"Open your mouth" He said reaching into a small silver bucker for a cube of ice. Bonnie's eyes flickered open, a breath seeping out of her mouth as he slid the ice along her bottom lip. Slowly he traced it along her quivering lips, easing it down her throbbing neck. She loved the contrast of its icy wetness and his heated breath on her neck.

Eliciting a sigh, she arched her neck and breathed, "I think I might need to lie down for this"

"Anxious aren't we?" he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. His voice seemed to wind around her, his tremble sending shivers straight through to her aching groin.

"It's been a while" she moaned as he fingered her dress, revealing a white lacy bra. She bit back a cry when the ice touched her shoulder. Gasping now, her eyes sprang forth at him as he dragged her bra strap down her shoulder, hot tongue soothing the pain of the cold ice. She was heady from his scent, woodsy leather and olive blossoms.

"Then I'll be soft, gentle and easy…" his lips curved into a broad grin, "and slow, very very slow"

"No" she warned with a lowly growl, unable to control herself.

Bemused, he looked up, hands gliding to the back of her neck "No?"

"You have my permission to be as hard as possible"

"Well look at you, busting out of that shell" warm hands slid to the curve of her waist before cupping her lush buttocks.

"It's the gin talking" she chuckled, her eyes flitting to his lips. She could feel his fingers crawling down her hips, slipping down her thighs and creeping under her dress to cup her mound over her panties.

"You have a beautiful mouth" he murmured against her lips, his thumb tracing the edge of her panties. For a moment she couldn't think, the pleasure was too great.

"I have a beautiful everything, "she smirked, gripping his broad shoulders to steady herself "you did tell me to stop being so polite"

"And so I did" his fingers worked against the lace, long and dizzy strokes down her throbbing clit. Bonnie was no longer sure of place or time, all she knew and all she was greatly aware of was the pleasure he was giving her.

"Do you do everything I tell you to?" his fingers moved up again, damp over her bare shoulder blades to the nape of her neck.

"Would you like me to do everything you tell me to?" Bonnie blew a shaky breath when his hands fisted her hair, tilting her head up so that she could look at him square in the eyes.

"I'd like to violate that pretty mouth of yours and I want you to tell me how much you like it" he traced a thumb along her quivering lip before dipping it onto her mouth. Bonnie's first reaction was to suck as she savored the feel and taste of her arousal in her mouth. She flicked her tongue around his thumb, teasing, and big green eyes boring into his. With a strained groan, he lifted her up over his shoulder, one hand on her ass.

As he carried her up the stairs, long metallic rungs that clanked each time he took a step, she could hardly comprehend anything.

All she knew was that she wanted him right then but when she clung to him he freed himself and walked to a wing chair in front of his floor to ceiling window. Bonnie blinked owlishly, her gaze adjusting to the dazzling city lights that stretched beneath them.

"Where are you from?" he asked, pouring himself drink. It took her some time to adjust to the new environment as well as the new tenor in his voice. His phrases were clipped and commanding.

"What makes you think I'm not born and bred in New York?" she placed both hands on her hips trying to look nonchalant as she scanned the room. When her eyes settled on the big sprawling bed anchoring the room, she sucked in a deep breath. She wondered how many women had actually slept in his bed. He was swiftly beginning to strike her as a creepy dungeon's type of guy.

"Turn around" he said flatly, "Unzip your dress"

Gingerly, she pivoted around to face away from his and began to drag the zipper down to the base of her spine. Slowly she slid it off her shoulders before glancing over to look at him.

"You have that Alice in Wonderland look about you" he drawled, eyes focused on her hips as she skimmed the dress over them.

"Are you saying I look naïve?" she raised an eyebrow, turning around to face him but he stopped her with his hand and motioned her to face the other way again.

"Take off your bra"

Slowly she unclasped it and watched it fall to the hardwood floor like an airy cloud. He was quiet for a while but she could feel his gaze sweeping over her. She didn't move, waiting for further instructions.

"I'm saying you look like you're ready for an adventure" he finally rasped and Bonnie could hear the ice rattling inside his glass before he took a sip, "Bend over and put your hands on the bed" he instructed and she obeyed. It was becoming instinct now, like he was pulling invisible strings attached to her arms and legs, attached to her core.

"And will you be my rabbit hole?" her palms pressed against the white Egyptian cotton.

"Speaking of holes, take off your panties" he said very matter of factly. There was no hesitation anymore as she reached for the elastic band.

"Slowly, darling. Pretend it's me undressing you" he directed and she heard the spark of a lighter before a strong cigar smell filtered through the room. She slid the lace over her hips, dragging them down her legs until she was standing there in nothing but her silver stilettos.

"Manhattan is a bubble and trust me, it's not as cosmopolitan as one might think" he told her, blowing smoke.

"Toss them here" he ordered and she complied.

"Its crawling with three types of women; bimbettes, feminists and lesbians" he shrugged his shoulders, pressing her panties over his nose. He inhaled deeply, a hint of a smile on his face before tossing them aside.

"How misogynistic of you" Bonnie offered, crossing her arms over her bare breasts.

"Turn around" his gaze dragged down her body, over every inch of her, "Get on the bed "

She complied again, crawling to the middle of the bed, head over the side so he could have a view of her breasts and her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows and caught sight of the mirror on his ceiling. The discovery startled her at first, as if she had discovered someone watching them.

