Chapter 3

The hostess smiles at him like she knows him and guides him to where I"m sitting. He thanks her and slides into the seat across from me.

"I"m sorry I"m late." He says, unfolding the cloth napkin and draping it over his lap.

This is it. This is my chance. I don"t want to run away from this anymore.

"I think you"re right on time," I say with as much a seductive voice as I can muster.

"Why did you run from me?"

"I was late for my reservation." I lie as I lick my lips seductively. Keep it together, Anne.

"What happened to your dress?"

"Accidents happen in crowded places."

Normally, I"d cower and try to take attention away from my fashion faux pas, but I"m a femme fatale, right? I don"t care a damn if the front of my dress has a big fat stain on it.

"I can pay for the dry cleaning if you let me take it off you tonight."

His heated gaze is on me, and all I can do is lick my lips. Do I really want to tease this man? I look down at myself and sigh.

"I think it might be ruined."

"The invitation is still valid, though." He says.

"And I"m considering it. But I"d like to get to know you better." I hesitate. "For a man who"s willing to pay for my dry cleaning, I hardly know a thing about you."

"Maxwell or Max." His tone indicates that"s all I need to know before I fall on my knees in front of him.

"Ashley." Shit, I shouldn"t have lied, but I do it when I"m pressured. Besides, Ashley sounds sexier.

He reaches for my hand, which is holding the ice water glass, turns it upside down, and places an open-mouthed kiss on my palm. The contact sends a shiver through my body, ending right between the apex of my legs. He places my hand back on the table, and we just stare at each other with fire in our eyes.

I don"t think I"ll make it through dinner.

The server approaches the table, and instead of handing us menus he looks expectantly at my "date" who just goes ahead and orders for us, drinks and all. How… alpha of him. I don"t know what"s good in here and I"m too nervous to get upset at his show of dominance. I need to keep it together if I want to spend a hot night with this man. And I do.

I lick my lips again. Is it too slutty to keep doing it? I just think he"s delicious, plus I do it to keep from biting my lip, which is what I normally do when I"m this on edge. I lean forward slightly as if I"m going to tell him a secret.

"Tell me more about tonight, Max. What happens after you take off my dress?"

It"s like we"re playing a game of eye chicken, and I"m scared to even blink. I want to watch every nuance of his features to be able to figure out why this man followed me all the way here. I"m not that remarkable. At least, that"s what my grandmother keeps telling me. Max leans forward to mimic my body language and for a moment, I think he might just go ahead and kiss me in the middle of this restaurant.

"I"ll give you as many orgasms as I can with my mouth and my fingers. Then I"ll fuck you hard until you beg me for more."

Shit, I"m in trouble with this man. My cheeks feel swollen and I know I look red as a tomato right now. I narrow my eyes at him.

"You seem really confident that you can satisfy me sexually. How come? You don"t even know me."

"You won"t regret coming home with me tonight, Ashley." Is all he says.

The server interrupts us with the appetizers and we both lean back, surprised. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of us here, and my body was burning with not only his words but the tone in which he said them. His voice is smooth and masculine, and I could come on the spot if he just whispered some dirty thoughts into my ear.

I put my hand over my throat as I gulp. I don"t want him to realize that I"m not a femme fatale but rather a kitten that"s mistakenly gone inside a lion"s den. I take a sip of the wine he ordered and savor the flavors in my mouth. I took a class on wine tasting once for an article I was writing, but I don"t really know how to identify things like the experts do.

Max tastes his wine, and his face seems to register surprise at the flavor. He seems at ease here in this place, with me, but I am certain he could pounce on me at any given moment—like a tiger. I keep comparing him to felines. I take a bite of one of the pork pot stickers and moan in appreciation. I"ll have to come back here for more if the rest of the food is as good as this. Right now, I"m only going to nibble because I sense there"s sex in my future, and I don"t want to be bloated.

"Tell me more about yourself, Ashley."

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything, everything. What"s your favorite position to have sex in? How kinky do you get?"

I smile at that but say, "This is the type of dinner conversation that we"re going to have?"

"You can share anything you want with me. I just want to keep listening to your voice. It"s sexy, and I"m already sporting a semi because of it."

"You"re blunt."

"I know what I want when I see it. And I always get what I want."

I want to laugh at that. The arrogance. But looking at his face I see he"s not kidding. Not one little bit. I"m not sure what I can share with this man. I don"t plan to ever see him again after tonight, even if he will be my first.

"I"m an artist, but I don"t want to talk about myself tonight. Tell me more about this exciting night we"re going to have."

He shifts in his chair. I"m guessing that was a turn-on for him.

"At some point in the night, you"ll be sitting on my face while I eat you out. Then, after many, many orgasms, you"ll beg me to stop, but I won"t."

My pussy throbs in response to his words. Then, a silly thought comes into my head.

"What are you? A Pleasure Dom or something?"

"Something."

