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“Am I okay? Are you joking? I told you not to wear that. I told you this would happen!” I shout and see her shrink back like a scared child so I take a deep breath and close my eyes. My blood is on fire and I need to regain my composure.
She places her hand on my red swollen cheek and says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
My heart aches as I feel her touch and I open my eyes to see that her eyes are filled with tears. I can’t take it. I don’t ever want to make her cry so I grab her face and pull her toward me and kiss her hard on the lips. She melts into me and kisses me back and I lift her off her feet. I set her down on the desk and step between her legs pulling her to the edge so that I can feel her body against mine and kiss her again. I grab two handfuls of her tits and squeeze them as my tongue darts in and out of her welcoming mouth.
I want to pull out my cock and take her right here, right now but I have to keep my wits about me. There’s a pub full of people on the other side of this door and it’s likely that Bryce will come knocking any second.
5
Passion and Fury
Daniela
There was no way that I could have anticipated my first night ending like this and as I sit here locked in Dex’s arms I don’t want him to ever let go. Our emotions are running so high that I can’t even grasp how we got here. All I know is that no man has ever been this protective of me and no one has ever made me feel this safe. His touch is igniting a fire inside me as his passionate kisses hold me hostage, in his embrace. I would have stayed there forever if Bryce didn’t knock on the office door.
He lifts me off the desk and puts me back on the floor. “Come,” he calls out to Bryce.
“Are you good, Dex?” Bryce asks, eyeing me as he enters the dark office.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Dex replies.
“I don’t mean to interrupt but we still have a crowd out here…” Bryce starts but Dex cuts him off, “We’re coming, sorry.”
When Bryce leaves Dex takes my face in his hands and says, “We’ll finish this later.”
I readjust my clothes and nod. My legs are quivering and I need a second to compose myself before facing the world again.
I watch the customers carefully for the rest of the shift doing my best to remain out of arm's reach of everyone but I’m fighting a losing battle given the number of people crammed into this little bar. I just don’t want Dex to have any more trouble because of me not only because I need the job but because I really want him to like me. I’m relieved when Bryce flashes the lights signaling the last call and watch as the people drift out into the night a few at a time.
As the pub goes quiet my heart starts racing and I wonder what will happen when Dex and I are finally alone together again. The other girls and I clean up the aftermath as Bryce closes down the bar and Dex goes to the office with the night’s receipts. The other girls want to go home so they’re making quick work of it but I move a bit slower hoping that Dex will come back out. I’m watching the office door when I see the lights click off inside and my heart sinks. I guess he forgot about me so I tell Bryce good night and head up to my room. I feel stupid for even getting my hopes up. He’s had time to calm down and is probably regretting our little office encounter. He’s most likely going to chalk it up to a heat-of-the-moment loss of judgment and I hope it doesn’t make things awkward between us.
I empty my pockets and straighten the wads of crumpled bills that I earned in tips then undress and head to the shower. I come out and sit on the bed in my towel trying to imagine what Dex is thinking but my thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. I see Dex through the peephole and turn away, then turn back and away again. Do I open the door or do I tell him to wait while I get dressed? I don’t want to appear too forward but I don’t want to risk him walking away either so I open the door.
He leans into the doorway, holds an iron out to me, and grins. I hold my towel up with one hand and take the iron with the other. “Thanks,” I tell him.
“May I enter?” he asks.
“Oh, sorry, come in,” I’m not used to these kinds of formalities and feel foolish for expecting him to just barrel into my room when I opened the door.
He comes inside and sits on the sofa. His cheek is bruised but it doesn’t make him any less attractive. In fact, it might make him sexier. I pace the floor still wondering if I should excuse myself and put some clothes on when he says, “Come sit with me, little girl.”
I sit beside him still clutching my towel to my chest. “Would you be more comfortable if you dressed?” he asks me.
“Oh, no, I’m fine,” I reply.
“Good,” he tells me, placing his hand on my thigh. “You look good in that towel but I bet you’d look even better out of it.” He slips his hand under my towel and squeezes my thigh. I let out a long breath and say, “Would you like to see what’s under my towel?” His eyes never leave mine and he nods his affirmation so I let the towel slip below my breasts. He looks down and says, “beautiful”, as he raises his hands and rubs each of my nipples with his thumbs, sending an electric pulse straight through me. He looks into my eyes and pinches my tender nipples. I lose my breath for an instant then straighten my back and try to keep my composure. He drops his head and tenderly licks each nipple. I close my eyes and just as I settle back down he bites me. I gasp and wiggle in my seat but he just looks up at me and grins.
“You made me very upset tonight, darlin’,” he tells me.
“I didn’t mean to,” I reply. “I was just trying to make some money.”
“I’m afraid that I have no choice now but to punish you for your behavior. You need to understand that if we’re going to be together, no one else can touch you,” he says and I can’t believe what he’s saying. Are we going to be together?
“I can’t help it if some drunk decides to grab me,” I exclaim.
“Hush now, I’m gonna need to take you over my knee,” he sits up and points to his lap.
I would probably be worried if it weren’t for the smile on his face and the obvious bulge in his pants. He’s playing a game with me and I like it in spite of myself so I crawl onto his lap and ask, “Like this?” He yanks my towel off and pushes my naked body down across his knees. He rubs his hands together then grasps and squeezes my ass and it feels really good. He rubs each cheek then raises a hand and slaps. He doesn’t strike me hard but the sound of his hand making contact with my flesh causes me to jump. I wiggle my butt and settle back down anticipating the next blow. This one is a tad harder and I whimper when his hand makes contact. He rubs the tender spot then slaps it a third time. This time it stings but the sensation heats me up inside and I let out an approving moan. He hesitates and I think he might be finished with me but he adjusts my position slightly and slaps the other cheek. My face is growing hot and each clap of his hands on me causes a hollow ache between my legs. Like I have a void there that can only be filled by his cock.
