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Long chapter...
MERCEDES
The cold air hit me like a frigid wall as I followed Sam out of the club.
The neighborhood was always deserted at this time of night, and my hand automatically slid into my purse to curl around my can of mace.
But I probably didn't have to worry, with Sam there...
I expected him to usher me into a sleek black town car, but instead he said,
"My apartment is five blocks from here. Can you walk?"
"Of course," I said, a little offended. Hadn't he seen me walking around the club all evening? A few blocks in my heels wouldn't kill me.
"Good," he said. "Walking will be faster than calling my driver. I can't wait that long to get you alone."
At his words, I readjusted my scarf and pretended that I was only shivering from the cold.
Sam headed north and I hurried to follow. But pretty soon, I was regretting my bravado...
He was tall and he walked quickly; I would've had a hard time keeping up with him even in my favorite shit-kicking boots. But in heels, it was basically impossible.
And it was cold...an icy wind blowing off the Hudson. Now, I wished he'd called his driver after all.
He glanced back and must've seen that I was struggling, because he immediately slowed his pace.
"It's not far now," he said. "Only a few more blocks."
"Sure," I said. But inwardly, I was wondering what kind of billionaire walked places. I thought they took limos everywhere.
We traveled the remaining blocks in silence... Sam had his hands tucked in his coat pockets and was staring intently at the sidewalk.
It was like he'd already forgotten I was there, and I was afraid to say anything and break the spell... To remind him of how utterly insignificant I was.
If I just kept my mouth shut, maybe he would forget, because I wasn't ready for the night to be over.
"Here we are," Sam said after a few minutes, and I looked up. We were at the base of a modern glass skyscraper. The sort of building that I passed by every day and wondered who had enough money to live there.
I'd always wanted to go inside and see how the other half lived.
Now I had my chance...
"You live here?" I asked. It was a stupid question, but the words spilled out of me before I could stop them. I swallowed and tried again. "I mean, I thought all billionaires lived overlooking Central Park."
He chuckled...
"Many of them do. That's partly why I live here."
He ushered me into the lobby, an open space paneled in light wood, warmly lit and welcoming. Then he whisked me past the security guard and into the elevator, already waiting for us with open doors.
We went in... The doors slid shut... Sam took a step towards me, then another... And then he was pushing me up against the side of the elevator car and kissing me.
I clutched his coat in both hands and kissed him back. We hadn't kissed before, and it struck me as somehow hilarious that he'd seen me topless, and made me come, and we hadn't even kissed.
To my horror, I started giggling.
He pulled away from me, eyebrows raised.
"Is something funny?"
"I'm sorry," I gasped, covering my mouth with one hand, trying to get myself under control. "It's just... You're being so polite."
He folded his arms and fixed me with a stern look, but his twitching mouth gave me him away.
"Aren't I always polite?"
"Not when you're putting vibrators in my underpants," I said. "I wouldn't really call that polite."
"I thought it was considered good manners to make a lady happy," he said.
"I wouldn't know," I said. "I'm not a lady."
He rested his hands on my shoulders... They flexed slightly, then he leaned in again and crushed his mouth against mine.
This time, I managed to stifle my giggles. I clung to him and focused on the sensation of his lips against mine; and soon I couldn't think of anything but the delicate flicker of his tongue and the way the weight of his body pinned me against the elevator wall.
His hands slid inside my unbuttoned coat and explored my body... My breasts, my hips, my back and my ass.
Then he pulled away from my mouth and kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear.
I moaned even as the elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
I expected a hallway, but instead, the elevator opened directly into his apartment...
Sam and I stepped out into a small foyer. I looked around, curious.
"I'll give you the tour later," he said, accurately reading my expression. "Right now, I want you naked and between my sheets."
"What about on top of them?" I asked.
I didn't have any idea where that came from. My mouth was just doing its own thing at that point; I had no control over what I was saying, and I just decided to give up and run with it.
His eyes darkened.
"That works too."
