Moving one hand to the back of her neck, I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her close to me with a force I know she can’tfight. I relish the shock in her eyes for the first time tonight as I thrust into her hard enough for her ass to bounce on my thighs.
“Did you think you were in control, baby? You did, didn’t you…? Admit it. You enjoyed feeling like you were the one in power.Feeling. Because it’s always been mine, and anytime tonight you ever think you’re in control, it’s just because Ilet you.”
I drive into her relentlessly as I hold her against me so tight she couldn’t move if she wanted. For someone who seemed so adamant about topping, she submits to me beautifully. She melts into me, and her breathy little moans prove she’s enjoying herself. Not that I give a damn either way.Iget a thrill out of dominating her like a dirty little slut, and that’s all that ever matters. All she’s doing by relishing it is ensuring she’s fucked into tomorrow.
I thrust harder, thinking about how sore she’s going to be after all the rounds I’ll take her tonight. I may not know this woman’s name, and I hope I never see her again, but the thought of her going back to wherever her home is and limping around her friends because ofmemakes me feral.
Her scream brings me back to the moment as she shakes uncontrollably on top of me. I can feel her perfect pussy flutter as a gush of fluid surrounds my cock. As her orgasm takes her, I chase my own release, fucking her frantically in the process.
“You’d better brace yourself, baby. It’s going to be a long fucking night.”
Chapter four
Ugh.Why is the sun in my eyes? I didn’t think the bedroom in my new apartment faced east, but maybe…
Oh.Oh hell. I’m still in this man’s hotel room. Now that I’m fully awake, I can feel the warm mass behind me and something hard poking me in the ass. As tempting as that is, I have plenty to do today, including meeting my parents for lunch. I can’t stay tangled up here for too long. I ease my way to the side of the bed and step to where Ithinkmy clothes ended up last night. There’s no sign of stirring behind me, and I’m not surprised that I wore him out. In less than five minutes, I’m presentable and slipping silently out the door to get home and change.
It isn’t until I’m rushing out the door to the restaurant that I see the massive hickey I’ve been given as a parting gift. A scarf around my neck hides my sins for now, but I’ll have to wake up early tomorrow to conceal it before work. The last thing I need on my first day is to waltz in and advertise that I’ve been recently fucked.
“Blanche, sweetheart, you look like you’re about to tell us the safety features of our aircraft!”
I ignore Mom’s tease about my scarf and deal one back to her. “Thank you, Mother. I see you’ve finally convinced Daddy to let you buy stock in the hairspray company. Now you must be their number one customerandinvestor.” She snorts as I hug Dad, and we settle into a table in the corner of the restaurant. I love my parents, but I think it’ll be better for all of us if I live a little farther away.
“I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with your new apartment. It sounded so cute the way you described it on the phone, and I’m sure your little friends have helped make it come alive!”
Mylittle friends, as she says, are a group of more bohemian classmates from college who all moved to the city and live nearby. I still keep in touch with people my parents consider more savory, too—some friends from high school, and some who are children of Mom’s close friends. Pam has always had my parents’ seal of approval, and her living with me is one of the reasons I got their support for the move in the first place.
“I still wish you had come to work for me, Pumpkin. You know, Randall says his son Randy still asks about you. I think he’ll retire within ten years, and we’ll make Randy a full partner.” My dad has pure intentions, but I’ve never wanted to be a secretary at his law firm. It would be a perfectly respectable position, at least until I was married off and pregnant, but becoming my mom’s peer on the country club's social committee is not my idea of a life.
AndRandy,well, his name says it all. He’s had a beer gut since he was fifteen, and never failed to tell me how cute our children would be when he saw me during parties at the firm.No, thank you.Luckily, even if they thought it was quaint that I wanted to go to college and start working at a job on my own, they’ve never tried to stop me. It’ll be better for all of us to see each other on holidays and special occasions, and talk on the phone every other week.
Mom’s eyes flicker to my neck, and I realize my scarf has come undone and slipped a bit. She winks at me before distracting my father with the menu, and I adjust it, knowing his reaction might not be so playful.
