The Ex Games #3

Chapter 3

Katie



“I don’t know if I should take the job.” Meg made a face. “Not that I’ve gotten the job yet. I guess the first interview was just a screening interview.”

“A job’s a job, right?” I yawned from the couch, my mind elsewhere.

“I’m just not sure if everything is as it seems, you know?

“What do you mean?” I frowned and looked up at her.

“I don’t really know if it’s a regular bar. The girl who interviewed me said it was a private club.”

“A private club?”

“Yeah, I don’t know more,” Meg sighed. “I guess I’ll find out next week.” She sat next to me. “So what about you? Where’ve you been?”

“Just had to go out for a bit.” I leaned back into the couch. “Brandon was here last night.”

“I kinda heard.” Meg laughed.

“Oh.” I blushed. “Sorry.”

“Are you guys back together again?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I can’t deal with him anymore. I know I’ve said this many times before, but this time I’m really done.”

“It’s just all so weird.” Meg’s eyes grew round. “You get a job at his company and begin a whirlwind sexual adventure with him so quickly.”

“Oh, Meg,” I giggled. “I don’t know that I would say we began any sort of sexual adventure. We had some hot sex a few times and I felt like a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” She shook her head.

“I’m a fool in love.” My phone beeped, but I ignored it and turned to her. “There’s something you don’t know.”

“What?”

“When Brandon bought Marathon Corporation, I wasn’t in as much shock as I’d thought.”

“What?”

“I kind of knew he was going to buy the company.”

“What? How?” Her voice rose.

“Don’t judge me,” I groaned and leaned back. “This is going to sound crazy.”

“Oh my God, Katie. Tell me.”

“So you know how much I loved, Brandon right? How much I thought he was the one.”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Well, I guess I never really got over him. I never forgot about him.”

“He was a douche, Katie. For what he did. And for leaving you like that. All the things you had to go through by yourself.” Meg’s voice was passionate. “I’m sorry, but I kinda hate him.”

“He didn’t know about everything.” I bit my lip as I stared at her.

“What do you mean?” She blinked rapidly.

“I mean, I never spoke to him after that day at school. The day he found out I was eighteen. I was hoping he would contact me, but he never did,” I sighed. “So I just did what I had to do.”

“Oh my God, Katie.” Meg’s hand flew to her mouth. “But you told me you told him. You told me that he didn’t care and he wanted nothing to do with you because you lied.”

“I’m so ashamed of myself, Meg.” I stared at the wall to avoid seeing the shock in her eyes. “I never told him. I figured if he had loved me he would have contacted me. He would have begged me to come back to him. And so I was young and selfish and immature, and I made a rash decision.”

“Oh, Katie. Does he know?”

“How could I tell him, Meg?” I shook my head. “There hasn’t really been a chance.”

“Oh.” Meg grabbed my hands and squeezed. “Don’t beat yourself up. We all make mistakes.”

“Yeah.” I gave her a small smile. “So a few years ago, I started really looking into what he was doing. Reading every article I could find about him. Tracking his business stuff, and I even called his office a few times to hear his voice.”

“Wow.”

“I know, I know. It was crazy. At one point, I almost thought he knew it was me.” I sighed. “But I think it was just wishful thinking. I started following a journalist who had written a lot of pieces on him and went to a party that his newspaper was hosting. I knew his photo from the paper, and when I saw him, I accidentally bumped into him.”

“Oh shit, not Matt?” Meg was bug-eyed now.

“Yeah, Matt.”

“I knew you didn’t like him!” Meg exclaimed.

“What?”

“He just never really looked like your type. I mean, he was nice and all, but he wasn’t really exciting, and you guys never really seemed to have chemistry.”

“Yeah, well, get this. So I became friendly with him to try and get more information on Brandon, but...”

“Oh my God, but what?” Meg looked at me with excitement on her face. I knew that she was loving every minute of this scandalous conversation.

“Matt”—I paused dramatically—“is working for Brandon.”

“WHAT?” Meg screamed as she stared at me in shock. “Brandon Hastings? Are you telling me that Matt, your boyfriend, works for Brandon, your ex?”

“Yup.” I nodded. “Crazy, right?”

