Pure Punishment(12)

The average number of thoughts that humans are believed to experience each day is seventy thousand.





As I enter the bar, a familiar face is the first thing I see. Dark eyes is sitting at the bar by himself with a glass in hand. He doesn’t notice me when I walk in; actually I don’t think he’s paying attention to anything but the glass in his hand. I take a seat next to him and wait for him to look up, but he doesn’t. The bartender walks over and is looking at me like I’ve grown a pair of tits on my head. He’s young, younger than mister dark and mysterious sitting next to me anyway.

I realize he never gave his name out when he spoke to me last. He knew mine, which I have yet to find out how.

“Kayla.” He surprises me, making me jump in my seat. I didn’t realize he knew I was here because I was too engrossed in thoughts to notice.

“How do you know my name?” I lean over so I can see his eyes, his very dark eyes. He looks at me with surprise and takes the last swig of his alcohol before nodding his head to the bartender for another.

“I have my ways.”

Ha!

“You’ve been stalking me?” I say flirtatiously.

“Possibly.” He takes the drink the bartender offers him, leaving me to wonder if he really has been stalking me. If he has, for how long? Does he know what I do at nighttime to get my kicks? Does he know I like to fuck as much as I love to torture? I should be worried, but for some strange reason I don’t feel like I should be concerned around him.

“So, you obviously know why I’m here then. If you’ve been stalking me, that is?” I turn my body so I am facing him. His eyes finally meet mine and then travel back down to my now exposed legs. I know he likes what he sees. “So, dark eyes, do I get a name from you?”

He cocks his head to the side and the side of his lip curves up in a smirk. He shakes it off, turns back to the bartender and nods his head for another after he slams down his previous drink.

“Fine then, I guess I can come up with my own.” I try to work out what would be insulting to call him, so he will give me his name. I don’t know why I’m even bothering. All I want from him is a roll in the sack anyway.

“Bob, that’s it, I’m going to call you Bob from now on.” His face grimaces, but he doesn’t say a word. “So Bob, do you like to fuck?”

The guy I haven’t noticed sitting next to me spits his drink out and looks at me opened mouth. I shrug my shoulders and turn my back so I’m facing Bob.

“I’ll interpret your silence as a yes?” My hand touches his bicep and I run my nails down his exposed colorful arm. He has a black V-neck shirt on. His muscles are bulging out. He is twice my size and my mind turns dirty as I think what his body would look like under mine. He doesn’t push my arm away or even turn to look at me. I let my hand drop lower until I’m touching his ripped denim jeans. I inch my hand closer until my hand is on top of his semi hard cock. He still doesn’t utter a word. My mind is lost in sexual thoughts and I can feel my pussy getting wetter, excitement rips through me with the thoughts of this man.

My hand is ripped from the warmth of his pants, and the next thing I know I’m being pulled off the bar stool almost tripping over my own feet by his powerful force. I don’t have time to question where we’re going when I’m pulled into the men’s bathroom. His hand lets go of my arm while he locks the door and when his eyes meet mine, there’s no denying the lust swirling in them.

“You came to your senses, I see.”

My hand reaches my shirt and I rip it from my body exposing my red lace bra. His eyes light up bringing a smirk to my lips with the thought of seducing such a powerful man. His eyes shoot to mine when I’m about to talk, but he silences me with a hard look.

“I don’t want to hear you talk. I’m going to fuck you and the only thing you’re allowed to do is moan. Do you understand?” his voice is so rough it sends chills all over my skin. I’m about to tell him off and let him know he’s not in charge when his hand reaches out and pinches my nipple hard. I look up at him ready to give him an earful when his mouth touches mine hungrily, temporarily silencing me.

I can taste the whiskey on his mouth, invading my senses. His mouth is hot and delicious. His tongue entwines with mine and I reach up to grab hold of his head to pull him closer. I inch my body into his, wanting his warmth in certain places.

His mouth leaves mine suddenly and I feel out of breath from his kiss. He takes a step back and my eyes are trained on him. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants. He pulls out his now hard cock and I can’t help but stare, his size is impressive and everything is smooth. He has no hair and it makes his size seem even bigger than normal. My pussy starts to clench while he pulls a condom on and rolls it over his hard as fuck cock. His eyes seek mine out as his hand starts to massage his cock.