3| ROOM 7

ALEXANDER

I’ve been on the edge all day, and I’ve tried to make it better.

Rolls of tobacco usually does the trick paired with vintage whiskey.

Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t wear off.

“Boss, you have your last meeting scheduled at eight.” My assistant announced, and I groaned.

“Cancel it, call Alfredo to come pick me up.” I lashed out orders, puffing out a cloud of smoke to ease off the stress.

“Where, Boss?”

“Obsidian.” I spoke calmly, tipping the glass back.

My fingers threaded through my scalp, ruffling the strands of my hair to the side.

I dusted the tip of the roll in the ashtray before I lit it up. The tip burned rich orange, usually, the sight of it would have calmed whatever storm was brewing inside me.

Today was an exception, so I dragged out a stack of my desk to reach for my glock. I checked the chamber before stacking bullets into it to spring from the chair, still with the tobacco between my lips as I exited my office.

“Boss.” The men who stood on each side acknowledged me, and I shot a nod their way before heading down the elevator.

I took another drag as I impatiently stomped my feet against the metal floorboards.

The second the doors slid open, I headed straight to the last room.

I turned the knob and I inhaled the metallic scent, and I just knew this was what I needed the most. 

Another drag as I walked in to stare at his frail frame tucked in the corner of the quaint room.

“Boss.” He breathed out the second he saw me.

“Kenneth.” I smirked, crouching down so close to him.

“Please, I’m so sorry.” My fingers dragged down to his throat to bring much closer so I could sniff him in.

He reeked of blood, just the way I liked it.

“It’s too late for that, Kenneth.” He sobbed the second I told him that.

“It was my wife, she pushed me into doing this. You know me, I’m not greedy.” A dry chuckle left my lips.

“But greedy enough to have all ten of my shipments sold to someone and then you lied about them sinking. You think I’ll be stupid not to track my goods, and that’s really disrespectful. Don’t you think?” I peeled myself away from him to head to the desk.

“No. No.” Kenneth knew what was coming next. He’d be stupid not to.

I drew out a stack to reveal very handy weapons.

“Boss, please. Let me go, I promise to do better.” I scoffed, and at the same time loved every bit of this.

“Very typical of you.” I tossed the small dagger at him and it pierced into his flesh, but not deep enough to kill him. Yet.

He tossed his head back to scream, and I chuckled because I enjoyed all the drama, and the scent of his blood. For the while, it calmed me.

“Come stand here.” I signaled the spot next to me. His wobbly legs closed the distance between us as I watched him drenched in blood which was all my handiwork.

“I’ve had enough fun for a week. In your next life, let’s hope you’re smart enough not to mess with me again.” With a mischievous smirk, I stabbed the butcher knife into his wrist and then shot at him.

My head craned to the side, loving the mess I made. But that lump in my throat lingered.

The ringing of my iPhone wrung me out of thoughts.

“Your ride is waiting, Sir.” My assistant informed me and I disconnected the call to punch a text to the cleaning service for the mess as I stormed out of the room and back to the elevator.

After a while, I was seated in the car with a gum in my mouth. I was trying everything I could to ease this tension and this was my last option. After a long week, I’d booked their top babe—Pixie. Hoped to fuck that she delivered as expected.

Alfredo pulled into the driveway, and he stepped out to help me with the door.

“Sir, David has been trying to—”

“We can talk about my son some other time. Not now.” I glared at him before storming into the building.

I walked past the queue of hopeless men hoping to be attached to a woman, and the bouncers without being checked.

“Good day, Sir.” The bartender curtsied as she passed me a glass of whiskey neat.

“Good day. Your manager?” She hadn’t even answered when he popped beside me with a very broad smile on his face.

“Mr Thorne.” He offered a handshake. I shook him firmly.

“Details. What room is my sub in?”

“Room 7.”

I gave a single nod.

“Keys.” I demanded, and he slipped them into my waiting hands.

“I want drinks sent to my room. Vintage whiskey, and Hennessy for the girl.” I turned around and headed for the room, almost impatient.

I hissed the second I stepped in to see her on her knees, clad in a black lace jumpsuit that clung to ever curve of her.

The locks of her dark hair were held up in a high ponytail, and I couldn’t stop the thoughts that raided the back of my mind.

“Pixie.” She gasped when I shut the door and closed the distance between us to tower over her.

“… master.” She breathed out.

Her voice was fogged with honey and those bluish-green eyes sparkled under the blue lights, they were trained on me the whole time. I slipped a hand into my pocket, took out my glock and placed it on the table, my eyes trained on her.

Her eyes in that mask showed only a flicker of fear, and she followed the weapon with her eyes briefly, before looking back up at me. I almost smiled. She didn’t run, or start shaking. I liked fear, but I realized I liked this reaction better.