“What the f*ck?” Meg shook her head. “So was Matt working for Brandon when you met him or more recently?”

“No idea.” I bit my lower lip. “That’s what I want to know as well.”

“This is crazy. You played someone, but maybe you were played from the beginning?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “It’s so confusing.”

“This is like a frigging movie.” Meg jumped up. “I need a glass of wine. Want one?”

“Yeah, go on.” I sat back in the couch and waited for Meg to come back with the wine.

“Here you go.” She handed me a glass and sat back down. “Okay, okay, so let me get this straight. You tried to find Brandon ‘cause you still missed him? Why didn’t you just go straight to one of his offices or something?”

“I wanted it to be an organic meeting.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t ask. At the time, I thought it was a good idea to make it seem like a chance meeting.”

“So you bumped into Matt so you could get insider information on Brandon. Which you got. You then got a job at a company you knew he was buying so that you could pretend to be worried when he was back in your life, but really you were excited. You hooked up with him, hoping that meant that he wanted you back, but instead he treated you like shit again and you found out he had a fiancée and a son. Then you slept with him again and he treated you like shit again. And now you want to leave the job and forget any of this ever happened.”

“I guess that’s why you’re the lawyer.” I gave her a half smile. “You got it all in one paragraph.”

“Well, I’m no longer employed as a lawyer.” She made a face. “But this is one hell of a story.”

“I know. I feel like a bit of a psycho,” I muttered, thinking about everything. “I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time on this guy and he’s just an a*shole.”

“I agree that he’s an a*shole, but I think he deserves to know the truth,” Meg said softly, and I looked up into her earnest eyes with a frown. “I know it’s hard, Katie. And you probably try not to think about it, but I think you need to tell him what happened. Maybe that’s part of the reason why you can’t move on.”

“It hurts too much.” I bit my lower lip, desperately trying to forget what I’d done.


“But at least you know.” Meg leaned over and rubbed my shoulder. “He doesn’t even know.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just never want to see him again,” I groaned.

“Don’t lie, Katie.” Meg laughed. “You love him. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I do agree. It’s time to move on. I think he’s being an a*shole and he’s cheating on his fiancée. He’s not a nice guy. Yeah, he has a son and seems to love him, but why would he potentially ruin his family by sleeping with you? He’s an egomaniac and a jerk. He likes the power of taking whatever woman he feels like taking. He doesn’t seem to care about you at all. I mean, why would he be doing all of this?”

“I just don’t get it. I know I lied when we dated. I know I hurt him. But he hurt me too.” I sighed. “I don’t know why he is still trying to hurt me.”

“Maybe you need to have an honest conversation with him. Tell him everything and ask him to let you be. You need to move on, Katie. Meet a new guy. A nice guy.”

“I kinda met someone.” I made a face. “Well, we kissed.”

“What? You met someone and didn’t tell me?” Meg looked at me, clearly hurt.

“Just recently. And I’m not really interested in him. He’s a bartender at Getting Lucky’s. He kinda gave me a kiss and hinted that he’d like to do more.”

“Is he hot?”

“He’s sexy and hot.” I laughed and then sighed. “I just can’t think of anyone else that way though.”

“Katie, you need to stop letting this guy ruin all your potential relationships. He is not worth it.” Meg shook her head. “Have a final conversation with him. End it. And move on.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I sipped on my wine. “Someone has been texting me all night. Let me see if it’s him.”

“If it’s him, tell me what he said and I will tell you what to text back.”

“Argh, okay.” I laughed, jumped up, and grabbed my phone. “Okay, here are his texts. First one. ‘Hey Katie, I hope you’re enjoying your night in. If you want company let me know.’” I laughed. “Sure, Brandon. I’m going to text you right now.”

“Read the rest.”

“Okay, number two. ‘Hey Katie, I sure hope you’re not doing anything you’re going to regret right now.’”

“What does that mean?” Meg frowned.

“No idea.” I shrugged. “Okay, number three. ‘Katie, I need you to call me right now.’ Number four. ‘Katie, text me back or call now.’ Number five. ‘Katie, stop playing games. Call me now.’ Number six. ‘Katie, I don’t know what the f*ck you’re doing, but call me now.’ What the f*ck is his problem?” I groaned, but inside I felt a secret excitement that he wanted to talk to me so badly.