“Blanche, I was just telling the ladies at the club this weekend about that wonderful book you said you read last week…”
Dangerous topics avoided, we make it through lunch, chatting about plans for the year and the outfits I’ve picked out for the workweek ahead. I can tell they’re proud of me, if confused by my life choices. By the time I’m back home, the first rays of the sunset stream through the windows of the small living room. It’s not much, but it’s a new building with views of the rolling hills beyond the city, and I’ve managed to put my mark on it already. As Mom said, my friends have helped me paint and hang mirrors and artwork, creating a girly haven to call home as I enter adulthood. Living in the sorority house at college meant I had no peace or alone time, so I’m excited to havesomequiet evenings after work.
Work.I’m excited and only a little nervous about starting tomorrow. I’ve studied the Sinclair Corporation top to bottom since landing the job, and I feel confident that my preparation will help me get off to a good start. With my degree in business, I expect to serve as a personal assistant to my boss for a while, then move into a different role within the company, depending on where life takes me. My minor in theater started as a bit of fun, allowing me to further explore my childhood passion, but it might just come in handy, too. I'll likely have to pretend to be something I'm not at some point in my career, and my ability to act should help. I’m not putting all of my eggs in one basket, and we’ll see how I get along with everyone in the office before I sign a longer lease in the city.
But I still have the urge to impress. It’s impossible to ignore and a product of being an only child, I’m sure. Moving to thecloset, I pull the showstopping outfit I’ve already decided on for tomorrow—genius in its simplicity, withmeas the centerpiece. My favorite black-and-white Chanel skirt suit, paired with killer heels and the stockings and garter I favor over tights. Nobody will accuse me of not looking good, and I’ve always found it true that the better I look, the better I feel.
Changing into my pajamas, I catch sight of the worsening bruise on my neck in the mirror.Shit.It’s a deeper purple than earlier, and I doubt any amount of concealer will help. Rifling through my dresser to find a matching scarf for tomorrow, I think of the man who gave me the mark I’m having to fight to cover. I don’t even know what his name is, but he was…something.
A whirlwind of passion and eye contact and depravity. Much more than I would have ever expected from a stranger. I’ve certainly never had so much chemistry with someone on the first night.Only night, Blanche. The only night.The odds of seeing that man again are basically zero in a city this size, unless we all become regulars at the bar. Then maybe…
No. The last thing I need is anything more than strictly casual right now. New job, new city, a chance to see where life takes me when I’m on my own. I don’t need a repeat performance from my mystery man, no matter how explosive. Explosions are uncontrolled and unpredictable. The sex might have been crazy, but he was also crazed…not someone I need in my life.
Nope. Tomorrow is a fresh start, and I intend to make the most of it. No distractions allowed.
Chapter five
Light filters in through the curtains as I wake from an amazing night’s sleep. Well, if you can call it night, since it was well into the morning by the time my little lioness and I finally called it quits. I can’t even remember how many rounds we went. I reach over in search of the minx who kept me up all night, but all I feel are the cold sheets.Hmm, that’s strange. Maybe she got up to get ready or have breakfast or something.Sitting up, I look over at the alarm clock that reads 2:00 p.m.Fuck.No wonder she’s gone.
A quick look around the penthouse proves that my mystery woman is indeed gone. For the first time in all my life, I feel…sad? Is that what I’m experiencing right now? Typically, I have to work extra hard to kick out my hookups on the weekends since there’s no excuse of work. So if anyone ever leaves on their own accord, it’s usually a relief. For some strange reason, Iwantedto see her again. Maybe it’s just the fact that I gave her the dicking down of her life last night, and she didn’t even leave a note. Yeah, it’s probably just my ego wanting some random little hottie to stroke him.
She really was a good lay, though. She handled everything I threw at her. And I threwa lotat her. She’s one of the only women I can remember ever meeting my sexual energy. I guess it’s a good thing she didn’t leave her number or name. There was a pull to her that I’ve never felt before, and I’m in no position to fall for some random woman. Not with my obligation as the Sinclair heir…
An alert from my beeper reminds me of the dinner tonight at my family's estate. It’s one of many social events hosted by my father, and of course, my attendance is required. The only silver lining is that I’ll have some fellow socialite victims to hang out with, making fun of the city’s elite. A group of idiot assholes, if you ask me, and I’m not saying I’m any better. No, I’m as big of an asshole as any of them. It comes with the Sinclair name.
