C1 Red head

Beatrice Galanis was tired of her friends. They had dragged her down from work to a popular club. Seated in the middle of them in a car, she thought of plausible excuses to escape from them. She had better ways to relieve stress than to go to a club.

"You have been working for over fifty hours for the past week, Bea. Don't worry about that deal, you'll close it. For now you need to relax and de-stress" Chloe, her friend said.

"And we know the perfect way for you to do just that" her other friend, Darby said.

"Guys I'm fine" Bea grumbled. "I don't need to go to a darned club"

"Nonsense" said Chloe

"You're going because we say so!" Said Darby

"Yes, Bea. Just trust us, okay"

And Bea closed her eyes throughout the drive to the club. Maybe if she did, the day would go by quickly.

They got to the club and sat down. The club was pretty lively, a lot of things were going on there.

"Bea" Chloe said. "I know this kind of place is not your scene..."

"But it's nice to come out of your shell every once in a while, right?"

Bea cocked an eyebrow

"Really?"

"Yes, now let's order some drinks and relax. I have prepared something special for you"

Said Darby and she ordered them some drinks.

"What did you prepare?" Asked Bea

"For now its a surprise but you'd eventually come to know about it soon" replied Darby

Bea eventually loosened up and began to drink and chat away with her friends. They were right, she felt relaxed and she hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

She drank so much with her friends that she became drunk.

It had been long she drank so she could excuse her behavior right now.

Darby pulled her aside; "I have a surprise for you" she said

"I arranged a man that will continue from where we stopped. He'll make your night pleasurable"

"What?" Bea asked.

She didn't really understand what was going on.

"I have a surprise waiting for you in room Room 107" Darby said and made Bea stand up.

"The room is on the second floor. Take the lift, you're too drunk to use the stairs" Darby said "You'll thank me later"

Bea was confused but she did as Darby said, took the lift and found that room in no time. She wondered what Darby had in store for her.

When she opened the room, she saw a man. A tall man with a formidable figure, seated on the bed.

"Right on time" he said.

"Who are you?" She slurred.

His brows went up in confusion. "I was expecting a blonde..." The man said.

Now she understood what Darby meant. Darby had arranged a man who was probably an escort for her to spend the night with. Just because she was drunk? Was this her idea of relaxation? Well, since that Darby planned it, she was just going to have fun this night and let loose.

She wouldn't care about the consequences until tomorrow.

"Now you have a red head" Bea said "You have to make do with me"

Bea slowly began to undress and she watched the mysterious man's gaze follow her every move.

“First I have to finish getting undressed,” she pointed out throatily, sliding her fingers into the band of her underwear.

He watched, his eyes hooded, as she slowly eased the tiny scrap of fabric from her body and stepped out of them.

Beneath his flowing pants, he was as hard as a rock. “Are you sure about this?” He demanded.

“Ofcourse;" she husked. "I can think of a way to prove it to you.” Slowly, she walked towards him, her eyes fixed on his face. She had to look at him, or she knew she would lose courage. Inside, she was a mess of nerves.

“You are too forward,” he grunted, knowing he needed to leave. That if he didn’t leave he would succumb to his body’s deep, dark desires.

Her sense of purpose almost deserted her, but she focused on all the reasons for going through with this.

“Don’t you want to touch me?” She asked, grabbing hold of his wrist. Her fingers shook as she lifted his hand and placed it on one of her breasts.

He sucked in a deep breath, as his fingers connected with the warm, smooth skin of her body. Her breasts were heavy and perfectly round, and he had no option but to lift his other hand and take their weight in his palms, feeling their details, rubbing his thumbs over her hardened nipples.

“You do not know what you are getting yourself into,” he promised darkly, enjoying the way her head had tilted back in pleasure already. Yes, she would be a very responsive lover.

“Tell me, then,” she was on a wave of sensation as his thumbs moved across her sensitized breasts.

He pressed his hips forward, so that his straining arousal was firm against her body. She gasped. “I am a very, very possessive lover, woman. I am demanding and I am insatiable. If we cross this line, you will be mine for as long as it pleases me. Do you understand?”

Her body was quivering; she was too aroused to speak. He put just enough pressure on her swollen nipples to make her arch her back, the strange mix of pain and pleasure sending arrows of delight darting through her body.

“Do you understand?” He demanded.

She shook her head, clouds of lust making thought difficult.

“I will expect to have you any time it suits me,” he continued, running his hands down her back and cupping her small buttocks firmly.

There was no way she would end things now. Her body was screaming at her for satisfaction. She daringly lifted his shirt and touching her palms to his warm, hair-roughened chest.

Relief burst in his chest. He hadn’t realized until that moment how much he wanted her to agree. How much he needed to have her, after all.

“Undress me.” It was unmistakably a command. A frisson of excitement ran down Bea’s spine. “Now.”

She lifted the bottom of his billowing shirt, but he shook his head.

“Shoes first.”

She nodded, her tongue thick in her mouth. A pulse was beating heavily at the apex of her thighs. Naked, she crouched down and began to untie his shoes. As she lifted them from his feet, he pulled the pins from her hair, freeing it from the bun. It fell down her back like a pale wave.

Despite the fact she felt like her body might catch fire if he didn’t make love to her, she couldn’t resist asking, mockingly, “And now, sir?”

His eyes glowed. “Now, come here.” He hooked his finger through the air in a gesture for her to stand. She did, her eyes meeting his without fear.

“I want you to remove my shirt.”

She laughed. “Easily done.”

“Mmm,” he agreed. “Too easy. Let me add a handicap.” She jumped when his hand connected with the most private part of her body, a region that had been completely untouched by a man’s hand, mouth or body ever. Insistently, he ran his fingers across her entrance, his eyes heavy as he watched her face fill with color, her lips part on a ragged breath of need.

“My shirt,” he reminded her with a small smile.

Bea could barely move, her body felt so limp. She forced herself to concentrate, and she lifted the shirt over his head, and slid it down the arm that was connected to her body. He shook it free and then slid a finger inside her. She cried out at the unexpected invasion, her body collapsing against his as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through her.

“You are unbelievably wet. This pleases me.”

She nodded through gritted teeth, for speech was impossible.

“Now, my pants.”

Bea didn’t move. She couldn’t.

“Now,” he repeated, his tone demanding.