“He is sounding like a psycho.” Meg made a face. “What is his problem? He is on such a power trip. Does he expect you to drop everything for him just because he says so?”

“I think he does.”

“Yet he can f*ck other women and even marry someone else.” Meg’s voice was passionate. “What an arrogant a*shole.”

“He said he was going to dump Maria.” I stared at her with my heart thudding as I remembered his words. “He said she didn’t mean anything to him.”

“Did he dump her?” Meg bit her lip. “Not to be mean, but isn’t that what they all say? Actions speak louder than words, and to me, it looks like he’s just playing a game with you.”

“I want the truth.” I sighed. “And he also said Matt is Maria’s brother.”

“What the f*ck?” Meg’s jaw dropped open. “That cannot be a coincidence.”

“I don’t know.” I sipped some more wine. “He fell asleep after sex and then when I woke up he was gone.”

“Text him back and tell him you want to see him, but only if he is going to prepare some answers.”

“Really?” I frowned. “Maybe I can ask him over the phone.”

“No.” She shook her head. “You’ll know if he’s telling the truth by the look in his eyes.”

“That’s true, I suppose.”

“This shit is crazy.” Meg yawned. “This is really crazy.”

“I told you.” I laughed, though I didn’t think it was funny. I was about to text Brandon back when my phone rang. “Oh, shit. It’s him. Should I answer?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Let him wait it out.” She smiled evilly. “And actually, don’t text him until tomorrow. Let him stew a little bit.”

“Oh, Meg.” I put the phone on the table and sighed. “Why does life have to be so complicated?”

“Men make it that way.” She jumped up and we both laughed as the phone started ringing again. “Let’s go to bed. Leave the phone out here, so you aren’t tempted to answer.”

“Night, Meg.” I gave her a quick hug before walking into my room and collapsing onto the bed. I was exhausted, mentally and emotionally, and I fell into a deep, uncomfortable sleep right away.



***

I woke up late the next day, momentarily forgetting that everything was not right in my world. I stretched languorously in the bed and yawned. Even though I’d slept for a long time, I was still tired.

“Katie.” Meg knocked on my door. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” I called out. “Come in.”

Meg slowly opened the door and walked into the room. She had a weird look on her face, and I sat up to see what was going on.

“What’s up?”

“You have a—” She started talking, but then Brandon suddenly appeared behind her.

“Good morning, Katie.” His voice was gruff and his eyes looked at me manically. His hair was scruffy and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days.

“What are you doing here, Brandon?”

“I thought I told you to wait in the living room,” Meg said at the same time. Brandon didn’t even acknowledge her question or mine as he walked farther into the room and looked around.

“I called you.” His voice was accusing. “And I texted you. I told you to call me back.”

“I was in bed.”

“Sure.” His eyes were angry. “How was your early night?”

“It was fine.” I blushed and looked at Meg for support. It was so much easier to tell myself to not give a shit, but now he was here in front of me and all I wanted to do was kiss him and pull him down to the bed.

Meg spoke up. “You don’t own her. “You can’t just barge in here and question her.”

“Why? Because only lawyers can question?” He looked back at Meg with a sarcastic face. “Or can unemployed lawyers still question?”

“I—oh, you are so rude.” Meg glared at him and then at me before striding out of the room. “Thanks for telling him my business.”

“I didn’t!” I called after her and frowned. “How did you know Meg lost her job?” I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Brandon, who was staring down at me. His nostrils were flaring as he studied my face.

“Where were you last night?” He sat on the bed next to me, pulled the sheets down, and surveyed my body.

“What are you doing?” I pulled the sheets back up.


“I was checking to see if you were wearing any clothes.”

“How dare you!” I pushed his chest to get him off of the bed, but he didn’t move.

“Oh, I dare all right.” He glared at me and his fingers played with my hair. “Your hair looks like you’ve been through a washing machine. Rough night?”

“My night was fine.”

“Your lips don’t look battered.” His fingers traced along my lips and he smiled. “You didn’t f*ck anyone last night.”

“What are you talking about?” I glared at him again.

