Page 2 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Arianna

I take careful steps, making sure not to break an ankle or trip in these fucking heels as the gorgeous stranger guides us through this labyrinth of a club.

We go up the stairs, turning down a few hallways before he pulls me to a stop in front of a doorway.

I look up at him and meet his gaze before he pushes the door open and pulls me inside.

As soon as he closes the door behind us, the sound of a lock engaging echoes through the room.

Something about the sound of that lock sends a shiver down my back and sets my pulse racing.

Fuck, this is beginning to feel like some Dateline shit.

This place is safe, though, right? I mean, anyone can come in here as long as they are over twenty-one and have a password, but it’s still safe. Right?

When he turns to face me, though, I realize that none of my typical internal alarms are going off. I don’t feel unsafe, I don’t feel trapped. I feel…nervous. What the fuck is the matter with me?

My eyes dance around the room, in complete awe.

The room has a large bed draped in black satin sheets, the walls are adorned with every toy or tool you could imagine for the bedroom.

If I didn’t have this absolutely captivating man in front of me, I’d probably be interested in taking in my surroundings more.

Instead, I find myself far more interested in how he prowls towards me methodically, like he’s allowing me time to back out.

His chest presses against mine, the strong smell of his clean cologne filling the space between us. God, of course he smells amazing.

“What’s your safe word?” his low voice rumbles.

“M-my what?” I pant.

“Safe word,” he repeats, his head cocking to the side slightly as he watches me.

“Banana,” I say.

His lips slowly start to curl upward in a smile before lifting a hand to cup my jaw. A zinging feeling rushes through me at his touch, and I happily sink into it. He lifts my head to accommodate our six inch height difference before speaking again.

“Use your word whenever you feel you need to, but trust that I’ll do what’s best for both of us in here.”

I swallow at his words before nodding obediently.

“Have you ever had a Dom before?”

I shake my head. I’m not overly well-versed in the kink/sex club world, but I know enough. Jerry Andrews trying and failing to boss me around in a fast food parking lot definitely doesn’t classify as a Dom/Sub relationship, I know that much.

Shaking my head softly, his fingers continue caressing my face, a pleased look filling his gaze.

“A Dom and a Sub’s relationship is complex. It requires balance and trust, even if it’s just for a night. You have to be willing to put your trust in me, give yourself over completely, and know that I’ll take care of you the way you need, but maybe not the way you expect.”

His words excite me and relieve me all at once.

It’s like he’s taking all of the pressure out of this, the uncertainty.

He’s taking control, and all he’s asking from me is to go along with it.

There is also this comforting familiarity sound to his voice.

Like I can trust him, like he will have my best interests in mind.

“Can you do that for me?” he asks.

That’s a hell of a lot to expect out of a stranger, but his strong and steady demeanor has me agreeing easier than taking my next breath.

I nod my head softly, not trusting my voice.

“I need your words. I need to hear you commit to this night, to me.”

My stomach flips in anticipation as I clear my throat.

“Yes. I can do it.”

A pleased smile lifts his mouth, and it sends an odd feeling of gratification running through me as he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine.

It starts out gently at first, like he’s testing the waters.

The softness of his lips pulls at my own, and I can’t help but savor the lingering taste of tequila and something uniquely him.

Reaching out my hands to his shoulders, I wind them around his neck to pull him closer.

My act of comfortability, of craving, seems to do something to him because, in the next moment, I’m being tossed onto the bed, his large body quickly following, covering every inch of me and trapping me against the mattress.

Our kiss turns savage, desperation for one another lingering on each other’s lips as he tears at my dress, lifting it as high as it will go before stopping just above my breasts.

Luckily for both of us, I decided to skip the bra tonight and he takes full advantage of it, his mouth latching onto my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Fuck, that feels so good.

His large palms are running along the length of my bare skin before he winds his fingers around my panties.

He yanks them off with a single tug before tossing them across the room.