I almost choke on my wine. Then he smiles—a panty-melting smile that I don"t think anyone can resist. I"m in so much trouble. When the server interrupts us to bring our entrees, Max tells him to box everything up to go. I gasp and see the server rush away to comply with Max"s order. I guess this is the moment where I decide if I want to go with this god amongst men or keep living as a boring old virgin.

The god wins, of course, and as he pays for our meal, I can feel myself soaking my panties from how much I want this man between my legs. He gives me another one of those heated gazes and gets up once our package is ready. Then he extends his hand for me and I don"t even think about it and reach for it.

A spark of electricity passes between us and we both look at each other in surprise. I blush, lower my eyes, and let him guide me out of the restaurant. Out on the street, there"s a car waiting for us. I don"t know when he even had time to call a rideshare, but he ushered me into the vehicle and then came in after me.

A little part of me is annoyed when he tells the driver his address instead of the customary "your place or mine?" but I sort of like this dominance thing. Besides, I don"t really want him to know where I live. The car starts moving along, and he puts his hand on my thigh. His big hand is heavy and warm on my leg, and I wonder how he will react when he reaches my wet panties.

The silence in the car is deafening, but the driver must have read my mind because he turns the radio on to some rock station. This makes me bolder, so I put my hand on top of Max"s and guide him further up my thigh. I keep my eyes looking forward towards the road, but I feel his gaze on me. I"m breathing hard because of how turned on I am. Then I feel his warm breath on my ear.

"Ashley, if we don"t stop, I"m going to fuck you right in this cab in front of this driver."

I shiver, but I understand the warning. Because I wouldn"t stop him if he took me in this back seat, and I don"t really want that to be my first time. Should I even tell him I"m a virgin? There"s no right moment for a declaration like that. Plus, I"ve been acting a little bit like a slut during the brief time that we"ve known one another.

His hand is still on my thigh, so I pull it off and intertwine my fingers with his, and set our hands in between us. He squeezes my hand, and I venture a peek at his face. Desire is etched all over it, and my pussy throbs once more. We stay like that for the longest ride of the century. However, when we get to the address he gave the driver, I almost gasp once again. It"s not a house, not really. It"s more like a mansion. A McMansion—or a MaxMansion.

I guess the VIP lounge really carries VIPs. This guy must be loaded, and I"m slightly uncomfortable with that. But then, I"m making assumptions about him. It could be a rental or belong to a friend. Stop being so judgmental, Anne.

Max gets out and reaches inside for me. I take his hand again tonight and realize that every time I take his hand, it is a sort of consent. Does that bother me? I"ve already decided that I want my first time to be with this stranger. What concerns me is that he"s a bit larger than life, especially now that I"ve seen where he lives. At the same time, his touch puts me at ease. I"ve never felt that before with any of the men I"ve dated.

When we go inside, I expect him to pounce on me, but he doesn"t. He keeps hold of my hand and takes me to his living room, which is absolutely gorgeous. It"s like an interior designer threw up on this place—or, at least, what I can see of it from where I"m standing. This all just speaks of money, and lots of it. I"m starting to feel a little self-conscious when he doesn"t say anything, but then I dare look up at him.

His eyes are blazing with heat, and it takes me aback. I gulp, and all I can think about is how this man is going to eat me alive. And I"m going to let him. My throat feels dry and my hands start to feel slightly clammy. The only part of me that"s cooperating is my pussy. It"s throbbing with need. Max comes closer to me. His body radiates heat like a furnace, and he puts his hands on my face.

He"s so gentle that you"d think he wasn"t really that wild animal about to attack. But he is. His first words to me since we got to his home are raw and very direct.

"I need you naked."

He strokes my lower lip with his thumb, making me tremble. I want to do a little striptease for him, but I"m not that bold, so I just start lifting up my dress, slowly revealing every bit of me. My underwear is lacy, sexy, and see-through, I made sure of that. When the dress is off, he just takes this deep breath and looks at me from top to bottom.

"Perfection."

I move to take my bra off, but he stops me.

"Leave your underwear on. I want us to play for a little bit."

"Only a little bit?"

"If you take those off, kitten, I"m going to fuck you against the wall, fast and hard."

"Maybe I want that."

I"m not sure I want that, but the words come out of my mouth before I can consider what response I will get from a bold statement like that.

"You don"t know what you"re asking. I haven"t been with anyone…" He hesitates, "in a long time."

For a moment, I see pain reflected in his eyes, but it quickly disappears. Then he"s back to being feral. I feel a little vulnerable, so I wrap my arms around myself.

"None of that, kitten. Don"t hide from me."

He sits down on the couch and pulls me down with him. Having all of his attention like this is a little overwhelming, but then I remember that I wanted to take the bull by the horns, and I reach over to kiss him. He turns his face just in time to avoid my lips and starts kissing my neck and teasing my breasts through the lace of my bra.