He led me down a hallway and into a large room with dark walls, a huge white bed and a view over the Hudson to New Jersey.
It was just as sumptuous as I'd imagined, but I didn't have time for more than a quick glance before Sam scooped me up and carried me over to the bed.
I wondered if I should squeal girlishly and protest... That seemed even more undignified than being carried, though, so I just held on to him and said nothing.
He laid me down on the mattress and knelt beside me on the bed.
I was nervous.
No, scratch that... I was terrified.
It was one thing to be in the club with him, where I knew I could leave the room at any point and flee to Brittany's office and be safe. But now I was in his territory, and I was there on his terms.
And what did I even really know about him?
He'd been nice to me, but niceness was easy enough to fake.
Yes, we had undeniable sexual chemistry, but that didn't mean he wasn't a sociopath. Plenty of people had chemistry with sociopaths. I'd watched something on television about how sociopaths were usually very charismatic.
He probably wouldn't murder me or anything, because it would be bad for his business. Well, assuming he got caught. Rich people probably had all sorts of ways to stay out of jail.
Joss would kill me if I got axe-murdered...
All of those ridiculous thoughts ran through my head in a split second. And even still, there I was, lying on his bed, looking up at him, ready to take off my clothes and let him do anything to me that he wanted.
The thing was, if I didn't have sex with Sam Evans, I would never forgive myself.
That wasn't entirely true... It wasn't just the sex. It was more that if I didn't let this happen, if I didn't let events play out and fate run its course, I would always wonder what if.
What if I'd gone home with him...
What if I'd said yes...
I didn't want to have any regrets.
I looked up at him and smiled, and said,
"What are you going to do with me now?"
"Everything," he said, his voice rough.
I swallowed hard...
Everything covered a lot of ground.
I dug my fingers into the bedspread and tried to think of a witty response...
"Mercedes," Sam said, his face softening. He touched my cheek. "I want you to enjoy yourself. We won't do anything that you don't want to do."
"I know," I said. And I did. It was crazy, but I trusted him. For whatever reason, I trusted him implicitly. "It's just, uh. I don't really do things like this. You know. Ever."
His mouth quirked.
"I don't either."
"We'll just have to be clueless and awkward together, then," I said, and we looked at each other smiling, laughter bright in his eyes.
Then his smile faded and he bent down to kiss me...
Our kiss in the elevator for all its heat, had been tentative and exploratory. But there was no hesitation in Sam now as he claimed my mouth with his.
He moved on top of me, bearing me down into the mattress with the weight of his body, and I felt his erection against my hip, a hard, hot ridge.
God... Even just the press of his body against mine turned me on.
I was in infinite amounts of trouble.
Sam's tongue slid against mine, urgent, claiming. And I stopped trying to play an active role in the kiss and just lay there and let him take over.
I felt like I was dissolving into shards of light... So I let go of the sheets and instead slid my hands over his shoulders, feeling the play of muscle beneath warm skin.
He was strong and his muscles tensed and released beneath my touch.
He kissed down the side of my neck, his stubble scraping against my skin and sending shivers running along my back. Then he bit down and sucked, marking me...
I clung to him, abandoning myself to the sensations running through my body. There was no room for thought or speech. I was electric, finally alive.
Then he pulled away from me and sat up...
I frowned, worried that I'd done something wrong, or that he'd changed his mind. It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd changed his mind.
Instead, he chuckled.
"What a frown," he said. "Mercedes, I stopped because I'd like to be upfront with you. I have... Particular preferences when it comes to sex."
My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. It took me several long seconds to piece together what he'd said.
"You like being in charge," I said. I knew that already. I didn't know why he was acting like he had some sort of horrible secret.
His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating...
"Good girl," he said. My favorite words. I wanted to be good for him; I wanted to be so good, I wanted to do whatever he wanted, whatever he desired. "I want you to be mine tonight. I want you to do whatever I say."
It sounded scary, but also incredible. Sam was holding a door open for me; Only, I had to decide if I wanted to step through.
