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“You have been requested upstairs, and I will be taking you there,” the man repeats. Well, fuck, I think he means it.
“Whatever, let’s go,” I say to the goon and follow him to the stairs that lead directly up to the VIP section I saw when I first came in and looked up. At first, I feel excited to get to see what it’s like up here. It only takes thirty seconds for me to remember that there is someone I never want to see again; someone that could be requesting my presence. A wave of fear rolls through me as the name Rusev is at the tip of my tongue. Could he be here? It would be a place he would want to be, and of course, the fact that I am here is just an added bonus. Is he the one who requested me?
Shaking, he appears to me in my mind almost as if he is right in front of me. No matter what I do or where I go he is always with me, haunting me. I see his eyes, the eyes that always had something hidden inside of them, and I hear his voice in my ear. It sends an unwanted chill down my spine, and I hold my breath as this goon leads me to a secluded area in the corner and moves back the curtain to let me behind it.
A sigh of relief comes out of me as I see it is not Rusev, or anyone related to him in any way, as far as I can tell. I allow myself to scan over him and notice his unique looks. This man has his dishwater blonde hair slicked back and dark contrasting eyes almost as black as a starless sky. I can tell even from his sitting position that he is tall, taller than me in my highest heels. I catch him looking me over as well. I wonder if he likes what he sees. He must if he had someone fetch me for him.
“Thank you for retrieving her, Egor. You are dismissed.” The man’s voice comes out calm, smooth, and authoritative, and then the goon leaves us alone, just like that. The thick curtain and the fact that we are surrounded by walls on the other three sides make this a private room, and I wonder what he wants from me in here. I wonder what I will give.
“I don't think I have ever been summoned before,” I mutter, as I realize there are little flecks of glow in the dark paint on the walls, so we still have light back here all by ourselves.
“When I see something I want, I go after it,” the man shoots back, immediately capturing my attention. I feel heat rushing through my entire body, especially at the back of my neck and my abdomen. I notice yet again the way his eyes are exploring my body, likely undressing me from head to toe in his brain. He sneers at me like he is about to catch his next meal. Not that I am not looking at him in a similar way. He certainly looks like dessert to me.
“What is it you want?” I ask boldly, sort of knowing the answer but wanting to move this along past lustful gazes.
He stands up, a grin beginning on his perfectly shaped face like someone has sculpted him to look this way, and then that turns into a full-fledged smile. My stomach tightens, and I can feel myself getting wet in my panties. One look from him and any woman would have the willpower of a goddess not to cream her pants.
“You are not stupid. You know exactly what I want,” he says. He is right, I do know what he wants from me, and I want it too. I want it just as badly as he does. I may be a woman, but I have a libido to match any man’s when the time comes.
This man takes a few steps towards me, and I remain in place while I let him circle me like a shark does to its prey. I stay there like a good little victim, waiting for him to devour me. He stops behind me, and his fingers land lightly on my shoulder, causing me to let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding.
I feel him step into me, the heat of his body radiating into my backside as his mouth lands just at my ear. “What do you want?” he whispers, careful not to act; touch me. I get the feeling he knows how maddening this is for me, so I decide I am going to play his game right back and throw his own words back at him.
“You know exactly what I want.” My shoulders straighten a little out of smugness. He chuckles a dark but melodious sound into my ear before backing away just a bit. It leaves me cold without his body so close to mine.
“I appreciate a woman with some wit and a strong head on her shoulders. Can you believe I could tell that about you from just watching you down there, all the way from up here?” he asks, and I shiver at the thought of him watching me dance. He steps close to me again, and I am in Heaven, or on my way to Hell. His lips press into my ear, and my eyes roll up into my skull as he taunts me, driving me crazy with that warm, sensual breath of his. His hands slide down the sides of my body, following my curves before beginning to explore elsewhere.
This dress is so thin, and I am starting to appreciate it as he feels of every nook and cranny he can find and reach.
“Come with me,” he whispers, entwining his hand with mine. Even that feels sexual in some way.
I let him lead me to the wall on my left, just past the curtain, and I find there is a door there, blended in with the wall. He smiles back at me slyly before pushing it open.
