Burning desire

A YEAR EARLIER

His hands were all over me, grabbing my ass and my hair. My hands were all over him as well. Since he was taller than me even in heels, I had to stand on my tiptoes a little bit to stroke my hands through his thick dark strands.

The kiss made me feel like we weren’t close enough. It was insane how many fireworks erupted and threatened to turn my skin inside out from one single kiss from a stranger I didn’t know I could trust.

He lifted my ass in his hands so my legs were wrapped around his waist. We continued kissing like we couldn’t get enough of what we had. 

When he pushed me into a wall, I knew I would let him fuck me right there. He ignited an inferno inside me. He put me down and turned me around so fast that I didn’t have time to process it. 

My back was to him, and my ass was pressing against his hard erection. He was breathing into my neck, one hand held both of mine above my head while the other grabbed the inside of my thigh. 

He held me in a position that made it hard for me to move. 

“Is this what you wanted, Gattina?" He whispered into my ear.

When I nodded, he pushed into me harder. I could feel how big he was, and it was sending feelings I had never felt before running through me. 

“Yes…”

“Too bad. I like my women submissive in bed.”

Just as soon as he had held me, he let me go and put as much distance between us. I watched as he walked to a liquor cabinet and poured himself another drink.

“But…”

“You want me to give you what I can see you want badly?” He asked as he fully turned to look at me. He was eye-fucking me so badly that I felt naked under his gaze. Every single part of me that his eyes touched burned. 

He obviously wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He was a stranger, but what I felt for him was so familiar that I trusted him completely. Huge mistake. I should have recognized the sick look on his face. 

He had this cruelty and danger to him that was polarizing and scary at the same time. 

Despite the blaring red flags he was emitting, I still nodded yes to his question. 

“Use your words, Gattina.”

“Yes…”

“Then take off that little dress you have on and crawl to me right now, and you’ll get it.” 

My jaw was on the floor when he said that. I even chuckled a little, thinking he was joking, until I saw the serious look on his face. He wasn’t joking. 

I looked around the room again. It was full of restraints, mirrors, and sex toys. I should have known his tastes would be unconventional. But it didn’t scare me. It was what I wanted to happen. 

I was tired of making up scenarios in my mind. I wanted the real deal.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

I didn’t hesitate to reach behind me to unzip the dress. The man was watching with those hypnotizing gray eyes. I dragged the zip down and let it fall on the ground, leaving me in nothing but high heels. 

His eyes darkened as he blatantly stared at the most intimate parts of me. I leaned down to remove my shoes.

“Don’t.”

That one word was enough to make me stop. I stood there awkwardly, wondering if it was a good idea to follow the orders of a stranger. The skepticism, however, wore off when I saw how he looked at me.

I got on my knees and started to crawl towards him as I looked at him. It was humiliating, but there was also a stronger feeling bubbling inside me the entire time. It was the feeling of intense desire.

When I reached him, he leaned down and stroked my hair delicately as he stared at me with pride. That look alone was enough to make me want to give myself entirely to him. 

“Perfect,” he whispered so quietly that I thought for a second that I imagined those words. 

But the way he was looking at me confirmed it for me. His previously gray eyes appeared black, and his erection was right in my face when he stood straight. His bulge had grown bigger than before, and it was straining against his slacks.

“You’re a good girl, Gattina, aren’t you?” He asked. “How do you want me to reward you? Would you like me to finger you, taste you, fuck you?”

The confidence I had before returned. I didn’t want to appear like I was scared of him, or else he would exploit that feeling. 

“I want it all,” I whispered. 

He smirked when he heard me and looked at me with even more pride. He gripped my neck with one hand and looked at my chest. 

“You’re not ready.”

Just like that, I felt like cold water had been poured on my head. I was confused. He clearly wanted me badly, and I had done what he asked. Why did he claim I wasn’t ready? 

“What?”

“You’re not ready, Gattina. There’s uncertainty in your eyes.”

Of course. He was a stranger, and we were in a sex club. I was taking a risk just being in the room with him. 

“But I want this–”

He pulled me to my feet and drew me closer. We were chest to chest, and he was staring at my lips intently. 

“I want to throw you against the wall and fuck you until you can’t take any more. I want to taste you, touch you everywhere, memorize every part of you, and make this the best night we’ll both have in a long time.”

I sensed a but coming from a mile away. At that point, I didn’t want to be close to him if he didn’t want to give me what I wanted. 

“But…”

“But I want you to think this through. I will not make love to you. I will fuck you like I hate you, punish you, order you around, and I will leave a permanent mark of me on you. Most of all, I will humiliate you, and you’ll love every second of it because it will turn you on so much that the desire will only make you think of nothing but sex in the next couple of days.”

He let go of me and handed me a note. I watched as he grabbed his suit jacket and walked away.

“I look forward to seeing you soon, Gattina. You can stay the night if you want.”

He opened the door and disappeared just as fast as he had appeared in front of me. I would have thought the whole interaction was a figment of my imagination if it wasn’t for the note in my hand.