Darius
I GOT SO CAUGHT up in the moment, in her wide eyes and obvious signs of arousal, that I lost myself.
The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.
This is the part where they run.
This is the part where they call me sick, a pervert, and they slap my face or thank me for my time, but
this is how far it goes.
Every. Damn. Time.
But this girl... this girl is different. When I told her she was a bad girl who deserved to be spanked,
she reacted with the perfect, intoxicating blend of curiosity and arousal, tinted with the slightest bit of
fear.
“Oh, God,” Katie says, closing her eyes as her cheeks flush pink. I wrap my hand around her waist, a
silent plea for her to trust me. A reminder that I’ve got her.
Relationships like this take time, and they need to establish trust...
But this is no relationship, I remind myself.
It’s a one-night stand, no more, no less.
I rest my right hand on her heated ass, my cock throbbing, but I hold myself in check. With my left
hand around her waist, I give her a gentle squeeze.
“I need you to trust me.”
I want more. So much more.
She’s trembling over my lap, and I don’t know if it’s from nerves or arousal or excitement, or a
cocktail of all of the above.
“Trust you?” she whispers. Her eyes are closed, her wavy hair tumbling all about her, so fetching and
pretty.
I rub my palm over her pink skin, still painted with my handprints. Gorgeous.
“Yes. Trust me.”
“I just put myself over your knee for a spanking. If that doesn’t show trust...”
Good answer. I gently part her legs with the back of my hand to reward her, tracing my fingers
between her warm, damp thighs.
The seductive, sweet scent of her arousal fills the air, and I stifle a groan. My cock is painfully hard
beneath her, my heart hammering in my chest with the need to do more. So much more. The bright
lights of the city dance on her naked back, and far away in the distance, someone plays strains of jazz.
I cup her sex with my palm, and she arches into me with a moan. I’m lost to the heat of this moment.
“Tell daddy what you want,” I say in a hoarse whisper, as she grinds herself against my palm.
“I want to come, daddy,” she whispers.
A rush of heady arousal and excitement floods me at her response.
Perfect.
“Good answer, baby. You deserve a reward for being such a very good girl. Spread your legs for
daddy.”
Her thighs part further, and I waste no time in exploring her folds, slick with arousal. I stroke my
fingers through her, circling her clit while she moans and arches. I press my thumb in her channel and
pump, eager to reward her and teach her to be daddy’s good girl.
“I’m going to—I can’t—”
I bend my mouth to her ear. “Don’t hold yourself back. You want this. You’ve earned this. You come
on daddy’s fingers or you earn daddy’s belt.”
She spasms and writhes and moans with pleasure, and the sight of her coming while I ease her body
to release is the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. This is no fabricated orgasm to stroke my ego—
I’ve seen plenty of those— but pure, honest, unadulterated bliss. I hold her over my lap while I bring
her to pleasure until she’s panting, and she collapses over my knee.
“Oh my God,” she says on a moan. Fine dots of perspiration dot her back, the hair at the back of her
head damp. “That was... that was amazing.”
And we’ve only just warmed up.
She gets up off my lap, trembling. I reach for her, gather her up in my arms, and hold her against me. I
bend my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Bed. Now.”
Her arms encircle my neck. She’s glowing in post-orgasmic bliss, a soft smile playing at her lips. I
bend and brush my lips against hers, and my heart trips against my rib cage.
This is a one-night stand, I tell myself. One. Night.
But I can make it the best fucking night of her life.
I carry her to the master suite. I love the way her lust-filled eyes widen when she sees the sprawling
room, the king-sized bed, all whites and blacks and golds. Muted recessed lighting gives the room an
air of intimacy and tranquility. I lay her on the bed. She stays just where I put her, her head propped
on the pillow, her beautiful body on full display.
“One night,” she whispers and bites her lip. “What can I do for you, sir?”
I bend and gather her hair between my fingers, gently tugging until her lips part and her eyes roll back.
“Call me daddy.”
“Mmm. Yes, daddy.”
My cock hardens painfully.
“On your knees,” I order. “I want you chest down, ass in the air, ready to take me from behind.”
With an eager nod, she flips over on the bed and obeys me. Her reddened ass is on display, her tits
graze the bedspread, her palms splayed out on the bed to support her.
“You stay right there.” I make quick work of removing my clothes while she watches me, her head
tipped to the side. She doesn’t bother to hide the way her eyes roam over my body in unadulterated
lust, or the way she arches her back but trembles, eager for me to take her but apprehensive about this
night.
I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the corner of the room. Her eyes widen when my hands travel to my
waist and unfasten the buckle to my belt. I double the leather in my hand, step over to the bed, and
give her a teasing smack.
Her back arches and she sucks in a breath, but the next second she’s pushing her ass out for more.
Fucking perfect.
I lash her again, the sound of my leather striking her naked skin making me nearly lose my mind.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Yes. Yes, daddy, please. It hurts but it feels so good.”
“Good girl.” I bring my belt back and whap the folded leather across the tops of her thighs, relishing
every moan of pleasure that comes from her pretty lips. “She likes daddy’s belt.”
“Yes, daddy,” she moans.
