The woman had been stood up, it was obvious. Sledge and Ash had spent over three hours in the bar, doing shots and chasing them with beer. When the place started filling up with young professionals like the one that Ash used to be, he’d left his buddy there engaged in a raucous conversation with a Wall Street broker and his wife...whom Ash, and probably Sledge, suspected were swingers. Sledge liked that shit, Ash didn’t. He loved women. He loved sex. He’d do it with two or even three women at a time...but he didn’t get into fucking a woman in front of her old man, or with her old man. Sledge got off on knowing her old man was watching. Ash had wished him luck, told him to be careful, and took an Uber back to the hotel...and as soon as he walked in the lobby, he saw her.

The woman was about five-foot-six, curvy, with light brown hair and blue eyes. She was dressed to kill in a dress made for clubbing and he suspected she’d been waiting in the lobby for someone that was supposed to join her for a night out. But judging by the furious texting and the defeated look on her face, Ash guessed that whoever that was, wasn’t going to show. He was slightly drunk and extremely horny...and suddenly his cock was standing at attention and pointing in her direction like a compass.

Ash walked over to where the woman was sitting and gestured at the seat next to hers. “Is someone sitting here?” She glanced up at him with a slightly annoyed look on her face...but Ash saw that look change and her blue eyes traveled the length of his body, pausing on what he knew was the makings of a hard bulge in the front of the black trousers he was still wearing from the funeral. She looked like the kind of woman that probably wouldn’t have given him a second look in his colors...so for tonight he’d be that man he’d tried so hard to shake...the young, up-and-coming Wall Street professional.

“No, please,” she said with a sudden thousand-watt smile on her pretty face.

Ash sat down next to her and held out his right hand. “Asher Bennett IV,” he said.

She really lit up at that. The Bennett name went far in Manhattan and he could see in her blue eyes that she was well acquainted with it. “Well, nice to meet you Mr. Bennett. I’m Stephanie Marsh.”

Her hand was soft and well-manicured. The name Marsh was one that Asher had heard of as well. They were not as wealthy as the Bennetts, but the one he thought would probably have been her grandfather had donated an entire wing to NYU just recently. Uptight rich girls were usually wild fucks, and Ash got even more excited at the thought of it. She might just get off on his tattoos when he took his clothes off too. Sheltered little rich girls loved the bad boys behind closed doors.

“Call me Ash,” he said. “You waiting on someone?”

She looked at her phone again and then with a determined look on her face she said, “No, actually, I’m not.”

He smiled and winked at her and said, “Good, because I was thinking about breaking into the minibar in my room...how would you like to join me?”

“I’d love to.” They stood up and Ash draped an arm around her waist, and holding her arm with the other hand, he guided her toward the elevators. The doors had barely slid closed before he had her up against the mirrored wall and his hand underneath her expensive silk blouse. He nuzzled her neck as he cupped and massaged one of her breasts. He could hear her breathing becoming ragged, and when the doors of the elevator slid open, he released her and took her hand, leading her out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. She stood quietly as he unlocked it with the key card and then stepped inside while he held open the door.

He used his foot to close the door behind them and once again pulled her up against his chest, this time with her back to him. He cupped both of her breasts and put his lips to her and swung their bodies around so they could both see what he was doing in the big mirror on the wall over the desk. “You want this to happen, Stephanie? I need to be sure before we go any further.”

She nodded and sighed and then in a transformation almost unlike anything he had ever seen she said, “I’m here to serve you...all of your needs, sir.”

He had himself a fucking submissive. He’d heard some of the guys at the club that were into that sort of thing talk about how hot it was to have a woman who would do anything for you...Ash had never thought of himself as into that...but he was just drunk enough to give it a shot. He let his hand find its way underneath her bra and he began to tweak and pull at her hard nipples, watching her face in the mirror as he did. She had her eyes closed, and sliding into his role as the master he said, “Open your eyes and watch me play with your body.” She opened her eyes and he pulled his hand out and began to unbutton her blouse. While he did, she rubbed her tight butt up against his crotch and his hardening cock.

