D was looking directly at me with a scowl on his face. My heart beat a little faster as he made a beeline toward me. He didn’t look happy, and I wasn’t sure why. Probably just because I was still sitting in the club talking to a member instead of going straight home as he expected me to do. I prepared myself for his anger, but his scowl seemed to fade as he got closer. Perhaps I had misread it and it was about something Dodger had said rather than about me.
“There you are, Janessa. I thought you had already gone home.”
“No, not yet, D. I was just having a couple of drinks to wind down and talking to Taz here.”
“What’s up, Taz?” D asked.
“Not much, D. Just taking it easy. You know how I do.”
“Yeah, I do. Listen, I hate to pry away your company, but I’m going to steal Janessa from you.”
“No problem, boss.”
“Janessa, can you come to my office with me?”
“Okay. Sure.”
He held out a hand toward me and I took it, allowing him to walk me through the crowd and into his office. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to me, pulling me close to him and kissing me deeply. It was completely unexpected, but very welcomed. I found myself reciprocating the kiss fully as his tongue laced lazily with my own. His hand slipped beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit softly through the silk material of my panties. I was instantly wet, ready for him.
I exhaled loudly as his lips moved down to my neck, kissing his way softly down one side and across my collarbone to the tops of my breasts. His hands fumbled with my buttons, pulling my blouse open to expose more of them to his mouth. Pushing the cups of my demi bra downward, he circled one nipple with his tongue, teasing it softly as I moaned against his touch. He pulled at it with his teeth, his hand still creating the most delicious friction against my clit.
He took his time, exploring every inch of me as I relaxed against him, letting him do as he pleased. I loved the way he took his time teasing my nipples and kissing my breasts, his hot mouth glancing lightly across my stomach before focusing on my already heated thighs. He moved all the way down my body and then back upward again, his breath now against my ear.
“You are so incredibly beautiful, Janessa. Your body, your face, everything is just perfection. You could have any man you want and yet you are working in a casino with a lot like us. Why would such a strong, capable, beautiful woman want to be with someone like me?”
There was no way for me to answer that honestly. Instead, I kept silent and moaned as he continued his slow tour of my body. I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed D’s touch, his kisses, his somehow relaxed yet urgent need. I decided to keep my head out of it and just let my body indulge itself in the way he was making me feel. There was no doubt that I was putty in his hands.
“That feels so amazing,” I cooed against him.
A low growl escaped his throat as he pulled away, slipping off his pants and boxer briefs to enter me. I wanted him so much that I could barely wait for him to be inside of me. His gaze met my own as he began making love to me with long, deep strokes. They were simultaneously earth shattering and gentle, if that was even a possibility. I could feel him on a level that I couldn’t recall ever having felt anyone. It was on much more than just a physical level. It wasn’t love, but it was…something. The way he knew instinctively how to touch me was something I couldn’t quite explain without acknowledging a connection on another level.
D pushed me back onto his desk, his strokes changing from slow and deliberate to hard and fast. He was thrusting into me deeply. I bit my lip to keep from making too much noise as he fucked me, moaning my name.
“Oh, Janessa. God…”
His sexual prowess was no exaggeration. He had the stamina of a stallion. Not only that, but he seemed to know just exactly when to slow, when to speed up, how to hit all the right spots inside me. His fingers teased my clit as he fucked me in a way I’d never experienced before. It was missing nothing, utterly complete in its perfection. There was no denying the natural chemistry between us that only enhanced the actual act.
“Yes, fuck me. Don’t stop, D. Harder,” I pleaded, wanting more of him, all of him.
He was all too happy to accommodate, driving into me fiercely as I cooed and cried out beneath him. There was no doubt who was in charge. D was an alpha male not to be denied. He made that clear in the way he took control and reduced me to a quivering mass of wantonness. I couldn’t say that I’d ever been with anyone like him before. He was everything any woman would want in a lover and then some.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as I came. My entire body shuddered with the force of it, clenching and then letting it go. His continued thrusts only brought smaller climaxes to follow until I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give. My legs shook as he finally gave into his own desire and came inside of me, collapsing lightly on top of me for a moment before finally gathering himself. I was barely up from the desk to get my clothes when there was a knock on the door.
“Yeah?” D called out.
“D, It’s Simon. We need to talk.”
“Give me a minute. I’ll find you.”
“Alright.”
I heard footsteps moving away from the door and began getting dressed. I had no doubt that I was a complete mess to look at.
“Janessa, there is a private bath right down that hallway there. Get yourself together and I’ll be back when I’m done with Simon.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
With D out the door, I walked down to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, getting dressed and freshening my makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair and I didn’t like what I saw. I didn’t know the person who looked back at me. I didn’t know this woman who had just fucked the leader of the MC responsible for her father’s death, not because I had to in order to obtain information, but because I had wanted to. I had fucked him for no other reason than I wanted him, and I had enjoyed it immensely. How could I excuse that in myself?