Did me to the fullest

The private suite upstairs was quiet.

The moment the door closed, the noise from the bar disappeared completely.

I stood near the entrance, suddenly unsure of what I was doing.

The man noticed my brief hesitation, “You can still change your mind, baby.”

My heart skipped a bit. He had just called me what he admitted to calling the woman he would be screwing all night. I looked at him, then I shook my head.

“No, daddy.”

His gaze darkened with something unfathomable to me as the word daddy left my lips. He approached slowly, giving me every opportunity to move away, but I didn't.

His calmness made it easier to breathe.

There was no pressure in his touch, no rush. He seemed determined to let me decide what happened next. And somehow, that made me trust him even more.

For the first time that night, I stopped thinking about Martin. I stopped thinking about Kelly or the stupid marriage arrangement.

I stopped thinking about my family who doesn't seem to care about my happiness and simply let myself live in the moment.

What began as a reckless attempt to forget my humiliation became something I hadn't expected.

An unfamiliar tenderness. A dangerous attraction and an experience that left me completely overwhelmed.

By the time the night finally faded into silence, I lay beneath the sheets staring into the darkness, my eyes seeing stars.

I didn't know his name, didn't know anything about him, and I certainly didn't know that this stranger would soon become the one man I could never escape.

........

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes the next day was the silence.

For a few seconds, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling before memories from the previous night slowly returned.

The hot man at the bar, whose large hand held mine as we walked toward the private elevator.

I immediately felt heat rush to my cheeks.

I turned my head.

The other side of the bed was empty.

He was gone but his presence still lingered at every inch of my body. I recalled the way his lips had fiercely claimed mine.

The way he had dotted every inch of my body with his lip, his tongue, his mouth, eyes….. Oh God!

My breath itched as memories kept pouring in. I have never known my body is capable of experiencing such intense desires. I never knew my mouth could scream ‘daddy’ in all sorts of tones like it had done all night. And how the way he called me baby kept heightening the level of my arousal.

He started with a worshipping motion until he discovered that despite my boldness, I'm still unclaimed.

A smirk had grazed his lips as he murmured to me, “I’m going to claim you like no one could have ever done. You wouldn't wish for any other man after this, baby.”

I was almost tricked by the sweet way he took my first time. He had taken me to the washroom and tenderly washed me, while room service took care of the sheet exchange.

However when we returned, it became a wild night that didn't last till my voice grew raspy and my body felt almost limp beneath him. It was an experience I can never forget in my life.

I stared at the empty space beside me, feeling a strange mixture of disappointment and relief.

Part of me had expected to wake up beside him, after all he had been too caring from how she perceived a one night stand to be like.

Another part of me was grateful that he had left without making things awkward. He had given more than my payment could ever cover.

I sat up slowly and pulled the sheets around myself. What had I been thinking?I had met a complete stranger and spent the night with him because my fiancé had betrayed me.

It was reckless and impulsive, yet...

I couldn't stop thinking about him. Something about that man was different.

His aura of confidence. The way he had given me every opportunity to walk away.I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about him. Just the thought of the night before still made my private area throb in excitement.