I feel his mouth release my nipple with a pop before he switches to give the other one the same level of attention.

I can’t help but moan as his tongue flicks against me, teeth grazing as his hand cups my now bare pussy.

He doesn’t say anything, and I think that’s what makes this all the more exciting. There is no awkward chit chat or fumbling foreplay. This man knows exactly what he wants, and right now, what he wants is me, and fuck, I have never been wetter in my entire goddamn life.

The heel of his palm grinds against my clit a few times, forcing a breathy moan to escape my lips before he begins trailing his mouth down my body, stopping when he pulls my thighs over his shoulders and buries his face into my pussy.

The way he eats me out is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

It isn’t even like he’s trying to give me pleasure, it’s like he’s eating to survive.

Like he’ll die without my taste on his tongue.

The dizzying high from it all is too much, and I fall apart with the barest of efforts, shouting and moaning as I grind my pussy against his face.

When my legs stop shaking, he slowly sits up, trailing his fingers from my wet slit to my asshole.

I feel his finger probe me gently, causing me to tense as he hushes me softly.

He runs his finger back up to my pussy, dipping inside of me and coating himself with my juices before returning to my ass.

The initial feeling of him pushing inside my tight hole is almost too much until he finds that perfect spot that has my body relaxing almost instantly.

“Your cunt tastes like heaven, and your ass is the tightest thing I’ve ever felt. How will I choose what to take first?” he muses .

“Both, anything, just fill me up. Please,” I babble pleadingly.

A satisfied smirk crosses his face as he pulls his finger out of me, slowly standing to his feet. Disappointment consumes me. If he’s a sadist who is into denying me whatever I ask for, I’m gonna be fucking pissed.

Thankfully, he returns within moments with a shiny jeweled butt plug.

I’ve used them once or twice before, so when he squirts some lube against the cold steel and presses it against my waiting hole, I’m not the least bit surprised at the feeling.

It’s almost like a relief. He makes a low sound in his chest as he pushes it all the way in, like he’s as desperate to fill me as I am to be filled by him.

Once the plug is seated in my ass, I expect him to line himself up to my pussy.

Instead, he comes up to the side of my head, slowly pulling down his pants before revealing a beautifully thick and pierced cock.

It’s just a single double barbell piercing at the head, but it’s enough to have me more than excited.

I’ve always wanted to be with a pierced man but never had the opportunity.

“Suck,” he commands as he rubs the head of his cock against my lips.

I open my mouth instantly, allowing him to push into me as I widen myself and relax my throat to take him fully. Fuck, he’s huge. He keeps pushing until I gag, and then he pushes further. I wince, and he slowly pulls back before thrusting back in, forcing me to gag once more.

“Good girl. Choke on my cock,” he encourages as he does it again and again.

I take steady breaths through my nose as I do what he says, enjoying the feeling of his smooth length thrusting in and out of me .

When he pulls almost all the way out, I let my tongue run against his piercing before pushing against it slightly.

His movements pause as his body shudders.

I look up to see his eyes snap to mine, his lips pressed together though his chest is heaving, silently begging me to do it again and again.

My tongue flicks against him languidly, teasing and sucking on his tip as I graze my teeth against the piercing.

At my continued teasing, he lets out a muffled curse before tipping his head back, staring at the ceiling as he cups either side of my face and begins vigorously fucking my mouth.

When I reach between his legs and grip his balls, he lets out the sexiest groan before quickly pulling out of my mouth.

I blink hazily, trying to track where he’s going before he’s back on me, this time kneeling between my legs.

I watch as he rolls on a condom in record time before pushing inside me without a single warning.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion, a burn tearing through me at his width combined with the plug in my ass.

Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so full in all my life.

Slowly, I begin adjusting to him. I say slowly because he doesn’t pause for a single second before his hips begin viciously, almost feverishly, snap against me as his hands dig into my hips.

“Oh fuck, oh my god,” I gasp, my nerves lighting up at the dual sensations of the plug and his thick length.

