Chapter 10
Nightspots
Seraphina swayed to the hypnotic beat, grinding into the guy behind her and feeling him grow hard. He had come up behind her when she had been dancing alone, placing his hands firmly on her hips. Without seeing his face, she knew he wasn’t the same man she had been dancing with earlier, wherever he had wandered off to. This man’s hands were larger, rougher, and more confident. His face was bristled and not freshly shaved, and his hair was different, messy and not gelled.
She raised her arms up and wound them behind his neck, inviting him closer. The man responded, lowering his lips to the side of her neck and daringly licking the sweat running down the curve of her neck.
She closed her eyes and moved against him slowly as he swept his tongue up and to her earlobe where he nibbled it seductively. A delicious shiver ran down her body and goosebumps arose.
Running her hands through his hair slowly, she pulled at it gently. She loved how his waves felt clean of hair products.
The seemingly sensual man splayed one hand across her belly, holding her closer to him while he trailed his nose up the same path his tongue had just taken, inhaling her scent. As he exhaled, another shiver coursed through her, fueling her desire.
She wanted to turn around, to press her front against his, but he took control of their swaying, holding her back to his front as he rubbed himself against her bottom.
She hadn’t noticed when he had removed his other hand from her hip, but she was acutely aware of it now as he placed his roughened hand on the inside of her thigh. Her breath stilled, and then gushed out with a needy gasp as he leisurely stroked the smooth tips of his fingers up and under her electric-blue dress.
Her swaying faltered. She wasn’t accustomed to someone taking the lead unless she had encouraged it.
With his movements moving upward teasingly, unadulterated lust heated her body. His touch was so tender, so reverent. It made her pant, her core feeling empty to the point of starvation, clenching with need and coming up empty.
He steadied her as her knees weakened and continued their swaying movements, making them appear to be dancing. She felt his breath at her ear before he murmured, “Relax,” in a deep voice before kissing behind her ear, making her knees feel like they would give out. His every movement was careful, controlled, tender, yet strong.
As he swayed them to the beat of the techno music surrounding them, he continued to move his fingers up her leg, but before he reached her panties, he slid them down her other leg.
She whimpered as her core clenched again at the missed opportunity of his fingers there. She could swear this man was retaliating for some past transgression. Maybe she had used him once before. Or maybe some higher being had sent him to torture her.
“Shh …” he cooed into her ear, his light breaths setting her skin aflame.
She couldn’t help the next shiver from visibly running through her body. How could this one man coil her body with just a simple word and little touches?
Her breathing started to become erratic, trying to anticipate his movement—whether he would reach the apex of her thighs on his next journey up or tease her by going down the other leg again. At this point, she couldn’t even concentrate on dancing. He was controlling all their movements.
He slowed his hand down as he reached her silk panties again, and just when she thought he would venture further, he barely stroked her there before running his fingers back down the other thigh.
She shuddered then heard him hiss out from between his teeth, his fingers faltering.
He tightened his hand on her waist as he slowly moved their steps backward. With his other hand, he was now gently skimming her panties with his thumb while gripping her thigh. She dropped one of her arms from his damp hair and ran her hand from his hip to the front of his jeans.
Jeans? This guy was definitely not like the rest of the upper-class men who frequented this club. She liked him even more for that.
With that thought, she rubbed over his bulge, delighting in the warning growl that emitted from his throat. Primal. All man.
“Close your eyes,” he gently commanded her.
At his words, the haze of lust lifted somewhat, and she realized they had moved away from the dance floor and were now in a corner. No one was looking at them.
Trusting him too easily, too foolishly, she closed her eyes.
He removed his caressing hand, instigating a whimper of disappointment from Seraphina who immediately felt bereft at the loss. She wanted to open her eyes and see why he had abandoned his erotic ministrations, yet she didn’t want to lose the moment.
He pulled her back again, walking her backward. The light behind her eyes went from the flashing of the strobe lights to complete darkness, making her heartbeat skip a beat before thundering in her ears.
She opened her eyes, seeing his silhouette before he shut a door, leaving them shrouded in darkness.
“Let me out,” she said, taking a step forward. Fear was pressing down on her. She would not be a victim again. No.
He intercepted her, wrapping his arm around her waist as he crowded her front. “Shh … I won’t hurt you,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck in a spot that always made her bones melt. “Promise. Never hurt you.”
She didn’t know why, but she believed him. Maybe it was the word itself—promise. It was a word that should denote trust. Or maybe it was the way he had said it—with such earnestness, like the thought of hurting her was an abhorrence. Or maybe it was in the way he held her, touched her as he said it in the way he had said it. Though he blocked her way, his arm around her wasn’t used as a restraint, but as a request.
When she didn’t respond or make another attempt to leave, she heard the soft click of the lock turning.
