I paced the floor, my mind going a thousand revs per minute. I needed to see her again. It had only been three days, but I’d been craving her non-stop since I’d taken her in the restaurant. Every night I laid in my bed with thoughts of her assaulting my brain and making me hard. I saw her crimson mouth wrapped around my dick. Her hand clasping my length as I came down her wanton throat. Fuck, the way she’d lapped up my cum like a starved lover… I’d been with desperate women, but this wasn’t desperation in Marisha’s case. It was like she was embracing her deeply buried needs; like she was finding her freedom after being caged for so long.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her even if I tried. She was burned deep into my mind. And the images sent me over the edge like a schoolboy dreaming of his mistress.
Fuck, that’s what she was to me.
She was my mistress,because she could never really be mine.
Not while she was married to that prick.
My cell phone rang, and I slid it out of my jacket, answering it before the third ring. “Hello?” I snapped, too sharp, too hard.
“Alexander?” Nikolai’s voice greeted me. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t it be?” I replied, my tone angry and frustrated.
“Woah there, you sound like you’ve just been told you’re being cut out of your father’s will,” he joked, laughing obnoxiously.
“That’s not funny,” I barked, forcing myself to sit down on the edge of my bed. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get Marisha out of my head before I did something stupid.
I had to wait.
I had to be patient.
A time and place would present itself to me when I could have her again. When Ivan wouldn’t be there to interrupt us, and I could fuck her until she was out of my system completely. There would be no constraints, no clock ticking away precious time together.
I just had to wait.
“Sorry,” Nikolai mocked on the other end of the phone. “Listen, I’m going out tonight, why don’t you come?”
Out. Yes, out would be good. I could drink, fuck, I could forget about Marisha and her perfect pussy for one night.
“Where were you thinking?” I asked, walking to my closet to change. “I’m not going to that goddamn awful little strip club again.”
Nikolai laughed loudly. “I was told it was a good night. Beautiful women, good beer…”
“Those women were hags, and the beer was warm,” I replied dryly, not in the mood for his jokes tonight.
“All right, all right, you’re really in a shitty mood, you know that,” he tutted. “I was thinking of heading to Paradise Blu’s. I heard they have an act on tonight.”
I frowned as I thought of where I’d heard that name before. “I’ve heard of that place. Katya goes there a lot. She says it reminds her of what New York would have been like in the fifties. You know how she is for that old time shit.”
Nikolai laughed. “Pretty sure your sister was born in the wrong era.”
“You’re telling me.” I held the phone under my ear as I stripped out of my shirt and picked out a fresh one. I didn’t want to go and listen to blues music tonight. I wanted to get smashed out of my face and fall into bed with as many women as possible so I could fuck away the memory of Marisha and her perfect pussy. “Can we just go to a club?”
“How about we head to Paradise Blu’s for one drink and if it’s awful we can go to a club afterwards?” he suggested.
I still wasn’t happy about it, but now the thought was in my head, and all I could focus on was getting wasted. I wanted to fly solo even less than I wanted to go to Paradise Blu’s, so I’d let Nikolai have his way for now.
“Whatever. Just pick me up in thirty,” I replied and hung up.
One way or another I was forgetting Marisha for a night. Perhaps for good. Marisha was beautiful in every way, but she was just one woman in a world of many. I’d find someone else. Someone just as perfect. How hard could it be?
*
Fuck. All I could think about was Marisha.
Every beautiful woman that brushed past me was her. Every scent of perfume that hung in the air was hers. Every redhead was her. Every lingering look, every laugh, every curve…all I saw was her. And it was beginning to piss me off.
