Chapter Five
Blair
I feel him watching me all night long, it gives me some sort of thrill. To have someone like that look at me like he is. It sends an excited buzz through my body. It could be the alcohol, which would be better than me liking the way a stranger stares at me like I’m his. I keep looking over my shoulder, but every time I do, nobody is there.
“You about ready to leave?” Elena yells over the music.
“Yeah, let me get one more drink,” she nods and I make my way to the bartender.
He smiles at me. “What can I get you?”
I feel bad about yelling at him the way I did. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
He winks, “Don’t worry about it.” I smile and nod.
“Could I please get one more rum and coke?” He nods and goes to make my drink.
“Blair?” I hear someone call.
I turn around and to my surprise find Alex standing there with a drink in his hand.
“Oh! Hi! What are you doing here?” I ask.
He chuckles, “The same as you, I suppose.” He takes a drink.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks .
“Well, I would normally say yes,” his face falls a little.
“The bartender here has been giving me free drinks all night, I would hate for you to spend your money on me when I am getting it for free,” I finish, and he laughs.
“That doesn’t surprise me, you look fantastic tonight.” I blush.
“Would you like to dance?” I look over at Elena and see she is pushed up on some guy, grinding to the music.
“Yeah, ok.”
The bartender sets my drink on the counter and slides it to me. I take it, say thank you, and we make our way to the dance floor. The song playing is Easy to Love by Bryce Savage , and I take a big swig of my drink before setting it on the table we walk by. He takes my hand and spins me around, caging me to his body, with my arms across my stomach.
“You look so beautiful, tonight,” he whispers in my ear.
“Then, it’s a good thing you found me.” I flirt back, I feel him smile against my neck.
The song is getting to me, and I start letting myself feel it. It’s sexy and the guy behind me is sexy, so I start swaying my hips against his jeans. I feel his hands tighten around my waist. That reaction alone gives me the motivation to keep going. We dance, with me grinding on him and his hands roaming my body. I feel eyes on me. I don’t look around this time, I just dance harder. I grab his hands and roam them up over my breasts and I hear him groan behind me. I smirk, I’m not sure if it’s Alex’s reaction to touching me or the eyes watching me, but either way, it gives me a thrill I can’t explain. I can feel the wetness gather in my panties. I haven’t been touched this way in a long time.
I turn around and see Alex staring at me, “Come home with me?” I lean in so he can hear me over the music .
He doesn’t answer right away, “Please?” I look up at him through my eyelashes. I am definitely going to regret this in the morning, but the alcohol running through my system is making it hard to use common sense right now.
“Ok,” he finally says, and I smile.
I take his hand and we head to Elena. “Hey, ready?” Her eyes are closed, as she nods her head.
She grinds on her next victim, and he is deep in her trap. Can’t blame him, Elena is sexy as hell. “Yes,” she turns around to her boy toy.
“You coming home with me?” She asks sweetly and his eyes go dark.
“Yes.” She smiles, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek.
She turns around and sees Alex, and her eyes almost pop right out of her face.
“Oh, uhm, Alex.” She looks around nervously.
“I’m not here on business tonight, just fun.” Winking at her, she slightly nods.
Her eyes trail down, and notices our hands intertwined, and swallows hard.
“Blair, come with me to the bathroom, quick.” She doesn’t wait for an answer, before she pulls me towards the bathroom, on the other side of the bar.
“Do you know what you are doing there?”
I fake innocence, “What do you mean?” She rolls her eyes.
“He’s our boss.” She points out, almost tripping over her own feet, but catching herself on the wall.
“I’m horny and he is here.” I shrug, and she sighs.
“I am here for it. I just don’t want you to regret this.” She bites her lip while banging on the door.
“Hold on a minute damn!” Someone yells from the other side .
“I will definitely regret it, but I am tired of being the good girl who does nothing day in and day out. I just want to do something reckless, something fun,” I admit.
She looks at me with a grin, “Ok, miss bad bitch. Go, have fun. He is so fucking hot. I’m kind of jealous,” she says, and I giggle.
When the door opens a man and woman leave the bathroom. She winks at us as she wipes the corners of her mouth. She walks out swaying her hips, her knees red from kneeling on the floor I presume. “Now, that’s reckless.” Elena pulls me into the bathroom.