Once he had the blouse open, he slid his hand up her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits were big and heavy, and they fell out with a bounce as he pulled the unhooked bra up. He watched her eyes widen as he pinched and pulled harder on her nipples. Scarlet colored her cheeks and she was gasping for breath as she watched him.

“You like that?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Tell me.”

“I like it, sir.” He pinched one of her nipples, hard. She cried out but at the same time rubbed herself harder back against him.

“Hmm, you like it rough, huh?”

“Oh yes, sir.” Ash kept molesting her nipple with one hand and let the other one travel down across her belly and into the front of her skirt. He felt the satin panties that he was sure cost her daddy at least a hundred bucks, and for some reason the desire to rip them off her was suddenly strong. He took his hand out of the skirt, pulled the garment to the tops of her thighs, and shoved his fingers into the side of her panties, near the soaked crotch. He made a fist and pulled, tearing the panties off her as she gasped. The look in her eyes was pure lust, though, as she kept watching him in the mirror and grinding her ass against him. His fingers began to delve in her now uncovered pussy. It was drenched, and she moaned as he slid them up and down the slit, gradually increasing the pressure and finally taking her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinching down on it. She cried out and he did it again before inching his fingers down and pushing her legs open with his thigh so they could see her pussy in the mirror...and his fingers diving into it. She almost screamed when they entered her. If he hadn’t been holding her up, her body would have probably slid to the floor. He could feel that he was holding up all of her weight and while he fingered her, he lifted her slightly and carried her over to the bed.

“Kneel on it,” he told her. She bent her knees and he never took his fingers out of her as she inched up on the bed. It only took a few seconds longer of his fingers going in and out of her and rubbing into her clit before she came, again, loudly and almost screaming. Her weight tipped forward and he kept rubbing her, not releasing pressure until he felt her relax. When she did, he lowered her to the bed in a heap and said, “Take the rest of those clothes off.”

He could see her hands and legs both shaking, almost violently, as she struggled to get the loosened clothes off her body. Once she was completely naked he said, “Fix me a drink.”

She smiled and said, “What would you like?”

“A whiskey and Coke.” He sat down on the bed and as she turned toward the minibar he reached out and slapped her ass...hard...making her squeal. The dark pink mark on her ass from his hand sent a thrill through him and he reached down and ran his hand over his raging hard cock. It was still covered, but he wasn’t ready to get naked just yet. He watched her fix his drink and before she turned away from the bar he said, “Fix yourself one too.”

“Yes sir.” She poured herself a glass of wine and then carried both drinks back over to him, big, heavy tits swaying back and forth as she did. She held out the drink toward him, but he didn’t take it. Instead he put both of his big hands on her ass, gripped it tightly, and pulled her in between his legs. With his eyes on her face, he put his lips on the glass and she tipped it up, giving him a drink of the sweet, whiskey-infused Coke. He pulled back when he was finished and said:

“Drink yours.” He continued to grope and squeeze her ass while she drank her wine. Her tits were practically in his face and after a few seconds he said, “Don’t drink it all, pour the rest on your nipples.”

He let her stand back slightly and he watched as the liquid dripped down the front of her body. She shivered and then whimpered when he pulled her forward again and began to lick the wine off her tits. He licked and sucked and enjoyed the taste of it on her fragrant skin until it had all been licked off her tits. Then pushing her back, he stood up, took the glasses out of her hands, and said, “Lie down on your back.” She lay down on the bed and Ash turned both glasses over, pouring what was left in both all over her belly and watching as it rolled down toward her pussy. After setting the glasses down he once again moved her legs open and then he dropped to his knees between them and let his tongue feast on the mixture of alcohol, sugary soda, and sweet pussy. Stephanie moaned, groaned, whimpered, and almost sounded like she was sobbing at one point, right before she came again.