The music was now drowned out, but she could still feel the thumping beat of the bass that seemed to accentuate the longing between her thighs as it palpitated at the same rhythm of the blood pumping to her core.
Tentatively, he grabbed her hip, pulling their two fronts together. She could feel his breath on her forehead, then slowly lowering across her face until his lips were inches from hers.
She wished she could see this mysterious man who had set her body on fire like no one else. At the same time, the anonymity of it was a turn on. From what she felt of his body, his face, she imagined he was handsome in a rugged, down-to-earth way. A shadow of a beard, sloppy hair, dressed casually. His movements and intentions were assured, showing a confidence that self-conscious men would not execute. At that estimation, she knew he must have appeal.
She moved her hands forward, touching a firm abdomen. She wanted to sink her nails into the hard muscles there. Instead, she glided her hands up to his torso, over hard pecs, and up to broad shoulders, where she left them, feeling his body quiver at her touch and hearing his breath stutter. She then pressed her body into his, from their thighs to their chests. The closeness had a shuddering breath escaping her.
The man inhaled her escaped breath and followed its source to her partially opened lips. His smooth, soft lips, with a fuller bottom one, sucked on her top lip. Another breath escaped her at the contact, and she moaned into his mouth before submitting to him and willingly allowing his tongue access into her mouth.
Not in so many, many years had she allowed a man to kiss her. It was familiar, comforting, and inspired a longing in her to never stop. She wanted to fall into the kiss and never come up, never breathe unless it was his breath that sustained her. The feeling was familiar.
He licked along the edge of her top lip and teeth before touching her tongue timidly. She automatically closed her mouth around his tongue and gently scraped her teeth along it, eliciting a groan from him. At the same time, she reached down to grip the sides of his shirt. He grabbed the shirt from her, lifting it up and off before dropping it on the floor at their feet. Their lips instantly reconnected in a dance that met the beat of the bass still pounding in the background.
She felt an excitement she had never felt before. She had always seen her targets, luring them into indiscretions. Now that she was the one targeted and lured, she understood how those men had felt when she had promised them fulfillment and excitement, the taste and tease of danger and sin. The promise that this one mistake would be worth it. That it would be a night they would never forget.
She had known evil and true danger. She had witnessed it in a man who reveled in blood spilt, brutalizing her in the worst way possible. Then again, she had witnessed it when a man she had trusted and loved had succumbed to blackmail, leaving her for dead. That was why she had made it her life mission to bring to light the evil inside everyone. To remind herself that no one was good. To remind herself that she couldn’t trust anyone.
This, though, this man she could have for herself. He wasn’t a target. She didn’t even know what he looked like, which added to the excitement she felt for doing something so reckless. Was it more reckless than her previous activities? She would soon find out.
His hands now at her sides, he ran the back of them down the sides of her dress until he reached the hem, where he lingered, barely dancing his fingers along her skin, teasing her. Seraphina ran her hands equally slow, stroking up his bare skin, feeling every inch of him. The simple touches made the moment feel surreal, like two lovers embarking on a new, unknown path for the first time, taking their love to the next ethereal level. And in that regard, they were. The only difference was they weren’t familiar with each other. There had been no longing, lingering glances. No gentle petting and promises of a happy future. They were strangers.
She broke their kiss and lowered her lips to kiss down his chin, neck, collarbone, until she found her way to those little, hard peaks on his chest. She surrounded one nipple with her lips in an open-mouthed kiss, tasting the salt from his skin when she flicked her tongue out. A growl escaped the man, and he tightened his grip around the outside of her thighs.
She made her way back up to his mouth, already missing the feel of his kisses. Licking his bottom lip, she then sucked it into her mouth, before he took over and kissed her the way she imagined he would fuck her—thoroughly, hard, and unrestrained.
Finally, he seemed to remember what he was doing here. His countenance changed, his body growing rigid with realization and control, before he slipped his hands under her dress, caressing up the outside of her thighs.
Seraphina moved her lips back down and across his chest, tasting his warm skin, before she gave the other nipple some attention. The man missed a beat as she closed her lips around the other nipple and sucked hard before he slipped a finger into each side of her panties, running his fingers back and forth.
She started to lower her head to kiss down his smooth abs when he released one of her straps and grabbed her chin. He brought her lips back up to his and murmured, “Kiss me.”
She consented most willingly, her hands unconsciously finding their way back into his hair as he consumed her lips while venturing closer to her center with one hand.
She groaned as he skimmed the front of her panty line. She groaned again when he moved his other hand under her panties to cup her bottom. Then he dropped the hand in front so suddenly, stroking her clit, that she gasped as an electric current zapped through her body. She already felt ready to explode and begged whatever entity was out there that she would finally find a release.
Her kisses became hungrier, but the man didn’t want her to have any control, so he broke their kiss and started to lick and suck his way down her throat. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her throat as he skimmed one finger along her clit again. She gasped, gripping his shoulders to anchor herself.