We make it back out to the dance floor and look for our guys. We spot them talking by the bar. I admire Alex for a minute, he’s tall and has a sleeve full of tattoos. God, and that body, I just want to lick him from head to toe. His dark brown hair is cut short, but long enough that I can grab onto it later. His hazel eyes are what draw me in, they look at me like they just know what I want and how I want it. Yep! I’m definitely drunk.
We walk up to them, and I slide my hand into his, and he squeezes it. The buzzing of alcohol in my veins gives me the confidence I normally don’t have. But let's be honest, when it rubs off, I will go back to being… Blair. The shy girl, who is too afraid to go after what she wants.
“Ready?” He asks and I nod.
I feel eyes on me again, and this time I feel like someone is standing right behind me. I turn around fast, and spot the man in the suit, instantly. His intense blue eyes are watching me, his gaze slowly trails down toward my hand that’s intertwined with Alex’s. When he tilts his head and looks back up at me, I drop his hand and bite my lip. Why is this complete stranger affecting me so much? I can’t even begin to understand it, but the look of warning is there and my heart races at his glare. I don’t even know him, but he looks at me like he knows me.
He doesn’t look away when Alex grabs my hand again, leading me towards the door. I can’t stop looking at this man in the crowd. His gaze is on me until I walk through the door to leave. I gulp. “You ok?” Alex asks and I jump.
“Oh, yeah sorry.” He looks at me a little worried.
I take a deep breath and look at him. “I’m ok, just ready to go home,” I smile, and he smirks.
I take one more glance over my shoulder before getting into the Lyft. A shiver runs through my body as I shut the door. It feels like I’m breaking some unspoken rule. But I don’t care, I am ready to have some fun and that stranger will not ruin this for me.
Elena and her man are making out annoyingly loud next to us. It’s so fucking awkward because we are smushed together in the back seat. Her leg keeps hitting me, causing me to bump into Alex. I kept apologizing, but after a while, I gave up. The only thing that you hear, is moaning and heavy breathing. Alex is sitting there like this is his normal day-to-day. I have to admit though, I wish that was me, getting on her nerves with all the noises of pre-sex.
Alex’s hand is on my thigh, and he hasn’t tried to take advantage of the situation like I thought he would. My dress is bunched up at the waist and you can clearly see my panties underneath. I shake my head at what I’m about to do.
I look over and see us pulling up to Elena’s apartment.
“El, you’re home.” I bump into her shoulder, and she pulls away and looks out the window.
“Good, this car is a little cramped.” She smirks and the guy laughs.
She opens the door and they both get out and she leans back in, “I’ll see you tomorrow, B.” Her eyes narrow at Alex .
“You may be my boss, but if Blair tells me, you do something she doesn’t like, I will embalm you alive.” She winks at me and shuts the door.
“Love you, B!” She yells and I blow her a kiss.
Alex is laughing, “She really is a spitfire.”.
“You have no fucking idea,” I laugh.
We finally make it to my house. Walking up to my door, I put my key in, but it doesn’t click when I unlock it. I turn my key the other way, and then back again. I know I locked this when I left, didn’t I? I am going over my steps the best I can before leaving. But the alcohol is making it hard to remember exactly what I did.
“Everything ok?” Alex asks, and I swallow.
“Yeah… I… Never mind it’s not important.” I push the door open and walk inside.
I put my keys and purse on the table near the door. “Want a drink?” I ask and he nods.
I take his hand and we head to the kitchen. “All I have is vodka and wine, which would you like?” I ask while I take a swig from the bottle of vodka. I glance back at my door before turning my attention to him.
He smiles and takes a seat at the breakfast nook. “Whatever you want to give me, is good enough for me.” I look at him and then take another big swig.
I know I locked the door. I glance over one more time and shake my head.
“You got it.” I pour him a glass of vodka and Sprite.
He takes it and presses it to his lips, while also drinking me in. I smirk across the counter. “Like what you see?” batting my eyes, seductively, he smirks back.
I do something bold and walk around the counter to stand in front of him. I slip out of my dress and stand there in my panties. He doesn’t look surprised, instead, he looks hungry. He takes another drink and sets it on the counter. I move closer to him and reach for his shirt. He lets me grab it, while he watches me bend down, and pull it off.
