The wind was howling as I walked into the smoke filled bar. Immediately, I dissolved into paroxysms of coughing as the smoke filled my lungs. I loathed the odor of cigarette smoke. Looking around, I wondered why I’d chosen this particular bar in the first place. It certainly wasn’t my usual crowd.

Sauntering over to the bar, I swung my leg over a cracked leather bar stool. The TV was blaring in the corner. Instead of the usual baseball game, it was a newscast about a large hurricane brewing in the Atlantic. I shook my head glad to be well north of all that. Still, anxiety churned within me as I thought of my little sister who lived near Miami.

“Well, hello there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before. What’s your name, stranger?” The bartender grinned at me. She had dark red hair and several tattoos. She was attractive, but older than I was.

“I’m sure you haven’t. It’s my first time. Be gentle with me.” I winked at her.

“I’m Karen. A virgin, huh? Well, a shot of this tequila will fix that.” She laughed as she pulled out two shot glasses.

“Patron? One of my favorites. Set up another shot.” I slapped a few twenties on the bar.

“So, honey, what’s your name?” She slammed her shots down as she sized me up. I could tell she was wanting a lot more than my name. I finished my shots and declined any more. Too much tequila and I’d be taking her home, and she definitely wasn’t what I had in mind for the evening.

Suddenly, a tall, leggy blonde appeared from one of the back booths in the bar. She’d been playing darts as she carried several in her hand.

“Hey, Karen, the dart board’s broken!” She waved her hand in the air.

“Oh shit, I’ll be right back.”

I watched as the gorgeous blonde gestured wildly to Karen about the faulty dart board.

But I couldn’t have cared less about the fucking darts. She was hot and just what I needed tonight. Running my hands through my hair, I started over to her.

She was wearing skintight jeans and a pair of black leather knee length stiletto boots with a tight red sweater that hugged her ample breasts. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. As she bent over, the low V of her sweater opened up to reveal her luscious tits.

“Hi, having some trouble?” I nodded toward the electronic dart board that Karen was trying to fix.

She rolled her eyes shaking her head.

“You could say that.”

“Need some help?” I raised my brows at her. I could smell her perfume, a light, intoxicating scent. She had a tiny tattoo of a dagger with a rose wrapped around it on her neck. I was curious to know if it had any personal significance. Long silver earrings dangled from her lobes. Her fingernails were long, red, and perfectly manicured.

“Son of a bitch is broken!” Karen kicked the machine in disgust. “Sorry, honey, you’re gonna have to play pool.”

The blonde turned to me and smiled.

“I hate pool. I want to finish my game. Think you can help me?” She ran her hand over my arm.

Grinning, I walked over to the machine. I wasn’t a mechanic by any means, but I knew enough.

Karen had the back of the machine still open. After twisting a few wires, I had the machine up and running.

“Wow, how’d you do that?” Karen marveled as I closed the machine.

I shrugged.

“Just a little something I learned from my dad.”

Karen walked away still staring back at me in amazement.

“Thanks.” The blonde took her darts and nodded to her friend.

“Game’s back on.”

Before she could throw her dart, I grabbed her hand.

“What’s my reward, beautiful?”

Throwing her head back with laughter, she turned to her dark haired friend.

“Did you hear that? ‘Beautiful.’ I said thank you, I don’t need a lame pick up line.”

I twisted her hand pulling her to me.

“That was a compliment. Learn how to take a compliment graciously. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”

I felt her heart pound faster as I brought my lips to her ear.

“My name’s Colt. I suggest you remember it as you’ll be screaming it later.”

Her face paled slightly, but her body leaned against me.

“Peyton. I suggest you remember that because that’s the only name that will matter after tonight.”

I chuckled. My interest was piqued.

“Peyton, let’s say we cut the crap and get out of here.”

“You read my mind,” she murmured dropping her darts on the table.

* * *

A half hour later, the door to my penthouse was thrown open as Peyton and I burst through it. My hands roamed her curvy body caressing her tight firm ass through her jeans. My cock throbbed as I slammed her hard against the wall.

“Ow,” she cried. “That was a little rough.”