“Nothing.” His eyes glittered at me. “It’s nothing I can’t fix.”

“What are you fixing?”

“I missed you last night.” He changed the subject. “I wanted to see you.”

“Well, I was busy.”

“You’re never too busy for me.”

“Sorry, but that’s not true.” I turned away from him. “Why are you here, Brandon?”

“Because I want to make love to you.” His fingers gripped my face and turned it toward him so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. “My body is craving your touch. My mouth is craving your taste. My fingers and my dick are craving your p-ssy.”

“You’re so crude,” I mumbled in a daze against his lips. I felt myself growing wet at his words and hated myself for being so intensely attracted to this man.

“I’m not going to make love to you now.” His lips pressed against mine and my body melted into him automatically. “I’m not going to suck on your nipples as if they were little candies made for my mouth. I’m not going to eat you like you were a Sunday dinner and I’m not going to take you on a roller coaster ride.” He grinned as his fingers played with my hair and I breathed heavily against his lips. “I’m not going to do any of that right now.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t say anything else. His tongue plunged into my mouth and my fingers found his hair as we kissed. We kissed each other eagerly and hungrily, our lips dancing a mambo as our tongues waltzed. He tasted sweet as always, and my fingers ran across the stubble of his face lightly. I moaned as we kissed and I thought about the stubble tickling me in my private place. I wanted him badly. My body couldn’t resist his touch.

“Now, now, Katie.” He pulled away from me slightly as my fingers worked their way to the front of his pants. “I told you, there will be no sex right now. But tonight, my dear… Tonight is a different story.”

“What’s going on tonight?” I gazed into his eyes and a little whimper escaped as he cupped my breast.

“Tonight, I’m taking you on a little adventure.”

“What adventure?”

“It’s a surprise.” He grinned at me.

“I’m not going.” I shook my head. “We need to talk.”

“We can talk, but tonight we will have some fun as well.” He grinned at me. “Wear a dress or a short skirt.”

“Why?” My heart was beating fast now.

“You’ll see.” His eyes glittered and he leaned in to kiss me again.

“That’s not fair.” I shook my head. “You can’t just come here and demand I go out with you tonight when you won’t tell me where and you won’t give me any other information.”

“I’ll tell you two things.” He grinned at me wickedly. “If you do one thing for me?”

“What’s that?”

“Ride me,” he mumbled against my lips, and I frowned.

“I thought you said no sex.”

“I don’t want you to ride my cock,” he laughed as he squeezed my breasts.

“I don’t get it then,” I moaned and pushed myself into his hands.

“I want you to ride my face.”

“What?” My eyes widened.

“I know you like the stubble.” He grinned at me wickedly. “And my tongue. I need to taste you before I leave.”

“But what about you?” I whispered, feeling excited.

“I’ll come tonight.” He laughed and his eyes hardened slightly. “Tonight, you will ride me again. But that time, it will be my cock and I will have the best orgasm of my life.”

“I guess.” I shivered slightly. “I’m not agreeing to anything until you tell me what you have to say.”

“I told you that Matt and Maria are brother and sister, right?”

“Uh huh.” I sat up straight and stared at him intently. Was I finally going to get the information I always wanted?

“Their dad, Will, used to work for me. He was a private investigator for my dad’s company, and that’s how I met him. He was a good guy. He helped me in a lot of ways before I met you and after I met you. He had a heart attack a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he sighed. “He left me a note asking me to take care of his daughter, Maria, and to continue supporting his business, which his son, Matt, took over.”

“Oh,” I frowned. “I thought Matt was a journalist.”

“He is a journalist.” Brandon sighed. “But he grew up in the family business, so he was able to be a private investigator as well.”

“Oh.” I was still confused. I didn’t really understand how any of it added up.

“Right after her father died, Maria’s fiancé dumped her and she attempted to commit suicide.” Brandon looked at me with concern in his eyes “Matt came to me and asked me if I would become engaged to her as a way to help her mentally, and I agreed.” He sighed. “It was stupid of me. I don’t know what I was thinking. We should have just gotten her a therapist. But I figured, what could it hurt? It seemed to make her happy to be in a fake engagement and she didn’t demand anything of me.”