My tits are my best asset, I think anyway. They are big and perky, they look good bare and in a shirt. My nipples are hard from the cold air seeping from the window. He grabs my wrist as I pull it off and put it on the counter. He pulls me into his lap, and I gasp. “Don’t tease me, Blair.” The way he says my name makes my clit throb and my panties wet.
His breath fans across my ear and I let out a breathy moan as he starts kissing down my neck. He hits the sweet spot below my ear, and I feel wetness seep through my panties now. His fingers trail down my back, leaving goosebumps on my skin. He leans in and grabs my ass, lifting me. I can’t wait anymore; I bring my lips to his and kiss him. How he can see where he is going is beyond me, because all I see is him.
He places me on something soft and I look and see we are in the living room on the couch. My breathing is heavy, anticipation is coursing through me. “You going to be a good girl for me?” he asks, towering over me.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he smirks.
“Take these off for me,” he whispers.
His voice is like a lighter, igniting the flame in me and my need to fuel it. I do as he says, and slide my thong off, kicking it onto the floor somewhere. He roams over my body. “Sit up.” His eyes are dark and full of lust.
Obeying the order, he stands in front of me. “Be a good little whore and pull my cock out,” he says, catching me by surprise.
Who knew boss man was such a freak?
Pulling my eyes away from his, I start unbuckling his belt.
“Look at me,” he demands. My eyes lock with his while unbuttoning his pants. I bite my lip and slide them down .
His cock is hard and stands up waiting for me to wrap my lips around it. I look at it and lick my lips as he watches me. He’s big and I wonder if I can fit him in fully, but that makes all the fun. A challenge I will gladly take on. I smirk, and wrap my hands around the base, causing him to hiss- sending a wave of satisfaction through me. I run my tongue over his tip where pre-cum has begun to leak. I moan as I taste him, and then I put my lips over the top and take him in deep. He groans above me, and his hands find my hair. He wraps my hair around his wrist and starts fucking my face. When he looks down at my tear-stained face, he groans louder.
“God damn, Blair,” he says, breathily.
I start moaning as he roughly grabs my hair and fucks my mouth.
“Good girl, take it all.” He shoves my head all the way to his hips and holds me there. I feel him down my throat. He pulls out with a pop and throws me on the couch on my back. My pussy is soaked, and my clit is throbbing. I bite my lip as I stare up at the tattooed danger waiting to rip me in two and I so desperately want him to.
He spreads my legs and gets in between them. Leaning over me, he smirks. A tear runs down my face and he follows it with his eyes. He whispers, “I am going to give you the best fuck of your life. You’ll be begging for more when I am through with you.” He starts kissing my neck.
The anticipation of that has my heart pounding and my pussy throbbing. He trails his tongue down my neck and to my nipples. He wastes no time, sucking one into his mouth, while rubbing and pinching my other. I arch my back and moan.
“I bet you sound so pretty when you cry,” he whispers and then bites my nipple. I cry out and he smiles.
I watch him make his way down my stomach and to my clit. He grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders. I hold my breath, waiting for the pressure I desperately need. He blows on my glistening clit. “Oh, god.” I bite my lip.
“You’re so wet. Do you want me to make you come, Blair?” He asks.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Ask me,” he says, as he starts kissing my inner thighs.
I moan. “Will you make me come?” I whisper, my heart is pounding the hardest it ever has.
“Say please.” He blows again on my aching clit.
“Please, make me come,” I beg without hesitation.
He blows again and I lift my hips to his face. His sexy chuckle sends a wave of need rushing through me. I feel his hot breath on my clit and then his tongue. I moan out, “Yes, oh god, just like that.” I try to stay still but my hips buck automatically when he starts sucking on my clit.
He leans up and brings two fingers to my mouth, “Open up and get them wet for me.” He demands.
His other hand moves to the sensitive spot between my thighs and begins to rub tight little circles, making my whole body light up in flames.
I open my mouth and soak them in my spit for him, “Good girl,” he praises, and my pussy reacts to it.
His mouth replaces his teasing fingers on my swollen clit, and then he slips two inside of me. “So fucking wet,” he says, kissing my pussy.
He sucks and nips at my sensitive skin while fucking me hard with two fingers. He curls them, hitting that sweet spot that makes me gasp. He keeps moving them in and out, hitting that spot over and over again.