"Touch yourself" he said from somewhere in her haze.

"I'd rather you touched me"

"Be an obedient little cunt and touch yourself" he sipped his drink, and then as if recalling his manners, "Please" he added.

Slowly, Bonnie traced the lines on her ribcage, sliding her hands up to her breasts. His eyes didn't leave her body the entire time; they slid down to the curve of her hips, coursing back up to her hardened nipples. He watched with careful intensity as she pinched her nipples but did not once shift from his seating position. He mapped her lush curves with his hooded eyes, one hand rattling the ice in his bourbon glass. The idea of his bare flesh pressed against hers made her shudder and crave him even more. Having him watch her like this was thrilling torture. Bonnie felt completely exposed and at his complete disposal.

"I bet you taste delicious" he rasped, tracing his wet tongue along his bottom lip.

"Taste yourself "

She spread her legs a little wider, dipping a finger inside her sleek folds. She felt so exposed but with every stroke, she grew more comfortable. She was starting to like having him watch her; the idea excited her, his breathing excited her. She felt his gaze on her fingers as they pressed harder between legs.

"Taste yourself" he reminded her, his breathed hitched as he gulped down his drink. Bonnie brought two fingers to her mouth and twirled her tongue around them before dipping back down to her center.

"Are you wet?" he groaned, nails gripping the leather arm rests.

"Yes" she moaned, eyes sliding shut. She was so damn close.

"What do you taste like?"

"Like filth" she gritted her teeth, hips thrashing up eagerly as a wave washed over her.

It was quiet for a long while. The room filled with Nina Simone's voice, his rattling ice, and her heavy breathing.

"This is the part where my driver takes you home" his voice was soft as he rose from his chair. He padded to the phone seating on his nightstand. Bonnie half expected someone to come out yelling 'hi, you're on candid camera!' but quickly remembered that this was New York. This was the city of casual sex and casual encounters had their own protocol.

And this was one of those protocols.

"Its nothing personal, I just enjoy sleeping on my own" he glanced over his shoulder while waiting for his driver to pick up the phone. Shaking her head, she scrambled to her feet and hunted the floor for her clothes.

"Your house, your rules" she spat between the quest for her bra and panties. She heard him speak to the driver in short, clipped sentences before hanging up.

"I'd like to see you again" he placed his cigar on a black ceramic ashtray then drained his bourbon. Rage mounted inside her as she dressed but she refused to raise her voice. She refused to make a spectacle of herself for some typical Manhattan narcissist's amusement.

"No" she replied dryly.

"No?"

"My pussy, my rules." She snarled, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"I've offended you, haven't I?"

Incredulous, Bonnie thought, Manhattan men were a breed on their own. She slipped on her shoes, intent on wearing them now and branding his damn precious floor with them.

"My feelings are my responsibility and I won't let you determine my self-worth"

"Your shrink must be so proud"

"Oh joy, how I love sarcasm!" she spat, yanking his door open.

"Where are you going?" he followed her down the stair case as Bonnie lunged down the steps two at a time. Why was she was so angry? These were the rules of casual sex. She had been a sex columnist in New York long enough to know this. She'd also engaged in a couple of one night stands to know how this worked but it was how he did it. It was cold and calculating. He was not chivalrous at all and she felt duped into thinking he was something he truly was not.

"Home!"

"Alfred will take you home"

"Don't worry your pretty little head"

"I insist"

"You're just a filthy, rude pile of shit" she hissed, hand poised over his doorknob.

"That seemed to get you all wet a minute ago" shrugging, he leaned a shoulder against the door and watched her through his long eyelashes. "This rude pile of shit made you come over and over Liz, or have you forgotten?"

"I made myself come, you were just an audience" Bonnie cocked her head, chin jutted in defiance.

"I was the coach, darling" he grinned, big dimpled and obnoxious "You needed me to come"

"Unlock the door!"

"Are you hungry?" he smiled, white teeth lighting up his tanned face.

"Open this door!" Bonnie demanded, brows furrowed.

"There's a place around the corner, it serves the best basturma in the city and their vodka isn't half bad"

"You've lost your mind haven't you?" she screamed, eyes wide as she glared at him, "Christ I've been with a freaking lunatic-"

"And you liked it"

She didn't know how but the door finally clicked open and she was in his private elevator. Before he could follow her out, she quickly punched in the code he'd seen him use earlier. Her breath was coming in fast, anxious rasps as she rode the lift to the ground floor. By the time she strode past the doorman, Alfred was waiting outside the town car waiting for her. Bonnie walked past in a huff and lifted her arm to hail down a cab. She wouldn't give the asshole the satisfaction of actually using his chauffer.

There was a silver lining, she thought. She had her article.

As soon as a yellow taxi pulled up next to her, she dove inside and gave the driver her street address. She doubted if Caroline would be home. It was a Saturday night after all; in fact she was praying that she wouldn't be home. Bonnie needed the apartment all to herself tonight. She wanted a steaming hot bath, three shots of tequila and her big comfy bed. Scratching inside her clutch she discovered something that wasn't there, her Hermes scarf.

"Fuck my life!" she screamed, head hitting the headrest and the cabbie merely glanced at her through his review mirror. He gave her that knowing smile that said yes, I've seen it all. This is New York.