Page 5 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Arianna

My fingers drum against my bare thigh as the car moves through the Saturday night traffic. It feels like I was just here, yet it also feels like it’s been months instead of days.

Excitement buzzes through my veins, sending butterflies fluttering through my stomach as that familiar corner comes into view.

I thank my rideshare driver quickly before stepping out of the car and up to the entrance.

I lift my shaking hand to the door, knocking when the doorman from last week opens it.

I already have my mask on, but he must remember me.

The thought of being late crossed my mind for a moment.

I debated if it would be worth losing whatever reward he planned for me in place of a punishment I would more than likely enjoy.

I didn’t feel like taking that risk. Something in me didn’t like the idea of upsetting him, irritating him.

I want him to be happy when he sees me. I want him to be pleased by my presence and punctuality .

That’s if he even shows up. When I told Cassi about my night on her birthday, she was ecstatic, begging me for a play-by-play, but when I told her he wanted to meet me again, she got a weird look on her face and told me not to get my hopes up too high.

I couldn’t tell if she was saying that out of envy for not receiving an invitation back from the man she ended up spending her night with or out of genuine concern for my safety. Maybe a little of both?

Naomi wouldn’t give us much detail on how she spent the night.

When I texted them that I was heading back to the hotel after Dom left, because honestly, I knew no one was going to compare, they both responded, saying they were staying for a little while longer.

Apparently, the man Naomi was with gave her a ride back to the hotel.

The only thing she would tell us was that she’s still a virgin.

Seems like we all had an interesting night.

I’ve been trying to keep my feet on the ground all week, keeping in mind the very real possibility that Dom won’t be there tonight.

Even if he plans to, life happens, things come up.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself, so if he doesn’t show, the blow doesn’t hurt as bad.

The eagerness I feel when I step into that lavish lounge area has all remnants of sensibility floating away, though.

My eyes scan the room, attempting to be discreet despite knowing I fail miserably.

My heart sinks when I don’t see him. Granted, we didn’t discuss a meeting spot or anything, but it’s now 8:59 PM.

If he were waiting for me, he’d be down here.

Right? Maybe I should look around in the rooms? See if he is there.

Fuck. No. You already exposed how out of your depths you are in this world. No need to portray yourself as a clingy psycho on top of it.

Despite how many times I mentally prepared myself for this feeling, it doesn’t temper the sting that comes from rejection. Maybe he didn’t have as good of a time as he thought. Maybe he got here early and found someone more appealing, more experienced, just…more.

Slowly, I make my way to the same bartender from last week. He smiles at me in recognition before laying down a napkin in front of me.

“What will it be, sweetheart?”

“Tequila, please?”

He reaches for the tequila and a glass as I fidget with my red dress.

I decided to switch it up from last week.

This is one of my all-time favorite dresses because it has a built-in bra that easily adds two cups to my breasts.

Pulling my hair over one shoulder, I can’t help but let out a disappointed sigh.

Damn, I really hate how high I actually got my hopes up.

The bartender slides the glass in front of me, at the same moment, I feel a heady presence at my back. Two large hands cage me in, his firm chest pressing against me and a familiar deep voice rumbling in my ear.

“You’re here.”

My breath hitches before I look up to see Dom smiling down at me.

My heart hammers in my chest, hope and excitement flooding me.

He’s wearing the same black mask from last week, a similar black dress shirt, and black slacks.

His brown hair is perfectly in place, and that delicious cologne is rolling off him, giving me an instant hit of dopamine.

“So are you.”

He slides his black card to the bartender who sets my drink down, all while keeping his eyes on me.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say with a shake of my head.

“Grab your drink and follow me. I have a surprise for you.”

I do as he says, grabbing the glass before Dom reaches out his hand and laces it with my own, leading me down a hallway I haven’t been down before.

We come up to a silver elevator just around the corner, and with a wave of a key card, the doors open and allow us inside.

He presses the “L” button just as the doors close, taking us up what feels like several floors.

When the doors open, my eyes widen as I look around the expansive room.

One side of the room has a large bed, larger than even a king, with a shelf beside it stocked with every type of toy you can imagine.

On the other side of the room is a Saint Andrew’s cross, a crazy looking sofa that looks like the perfect height to be bent over, and a pole in the middle of the room.

“Do you like it?” he asks as he watches me.

I blink in awe.

“It’s amazing.”

He comes up behind me, brushing a piece of hair off my shoulder before he presses a kiss to my neck.

“Only the best for you.”

I lean into his touch, arching into his lips as a feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt runs through my body. It’s as if his touch is pure electricity coursing through my veins.

“Lay down on the bed. Dress off,” he murmurs against my skin.

A thrill shoots through me as I turn to face him, slowly removing my dress, allowing it to pool at my feet, and leaving me completely naked besides my panties and heels.

His eyes roam over my exposed flesh hungrily before he makes a sound of approval.

I sit down on the edge before lying down in the middle. My heart is racing as he takes several purposeful steps towards me before pausing to look at the shelf beside the bed. It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for before he plucks a black satin blindfold from the selection.

He turns to face me as he lifts the blindfold in a silent gesture of permission. I dip my head as he moves to place it over my eyes .