I hesitated for a beat, the words caught in my mouth...
I'd read the books. I knew how this worked.
"Don't I need a safe-word?" I asked.
He laughed.
"You read that book, didn't you? You can just say no... Will it make you feel better to have a safe-word? You can use sassafras." He traced his fingers along my jawline. "But I don't think you'll want to."
"Will it hurt?" I asked.
"You sweet thing. No, it won't hurt. I have no interest in hurting you. I just want you to obey me completely."
I was going to come in my panties before he even touched me...
"What do you want me to do?"
He exhaled, a long breath of air.
"I'm going to leave the room. I need to get a few things. While I'm gone, I want you to take off your clothes and kneel on the bed on all fours."
"What things?" I asked.
"You'll have to wait and find out," he said. Then he gave me a kiss, deep and heated. After that, he stood up and walked out of the room with a purposeful stride.
Alone, I climbed off the bed and stripped off my clothes, including the lacy thong Sam had given me with the vibrator still tucked inside.
I let them all fall to the floor, wrinkles be damned, and knelt on the mattress, facing the headboard and balancing on my hands and knees.
Naked, the air in the room was slightly too cold, just enough to make my skin prickle. And more than that, I was exposed...
Sam could come in at any moment and I was ass-up on the bed, helpless. Then he would be able to see how wet and slick I was... How eager I was for him.
It should've been humiliating, but instead, it just made me that much more desperate for his touch.
I waited...
I lost track of time, my mind occupied with fantasies of what Sam would do, how he would touch me and whether he would make me beg.
Somehow, I wanted to beg...
I wanted to be completely debased...
I wanted him to own me...
I didn't know where these thoughts were coming from. A month ago, this kind of relationship was something I'd read about in a few smutty novels, not something that people actually did.
But here I was anyway, stripped bare in a billionaire's bedroom, about to let him do things to my body that most people only saw in expensive porn.
I heard the door open and turned my head to see Sam coming into the room, his hands full of fabric.
I didn't asked him what it was. I could guess.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at me... His gaze was like a physical touch, running over my exposed body, making my nipples harden and my pussy throb with renewed heat.
Anticipation formed a sweet knot in my belly, the kind of feeling that I imagined people usually referred to as butterflies.
Dear God...I wanted this man more than I'd ever wanted anything in my entire life.
He came around the side of the bed and sat on the mattress beside me, resting the cloth in his lap.
"You're ready for me, aren't you?"
I swallowed... I didn't see any reason to deny it.
"Yes," I said, and then, testing how it would sound, "Please."
He ran one hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.
"I want you to hold onto the headboard. Don't let go until I tell you that you can."
"What happens if I let go?" I asked.
Would he punish me?
"I'll stop," he said. "And you'll go home, and we'll never do this again."
I swallowed again...
That wasn't the sort of punishment I'd been imagining. I was thinking of some spanking, maybe. But what he said sounded worse.
"I won't let go," I said.
"I know you won't," he said. "You're a good girl, and you want to make me happy."
Sam was right, and I didn't understand how he knew everything I was feeling.
I wanted him to be happy with me, so I reached my arms out and took hold of the slatted headboard, wrapping my fingers around two of the wooden bars.
Mental babbling was always a sign that I was nervous, so I drew in a deep breath and tried to calm down.
But I had been desperately turned on for about four hours straight, and it was hard to feel calm when Sam was sitting there looking at my naked body.
However, I flexed my fingers around the slats and waited...
"Good," Sam said. He took the fabric from his lap and showed it to me. It was a long scarf, fringed at the ends, and made of a heathered charcoal material that looked like cashmere. "Close your eyes," he said.
I obeyed, and felt the brush of soft cloth against my face... Then his fingers moving against my hair as he tied the scarf at the back of my head.
Even with my eyes closed, the world suddenly became much darker. I opened my eyes again... My eyelashes brushed against the fabric, but I saw only darkness.
Unable to see anything, and unwilling to let go of the headboard, I waited...
I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit, and in the thick artery deep in my belly.
