Chapter 23 Cade
Chapter Twenty-Three
CADE
The meeting with Thomas the next day goes about how I expect. Fine without a drop of surprise.
He seems to think he has me hooked on his club and on the possibilities of eventually making money, once the club fees are squared away.
The fees aren’t a thing I want to pay. Guest list as we do now is fine because there’ll be no record. He doesn’t want to have me all over his books and use my services for his gain.
But the meeting goes well, and the work for next week is set up.
I sweeten the deal by helping him with something else his actual IT department at his business office is shit at but is easy enough for my skills and any half decent hacker.
It also gives me the opportunity to poke about on the down low without him knowing, and even the brief look I have through fixing the issue with security tells me his legitimate business world, the one with a multi-billion-dollar household name above it, is all on the up and up.
I’ll be able to hack it later to poke about further if I need it.
When Vi gets home that night she’s distracted.
“Violet?”
The tone of my voice must get through to her because she turns, blinks, blushes, and looks faintly guilty. “I’m sorry, just distracted.”
There are two ways to deal with this.
One is to sit down and talk. The other…
I think I might prefer the other.
Without a word, I go to the bedroom, pull out the ruined stockings, the blindfold, and a tie, and I shove them in the pocket of my hoodie.
“Do you want to talk?”
“Not really.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.” I turn and just leave the loft.
I head to the nearest bar where I order a bourbon on the rocks
Then I pick up my phone, enter The Ghost’s thread with her, and text her.
Me: Put on the pretty summer dress. Blue. Floral. Right hand side of the closet. And the lace panties at the top of your lingerie drawer.
Okay, it thrills me she’s taken a drawer for herself…two actually. And she’s taken over half my closet and also has some clothes in the guest bedroom. The dress is in the latter.
Violet: Pervert.
Me: Careful with your words. I’m not above punishing you in public. There’s a nice rack of nails on a floor of a club I know. I might take you there, strip you naked and tie you to it and then force orgasms on you. Or I might just strap you to the St. Andrew’s Cross at The Dungeon…
Violet: The blue panties?
I smile.
Ghost: You’ll find out if you’re right.
Violet: How?
Ghost: Whether I punish you or not. You’ll meet me in the last row of the theater on Ludlow, they’re playing Betty Blue. Showing in twenty minutes. Be there.
And I put the phone down, facing up so I can watch her blow up my phone and then I wait for her to leave. I didn’t tell her to bring a coat, but a theater is cold, so hopefully…
If she doesn’t, I can give her my hoodie. I really don’t care. All I care about is playing with her in public.
Man who won’t leave her alone and molests her at the theater is my thought. She hasn’t outlined it as a fantasy, but it has all the elements my little glorious dark girl loves.
A stranger, in public, and being forced to orgasm.
Her phone leaves the building, and I pay up, then get up, and trail her there.
For a moment, I stand in the shadows across the street as she stands in the foyer, a light coat around her. It’s pretty, blue, and is clearly made for cool spring or even summer nights, the times where something light is needed.
She’s trying not to look around, and I smile.
Me: Buy a ticket. Sit in the back row. In the middle.
Violet frowns. Her finger hovers over the screen but she turns, stomps off to get a ticket and then she goes and buys some popcorn and soda and heads in.
I smile.
There’s something so gorgeously wholesome about her popcorn and soda purchase. I think it’s automatic, but it’s that perfect off kilter touch that makes my heart sing, and my dick throb.
The moment she disappears into the theater, I go in. Get my ticket and then I buy her some candy. A box of Milk Duds and Junior Mints.
Then I enter the theater.
I’m late enough that it’s dark and the ads are done, the movie beginning.
I look around, and then I make my way along her aisle, slow, deliberately, and then I push past her and take an empty seat four seats down from her.
The air shimmers with expectations.
Violet’s vibrating. It sings in the air.
The movie plays, one I chose specifically for the erotic sensuality of it, and the psychological drama in French.
I’m shallow enough to know the appeal of the French language and understand that it won’t interrupt anything I’m about to do to her.
It’ll enhance.
There are a few people scattered in the theater, but no one sitting in our row.
The idea we could be caught by someone coming in later than me, or someone using the bathroom or even turning around is tantalizing, and something my girl would be thinking about.
She glances my way.
And I move up, leaving one seat between us.
She’s gripping the popcorn like her life depends on it.