“So you didn’t sleep with her?” I asked slowly, and he nodded.

“I told you I didn’t sleep with her.” He spoke angrily “I don’t love her and we have never had sex. She’s not the love of my life.”

“So she’s not Harry’s mother?”

“No.” Brandon shook his head and stared at me. I wanted to ask him who was then. Who was the lady he had a kid with? But I was scared and jealous. I didn’t want to think about him having a baby with someone else.

“So you don’t love Maria?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’ve never loved her.”

“I see.” My stomach flipped at his words. Did that mean that I had a shot? Or was I fooling myself? If he found out what I’d done, would he still be interested in seeing me? “So you paid Matt to give you information about me after I started working for you?”

“Something like that.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s enough talking for now.”

“But I wanted to know—” I started, but he placed his finger in my mouth.

“Shhh.” He grinned as I sucked on it slowly. He pulled the sheets down and pulled me up toward him before pulling his finger out of my mouth. “Come here,” he growled as he tore off my t-shirt off and saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. “You make me so hard, Katie.”

I laughed at the expression on his face, which seemed to make him happy because he covered me with kisses as he laid down on the bed next to me. He lifted me up gently and placed me on his chest, and I quickly went to undo his belt buckle.


“No.” He shook his head as his fingers pushed my ass so that my whole body was closer and closer to his face. “My clothes stay on.”

“But,” I protested, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I was sitting high on his chest now, my legs spread-eagled on both sides of him. I could feel his breath on my p-ssy and every part of me was tingling in sweet anticipation.

“No buts.” He grinned and then lifted my ass up slightly. I shifted forward onto my knees and hovered over his mouth before looking down to make sure I wasn’t smothering him. His eyes sparkled at me before his arms pulled my thighs down roughly and I was sitting directly on his face. My eyes widened for two seconds and then I gripped the headboard as his tongue slowly licked my p-ssy lips. My body buckled slightly as I felt him sucking on my * while his stubble gently tickled me. My body started trembling and I moved back and forth on him gently, loving the feel of him against me. I felt his tongue lapping up my wetness before slowly entering me. In that moment his tongue felt just as magnificent as his cock, and I closed my eyes, delighting in the waves of pleasure as they crashed over me. His hands gripped my ass and he slowly moved me back and forth on his face as his mouth devoured me. I screamed as I felt an orgasm overtaking my body. I shuddered on top of him as I came, but Brandon didn’t stop licking and teasing me. Instead he increased the motion of his tongue and I moved my hips more urgently on his face as I felt a second orgasm building up.

“Oh, Brandon!” I screamed as I rode his face, forgetting to be gentle. My second orgasm built up even higher, and as the waves of pleasure tore through my body, I almost forgot who I was. I rolled onto the bed next to him and closed my eyes, trying not to move as I lay there feeling satiated and spent.

“Until tonight, my love.” Brandon jumped off of the bed and kissed me lightly on the cheeks. “I’ll see you tonight.” He walked out of my room with a confident swagger and I groaned into my pillow. I had no idea what he had planned, but I knew that I was in for one hell of a night.

I smiled to myself as I thought about Brandon and what he had said about Maria and Matt. Maybe I was going to be luckier than I thought. Maybe I was actually in it for a lot longer than one night. I sighed as I thought about everything I had left to tell him. I would tell him all my secrets at the end of the night. And then he could make up his mind once and for all. We were either going to make it work or we weren't. But I couldn’t keep going on like this. I would drive myself crazy. I couldn’t allow my body and my brain to keep fighting like this. One of them had to win out.



***

“You look hot.” Meg attempted a whistle as I exited my bedroom to wait for Brandon.

“So do you.” I blinked at her. “Where are you off to?”

“I got a call from the private club.” She smiled. “They want me to come in for an interview. The owner is back from some business trip or something.”

“Uhm, that doesn’t explain the sexy outfit,” I laughed.

“I figured men will buy more alcohol from sexy girls.” She grinned at me. “I want to show them I can be sexy.”

“You're going to go to work like that?”

“No,” she giggled. “But they don’t need to know that. I’m going to go to the interview like this, and if I get the job, I’ll dress regularly. What are they going to say? ‘Hey, you bait-and-switched us at the interview’?”