My pussy flexed involuntarily... Wetness trickled down my thighs...
"I can smell how much you want me," Sam said, his voice coming from somewhere above my left hip.
His words made my scalp prickle with a sudden flush of arousal. The air in the room didn't feel cold anymore. I was overheated and sweating slightly.
I arched my back, lifting my ass higher, hoping he would take it as the invitation I meant it to be. Because, if he didn't touch me soon, I was going to lose my mind.
Finally, he did, trailing his fingers lightly down my sides, making me jump. It wasn't where I wanted to feel his fingers most, but it was better than nothing.
It was a start.
Sam's fingers left my ribs and landed on my hip... I jumped again. With no way to see what he was doing, every touch took me by surprise.
He drew a burning line around the curve of my hip, down across my abdomen, still down, almost there, and then he switched directions and moved back up my stomach.
I could've cried with frustration.
Next, his hand slid up the center of my body and came to rest just below my right breast... My nipple hardened with anticipation.
He traced his fingers, ever so gently, up the underside of my breast, skirting around the nipple, and then switched to my other breast, drawing light circles with his fingernails, so close to where I wanted him to touch me, but not quite there.
He was teasing me, I realized. It was a surprise for only a moment. I had thought he would get right down to business, but of course he wasn't going to, not with the scarf...the elaborate setup... It was all about making me lose control. And I was going to. I could already tell.
I was going to sob and beg and break for him, then shatter into a million pieces and hope he could put me back together again.
But I trusted that he would. It was the only reason I was still there.
"That's right," Sam said. But I didn't know what I had done that he was approving of.
His hands left my body and I felt the mattress shift, then the sound of cloth rustling...
Was he...?
Oh God, he was going through my discarded clothes...
"Are you going to use the vibrator again?" I asked. My voice was shaky and barely recognizable.
"Hmm, not yet," he said. "Maybe later, after your second orgasm, when you tell me that you can't possibly come again."
Second orgasm?
After?
He'd already made me come once that evening, and I couldn't imagine that I had another two in me.
I shook my head, mutely denying it and he chuckled, that warm sound I was becoming so fond of.
"Your body belongs to me, now," he said. "Don't forget that. So I'll make it do whatever I want it to."
As he spoke, he drew his hand down my side, a firm pressure this time instead of the teasing glide he'd used before. And I leaned into him like a cat...
Sam repeated the same path he'd followed before, over my hip and down my abdomen, but this time he didn't stop. He trailed his hand down my tummy slowly, making me crave every centimeter, until he arrived finally, where I wanted him...
Sliding his fingers along my wet slit.
I moaned...
It broke out of me without my permission.
After a while...what felt like a million years of waiting, he rolled his finger over my clit, and it felt even more incredible than I'd imagined.
I had been swollen and hungry for this since we left the club, and the long wait had driven me to the brink. But if he kept touching me like that, I was going to lose all control.
And that was what he wanted, after all. So why fight it?
"Ah, careful," he said. "You don't come until I let you."
He rubbed my clit in slow circles, deliberate and practiced, and I knew I wasn't the first woman he'd touched like this, but in that instant, I wanted to be the last.
It was a stupid thought and I put it out of my head immediately.
I was a cocktail waitress... He was a billionaire... We were having a fun night together. That was all there was to it.
It was easy not to think about things, to sink into the sensations running through my body because Sam was a skilled lover.
He touched my pussy with one hand and with the other, played with my nipples, one at a time, switching to the other when he'd teased one to a hard peak.
"God, the things I want to do to you," he murmured in my ear. "Tie you up, hold you down. Spank you. Make you scream. You'd let me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I said, because I would, and we both knew it.
He pinched my clit between two fingers, and I felt his other hand slide down my body, ever so slow, and then his fingers rubbed at my entrance, rubbing my slickness into my skin.
I held my breath right then and there...
And he pushed a finger into me...or was it two? I couldn't tell. But I was stretched open, split apart.
