C1 Punching bag

Nina Emerson was frustrated, hopeless and bone tired. Today was the third day of sending out job applications and she'd gone to nine different companies today. It was stressful as hell.

She needed a job. She needed an actual income source because she had a lot of responsibilities. She needed to train Beth through college and it wasn't easy at all.

Well she decided not to worry. Worrying never helped, it only made things worse.

She walked past a bar and after a second thought, she got in.

She needed a drink. She'd get drunk and drown away her sorrows then temporarily forget all the shit she went through. Then she'd wake up the next morning and hope for a better day.

"A shot of vodka" she said to the bartender and he gave it to her.

She downed two more shots as she scrolled through Instagram and then she was about to call it a night when she stumbled on her ex boyfriend's post.

Derek, her crappy ex boyfriend had gotten engaged to some blonde girl Nina had never met before.

What? She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She ordered more vodka as she read the comments. How dare he? They'd broken up just two months ago. How was he engaged so fast?

There was only one conclusion Nina could come to. Derek was a cheat!

He was secretly having an affair with the blonde lady while he dated her. The gall of the man!

She downed another glass of vodka as she read the comments. The people who left such happy comments had no idea that he was a pathetic cheat, skilled enough to not get caught!

Nina's life sucked! It felt like everyone was moving on except her. She was jobless, without a boyfriend, in debt...

She was about to take another shot when she heard someone.

"May I join you?" She turned to see the person and who she saw knocked her breath away. A broad chested, gorgeous looking hunk stood next to her. His striking blue eyes were fixed on none but her.

"Sure, do whatever you want" She felt heat rise in her cheeks.

He sat next to her. "A glass of tequila and another for this lady here" he said to the bartender and she eyed him suspiciously. Why was he buying drinks for her? Did he think she was some damsel in distress who needed drinks as her rescue?

"What's troubling you?" His deep voice rumbled and she felt her stomach do little flips.

"None of your business" she said stiffly.

"I know but can you take it easy on the alcohol? Watching you from over there--" he began but she cut him off.

"You watched me? Why? Looking for a harmless innocent lady to prey on?"

He chuckled. "No that's not it. You just looked like someone who needed a person to vent to"

She stared at him, unable to fathom his sudden interest in her. "And you want to be that person?"

He shrugged "I've had a crappy day too so why don't we vent to eachother?"

She eyed him warily. Did he really mean what he said? Well, it wasn't everyday that a hunky, gorgeous man offered to be your punching bag. Voluntarily. And by the way, wasn't it better to let it all out in front of strangers than actual people?

"Okay...." she drawled and then began telling him all the ways her life sucked. How her parents died and she grew in an orphanage, with no one to adopt her, how she juggled tons of part time jobs but it just wasn't enough. How she was jobless even after bagging a fine degree...

She downed several shots as she spoke to avoid crying on him.

The handsome stranger also downed drinks as he told her how his family were putting an inordinate amount of pressure on him to marry, to run the business well, not to make any mistakes, he badly wanted to trade his life with someone else's.

They took several shots and they were both drunk. She never imagined she would do this, in fact, the alcohol was at fault. She leaned in and kissed him.

It didn’t matter. Because she would be begging him for more before all was said and done.

So he kissed her. Tasted her deep and allowed himself, to take her to his car, whch she followed him voluntarily, in the world of this car, to forget everything else. For these brief moments, she was all that existed. And he lost himself in her.

She was dark and sweet, wild and fearless. An earthquake. A challenge to all his previously held beliefs, and yet he welcomed it. Weathered it. Absorbed it all. And created his own response. So that she was quaking in his arms.

He slid his hands up her legs. Slight, but strong. He pushed the fabric of her skirt up and away. In the dark of the back seat, she was but a shadow. A rustle. A whisper. She could have been a phantom.

Except she was warm and real, and he wanted more. All. He slid his hands beneath her underwear, found the center of her. Where she was wet and ready for him. He teased her with his fingers, the drugging scent of her arousal filling the car.

He wanted her more than he could remember wanting anything. Which was dangerous, because he’d only wanted revenge before. Too dangerous to feel this...under her spell. So he took what power he could. He stopped his ministrations.

“Thank me.” When she stilled and her eyes flew to his in the dim light, he smiled. “For saving your night.”

Her mouth opened, but it seemed to take her quite a bit of time to find her voice. Still, he held himself exactly where he was, his fingers within the tight heat of her, still.

He could see the war play out over her face. Which did she want more? Her pride? Or him. Eventually, lust won. “Th-thank you,” she whispered. And he didn’t know if she meant it.

He wasn’t sure he cared. He touched her, over and over again, until she was writhing once more. He watched what little of her face he could see change from wonder to desperation. Shock to ecstasy. He took his time, enjoying the swell of her climax, the sounds of her desire throbbing through him—pleasure and the torturous pain of holding himself back.

She came apart so beautifully, his name on her lips, there in the dim light of the limousine. What a surprise she was. What a glorious, delicious surprise.

Her voice was ragged and weak. For him. Because of him.

He removed his hand from underneath her dress, kissed down the elegant curve of her neck. He tasted her there, just where he’d wanted to. Where she smelled of something secretive and uniquely her. “Yes?”

He drew back, studied her shadowed face. She seemed to be struggling with something.

He smiled at her. “If you want more, you will have to ask nicely.” But he pulled her dress back down over her legs because he realized the car had come to a stop. They were at his house. She felt a heady rush of excitement.

“Ask...” She straightened herself as the back door was opened. He slid out, quite pleased with himself, no matter how hard he was for her. How his body was tormented by all this unspent desire.

He held out his arm, watched expressions chase over her face before she finally placed her hand on it. She allowed him to lead her inside and she said nothing.

Darkly amused with her, and himself, he walked her all the way upstairs. Up to her bedroom door. He even offered her a little bow, as if she really was a princess.

She blinked. Once. Then her eyes narrowed. “You’re really going to make me beg you?”

“Who said anything about begging? I only said you had to ask nicely. Though, I also appreciate begging. And reward it handsomely.”

“And what happened in the car wasn’t nice enough?”

“Nice for you.” He shrugged lazily, then turned away from her. He walked down the hall toward his own bedroom door. Because surely, she would give in. Surely...

“Please,” she said, on a quiet mutter. Perhaps even through gritted teeth.

He turned to her, raised an eyebrow, with far too much distance between them. But she would always be the one to give in. Never him. “Please what?”

She hesitated, which surprised him. But it was only a moment’s worth, and then she was crossing the hall to him. All determination and fire.

“I want you. All of you.” She slid her arms around his neck, pressing that delicate body to his much larger one. Her dark eyes an enchantment all their own. “Show everything to me, Please.”