3. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Gianna

I stumble after him in the half-darkness, my nerves alive with excitement and desire. His hands are not as soft as I expected, and I can feel calluses scraping subtly against my palm as he pulls me up some stairs.

He smells amazing, like fresh rain, and sandalwood. I breathe deeply as I clack after him as fast as I can on my high heels. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I don't care. Being this reckless for once feels good.

"In here," he says to me, opening a door, and tugging me after him into a dark room. I feel a moment of panic, but then he flips on a light switch. One half of the room illuminates, revealing him closing the door and locking it behind him.

He's even more handsome than I remembered from our brief interaction outside with Guy. He looks like some kind of god, like he's not real.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry and my heart racing in my chest.

"How are you planning to thank me for saving you?" he asks me, his deep voice low. The sound chases along my nerve endings, sparking fire in its wake.

I feel myself kneeling before I know I'm going to do so. "I know how to thank a man for being thoughtful toward me," I hear my voice say. I don't know what's gotten into me.

Who is this person that is kneeling on the floor in front of this handsome, powerful, dangerous man? I don't really care, though. Even if this is the only time that I get to let go and give in to my urges, I don't care.

"Is that so?" he says, that deep voice tantalizing, calling to the core of me.

I nod, moving forward awkwardly on my knees and fetching up against his body. My shaking fingers unbuckle his belt, and zip down his fly.

I see the eager bulge of him, trapped behind his boxers. Before I can question myself, I rip his belt out of the belt loops on his pants and wrap it around my neck.

"Hold onto me. Control me," I tell him. I lift my hand up a little bit, indicating he should take the belt from my tingling fingers.

His dark brows lift in some surprise, but he takes the belt in his hand. A throb of desire pulses steadily in my core, and I lick my lips.

I push down his pants and his boxers, and I allow his huge cock to spring free. It's bigger than I expected it to be, but that doesn't scare me. It just makes me even wetter.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asks me. There's amusement coiling through his voice.

I glance up at him, and smile back. Something like an unexpected understanding rises between us, and I lean forward to take him in my mouth.

I'm rewarded by his hiss of a quick indrawn breath, and I start working my way up and down his cock. He's so big that I have to wrap my hands around the base of him as I suck.

"You do know what you're doing," he says, and I make an affirmative noise in my throat.

Guy might have been much less impressive than this man, but he liked his dick sucked as much as the next guy. And he hadn't been afraid to complain when I didn't do what he wanted me to. I had been forced to learn to be very good at this particular job.

"Faster," he says to me assertively. I don't respond right away, and he jerks the belt tighter around my throat.

I gasp with pleasure, feeling wetness seeping into my underwear. I start moving faster up and down the length of him, tasting his precum in my mouth.

"You're so big," I say with some wonder as I pull back to catch my breath.

He looks down at me, a small grin tucked into the corner of his mouth, but a dangerous glint in his blue eyes. "Can you handle me, do you think?"

I squint a little, then run a hand up and down his length appreciatively. "I'm game to try."

He laughs, but the sound isn't happy. Instead, it sounds dangerous, and seductive. He pulls my panties off in one smooth motion. Then he grabs my shoulders and yanks me up off the floor. He lifts me into his arms, making me feel as light as a feather.

I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as he presses his mouth against mine.

The kiss isn't gentle at all. His tongue and lips are rough with me, and I'm surprised I don't taste blood in my mouth. Instead of being frightened or put off, however, I lean into his ravishing touch, giving it back as good as I'm getting it.

I feel a small drop of moisture from my pussy run down my leg. God, I'm dying for him to be inside me, but he's still kissing me and I don't have the breath to beg.

I feel the head of his huge dick teasing my slippery folds, and I moan into his mouth. He cants his hips up and the head slips inside me ever so slightly. I arch my back and cry out, pulling away from his mouth.

I open my eyes, panting, feeling like I'm going to die if he doesn't start fucking me, and I meet his gaze. His blue eyes look very dark in the low light.

"You like that?" he asks me, pressing me closer as he lifts his hips again. This time I feel him start to stretch me, causing pain along with pleasure.

"God, yes," I rasp out, squirming against him trying to soothe the ache between my legs.

"Don't be greedy," he whispers to me, pressing the head of his impressive dick in and out of me ever so slightly.

I cry out each time he presses into me, the pleasure so intense that my eyes fall closed. I'm still squirming against him, desperate for more.

"Stop that before I fucking drop you on the floor," he growls at me, and I go still. I open my eyes and look at him for a moment, before he tumbles me forward over the desk. Stacks of paperwork scatter to the floor, and something heavy lands on the ground.

"Please," I beg, writhing against the hard surface of the desk. I realize I don't have any idea what his name is. I don't think that really matters though. We understand each other well enough.

"Please what?" he asks. He grabs the belt around my neck and tugs on it.