The man licked across her throat to her ear where he placed another kiss before whispering hoarsely, “Take your dress off.”
Seraphina nodded as though he could see her, too lost in the sensations of his ministrations to do anything but obey.
She pulled the fabric over her head as he stroked her with his magical finger. She convulsed at the touch before dropping the dress.
“And your bra,” another hoarse whisper came from this enigmatic man.
She reached back and clumsily unclasped her bra, feeling like this was her first sexual experience.
As she slipped the fabric from her arms, the man took her distraction as an opportunity to stroke her again. He smiled as another convulsion overcame her. Then he slipped his hand under her ass and felt her slick wetness. She gasped when he dipped into her wetness, feeling her legs weakening. He stepped into her, forcing her to take steps back until she met the wall, where she relaxed into the welcoming cold that chilled her heated body.
The man now stood at her side, sucking on her breast, probing her heat from behind, almost filling the emptiness within her, while circling her clit and making her feel needier with just a couple of strokes.
All the sensations made her feel desperate. Her lower body thrashed, trying to find that sweet release that had eluded her for years. It was right there. She could feel it, but she needed a little more push.
Frantic, she reached out to find the band of his jeans, needing him to fill her. When she reached the button of his jeans, though, he removed his mouth from her breast and barked, “No,” his voice full of authority.
Seraphina moaned at his cruelty. “Please … Please.”
He pressed his forehead against hers and shook his head no. She could feel his heavy, short breaths on her shoulder before he gently nipped her there then skimmed his nose up her throat to her ear, breathing heavily into it and eliciting goosebumps to break out over her sensitized skin.
He slipped a second finger into her while moving the thumb of that hand up to replace his other hand, pressing harder against her. She groaned her approval and pressed her body into his. He then lowered her head to kiss her deeply again, and with his now free hand, groped one of her breasts.
As he maneuvered his fingers at a faster pace, twisting and penetrating deeper, he started to kiss down her chest again, taking one breast into his mouth at a time. She ground herself into his hand as her breathing picked up. She felt a blush heating her chest, up her neck, and into her cheeks. She was so close to an explosive release.
“Oh God!” She gripped her own hair, pulling at it frantically.
He stopped all movement, pulling his fingers out of her, and Seraphina cried out, “No … don’t stop. Please.”
“Shh …” he said against her hard nipple before lowering his lips to her waist.
He licked the skin around her bellybutton then licked inside it before lowering farther, nipping little bites along her waistline then soothing them with kisses and teasing licks.
She held her breath, knowing where he was going. No man had ever gone down on her.
Hooking his fingers into her panties, he pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them, still wearing her heels, feeling his breath lower from her waist. Then she felt him prod her folds with his nose, heard him inhale her scent. She dropped her hands to his hair, holding on tightly as her legs quivered.
He gripped the back of her thighs and opened her legs. Then he soothed his hands down her legs to her ankles. Gripping one, he placed her leg over his shoulder before running his hand back up her legs to cup her bottom. He was so gentle and fluid in his movements that Seraphina couldn’t tell where one moment ended and another began.
Tilting her bottom, he then proceeded to stroke her clit with his nose before licking the inside of her folds. Seraphina tightened her grip of his hair as she fought to keep her leg steady, fought to not dig her other heel into his back.
He stroked his fingers inside her again and again, caressing and pressing up and up, as he sucked her clit. Just like that, she screamed in ecstasy, trembling against the wall. She felt her walls clench his fingers as an orgasm tore through her, making her whole body feel like the music had flooded into her being, pulsating with a deep bass.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” She started to sink down the wall on shaky legs, when the man stood. One hand around her back, he held her up, thrusting his tongue that tasted of her into her mouth and mimicking the act of sex until she came back to earth.
As her breathing started to normalize, she responded to his kiss with more fervor than before. She reached out for his waistband again, but he again stopped her by pulling away.
“I want you,” she told him, jerking him toward her. “Please.” She kissed his neck. “Please …”
His resolve started to slip as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth.
She felt him shudder and took that as acceptance, starting to unbutton his pants. He stopped her again, spinning her around to face the wall.
“Close your eyes. Don’t move,” he told her as he caressed from her neck to her lower back before dipping down her sides, feeling the curves of her hips and continuing his journey down her legs. He then stood back up and pressed into her back, forcing her body against the wall.
He gripped her hair with one hand and pulled her head to the side to kiss her. Their tongues met without shyness, warring against each other with utter passion. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and gently bit it, scraping it until it slipped from his teeth.
With a last kiss to the back of her head, he was out the door before Seraphina even knew it.
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Nathan slipped his shirt back on as he quickly moved away from the now relocked door.
Seraphina had played her games. Now it was his turn. He wouldn’t let her seduce another man. She belonged to him.