I whip her again, and again, until she’s striped with my leather and vibrating with need. I can’t take it
anymore. I need to be in her. I take a condom out of my wallet and place it on the bed, strip the rest of
my clothing off, and kneel beside her. I roll the condom over my cock and glide the tip through her
swollen folds. Her fingers grip the blanket as she braces herself for me.
“You’ll take all of me, as many times as I want you.”
She nods. “Yes, daddy.” It’s part of our agreement, our contract, but I want all of her.
“Good girl,” I groan, gently pushing myself between her legs. I want to impale her with my cock and
thrust into her, but I make myself hold back. I need her to trust me. I slap her ass approvingly.
“Take me, daddy.” She arches and opens her legs. This time the smack I give her isn’t quite so gentle.
“I’m the one who commands this.”
She nods and swallows, trying to hold herself back, but she wants more.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeys. My cock throbs, my balls ache, as I glide between her hot, tight folds. Her pussy milks my
cock, contracts, and I nearly lose my fucking mind. I fist her hair and pull her head back, relishing the
sound of her moans and pleas. I slam into her, spurred on by the way she takes me.
“Oh, God,” she groans. “Please, daddy, don’t stop, just like that. Oh my God.”
It’s all I need. I don’t hold myself back anymore but thrust so hard she screams with pleasure. I glide
in and out, getting closer to ecstasy. She spasms and moans as I rock my hips. I pull her hair and slap
her ass in between savage thrusts, until she writhes and cries out, her mouth parts, and she screams
her release.
My own release chases hers, spasms of ecstasy ripping through me as she comes and comes. I climax
hard as her body contracts. She’s panting and begging as I soar into bliss, gripped by the most
powerful orgasm of my life.
When I’m finally spent, I bend with my torso to her back. I stroke her damp hair off her neck and kiss
her there. Before she leaves in the morning, she’ll bear teeth marks right there, at the sweet nape of
her neck, and I’ll mark her with my leather. This may be our only night together, but I’ll make sure it’s
one she won’t forget.
She’s still spasming, aftershocks rocking her as I hold her.
Her wide eyes meet mine. “I didn’t even know sex like that existed.”
“Jesus, woman,” I say, drawing out of her and arranging her on the pillows. “We’re going to have fun
tonight.” I get a towel and washcloth and clean her up.
She yawns widely. “Yes, daddy,” she whispers. “I can’t imagine what else you have in store for me,
since that was already...” she yawns again. “Epic.”
My mind goes to all the tools I have at my disposal. The handcuffs in this drawer, plugs and clamps,
hot wax and wands, various accoutrements designed to heighten awareness in measured pain for a
gateway to pleasure, to appease my sadistic needs.
“Rest for now.” I bend and kiss her forehead. “I’m going to lock up.”
I make one sweep of the penthouse before bed, making sure every lock is in place, the windows
secured. No more than a minute later, I join her in bed. She’s fast asleep.
I crawl in beside her, wrap my arm around her, and relish this moment. Her back is at my front, my
arm around her body, soft and pliable in slumber. This fleeting moment in time, a falling star as it
were. Brilliant and shimmering, it will fade before it touches earth. I never sleep but fight insomnia.
Tonight, however, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake when bright light streams through my window. I blink, surprised I’m not alone.
Katie’s got one leg hitched up on mine, her arm strewn around my chest. Her hair’s wild and crazy,
and she’s got lines on her cheek from the folds of the pillowcase. I tuck a strand of hair behind her
ear, and her eyes flutter open.
She bolts upright and grabs the sheets, covering her naked body.
“What did I do?”
Her panic’s admittedly adorable.
“You signed a contract, Katie. Mine for one night.” I glance at the bedside table. “And by my
calculations, we have one more hour.”
She winces. “Shit. I’m the one who came twice. And you’re the one who’s paying. I can’t believe I
fell asleep.”
She bites her lip and looks at me apprehensively. She looks about the room and sighs. “I always mess
things up. You paid me for a night of pleasure, and I pass out like a drunk sorority sister.” She shakes
her head. “I’m really sorry.”
Is she afraid I won’t pay her in full?
“We had a contract. You fulfilled your end,” I say, all business now. I want to gather her back up to
me and kiss away that self-doubt that flits across her features. But we’re coming to the end of the
contract. I can’t let myself get attached. My voice is hard and cold when I assure her, “Nowhere in
that contract does it say you’re not allowed to sleep.”
I get out of the bed and head to the bathroom without another word. When I come back, she’s at the
furthest end of the bed, the sheet pulled up to her chin, and she’s looking at me sternly.
“You should have more of a chance than that!” She’s angry I didn’t fuck her more?
“Don’t look at me like that.” I glance at the clock beside the bed. “I have one more hour, and I won’t
hesitate to punish you if you earn it.”
She blinks, then shakes her head. “It isn’t fair to use arousal techniques on me when I’m trying to be
pragmatic.”
“Arousal techniques?” Jesus, she’s adorable. “This is no technique. You’re still mine, and as mine
you’ll do what I tell you. No pouting allowed.”