I gasp and arch up off the desk. "Please fuck me," I manage to say around the constriction at my throat.

"Good girl," he praises, allowing the belt to loosen some.

He steps closer to me and then pauses. He looks down and caresses my cheek gently. Caught off guard, I hold still and look at him. He pinches my lower lip gently between his fingers, then dips it inside my mouth. I obediently, instinctively suck on it, and his eyes grow dark as he sets his jaw.

Suddenly, he shoves himself inside of me, pressing home all the way to the root. I scream at the intrusion, the pain, the pleasure.

I'm no virgin, but he's so much bigger than Guy. My body doesn't know whether to feel pleasure, pain, or shock in response to the way he is filling me and tearing me apart.

He gives me a moment to adjust to his size. I feel a tear slip from the corner of my eye and he reaches up to wipe it away. "Did I hurt you?" he asks me, his tone gruff.

I nod. "Yes. Don't stop."

Some emotion flashes across his face. Maybe surprise, and then he grins a devil's smile at me. "As you wish," he says, and he starts to move inside of me.

Just like I asked for, he isn't gentle and he isn't considerate. My body's shock starts to give way to pleasure that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Each stroke is painful, but the shock of ecstasy that follows the pain is worth it. I hear myself shouting each time he thrusts home, pleading with him to fuck me harder, begging him to make me come.

I had no idea that this person existed within me. I feel unhinged, untethered from reality, and more alive than I have ever been.

"Come for me," he snarls at me, bringing his fingers down to rub my clit. "Come for me right now."

As if my body listens only to his commands, I fly apart in a million pieces. The orgasm rolls over me with crushing force. I hear someone screaming, and I wonder who it is for a moment, until I realize that it's me.

My body flexes and jolts with each shock of pleasure, and I feel a gush of liquid run down my legs.

"My God," he says, wonder in his tone. "My God, that's good."

"My turn for you…to come…come for me," I manage to gasp out, my pussy still clenching painfully around his cock.

"Is that what you want?" he asks me, his tone silky.

"Oh yes," I pant. "God, yes."

"As you wish," he says roughly, and he starts driving harder into me. My head is banging against the desk, but pleasure is climbing steeply within me again.

To my shock, as he drives home and shouts his release, I tumble over the edge again, accompanying him. I feel the same gush of liquid between my legs as I gasp and tremble beneath him.

There's a moment of silence in the office that is filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing. He lifts his head, his dark hair spills over his forehead. I raise my hand to push his hair back, when someone starts jiggling the door to the office.

"You in there?" a male voice calls.

"Yeah," he says back, his tone level despite his heaving breath.

"We've got an underage girl puking in the bathroom. We need to get her out of here," the voice says.

"Got it. I'm on my way." He looks down at me, one brow lifted in inquiry.

I bite my lip. "I think that's my friend," I say, feeling guilty.

He shakes his head a little. "Is she underage?"

I cringe a little, not sure I should reply. He growls at me, and I feel the noise within me as well as hear it because he's still inside me.

"Figures," he says. "Don't tell me that you're underage too."

I shake my head as he pulls out of me. My body cries for him to come back, but I silence it. I slither through the mess we left on the edge of the desk and try to get my clothing back in order.

"Thank God for that, at least," he says, raking a hand through his dark hair. He looks around on the floor for a moment, then smiles a little and holds out his hand. I giggle and slip his belt off my neck so I can hand it to him.

"Come on," he says to me. "Let's get you and your friends out of here. It's getting late."

I follow him downstairs, and he points toward the door. I see my friend kneeling on the sidewalk outside the club, retching into the gutter while a bouncer stands next to her.

"Let me get my other friends," I yell into his ear, and he nods, following me. We gather up my friends, and then he calls us an Uber. We don't say anything as we all stand outside waiting for it to pick us up.

I steal a couple of glances at him, but don't ask his name. If he's truly the owner of this club, I can find him again if I want to.

The Uber shows up, and my friends climb inside. I glance back at him, meeting his blue gaze. My sore, satisfied pussy throbs in response to the intensity of his expression.

"Thank you," I say to him, and we both know I'm not thanking him for calling us an Uber.

I think he might just walk away again, but instead, he captures my fingers, and presses an old-fashioned kiss to the back of my hand. My confused brain thinks of the moment in Titanic when Jack kisses Rose's hand before they have dinner.

"Take care of yourself," he says to me cryptically, then he turns around and goes inside.

I look at my hand, which is trembling, and quickly whirl around and get into the car with my drunk friends. I give my address to the driver, and try to ignore the alcohol and perfume smell combining in the confines of the car.

My core aches, and I feel like I've run a marathon, but I have never felt so satisfied in all my life.

I think about him kissing my fingers, and I shake my head a little. I really need to stop watching so many romantic movies.