He didn’t wait for her to stop shaking or coming this time. He stood up and dropped his pants and underwear and then using just one hand, he flipped her over. Still with the dress shirt and untied tie on, and his pants around his ankles above the expensive shoes he hadn’t worn in five years, he took his throbbing cock in his hand and slapped it against her ass. She pulled up almost into a fetal position, face down, ass up, and rubbed back against him as he slapped her with it over and over until he felt like he was going to explode. Taking his cock into his right hand, he reached under her with his left and wrapped it around one of her breasts. While he kneaded that mound of flesh, he stroked his cock, letting the tip of it press against her pussy, but not entering her. She kept pushing back, trying to catch him and finally he slapped her butt cheek, making her cry out. “Be still,” he told her. For a while she managed to stay still while he stroked, getting closer and closer to his climax. When she started moving again, he slapped her ass again and then let that same hand slide down between her legs, and he started playing with her pussy while his fist worked his cock up and down and back and forth. He waited until he was right on the verge of exploding before telling her, “Get up.”

While she struggled to stand upright on her shaking legs, Ash stripped off the rest of his clothes. He took out his wallet, found a condom, and she watched with wide, blue eyes as he slipped it on over his thick cock. He looked toward the balcony doors and saw that it had gotten full dark out by that time. Smiling he said, “On the balcony.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want to fuck you...on the balcony.”

He waited, seeing if she was going to refuse...but she didn’t. She didn’t even think about it that long before finally, naked and jiggling all over, she walked to the balcony doors and opened them. Ash smiled as he followed her. If he had a fetish, it was fucking outside. He loved it...loved the feeling of the cool night air on his skin...and probably a little of the excitement and fear of getting caught. He guided her so that her back was against the railing and then he squatted down, took his cock in his hand and found her slit. Once he was pressed against her opening he put his hands around behind her, lifted her slightly and then sat her down on his cock. They both groaned as he held onto her tightly and started fucking her. He fucked her fast and hard and it didn’t take long until he came...hard. It was the stress release he needed and suddenly he was exhausted. When they got back into the room she said:

“Did I please you, sir?”

“That was fucking amazing,” he told her. “Thank you, Stephanie. Do you have a ride home?”

Suddenly the subservient little woman was gone and in its place was the princess Daddy raised, the one that was used to being treated like she was special. “Seriously? You’re kicking me out?”

“It’s not like that, but I have a long trip tomorrow and have to get up early, so I need to get some sleep. I can call a cab or an Uber for you...”

She was already gathering her clothes. “Fuck you,” she said.

“Sir,” he said with a grin. Luckily for his head, the closest thing within her reach was the remote control. That hurt badly enough as it bounced off the side of his head. Knowing he had it coming, Ash simply rubbed his temple and sat down on the side of the bed. Once she was dressed, sans the torn panties that she’d shoved in her purse, he said, “I’m sorry I upset you, Stephanie.”

His answer was her middle finger as she went out the door. He collapsed back on the bed and closed his eyes and after a few seconds, Stephanie was being moved to the corners of his memory and thoughts of her were completely replaced by a long, hot dream in which Mackenzie was the star. It was so good that he almost threw the ringing phone against the wall several hours later, especially since he didn’t recognize the number. It was a New York area code, though, and thinking maybe it had something to do with his father, he finally answered it.

“Yeah?” He growled into the phone.

“Ash, it’s Mack.”

“How the fuck did you get my number?”

“I got it from your father’s CEO; he and I are friends and he has access to your father’s emails. I need to talk to you, please.”

“About?” He tried to sound bored and indifferent, but suddenly there was nothing inside of his body that wasn’t quivering...damn her.

“Your sister. It’s important, Ash; please meet with me before you leave town, if you haven’t already.”

“Starbucks on Columbus in half an hour. Don’t be late, I won’t have much time.” He hoped that she couldn’t hear in his voice how nervous he felt inside of his body and in his head. He couldn’t believe she still did this to him after everything...after five long years.

“I’ll be there,” she said. Ash ended the call, curious about what Mack had to say...and sadly excited about seeing her one last time before he left New York and headed home.