Her gaze softens then, and she nods. She opens her mouth, then closes it, as if weighing her words.
Finally, she whispers, “Yes, daddy.” Her eyes widen and she nods. “Yep.”
“Yep what?”
“Still hot. I wondered if it was the wine.”
“I’m sure the wine helped.”
She bites her lip. “Too bad I can’t have wine for breakfast,” she whispers.
I shrug. “You can have anything you want for breakfast.” I sit beside her in the bed and pull up room
service on my phone. “Here. Have your pick.”
She looks at the menu eagerly. “Seriously? Ohh, I’ve never had room service before.” Then she drops
my phone and her eyes grow stern again. “But I really need to earn my keep. By contract you’re
paying me ten thousand dollars. I have to... do something.”
I have shoes in my closet worth more than that. Why is she so hung up on this? She doesn’t know how
letting me take care of her fills a need in me. It isn’t all about sex.
“We can solve that pretty easily.”
“Oh?”
My cock hardens, my heart slams in my ribcage.
“We place our order. Then I take you to my shower, we get ready for the day, and I fuck you against
the tiles until you scream my name.”
She says something garbled that sounds like, Gahhhhd.
“I can maybe try a blow job,” she says helpfully.
I groan. “Katie.”
“What?”
“I’m trying to order breakfast.”
“So?”
“Behave yourself and stop tempting me.”
She grins and taps her chin. “Or... we could...”
I place my phone down, prop my knees up on the bed, reach over for her, and drag her across my
thighs. When she’s propped up with her ass in the air, I rest my hand on the sweet spot where her
thighs meet her ass.
“Now are you listening to me?” I wrap my hand around her hair and give it a good tug.
“Oh! Yes, daddy. Of course, daddy!”
My cock aches.
I slap her ass.
“Stop distracting me with sex.”
“Eggs Benedict! I’ve never had it before. The fruit bowl, it looks so yummy. Chocolate croissant,
because how could I say no to that, a side of bacon and please, a big pot of coffee and... maybe a
mimosa?”
“Good girl.” I like a girl with a hearty appetite. I leave her across my knee but give her a sound spank
for good measure, using her ass as a table to prop my phone on while I place my order on
speakerphone. She wriggles and squirms but freezes when I reach below and pinch a nipple.
I place the order, put my phone down, and lift her off my knee.
“Shower.”
Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes hooded. “Shower,” she repeats. When she doesn’t move fast
enough, I reach for her, but she’s a fast learner. Moments later she’s scrambling off the bed and
trotting to the massive en suite bathroom.
She squeals. “This is... this is amazing. Oh my goodness, it’s the stuff of dreams. Are those fresh
roses? And look at the soap, it’s carved just like the roses, almost too pretty to use. I didn’t know
there were this many shades of white in the world! And there’s another hot tub, smaller than the one
where we did the wine thing.” She gasps. “Is that an entrance to a pool?”
I grab a condom, slide it on the sink beside the shower, and join her. “It is.”
“Wow.”
I lean in and turn the shower on. Moments later, billows of steam fill the room. I reach for her hand.
“We have half an hour before that food gets here.”
She nods. “Yes, daddy. And another hour before the contract’s up.”
Is it my imagination, or is there a note of sadness in her voice? I hate that our night together has come
to an end so quickly.
I close the shower door, take two washcloths, and lather them up with the rosette soaps. She closes
her eyes when I tip her head back, running a stream of hot water through her hair before I shampoo it.
Wordlessly, I lather her body, paying close attention to her nipples, her neck, and the sweet apex of
her thighs. When I’m done, she does the same for me.
It’s easy but sensual. I could get used to this.
By the time I’ve lathered her fully, my cock’s hard, and she’s practically panting. I arrange her against
the shower, bend her over, and roll the condom on. She rocks against me as I take her from behind. I
slide in and out of her with blissful pleasure, and as I come again, I know.
That contract was only a prelude.
After our breakfast, we quietly dress, and it’s like the curtain’s come down on the show. She’s
fulfilled her contract. The time is up. I should be ready to face the day, to do my work, satisfied with
the one-night stand that scratched the itch, but I’m not.
“I’ll arrange for a ride to get you home.”
“I have a car...”
Is her car safe? I don’t want her driving alone.
Why do I care?
“I’d much prefer you take my ride, so I know you’ve arrived home safely. I’ll arrange for your car to
be brought home later.” I tell myself making sure she gets home safe protects me from liability.
Or something.
Her eyes brighten and she smiles. “You’ll come with me?”
I look away. “I have work to do, so no. But one of my drivers will take you.”
Her voice is pained. “Oh.”
She gathers her things and I kiss her cheek, but the second the door shuts behind her, I want to yank it
open, grab her, and pull her back to me. I want to keep her here, with me, where she’s safe, because a
part of me feels...as if she’s mine.
But I can’t get involved with an escort, I know I can’t. I open the door, but she’s already gone. I slam
it, pacing the penthouse. I go about my day on autopilot, answering calls and sending emails, attending
teleconferences and signing paperwork.
By lunchtime, I’m on my feet, pacing back and forth in front of my desk. I have to find a way to get her
back.
I have to.