“I guess.” I laughed. “You're the lawyer, you know better than me.”

“Haha, well, you’re the sex queen.” Meg’s eyes laughed at me. “I need to get some makeup tips from you. You look hot.”

“Well, you know. We’re not in college anymore.” I grinned and paused as we heard a knock on the door.

“How does he get up here without us buzzing him in?” Meg looked at me in confusion.

“He owns the building.” I made a face.

“And that explains how we got into this building.” Meg laughed and shook her head. “I always wondered how we got approved.”

“Oh, wow. I never even thought about that.” I stared at her, my mind buzzing.

Bang, bang.

“I can hear you girls talking. Don’t make me open the door myself.” Brandon’s voice carried through the door and I walked to open it slowly.

“Hey,” I said shyly, grinning at him as his eyes popped open. He stared at my partially exposed breasts and then down to my heavily exposed legs.

“You look amazing.” He looked back up at me and I could see the desire in his eyes.

“Amazing enough for you to tell me where we’re going?”

He smiled at me and licked his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Nearly.”

“Whatever,” I pouted and he laughed.

“Hello, Meg.”

“Hi, Brandon.” She nodded at him. I could tell she still didn’t really like him.

“Where are you off to?”

“A private club.” She shrugged. “I’ve got an interview.”

“Oh?” He frowned. “What club?”

“I don’t know. It’s just called The Club, from what I know.”

“The Club?” He stilled and then gave me a quick look. “Hmm. Why are you going to interview there?”

“To get a job as a bartender.” She rolled her eyes.

“I thought you were a lawyer.”

“Well, I'm taking a break.” She pulled on her coat. “And I’m leaving now.”

“Wait.” Brandon grabbed her arm and paused. “I don’t think you should go. If it’s the club I’m thinking of, it’s not for you.”

“I don’t need your advice, thanks.” She pulled away from him and gave me a smile. “Have a good night, Katie. If you need anything, just call.” She gave him a glare. “And if you do anything to hurt my friend, I will cut your balls off.” And then she gave him a huge smile and left.

“Well, she doesn’t hold back, does she?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I laughed.

“You shouldn’t try to tell her what to do. You don’t have some special power over every woman, you know.”

“I don’t?” He winked at me and I hit him in the shoulder.

“How did you know she got fired?” I looked up at him carefully.

“Oh, Katie. Do we have to talk about this now?” He sighed and I nodded. “I know the partners at her old firm. I gave them a call.”

“But why?” I held my breath, my heart beating fast.

“I had a feeling you were going to leave the training in San Francisco and quit. I couldn’t let that happen. I knew you wouldn’t quit if your best friend and roommate had been fired.”

“Oh, Brandon.” My face paled at his words. Inside I felt both excited and annoyed. How could he have done that to Meg? “She loved that job.”

“I’ll give them a call next week.” His eyes burned into mine. “She’ll get her job back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I don’t want her working at the club.”

“Why not?”

“If it’s the club I’m thinking about, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” His eyes darkened for a moment. “It’s not a good idea at all.”

“Okay,” I shrugged. “So are we going now?”

“Sure, my eager beaver.” He laughed and pulled me toward him before kissing me hard. I melted into his chest, and his hands rested lightly on my ass before slowly pulling the back of my dress up. His fingers caressed my ass and he gasped as he realized I had no panties on. “You are a naughty girl.”


“I wanted to be accommodating.” I grinned and pressed myself into his erection as he growled against my ear.

“I’m going to blindfold you, Katie,” He whispered in my ear. “And I’m going to put earmuffs on your ears. I don’t want you to see or hear anything. I want every part of your body to be focused on me as you take me.”

“As I take you?”

“Remember my lap dance fantasy?” he whispered as his fingers teased me. “I want you to pretend you’re a stripper and f*ck me.”

“How can I do that with a blindfold and earmuffs?” I shook my head.

“You’ll find a way.” He grinned at me. “When we get to the location, I’ll kiss you to let you know you can start.”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “This sounds awkward.”

“Do it for me, Katie.” He kissed me again. “I want to own your body tonight. Please me and I will please you.”