“Look at you, all full and a fucking mess from my touch, my cock,” he grits between clenched teeth as his hand reaches up to my throat.

He doesn’t grip it yet, shortly pausing, I assume for me to use my safe word.

Fat chance in hell. I reach down, gripping his hand and forcing it around my throat.

That must have been exactly what he was craving, because his eyes roll into the back of his head as he pushes deeper inside me, picking up a new pace I didn’t even know was possible.

My heels dig into his back as I wrap my legs around him, causing him to release a soft grunt at that. Like he loves it. I dig them in further, testing the theory, and when he gives me another grunt and a steady look, I know without a doubt, I’m being good for him.

Fuck, why is that such a turn on?

His hand grips me perfectly, not restricting too much airflow at first as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

I’m a fucking hoe for some good breath play.

The problem is, no one ever seems to do it right.

Instead of teasing, testing the limits of your capacity, forcing you to float in that space between conscious and not, they usually end up crushing your trachea. Definitely not sexy.

My gorgeous masked man needs no instructions, no time for adjustment. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Being cradled by this man, held down while he fucks me hard, is literal perfection. All I can do in response is feel .

I feel my pussy begin spasming, and though I’m desperate to hold off this orgasm, to make this feeling and moment last as long as possible, it’s pointless.

His hand squeezes tighter, forcing my intake of oxygen to almost stop altogether.

A heavy feeling begins pounding in my head, desperate for air.

As soon as my vision begins to spot and my legs tremble, he releases me, allowing a wave of oxygen to slam into me at the same moment my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave.

A scream that hardly sounds human tears through me as I moan and squirm against him over and over again until his cock begins to swell, and he follows me right over the edge.

His body covers mine, a feral groan escaping his lips as he wrings out every ounce of his orgasm, thrusting into me slower and slower before stopping.

He blows out a labored breath after a moment, pressing a delicate kiss to my collarbone before rolling off me and onto his back.

We both lay there for several moments, quietly floating around in a blissful hazy state before he stands up, disposes of the condom, and slips on his pants.

I expect him to walk out the door, mission complete style, but he surprises me by coming to my side of the bed, carefully parting my legs before removing the butt plug and setting it aside.

I gasp as he pulls it out, suddenly feeling incredibly empty.

He leans down, cupping my jaw before bringing me in for a searing kiss so intense it makes the entire room spin.

When he pulls away, he lets his lips ghost over my own as he holds his hand out for me.

“Are you ready for more?”

My eyes nearly burst out of my head at that. More?! He’s kidding, right? I don’t think I could even walk right now, let alone go for another round. But there is something about that look in his eyes that has a newfound energy filling me, so I take his hand.

He gives me a pleased smirk like I did the right thing, and I can’t help but react to it, for some reason wanting more than anything to please him.

“Would you like to stay in here? Or use another room?” he asks.

“What kind of room?” I ask.

His head cocks to the side curiously as his fingers continue stroking my skin almost mindlessly.

“Is this your first time here?”

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I nod shyly. He dips his dead in response as his hand begins roaming over my naked skin.

“Do you have any hard limits? Things you’ve tried and aren’t interested in?”

My brain stalls at his question. I don’t know.

I can’t pretend to be an expert in the world of kink.

Outside of a little choking, butt play, or some toys, I can’t say I’ve done much of anything.

But the prospect of dipping my toes into the kink world instead of skirting around the edge has a thrill running through me.

“No,” I say softly. “Not that I know of.”

His tongue runs over his lip, considering my answer before holding out his hand for me.

I take it, standing up as he pulls down my dress until I’m fully covered.

We move to the door when he stops, bending down and picking up my panties.

I hold out my hand for them, but all he does is cock an eyebrow, slipping them into his pocket like they are his property now. Fuck, why is that so goddamn hot?

He continues leading me toward the door without another word, and like a moth to a flame, I follow.