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Hannah

"Good girl."

The first time I heard those words was in high school, and my homeroom teacher, who had said it, did so innocently. It was a mere praise for a job well done that made me feel as good as any seven-year-old would feel then. I also heard it a few times from my lecturers at college, but it didn't stir any emotion in me until this green-eyed stranger, whose dick I have in my mouth, said it just now. More like moaned it.

At twenty-five years old, it is odd for a person to even say such words to me, considering many would regard me a lady. Yet, I feel my body come alive as my insides melt with an instant wetness between my legs, accompanied by the urge to touch myself, or more preferably, have Mr. Green-eyes touch me with his long, thick and large fingers and veiny arms.

"Good fucking girl," his voice breaks with huskiness again, his hands gripping the handles of the chair he is sitting on…hard.

"You're taking every inch so beautifully," his rusty voice vibrates through my spine and down my throbbing core, making my wetness even harder to ignore.

They are words that further fill me with the burning desire to please him even more; take more of him. So I open my mouth wider, taking him in deeper, but I can only do so much because he is too big, but so is the private room that he booked for us, as the only sounds that can be heard are the echoes of my slurping and his barely tame groans.

The man wraps strands of my long goddess braids around his large hand and drives my head down with so much force that I gag on his member, my eyes rolling to the back of my head like it belongs there. On my knees, I suck him hard, wrapping both my hands around him to help pump him better. He makes hungry sounds in the back of his throat that feel like a reward that I absolutely love.

"More, Princess," he urges, and I deliver, taking him as deep as my throat will let me, then pull him out, only to repeat the motion. I do it a couple of times until his dick twitches in my throat. It is then he pulls me away from his dick and comes face to face with a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm —that is only visible because he's folded the sleeves of his white dress shirt to his elbows.

"Not yet," he whispers, and I swallow, nodding. I still have a few tricks that my friend, Sophie, taught me briefly in the restroom of the Gentlemen's bar we came to, which is the genesis of why this stranger and I are together, with his dick in my mouth, in a private room of the bar in the first place.

Sophie suggested the night out at the bar, which she claimed was recommended to her by someone at her workplace. I was against the night out because I just arrived in the city three days ago, and while I am still settling in, I need rest because it was an eventful day.

I wasn’t comfortable with the prospect of going out to meet anyone, and I told her, which I know is the basis for the outing because she wants me to meet someone new to take my mind off things.

"You're in the Big Apple, Hannah. Look, everyone is just as depressed as you are, or worse, and it pains me to say this, but I doubt you'll meet anyone. Let's just go out tonight to have fun," she says and laughs.

I should never have believed her. I should’ve stood my ground and refused to go out, because the moment we took our second shots, she dared me to suck a stranger's dick.

Now, I am not the type to hook up with strangers, and I’ve never thought much of one-night stands because I've been locked in a four-year relationship, which ended three days ago when I found the bastard in bed with a girl I thought was my friend, and so I was not able to explore as I should’ve.

Maybe my motivation for agreeing to the dare was driven by raw anger with the knowledge that Connor and Isabelle didn’t consider me once when they decided to start hooking up, when he got her pregnant, and said to my face that he was going to break up with me anyway because I accepted a job in New York despite his refusal. ‘Connor isn't worth it,’ I tried to tell myself, but it wasn’t easy to believe, because he’s someone I loved for four years of my life, a worthless piece of shit I’d given everything to.

Large hands grab my face to stare into deep green eyes, immediately taking my mind off how I got myself in this situation and the disturbing and painful thoughts about Connor. He is a dark figure of a man, big and powerful, who I was scared to approach in the first place, because I thought he'd reject me before I got a word in, but to my surprise, he listened to me with a sexy smirk while sipping on his drink, then agreed to the dare with a dangerous smile that sent a sensation through my body. He is a man so handsome, with a secret expression in those green eyes that tells me he isn't one to be messed with, and his next words are proof.

"I'm going to let this go this time, Princess, but keep in mind that when I start fucking you, you'll have nothing else in your mind other than taking my cock. All of it." His pine mixed with whiskey scent isn’t the only thing that hit me square in the face, his raw words too, making a gasp escape my lips.

"I–" I begin, but my voice is crooked from having him in my mouth, so I clear my throat and try again. "I am not fucking you. I told you this was a harmless dare between my friend and me, where I simply suck your dick and you let me, and we go our separate ways."

"So, if you walk back out there and she dares you to suck someone else, you'll do it?"

I blink once. Twice. I'm not sure what he is asking me or why he is asking me that, but I don't like it one bit, so I rise to my feet, adjusting the strap of my favorite silk dress that hugs my frame perfectly, and place my hands together in front of me, staring at his amused face. A chill runs down my spine. Not because of the smile on his lips, but because of the emptiness in his eyes. I've gone and messed with someone I should’ve never messed with.

"I think this was a mistake. I should’ve never walked up to you to do this. I’m sorry," I say to him, and watch as frown lines instantly appear on his forehead as I’m speaking.

He takes in a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine as he returns his member into his dark pants and buckles it up so precisely.

"This was not a mistake, Princess. Go back to your friend, have a wonderful time drinking, and when you're done, let me know. You're coming home with me."

If I wasn’t about to piss myself, I would’ve burst out laughing, because I've never heard a joke so funny. But he isn't joking, by the firm look on his face. He seems to mean business, and I feel as though my breath is cut off as my stomach clenches tight, making it impossible to steady my erratic pulse.

I blink. Looking around the red room briefly, racking my brain for a damn way out because apparently, it is not advisable to turn your freak on in a public setting, no matter what! I look down at him and gulp, taking my eyes away immediately, knowing I have to think of a way out quickly before he hears the wheels turning in my head and makes it utterly impossible for me to leave.

He’d asked me to return to Sophie, but I know it will only be if I agree to his proposal. It is stupid, and an extremely scary situation, but it is enough for me, because I don't want to know what he will do if I refuse him. He looks like he doesn't do too well with rejection, and I’d be damned to reject him while he has higher cards against me.

"Alright," I smile, trying my best to seem genuinely interested in him. He chuckles darkly in response, rising to his feet, his enchanting dark on me as though he can read through my actions, then he grabs his black coat and puts it on, which somehow accentuates his height; tall and straight like a tower.

"I’ll see you around," I say to him as I press my lips in a tight smile and turn to sprint out of the room. But I am instantly halted by an iron grip on my wrist.

"No more dares, Princess. No one else touches you, and you don't touch anyone else."