“Fine.” I grinned up at him. “But tomorrow morning, we need to talk. A serious talk. Do you hear me?”

“Fine.” He kissed my lips one more time. “Tomorrow we shall talk.”

He pulled away from me, took a blindfold out of his pocket, and placed it over my eyes. I was enveloped in darkness and suddenly felt very nervous. I had no idea where we were going, and I didn’t know what to expect. He then placed a pair of earmuffs over my ears and all sound was gone as well. I held on to his arm as he escorted me out of the door and into the elevator. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves as we got into the back of a car. Brandon stroked my leg as we drove and I leaned into him. I had no idea where we were going, but I was starting to get excited.

About twenty minutes later, Brandon escorted me out of the back of the car and we walked for about five minutes before he took me into a building. I wasn’t even sure where we were and if he was opening any doors or what since we stopped every few seconds for him to do something. Then he picked me up and carried me, and before I knew it, I was being placed on a lush velvet couch. The material was soft underneath me and I wondered if we were in his apartment. I so wanted to pull off the blindfold and the earmuffs, but I knew he would be upset, and part of me enjoyed the thrill of it all. I felt Brandon slide down next to me and his thigh felt warm against mine. I waited in sweet anticipation for him to kiss me, and when it came, I climbed eagerly into his lap.

I straddled him and grinned against his mouth as I felt his erection pressing into me. He kissed me hard and his tongue danced along with the beat of my hips as I gyrated on him. His hands pushed my ass against him harder and I groaned as he broke the kiss and sucked on my neck. I continued moving back and forth on him like I was some sort of dirty stripper and I moaned against his hair as his fingers slipped between my legs. His head then moved farther down my neck until his teeth were pulling the top of my dress to the side. Then I felt his lips on my nipple and I ran my hands to his hair and pulled.

I continued gyrating on him for about a minute before reaching down to let his cock out. It felt hard and long, and I sat up a little bit before sliding down on him and taking him inside of me. His fingers gripped my waist and moved me up and down on him. I cried out as I bounced on top of him and rubbed my breasts in his face. I could feel that he was about to orgasm at the same time I was, and I squeezed his shoulders as he bit down on my nipple. I moved faster and faster and screamed as I climaxed on top of him. I could feel his body shuddering as he came in me and ripped the blindfold off of my face.

My eyes couldn’t even focus as my orgasm was so intense, but I soon realized that I was staring into the street. I looked around and realized that not only was I not in Brandon’s apartment, I was in a store somewhere, on a couch in the corner of the room. I looked around the dark room and discovered I was in a bar. I could see a couple of people across the way looking at us, and I froze on top of him. Brandon looked down at me with dark eyes and kissed me again as he slipped the earmuffs off. I was about to ask him where we were when I heard a voice behind me.

“I’m going to have to ask you both to leave this instant,” a familiar male voice spoke up and I froze. Brandon’s hands were still on my waist, holding me down on him, and I was unable to get off of his lap.

“We’ll be gone in a moment.” Brandon’s voice was terse. “I’m sure you understand that it will be better if I finish in her rather than on the couch.”

“Dude, if you don’t want me to call the cops, you better get out of here.” The man’s voice was shocked. “You and your girl need to leave my bar now.”

And then it hit me. I knew where I was. I twisted my head and saw the Getting Lucky sign on the door. My heart froze as I turned to look at the man who was speaking. It was the bartender from the other night. My face turned red as he stared at me, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Katie.” He took a step back and looked at me with a disappointed face.

“I, uh…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

“We need to go, Katie.” Brandon’s voice was pleased as his hands released their grip on my waist. He made a show of pulling the back of my dress down and letting his fingers hover on my p-ssy for a few seconds as he rubbed it gently. His hands then went to the front of my dress and pinched my nipples before adjusting the top. He then slid me off of him and jumped up, pulling me up with him. “This is for your inconvenience.” He dropped some bills on the table and nodded at the bartender. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him out of the bar. I looked at the ground in shame as we exited quickly. My blood was boiling and I didn’t know what to do.

“You’re mine, Katie,” he whispered in my ear as we left the bar. “I don’t expect you to ever come back to this bar.” His eyes glittered as he stared at me. “You better not lie to me and see that man ever again.”