"I can't, I can't," I heard myself saying, and I meant that I couldn't hold out, that I was going to come even though he hadn't said I could.
"I know," he said, and circled his fingers over my clit.
My body was as tight as a bowstring... Every muscle tensed and I clenched around Sam's fingers inside me, wanting, shaking...
Then he said,
"Come for me now." And I exploded into light.
It rolled over me and through me... I shook hard, squeezing his fingers, throbbing, and I knew I was making noises, but I didn't let go of the headboard...
Not even for a second.
"That's right," he said. "Let it happen."
I heard his voice dimly, like he was speaking in another room, even as the muscles in my thighs twitched and my toes curled.
When it ended at last, I opened my eyes and stared into darkness...
Sam had taken his hand away from my clit and was running his palm up and down my thigh. But the fingers of his other hand were still rubbing slow circles inside of me, sending delicious aftershocks running through my body.
After a while, he drew away, and I heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper...
It was really happening... I was going to have sex with one of the richest men in the country...
The mattress shifted as Sam moved behind me. Then his hands curled around my hips and he tilted my ass up.
"You should see yourself," he said. "All wet and slick and ready for me."
I was past embarrassment at this point, so I moved my knees apart, opening up myself more for him. I was eager to feel his dick sliding into me. I just hoped he wouldn't make me wait any longer.
I felt him draw the blunt head of his cock along my slit, using it to rub until I squirmed against him. Then he dipped into my entrance, just a bare millimeter inside, then out again. And I gasped aloud from wanting him.
"Not yet," he said. "What is it that you want, Mercedes?"
"You," I said, and angled my hips up hopefully.
"Tell me what you want," he said. His hands flexed on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
He was going to make me say it...
I closed my eyes, even though he couldn't see them, as though my eyelids would give me some protection from the humiliation of what I was about to say.
"I want... I want your cock," I choked out. "I want you to... I want your cock in my pussy."
I shook as I was speaking, even as Sam bent down and pressed his lips to the back of my neck.
"You sound like you think you can tell me what to do," he said.
His lips brushed against my skin...
"No," I said, babbling now. "I don't, that's not what I think..." I forced myself to stop. I swallowed... "Please. I want you to. Please..."
"Say my name," he said.
"Sam," I said. "Please, Sam. Please fuck me."
He laughed softly and straightened again. Then thrust his cock fully inside me in one long, smooth thrust.
I stiffened and cried out... It felt huge... And for a moment, I was convinced I was being split in two.
The stretch was painful...
I'd been prepared for pain intellectually, but actually feeling it in such an intimate part of my body was distressing in a way that I hadn't considered.
I gripped the headboard tight and breathed shallowly through my mouth, hoping it would pass...
After several long moments, the pain eased and in its place, pleasure began building again, coiling in the pit of my belly.
Blind, there was nothing for me to focus on but the feelings coursing through my body. I had to surrender myself to sensation.
Behind me, Sam said,
"You're tight. Been a while?"
I stifled inappropriate laughter... If only he knew...
"You could say that."
He didn't reply. He withdrew slightly, just a few agonizing millimeters, and then moved his hips against me again, pushing slowly into my waiting body.
I felt the stretch, the heat, the solid length of him deep within me, and the way his fingers clenched on my hips, like he couldn't help himself.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" I asked, trying to sound light and teasing, and instead sounding plaintive. I didn't want him to keep teasing, though. I wanted him to pin me to the mattress and have his way with me.
Blindfolded and clutching the headboard, I felt strung out and jittery, no longer myself or in control of my reactions.
Sam was still teasing me...
If he screw me, the world would make sense again.
"I think I've kept you waiting long enough," he said. "You're hungry for my cock, aren't you? I want you to tell me how much you want it."
My face heated... It amazed me that I was still capable of being embarrassed at this point.
"I want it," I said.
He drew out and thrust in again, slowly, teasing.
"How much?"
"A lot," I said. "Okay, Sam, please, I can't wait anymore, I need you..."
It worked... Whatever I said, he finally gave me what I wanted...