Her words had a terrible effect on my erection. If she couldn’t take the least amount of discomfort….

Pushing past it, I stripped her jeans off tossing them to the side. My lips pressed hard against hers as she eagerly slipped off her sweater. I shoved my hands into the cups of her lacy bra squeezing her firm tits. My thumbs flicked against her nipples.

“Colt,” she whispered.

Sweeping her into my arms, I carried her back to my bedroom. I flicked on the gas fireplace giving the room a romantic glow. In the center of the room was my custom sized bed sitting on a dais. Its frame was magnificent made of mahogany with custom carvings. Black silken sheets covered the mattress. The walls were decorated in dark, rich tones.

Peyton sucked in her breath. She held her arms over her breasts shielding her nudity.

“This is amazing, Colt. What are you-some kind of millionaire?” She laughed gesturing to the elaborate bed.

“Maybe,” I whispered throwing her back onto the bed. Eagerly, she laid down as I pushed her legs apart. Quickly, I pulled my shirt off as I knelt between her legs. Parting her soft lips, I swirled my tongue over her clit. Immediately, she arched her back moaning with pleasure. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I relished the sound of her rapid breathing as she twisted her hands into my hair.

“Keep doing that.”

My cock swelled harder and harder as I longed to shove my cock deep inside her. Peeling back her lips with my hand, I teased her opening with my finger. She was so wet, tight.

Plunging my finger inside her, I felt her body lurch forward. Pushing my finger in and out vigorously, I kept my tongue on her clit. Her body stirred as she ground her hips down into the mattress.

“Oh God!” she cried out as she came, drenching my face in her juices. My cock ached, but something was wrong.

Flipping her onto her hands and knees, I ran my hands down the length of her body. Her flesh was smooth and delicious. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her wet opening anxious to push myself into her.

Something wasn’t right….

As my cock sank deep inside her, I heard her groan. I slapped her ass several times loving the sound of my hand spanking her.

“What are you doing?” She cried. My cock started to soften as I pushed her down roughly grabbing her hips to grind my cock deeper into her.

“Damn,” she moaned.

But I wanted more.

I wrapped her long hair around my fist pulling her back onto my cock. Immediately, I began to stiffen as I jerked her head. With my other hand, I slapped her ass hard.

“Colt!” She protested as she squirmed beneath my grasp.

“You know you like it,” I growled tightening my grip. I rode deep inside her finally feeling pleasure.

Again, I slapped her ass harder. This time my hand left a bright red mark on her skin. She cried out loudly.

“Stop it!”

Since we weren’t doing a scene and we hadn’t established a safe word, I reluctantly released her hair. My cock began to drop a bit. I continued to grind into her, but my heart wasn’t in it.

Or rather my cock wasn’t into it.

I finished jerking my cock out and shooting it all over her ass.

Peyton whipped around to stare at me as I handed her a towel.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” She rubbed her reddening ass.

I shrugged.

She jumped off the bed to look at her ass in the mirror.

“That hurt! What the hell—your fucking handprint is on my ass!”

I shook my head pulling my shorts back on. I’d never seen a woman freak out like that over a light spanking. She was beautiful, but my desire for her was gone.

“Are you some type of sadist? Didn’t you hear me cry?” Fuming, she yanked her sweater back on.

Walking over to her, I gripped her face between my hands.

“So, you figured me out. Congratulations. I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. As soon as you said to stop, I did.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to understand.

“You’re sick, Colt. Who the fuck wants to hurt people? That’s twisted.”

I swallowed hard. That had always been an issue for me. Was I twisted for enjoying causing women pain? I enjoyed it rather it made me hard as a rock, but I didn’t like hurting anyone against their will.

I simply couldn’t help it. Seeing my hand deliver pain soothed my own. Seeing someone else hurt instead of me was cathartic. As I stood there contemplating what had happened, Peyton gathered the rest of her things and stormed out slamming the door.

I winced hearing it. I didn’t care if she left. I just couldn’t feel anything during sex unless I caused a woman pain. I poured myself a scotch and downed it quickly. I had to have a scene. I couldn’t stand it anymore.