Gazing down into Tyler’s eyes, I knew she was satisfied. She was practically humming after her orgasm. What she didn’t reaslise was I wasn’t done with her quite yet. She seemed content to stay in my arms, just rocking and moving to the music. There was a different song playing now. Another song, which could have been made for Tyler, was now blasting through the speakers. I chuckled a little as I listened the lyrics. “It always feels like somebody’s watching me” blared into my ears as Tyler looked up at me with a smile.
I couldn’t let her get too complacent with me. It was almost like I was a comfort to her now. I needed to show my authority again. I needed her to know.
With a tug of her hand, I led her away from the dance floor and back towards one of the staff exit doors. “Surely we can’t go back here,” she said, but I didn’t answer. The crippling need to bury my cock in her took over. I had to claim her body. I had to show her who was boss. She tested me tonight and she needed to know what the punishment was for that.
Still pulling at her hand, I led Tyler into a darkened storage room. It wasn’t comfortable or cosy, but it wasn’t meant to be. You could smell dampness and the faint smell of bleach from the cleaning products they kept here. I chose this room purposefully. I wanted Tyler to know she wasn’t as special as she thought she was. I could still use her. Just enough to piss her off, but not so much that she completely turned away from me. I had her now and she knew it. I could virtually do whatever the hell I liked to her and she would let me.
With her breathing harsh, Tyler looked around the room with distasteful interest. She inhaled, no doubt catching the aroma. Eventually, though, curiosity got the better of her as she turned to face me. “Do you own this club or something? Why is it you seem to command such power? That man out there, and the security guard—”
I placed my finger to her lips, stopping her incessant questions. “Take off your cloak,” I demanded.
Tension sizzled in the air. Her eyes squinted and I knew she was having a debate in her head. Her body wanted to do as instructed, but her head was yelling at me to fuck off. When she didn’t comply, I stepped closer. “Take. The. Cloak. Off.” I was more than demanding it. I was commanding.
A hint of a gasp left her lips as I watched her chest rise and fall. She wanted me to fuck her. My fingers only weren’t enough to soothe that dying need inside of her. She ached for this. She lived for this.
Her stranger.
Her Lotus.
I waited, thinking I would have to take action myself and rip it from her, but Tyler surprised me. Her hand rose to her neck, pulling at the string. The cloak fell to the floor and an involuntary growl left my lips. Tyler shuddered a little. Even the sound of my voice affected her.
My cock sprang to life. I thought I would have to work harder to ruin the dark princess before me, but it looked as though I already had. She was mine. Utterly, totally, incomprehensibly mine. I wanted to grab her and fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked in her life.
I looked around the room and spotted a table in the corner. “Get over there and bend over…now.”
To my surprise again, she complied, walking towards the table and bending over to show that gorgeous ass of hers again. I walked towards her and almost circled her again, like she was my prey. I had to take in the sight. She was magnificent to watch. Her body almost quivered and quaked with need. She ached for me to touch her. The intensity was like a rich aroma, taking my sense of smell into overdrive. She was desperate for me and the thought had my cock acting on autopilot.
I approached from behind, hitching up that small skirt of hers. I circled my hand on her ass with slow deliberation. “You didn’t dance with any man tonight until you saw me. Why?” I kept on circling as I waited for her answer. Her breathing was still harsh. She didn’t know what the hell I was about to do to her and it had her body shivering with desire.
“I can dance with who—”
I slapped her ass hard, noting that her yelp of discomfort was laced with arousal. I patted her behind and carried on my circular motion. “Shall we try that again?” I asked. “Why did you dance with that man knowing I was watching you?”
Her eyes closed for a brief moment, her breathing even more erratic than ever. “Fuck you,” she seethed through her teeth.
I felt her tense, so she knew it was coming. She wanted this. She knew she would be punished if she didn’t answer the question, so she was deliberately provoking me. What a kinky little bitch you are, Tyler O’Shea.
The sound of the smack echoed around the room as Tyler desperately tried stifling her moan. It was no use, though. Her body was eager to betray her.