His warm breath against my skin is melting my special place, soaking the gusset of my panties. My nipples are starting to get hard with the attention that"s been given to them, and I reach out to him. I grab his shirt and hang on to him. I think it"s kind of hot that I"m undressed, and he"s not. I pull at his shirt so that he"s closer to me, and I feel his hand going down my stomach to my panties.

He teases the top of my panties but doesn"t move to take them off. Then he pushes my legs apart and cups my pussy.

"Kitten, you"re soaked. Is this all for me?"

"Yes." I barely manage to get out.

He teases me through the lace and my hips start rolling up, trying to get more pressure between my legs.

"Ah, my beautiful kitten, you want more, don"t you?"

"Yes, please."

He chuckles at how fast I answer and how needy I sound, but at this point, I don"t care. I want—no, I need—more of him.

"There"s so much I want to do to you, kitten. I doubt we"ll get any sleep tonight."

"That"s fine. I don"t have to be at work until Monday."

At that, he moves the crotch of my panties aside and runs two fingers up and down my slit. He lifts them up for me to see the juices dripping from them, and then he sucks them clean.

"Mmmm, you taste like honey, kitten. I want to have my fill of that juice."

Before I know it, he"s pulling down my panties and tossing them aside. He kneels in front of me and opens up my thighs to be able to fit his massive shoulders between my legs. Hot kisses are placed up one thigh, then the other, as he goes up and up towards where I need him the most. His kisses are delicious, but I"m desperate for him to lick and suck my clit.

He keeps kissing all around my pussy, teasing me but avoiding all the crucial areas. I"m whimpering with need and desperation.

"Max, please."

"Patience, kitten. This pussy of yours is magnificent. I want to worship it properly."

That"s when he starts licking me with gusto as if he were desperate to drink all of my juices. His tongue goes up and down my slit, and my orgasm builds inside me. The man is skilled with that tongue of his, and I grab his hair and pull him closer to me. It"s a useless move because his mouth is glued to my sex, and my nerve endings are all at attention.

I start moaning with every thrust of his tongue. He"s fucking me with it, and I"m loving every minute of it. When I don"t think I can stand it anymore, he inserts a thick finger inside me and starts suckling my clit. That makes me go over the edge, and I scream his name when my body explodes in pleasure.

He doesn"t stop teasing me and helps me ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm. I"m panting, and when I put my hand on his shoulder, he looks up at me. I"m shattered with ecstasy, and he has the audacity to look smug. His face is drenched in my juices, and he wipes his mouth against my thigh.

"That was the first of many, kitten."

Suddenly, he"s on his feet and scoops me up in his arms. Those arms feel strong around me and it"s like I"m floating on air. Once in the bedroom, he sets me down gently and takes off my bra.

"You are amazing, Ashley."

I recoil at the false name I gave him. Damn me and my inability to stand pressure. But it doesn"t matter. I won"t be seeing him after tomorrow. I can deal with it for a while longer. I just hope he doesn"t scream out that name when he comes inside me. That reminds me. I need to come clean with him. I"m no femme fatale.

"Max, I need to tell you something."

My fingers reach for the buttons on his shirt and I start undoing each one slowly. He tries to remove my hands to do it himself but I swat his hands with my own.

"Let me do this. I want to see you naked, Max."

"I don"t know that I can wait that long to have you, kitten."

"Max. I…"

"What"s going on in that head of yours?" He lifts my chin with his index finger so we can see each other eye to eye.

"I"ve never done this before." I blurt out.

He frowns and steps back from me. Shit, I hope I didn"t screw this up.

"You"re a virgin?"

I nod and then shiver. I don"t want him to reject me.

"I"ve never been intimate with anyone before today."

I take a step forward, but he keeps me at a distance with his arms.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight." I managed to get the truth out for once.

"Have you touched yourself?"

I blush at that. "Yes, and I"ve… I"ve used toys. You won"t hurt me."

"You say that because you haven"t seen my cock yet."

My blush deepens at that, and my sex starts to go to its happy place again. I move closer to him once again, and this time he doesn"t keep me from reaching for him. I restart the unbuttoning of his shirt and see that he has a couple of tattoos there as well. I"m dying to see the ones on his arms. I love it when people have well-thought-out tattoos that make wonderful and complex scenes on their skin.

"Wait. I don"t have any condoms."

"I"m on the pill, and I"ve never been with anyone."

What the heck are you doing, Anne? I"ve just met this man, and I want to risk having sex bareback? I"m desperately waiting for him to tell me he"s clean, but he takes his time, and I start panicking.

"I"m clean. But we can have some condoms delivered."

I sigh in relief at his response. He wouldn"t offer if he didn"t mean it.

"It"s okay. We"re both okay."

My hands go to unfasten his belt and I notice the tent he"s sporting is huge. I start to blush again, and he chuckles at me.

"Starting to realize what you"ve gotten yourself into, huh, kitten?"

"I"m right where I want to be, Max. Help me get you naked."

"It"ll be my pleasure."