“Oh god,” I moan.
I feel the build of my orgasm, as he hits the spot that has me seeing stars again, and it sends me over. He doesn’t stop, forcing me to ride out my orgasm as it surges through me .
He sits up and runs his fingers over my bottom lip, coating it in my own juices. “You taste so good, why don’t you see for yourself? Clean them off for me.” He orders, slipping his fingers in my mouth, and I clean them off.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Blair.” He leans in and kisses me.
His tongue slides against mine, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue all over again. “Such a good girl.” He praises me again and I bite my lip.
He reaches down and pulls out a condom. When he gets it on, he positions himself at my entrance. As soon as the tip is in, there is a loud bang outside. I tense and we both look at each other.
“Did you hear that?” I ask and he nods.
Then there is a movement outside the window that catches our attention. “Get dressed,” he says, standing up and pulling out of me.
I nod and rush to the kitchen to get my dress and slide it on. Another loud sound from outside makes me jump. He looks at me to make sure I’m dressed and then turns towards the door, grabbing the bat I placed there when I moved in.
Anything to make me feel safe, I suppose. Although now that I’m in this situation, I don’t know how that would fucking help me. I’m too afraid to even open the door.
“Maybe we should call the police. Whatever's out there can’t get in,” I say, biting my nails. Just then, I hear a noise behind me and freeze.
All signs of alcohol gone from my system. I turn towards the kitchen. I never open that window and it’s wide open. Why did I not think about that earlier when I felt the breeze? So fucking stupid, Blair! I run to the kitchen and shove it down with a slam. Locking it, I back up slowly .
“I never open that window,” I say more to myself than to Alex.
“I’m going to check. Stay here,” he says, and I shake my head.
“No, please,” I beg.
“If someone is out there, I have to scare them off. It’s probably just a kid playing a prank.” He tries to convince me, but I know better. Kids don’t come out here, especially not this deep into the woods.
I remember the door crashing open yesterday, and I shiver. The figure outside my window, I know I saw someone out there. But, I waved it off as an animal or a tree limb. Before I can protest again, he opens the door and I hold my breath.
Nothing is there. He looks around, and then back at me. “Shut and lock the door. I’m going to check around the house just to make sure.” He turns around and I scream.
Something ran across my porch, and it was huge. He looks back at me and smiles. “It’s a raccoon,” he says, dropping the bat to his side.
My heart is in my throat, a tear slips down my face. “Hey, it’s ok. It was just-,”
Something pulls him from the door and my body freezes. I hear fighting and curses. I force my body to move, and I run to the door and see a tall figure dressed in black- beating the fuck out of Alex.
“Hey! Stop! Let him go!” I scream, and the tall figure lands one more hard punch to his face, knocking him unconscious.
He turns to me now; I can’t see his face because of the black hoodie and pants he wears. I gulp when he fully turns his body to me. I take a step back, and he tilts his head and takes a step towards me. I take off running back inside, slamming the door. But before I can lock it, it bursts open. It causes me to jump and fall my ass. I look up at the tall figure that takes up the whole door frame, and another scream rips from my throat. I crawl backward as he stalks towards me.
Get up! Run!
I stand up and turn to run, but before my feet can even move, he grabs me by my waist.
“Let me go! Please, let me go!” He says nothing, as he holds me in place.
Tears fall down my face as I tremble under his hold. He holds me so tight against him, I can’t even wiggle free. My back is pressed firmly against his chest, he’s not even breathing hard. Like what he did is a normal occurrence for him. I feel his free hand on my leg. His fingers trail up my thigh slowly. I am now very aware that I have no panties on. I gulp and struggle harder.
“Please, don’t!” I plead, again, but this time his hand moves from my waist to my throat. He tightens his grip, constricting my airway. I feel him press his lips to my neck. I can’t move, I can’t breathe, and his grip is so tight it hurts.
Before I can think of what to do next, he’s gone. I collapse to the floor, gasping for air. After a few minutes of trying to pull myself together, I get up and look out my door. Alex is gone and so is the stranger who broke into my home. I back up, slam the door, and lock it.
I grab my purse, open it get my phone out, and call the police. I am already regretting this and it’s not even morning yet.