“Sir is fine.” I finally instructed and crouched down to grip her throat, very firm, but not with the intention of cutting off her airflow.

She rolled her eyes to the back of her head like it was a kink of hers.

“Like that?” I muttered. My lips were only inches away from her plump ones that called out to me.

For one, kissing had never been my ordeal during hookups.

She could be an exception. They were so plump, I was curious on how they’d taste like.

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned, and without a second thoughts, our lips were joined as we sucked in the same rhythm and hunger.

“Fuck.” I cussed because a kiss has never been this intense. My hand grabbed that damned ponytail, tugging on it so she’d let my tongue explore her. Every inch and sweetness of her lips.

She tasted like sin… the kind I never knew existed.

“What is the fucking safe word?” I grunted, being so impatient.

“Black.” I pulled away to lick my bottom lips as my eyes racked over the room to see how I can get handy. Put this room and her to good use.

“Stand, baby girl.” She moaned, and I knew she liked being called that.

“Undress me, baby girl.” She sashayed towards me with her shoulders so high and her lips swollen, and that ponytail still perfectly styled.

Her small palms rested on my chest before they sensually unbuttoned my dress shirt.

Not for once did she take her eyes off me.

I couldn’t make out her features from that leather mask covering the most of her face.

She tossed my shirt across the room as she went on her knees to take off my slacks and then shoes.

“I want you like that, baby girl.” I stroked my cock through my briefs while I watched her zero in on me. There was so much intensity and lust clouded in those beautiful orbs.

“I want to fuck your face, baby, so open up.” She did as told, and hell, I loved how obedient she was. And very responsive.

I groaned as she took me in. Every length of me made her mouth so full, and I loved the sight of her like this.

My fingers grabbed her ponytail as I began to thrust in and out while she sucked on me with a hand on my balls.

“Yes, baby. Suck on daddy’s dick.” I groaned as she sucked on me like her life depended on it while I met with her movements around my dick.

“I can smell your arousal, fucking touch yourself, baby girl.” She moaned when I saw her hand reach down between her thighs as she teased herself while I fucked her mouth.

“More, harder.” I ordered her and like the good girl she was, she fucked herself, so much I heard the friction made by her fingers and wet spot.

“Oh, fuck. I want to come inside you. Get up.”

I glanced at the bed, but chose the chair instead.

“Sit.” She sat and I let my fingers graze down her delicate and smooth skin.

From here, I could see the crotchless lace jumpsuit and it made me smile. I liked her in this so i didn’t have to bother about her taking it off.

Those plump lips called out to me again, so I took both hands in mine to cuff them to the chair while sucking on her luscious lips, still gripping her ponytail and my other hand settled between her thighs.

I drew circles on her inner thighs before I plunged a digit into her wetness. Pixie rolled her head back to moan in my mouth, and I added a finger.

“Please.” I thrusted in and out of her while my lips peppered kisses down her neck and then to her perky nipples. The only thing I had to worry about with the dress was getting rid of the lace covering her cleavage.

“Sir…” she moaned, opening up for my fingers as they pumped in and out of her.

“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come.” I whispered in her ears, yet gave her no chance as I latched into her nipples to give her all the pleasure she deserved.

Hell, she looked pretty when on high.

“Yes.” I whispered, using the keys to get her wrist out of the cuffs as I carried her with her hands and legs wrapped around me.

Both hands settled on her ass as she rocked on my length while she kissed me with her fingers in my hair.

“Sir.” She moaned into my mouth as I lowered her to the bed, hovering above her and never letting go of those lips that were so intoxicating.

I groaned as I positioned my tip into her wetness.

“You’re so wet. For me?” I nibbled on her earlobe.

“Yes…” she gasped when I entered her in one long stroke.

She arched off the bed, but I held her done with a palm holding both her wrist.

“You’re so big.” Pixie moaned, looking up at me with teary eyes.

“You hate it?” I began to chase a rhythm.

Pixie wrapped her ankle around my waist while my thumb ghosted in her mouth. She sucked on it the same way she sucked my dick, making me harder than I already am.

I could feel a shiver run down my spine and for the first time since I started this sort of hookups, I was curious on what she looked like.

“Please.” The sound of our bodies made stroked my libido in ways more than one, so I crashed my lips on her again and thrusted her to chase her orgasm and mine while my hands sneakily went to the ropes of her mask.

“Come again, baby. Come.” I ordered and I felt a violent shiver rattle her as she spammed and clenched around my length, triggering mine.

Fuck. Fuck.

This was my first explosive release in fucking years, who the hell was this woman?

Without a second thought, I tossed my mask across the room and hers as well.

My breath seized. This woman… This woman was outwordly gorgeous.