We go inside, and the door shuts. I can see immediately it’s an office. I can only think of a few reasons why this man has an office in a club, but that’s something I can figure out another day. Right now, I want him; and he wants me.
He pins me against the wall, my hands landing against it to keep me from smashing my face right into it. His breath is on me yet again as he unzips my dress. He acts like it’s a delicate job, something to take his time with like unwrapping a gift. Maybe I like that idea; being something special.
A chill hits me as the dress hangs there at my hips, and he has to work it down to my ankles, so I can step out of it. I keep my heels on as I kick the dress to the side, making sure our heights are better matched. I know the advantages of this.
He slips his thumbs in either side of my thong and plays with the strings so that I will never know when or if he means to take it off. He rolls the material up and down my hips almost like a preview of the motions we might be making sometime soon.
Finally, they come off, and I let out a sigh of relief and anticipation. His hands begin to roam my bare ass, feeling every part of me; every curve my ass and pussy makes. My head tips back as he makes small circles on my clit, only to move back to my ass cheeks again. He was teasing, an expert at sexual torture. I am not the kind of girl that deals with this; that lets this happen. I take charge and force him to go in, to please me, but I want to know so badly what this stranger has in store, that I hold the wild beast back and just let sensations take hold instead.
Suddenly, he grabs me from my hips and pulls back, making me slide down the wall so that I am primed and ready for whatever he wants to reach. His hands admire the soft skin of my round backside, another asset I have, but am sometimes self-conscious about. Hey, clothes are hard to find for a big ass.
His fingers play with my asshole a little, testing me. I could feel him watching me and waiting for my reaction. I am not giving him any reason to stop touching me with his warm hands. I want him to keep going until I get my satisfaction here tonight, and I am not beyond begging if it gets down to it. I am that girl, the one that can be it all when the moment arises.
His hands leave me, and I whimper and sigh, both annoyed and disappointed, but then it comes, the slap. His hand hits my right ass cheek like I am an animal he is trying to get to move. I can feel the imprint of his hand as the skin begins to go back to normal. That's when he gives me another, this time on the left. I scream out as he lands another dead center, harder than the other two. This one could leave a mark, something I could look back on, in case I never saw him again.
“Scream for me again,” he tells me softly. It wasn't anything frightening or demanding. It was a want, a need, and I gave it to him again and again as he made my ass raw. But I didn't know how much longer I could wait to feel him.
As if reading my thoughts, he steps back from me, and I hear his zipper as he pulls it down, letting his cock loose. I can't see it, but I am afraid to turn around and break the moment because I am so close to getting what I want.
I feel his length up against me. He is hard and pressing between my ass cheeks, so I can feel how big he is. I am dripping at this point, just waiting for him to take me. I can handle him, I can guarantee this.
Then, he does it, he slams inside me with no mercy, his hands landing on my hips and wrapping around them for leverage. I moan as he slams into me, filling me up in an instant with both his length and girth, even as my pussy stretches to fit him. “You’re so tight,” he groans into me.
“Fuck.” I can tell I am rocking his world, and I lean my ass back into him more as he makes a slapping sound every time he thrusts.
“Shit,” I say in return as I feel my body wanting to bring me there too damn fast. It’s like he’s made to get me off with his cock, the perfect curve and length hitting all of the best spots inside me.
My pussy begins to squeeze around him so that he can hardly move, yet he tries, making himself get there so that he releases into me, filling me with a warmth that makes it all the sweeter. I rub my ass on him, getting everything out of him I can before I finally let him go, allowing him to slide out of me. He spins me around and plants a kiss on my lips that I wasn't expecting. His lips taste so sweet on mine, I don't want it to stop, but it does.
He zips up and gestures to my dress on the ground. I strut to it, making sure he watches me while I glide it back over my satisfied body. I pick up my thong and tuck it in his pants pocket with a sly grin before asking him, “So, what's your name? I don't think I caught it.”
He gives a hearty laugh, the kind that shakes his whole body before answering. “Anton.”
“And yours?” He raises his eyebrow at me expectantly.
“Natasha,” I tell him boldly, slipping him my number before exiting the room. I just hope I’ve left him as hot and bothered as he’s left me.