“Do you remember your safe word?” he asks.

I nod my head again.

“Words, Sparrow.”

I feel my skin erupt in goosebumps at the nickname.

“Banana.”

“Good girl,” he rumbles, lowering the blindfold until my vision goes black.

It takes a moment to get used to the loss of a sense, which he seems to anticipate, waiting several moments before he touches me.

He doesn’t touch me with his hands, though.

The touch is light and soft, like a feather.

I feel him trail it along the column of my neck, then between my breasts, circling around my nipple before making its way down my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly as goosebumps race over my skin.

“Relax for me,” he answers.

Swallowing roughly, I do as he says, forcing myself to focus on how good the light touch feels. When it runs between my thighs, it sends a fluttering into my stomach that I’ve never felt before, and I feel myself wiggling against the smooth bedspread.

“Have you ever played with sense deprivation?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Take away one sense, and it heightens the others. Feel the difference?” he asks as one of his fingers traces through the slit of my pussy, slipping inside with ease.

I didn’t even realize I was getting wet, by a feather of all things, but now that he is so easily pumping in and out of me, I fully grasp that I’m fucking dripping.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“Mhmm,” he hums lowly as I feel his body reach to the side before bringing over something new .

It’s cold, smooth, and instantly has my nipples hardening, a chill running through my body.

He runs the cool, metallic feeling object on the inside of my thigh before running it up my stomach and over to my breasts, tracing soft lines around them before gently brushing against my nipples.

I let out a shuddering breath as his fingers increase their efforts.

Fuck. I don’t even know what he’s using, but it feels amazing.

Moving the chilled object from my breasts, he pulls it away, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I try to kiss him back, but he is here and gone the next moment.

I hear the sound of a lighter striking in the otherwise silent room.

We sit there for what feels like minutes, his fingers languidly pumping in and out of me.

Not nearly fast enough to make me come, but just enough to keep me engaged, to keep me on edge.

“Stay still,” he says.

Before I can question it, the hot burn of what feels like wax stings my stomach. I hiss in surprise before the pain slowly eases.

“You’re doing beautifully,” he says almost reverently before he does another small drip of wax.

It doesn’t hurt as much this time, in fact, the pain is beginning to morph into pleasure as he drips more wax over my stomach and breasts. He does this repeatedly, alternating between fast and slow drips, keeping me on edge, waiting for the next drop.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as he curls his fingers inside me, rubbing against my g-spot and causing my legs to tremble.

“Not yet. Not until I’m inside you,” he says before pulling his fingers out of me and, from the sound of it, setting down what I’m assuming was a candle. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, then the soft jingle of his belt hitting the ground.

In the next moment, he’s pushing inside me. It feels so intrusive, so forceful, it nearly takes my breath away. I feel his hands grip my hips tightly as he lifts me to meet his movements.

“Yes,” I moan, reveling in this newfound experience. “Dom.”

“Dom?” he questions on a thrust.

Embarrassment flashes through me. Definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“It’s not like I actually know your name,” I say with a shy smirk and a shrug.

His movements pause for a moment before he picks up his pace once more.

I feel one of his hands move from my hips to my throat, holding me tight as he fucks me deeper.

Without my sight, everything feels so intense, so overwhelming.

Instead of watching him, I just feel him.

I feel everything. I feel the throbbing of his cock.

I feel the steady grip of his fingers nearly cutting off my air, his practiced control as he literally holds my life in his hands.

That kind of power…it’s indescribable. I smell the crisp, filtered air of the room with a subtle scent of musk that I know belongs solely to him.

I hear his labored breaths, and the sounds our bodies create together.

Skin against skin and the whimpered moans I don’t even try to temper as each moment and each touch becomes more and more intense.

His thrusts suddenly become more jerky and uncontrolled, his breathing labored.

“Fuck. Come for me, Sparrow,” he says as his piercing rubs against my g-spot, sending me falling apart on command.

“Arianna!” he growls, finding his own release.

I shout my orgasm so loud I’m sure someone downstairs will overhear. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me as my pussy spasms for what feels like hours. Oh my god! Fuck! Shit! It’s all so overwhelming, so satisfying, I almost miss the small but very important detail.

My name .

Breathing heavily, I slowly lift my blindfold to find him watching me intently, his chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath as he obviously waits for me to process what he just said.

“Y-you know…how do you know my name?” I ask carefully.

He swallows roughly but doesn’t speak, instead just licking his lips as he eases out of me. I expect him to speak but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches for his pants, discarding the condom before fastening his belt and tucking in his shirt.

He knows my name. Knows me. There is no way he could have found out any other way, and now he’s trying to walk out just like that? Fuck that. I jump to my feet as quickly as I can, reaching for his mask before yanking it up and over his head.

He spins to face me, probably in an attempt to stop me, but it’s too late. The mask is clenched in my hand tightly, and my eyes widen at what I see. Horror crawls through me as any and all words die right there on my tongue.

What. The. Fuck.

Logan Cunningham. It’s Logan. Dom is Logan.

Oh my god.

I fucked my ex-stepdad.