With no warning, he pulled out and slammed into me, his hips crushing against my ass. I cried out, startled, and held tight to the headboard as he established a punishing rhythm.
He pounded into me, pausing each time he bottomed out to grind his hips against me. I was helpless, caught between his cock and the headboard, able to do nothing but hold on and wail.
I always thought that sex would be awkward the first time. And painful; something to get through, like a visit to the doctor's office. Not this... Not with Sam behind me and the building waves of ecstasy flowing through my body.
I hadn't imagined anything like this.
Sam moved one hand from my hip and slid it between my legs, rubbing at my clit in time with his thrusts. And as swollen and sore as I was after hours of arousal and two orgasms, I felt myself begin to build towards the peak again.
I shifted my hips from side to side, both trying to get away from him and trying to get his fingers to move exactly how I wanted them to.
I was overcome... I couldn't speak, or see, or do anything but let him force my body to respond...like he'd been doing this for years and knew every way to touch me, and every way to make me lose my mind.
It should've taken me a long time to get there... It was usually one and done for me when I touched myself, and a dim part of me was surprised at how I responded to his touch.
My body wasn't surprised at all, though. It knew that it belonged to Sam in that moment. And as his fingers moved faster, it became harder and harder for me to maintain a coherent train of thought.
And soon, I abandoned the effort altogether and let myself become a mindless, yearning thing, bracing myself against the headboard and pushing back into his every thrust.
"You're there, aren't you?" Sam asked. And I was. He knew me better than I knew myself.
I was there and I wanted him to send me over the edge, but I couldn't, not without his permission... Not without him telling me that it was okay.
I whined high in my throat, the only communication I was capable of at that point...
If I could've spoken, I would've babbled praise and pleas, begging him to ask me to finally let me come on his hard cock.
Turns out, I didn't have to wait much longer...
He rolled his fingers over my clit again, expertly, and said,
"Come for me now, Mercedes."
I obeyed him. I had no other choice.
This time, my orgasm seemed to last for an eon... Whole universes were created and destroyed while I shuddered and clenched around Sam's cock.
I squeezed my eyes shut so hard that I saw bright geometric patterns behind my closed eyelids.
My pussy throbbed and pulsed, alternately pulling him deeper and pushing him out. I had never felt anything like it.
"That's right," he said, from some distant planet, his fingers still moving on my clit. "You're being so good for me."
He thought I was good and that was all that mattered...
I held onto the headboard so tight that my fingertips tingled from the lack of blood, and felt my body respond to Sam Evans like it had been created for that exact purpose.
My orgasm ended at last and I sagged to the mattress, my hands still curled around the headboard. I couldn't stay upright anymore. My limbs wouldn't cooperate.
I felt Sam's hands at the back of my head, untying the blindfold... He drew it away from my face and tossed it onto the floor. Then he drew out of me, and I cried out in wordless protest, already missing the feeling of his cock stretching me open.
"Hush now," he said. Then he turned me over, gently, and eased me down onto my back.
I squinted in the too-bright light of the bedroom. He was bent over me, a dark shape, and I felt him smoothing my hair off my forehead.
I raised my limp arms and clutched at his shoulders...
"I let go," I said, the only words I could summon.
He laughed softly and kissed my face.
"That's right. I didn't tell you that you could, did I? I'll have to punish you for that tomorrow." He spread my thighs apart and slid his still covered dick back into me, holding himself above my body and rolling his hips slowly. "I'm going to come in your wet pussy, Mercedes. Would you like that?"
"Yes, yes," I said, senseless and hungry.
I held onto him as he picked up a rhythm and then it fell apart. He slammed into me hard, over and over and after a time, shuddered against me, panting raggedly, his cock pulsing inside of me as he came.
I lost track of time after that... I think I dozed off, but when I woke again, briefly, Sam was cleaning me with a warm cloth. Then he rolled me onto my side and curled his body around me.
Next, he turned off the light and said,
"Sleep now."
I slept.
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