I pop a mint into my mouth then offer her one, reaching over and shaking it in her face, and she almost rears back, not expecting it.
“You look lonely.”
“I’m…I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she whispers.
I shrug and take a handful of her popcorn. Then when I’m done, eat a milk dud and sit back to pretend to watch the movie.
She’s not really paying any attention. Neither am I, but I wait until there’s a sexual scene, and I rub my cock.
I’m already hard, but it’s got nothing to do with the film and everything to do with the woman next to me.
I take the popcorn from her and move it to the seat next to me and add my snacks to it. I really had no intention of eating it. I just wanted to give the feel of making it seem real.
Then I move seats again, so I’m right next to her.
I take her hand, undo my pants, and put her hand in there.
I almost lose it at the involuntary squeeze she gives.
“What are you—”
“I don’t think your boyfriend’s coming.” I push up the arm of the seat between us. And then I coil a hand in her hair. “That’s if he exists. And I’ve seen how you look at me, like you want some. Movie got you hot, little girl?”
Her eyes lock onto mine.
She’s caught, trapped, gaze sparking with fear and lust.
I smirk. “Yeah, you want this.”
I pull her in and I kiss her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth. I’m making it as violating as I can without being distasteful and at first, she goes still and then she melts. Then she fights back.
It’s fucking perfect.
I grip her hair harder and pull back her head. “You’re going to suck my cock. Then I’m going to finger you, and then I might just follow you home and fuck you hard.”
“My boyfriend—”
“If your boyfriend exists, then he’s welcome to join in.” I give her a beat to use her safe word. “Anything to say?”
“No. No, I don’t want to…this is rape.”
“Not if you like it.”
Her eyes burn hotter as a mix of guilt and need stains her cheeks in the dark.
We’ve played before, but not quite like this. I’ve forced her in public, in her room, I’ve stripped her naked and made her walk down the street. But this dirty little game is different, and it’s thrilling me, too.
Her filthy urges are tangling with mine, causing something so potent I don’t think I want to ever escape from.
The air throbs.
“I could scream.” Her voice is nothing more than a moan.
“And my pervert friends in here might just join in. After all, what kind of girl comes to a film like this without wanting to be fucked?”
With that, I push down her head and free my cock.
Her hand is still there, and I push her further, so her mouth is on the tip of my dick.
Her tongue licks at the head, lapping up the precum, and fireworks shoot through me.
Shit, this was a bad idea. I’m going to find it almost impossible not to cum.
But as much as I love her blowing me, I’ve got better plans.
She slides slow, sucking me in, her mouth slipping over me, the softness and the heat of her so glorious, especially as she creates that perfect kind of vacuum.
I know I should stop, but I want more.
Without letting go of her hair, I push her down, so my cock hits her throat, kicking her gag reflex into gear, and it’s fucking dirty and divine the way the tiny contractions play on my cock,
I push her further until she starts to struggle and then further still.
Shit, her throat is tight, and everything’s gripping and sucking at my cock in that wonderland of her mouth, but I can feel the pressure building, sparking along my spine and skin, down to my tight balls.
I pull her up, and she gasps, and I pull her head back, going in close as I shove myself away.
It’s a little painful as I’m so fucking stiff, but I’m glad for it. A little hurt never caused damage, and it does the job of stopping me coming, which I’d have done if I’d kept her there longer.
I kiss her hard.
She’s gasping, sobbing a little even as she kisses me back.
I’m pushing her. Pushing her to the edges of her comfort zones.
This isn’t the play we’ve done in parks alone. Or under that tree. This is a little different, and it’s thrilling.
Or maybe it’s not and maybe the thrills just come from her. I’d probably be turned on sitting, watching the movie with her, that’s the honest truth.
And just slow fucking at home without playing games is more erotic than any experience with anyone else in my life.
But I like this game, so I don’t let go of her hair. I’m playing the creep who’s taking her agency, forcing her to do things, and she’s going to like them all in spite of herself. The good girl being violated and left shaking with orgasmic bliss.
Vi’s perfect little fucked up fantasy.
“Scream or make a fucking sound, and I’ll hand you to the other predators in here.” I make sure she looks at me.
I don’t wait for her answer as I let her hair go. Instead, I flip up her skirt and pull her leg over my thigh, parting her thighs. The little witch didn’t wear the panties.
And I catch the fluttering edge of her smile.