LAST NIGHT

AMARIS

The stranger did more than just make me smile. 

As our lips clashed hungrily, he carried me in his arms and walked through a cheering crowd, up the stairs to a decent room.

My head was spinning with euphoria and ecstasy, my body tingling with pleasurable heat. I'd never considered what it felt like to be wanted by a man, because no one rarely looked my way. 

But this man had looked my way and caught my attention, now he was kissing me like I was his lost-but-found missing rib. 

His lips slanted over mine with a perfect rhythm that matched the hunger that threatened to turn my insides to char. His big hands caressed my face so tenderly, I almost cried. A shameful moan eased past my lips, instead. 

Never had I experienced such intense tenderness…such attraction…such neediness.

It was in the way he looked at me as he laid me back on the smooth sheets. The way he tucked my hair behind my ears. 

I shivered beneath his fingers as they traced my slightly throbbing forehead. “I'd ask what happened here, but—”

A kiss was all it took to shut him up. I pressed my lips to his a bit shyly, biting back the urge to lick my way across the taste of whiskey on him. Unbelievably hot. 

“Don't. Just..kiss me instead.”

The last thing I wanted to think about or revisit, was the humiliation I had to endure earlier today. 

I wanted to revel in the feel of this man's lips on my skin. The feel of his hands roaming my body. The burning sensation that sparked and thrummed between my legs as his tongue darted into my mouth with stark hunger this time. 

In this man's arms, nothing else mattered. Except him and the way he drove me crazy.

His fingers tugged my shirt and snaked up my stomach, inching towards my breasts. 

A wave of hesitancy washed over me, and I paused him with a small touch on his wrist. 

Blue eyes burned into my face intently, desire swimming in them. “I want to see you, every part of you.”

I didn't need to hear any more. There was something so vulnerably honest about those words that made my hands fall away like weak leaves. 

He almost ripped the shirt as he reached for my breasts. 

Another moan of pleasure escaped me when his tongue made warm contact with my nipple, laving so gently I bucked off the bed in ecstasy.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered breathlessly, my fingers finding their way into his rich burgundy hair. 

As I struggled to not pass out from the unbelievable hotness of his tongue, his hands moved down my stomach towards my loose pants. 

My thighs clenched in anticipation, my mind half-consciously registering what might happen in the next minute. I didn't exactly have experience, but I read books. 

That, however, did not prepare me for the waves of pleasure that rolled through me as he rubbed that swollen part of me through the fabric of my cheap panties. 

My eyes rolled back in my head as he slipped a finger inside me and slowly caressed my throbbing core. 

“Goddess help me,” he whispered against my nipple, his finger slowly driving into the slick folds, “you're so wet for me. I love it.”

Those words, innocent as they were, made me cream and clench so hard around his finger. My hips lifted off the mattress, meeting his finger, greedy for more. And he did give me more. Two more fingers, spreading me wide for him. 

The pleasure was almost unbearable at this point. It felt like I'd explode any minute now. 

I leaned forward, towards his ear, and his fingers went deeper inside me. I gasped, biting my bottom lip. “I want you.”

“Where?” He pulled his tongue from my nipple and bit my earlobe. 

In response, I blindly reached for his pants. And for the first time, I saw the huge tent pushing against the fabric.

He seemed to notice my hesitation, because he took my hands and guided them, sensuously gliding over his weight. 

He looked up and blue eyes almost melted me away. “Is this what you want?”

I licked my lips, and that was all he needed. 

He pulled back from me and unbuckled his pants, his eyes never leaving mine. 

This moment might be the best one in my life yet. This moment where we, complete strangers, knew that we shared something really strong… something that was about to explode between us. 

When his cock sprang free from his pants, I swallowed a gulp.

He was..big. 

For a moment, I wondered if that would fit inside me without splitting me right open. But I was dripping enough as it was, for him.

I held my breath as he grabbed his thick length and gently nudged my thighs apart. 

His tip pressed into me and he rubbed around the wetness in slow circles. I almost died from the sparks of pleasure. 

His eyes caressed my face. “I'm about to show you how beautiful you are.”

°°°°°

A slap landed across my face, so heavy it knocked the wind right out my gut. 

I kept my head down, biting back the pain. 

“Where were you all night?” Mistress Kay demanded, her voice hard as steel. She wasn’t shrieking this time, which meant she was pissed as shit. 

I wouldn't have returned to this estate, but as it happens, I needed my wage. 

Also, there was the fact that I'd woken up alone in the stranger's bed this morning. He was nowhere to be found, and when I went down to the bar, the bartender wasn't quite helpful about his whereabouts. 

So I'd left, quite disappointed that the stranger might have moved on from our explosive, magical night, already. 

It left me feeling quite empty, the realization that what we shared might have not meant as much as it did to me. 

We might have fit together so perfectly the previous night, but the reality that hit this morning didn't look so hopeful. 

Another slap rearranged my senses, and a gasp of pain escaped this time. 

“Answer me!” The mistress's eyes roamed my face and my ruffled hair, and I feared she'd see right through me any moment now. 

“I-I’m sorry, ma'am. I had to step out for a moment and take care of an emergency.”

“For a moment? You were out of the estate the entire night! The buffet was done and the place needed to be cleaned up, and you were the only one that had to be missing. Do you know how much more work your absence caused?!”

“I'm sorry, ma'am.”

“Who said you could leave the estate, anyway? Who permitted you?”

I peeked pleadingly at her from beneath my lashes. “It was really urgent.”

“No one cares. Get on your knees and scrub the entire floors of the estate.” Her eyes burrowed into my disheveled hair. “With a napkin, of course.”

My heart crashed into my stomach. “Every wing?”

“Is that a problem?” she spat in my face, so vile and ugly. 

I shrank back. “No, ma'am..”

“Good. Now fucking get to work!”

As I turned to scurry away, a cold voice stopped me. “What's going on?”

The Alpha that rejected me had just emerged from a corridor, his hands in his pocket, a deep scowl on his face. 

The mistress started to explain, but he shushed her and paused a few inches from my face. 

His nose wrinkled as he leaned close and sniffed the air around me. The scowl on his face grew even darker. 

“Where were you last night?”