Having Mr. Davis

Grace's POV

Here I was in club XL, now dancing with the man I was asked to sleep with. He had this dangerous aura that caused me to be on my toes. He is devilishly handsome, he kissed the nape of my neck as I danced with him, my mind was blank by his touch.

Gosh! I tried to distract myself as I looked around.

I see why we were not allowed to visit the club by mother, even when father did. The place was stuffy and noisy, and I just couldn't see anything good about it.

Half-naked girls walking around, kissing and rocking men. Some girls were also doing so with other girls, I couldn't be more disgusted.

The moment I entered the club, as instructed by the kidnapper, I made my way to the bar and took two shots of alcohol immediately. He was kind enough to explain that it would boost my confidence, so much for boosting because now I can't see or reason properly anymore. Even though he had said four, I could only take two small glasses.

I sat there at the bar, feeling tipsy when a man walked up to me. I wanted to yell at him to back off like I have done to about seven of them, but when I saw his left arm, I knew he was the one. He was the one I was sent to. The man with tattoos all over his left arm, as the kidnapper had described. And, as he described, he was dressed in white sleeveless polo and ripped jeans.

He asked for a dance so gentlemanly, even though I could see that nothing was gentle about him. In those eyes, I could see the flames dancing in them as he watched me.

Well, here we are on the dance floor. I didn't know the music, but I didn't seem to care as I swung my hips, left, and right for him. Anything to get him to sleep with me tonight.

'All for Caroline,' I kept telling myself. If I had known I'd give up my virginity like this, I would have just let Chris have it, after all, he was my boyfriend. He had broken up with me because I wanted to wait until marriage.

“That's it baby” I heard his words over the loud music.

His hands rested on both sides of my hips. He had his chest pressed to my back and my butt literally rocked his thighs as I danced. My hands were up in the air, he moved along with me.

“There,” he praised as I danced before he spinned me around to face him.

Staring into those dangerous eyes, I gulped. Even though I was tipsy. Not tipsy, drunk, I could still make out the dangerous gaze in those eyes. His handsome face broke out to a devilish smile that caused my heart to race even more.

“What's your name?” He asked,

“Michelle” I lied as I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked down.

“Michelle, I'm Davis. You're new?” I didn't know which he was referring to but I nodded. I was new to everything going on right now, so yes I'm new.

“Michelle, do you mind?” I raised my head to look at him wondering what he meant, but I didn't wonder for long because he slammed his lips on mine.

I know I was not supposed to be relieved, but I swear to God that I was. I didn't know how I'd seduce him, so it was the lord's doing that he came at me first. It was my first kiss, but I didn't want him to know that, so I tried as much as I could to mimic him after freezing for a few seconds.

He pushed my body further into him, raising one of my legs up to his hip. He caressed my exposed thighs, my short gown didn't help. His other large palm squeezed my ass causing me moan in his mouth. He didn't care if there were people around, not like the people cared though.

His firm and rough hand moved up and down my thighs, all I did was moan and let him take the lead.

He broke the kiss to my displeasure, he had a slight frown on his face. He said,

“Here's not the place. How about we grab a room?” He didn't wait for my reply before he began to pull me out of the noisy club.

My shoes were hurting like crazy, I wasn't used to having these kinds of high heels on. If I want to get Davis, I have to wear these, said the kidnapper.

I followed the man quietly swearing and cursing at how he pulled me, not noticing that my legs hurt like crazy. He pushed me to the wall in the elevator and captured my lips again, not minding the people in the elevator. His kiss was urgent and demanding, I couldn't help but moan every single time.

My hands moved to his dark hair and I raked my fingers through it. He nipped on my lower lips before he sucked it, using his tongue to lick it gently.

When the elevator opened, he broke the kiss and pulled me out, still not minding the people there. I was drunk but God, I was embarrassed.

The moment we got into the dark room, the first thing I did was take those shoes off my legs. Again, he pushed me against the wall and there was another round of kisses and touching. My panties were already wet from his touch in the club while we danced, his breath on my neck did magic in between my thighs.

With urgency, he ripped off my gown, and I was bare in front of him with only my bra and panties on. I would have taken more drinks, I don't think I have the confidence to do this.

Remembering the threat and why I was doing this, I closed my eyes and shook my head, causing me to hold on to him for balance.

I opened my eyes to see that he had already taken off his shirt. Drunk in lust, he took my lips again. I wondered if my lips were as soft and sweet as his that he kept claiming them.

As we touched and kissed, I felt a cold metal behind his trouser, but didn't remain there for long to register what it was. I broke the kiss to catch my breath, but he didn't let me do that for long before he slammed those lips on mine again squeezing my ass.

Soon, he lifted me up, making me yelp, I was quick to wrap my legs around his waist. He still had his trousers on, I could feel his firm chest on my bare body and I shivered deliciously. All that were happening to me were so foreign to me, I just didn't know how to take me all at once.

He took me towards the bed before throwing me down, causing me to bounce on it. I watched as he took off his trousers and then his briefs before he came to join me in the bed.

My face flushed, and my breathing was heavy, without a word, he claimed my nipple into his mouth together with my lace bra, I gasped as I threw my head backward,

"God…" I breathed out.

“How I like it, how did you know?” He asked before he ripped it apart, making me yelp.

I wasn't used to wearing this kind of bra, but that damn kidnapper had gone all the way out. So, the question wasn't how I know, but how he knows.

This time, he covered my nipple with his mouth as he sucked on it crazily while his other hand massaged my right boob, making me scream in intense pleasure as I pushed myself further into him.

"So sensitive for me…" he praised.

As much as I knew I was doing this for Caroline, I couldn't deny that I was also enjoying myself so much I didn't want him to stop. Soon, I heard the ripping of my panties, and it only made me wetter. I wondered if it was because I was drunk that I enjoyed his roughness.