Chapter 5
Hayes
Iswipe the key card to the room in a hurry, exhale a large breath as I step in and pull my t-shirt over my head, depositing it on a chair.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” I ask the empty space like it will answer.
I recognized her immediately. The tiny little thing from the wedding. I have no clue who she actually is, nor do I know her name, but damn if her sass didn’t make my dick uncomfortably hard. Which was a welcome distraction from my ruminations over the past couple of hours.
She’s not my type, with her petite frame and shoulder length brunette tresses.
Her tits appeared to be not much more than a small handful but damn if I didn’t want to reach out and test the fit.
The same goes for her hard nipples that caught my–and my cock’s–attention.
If she were brave enough to take me up on my offer, I’d show her just how good I could make them feel with my mouth… and maybe a little teeth.
It’s the alcohol. That’s the only logical explanation. It’s clearly affecting my judgment.
Yeah. That has to be the reason for this strange desire coursing through me.
Or maybe my brain is simply in desperate need for a distraction in the shape of a fucking pixie.
Not like it matters.
The poor thing resembled a baby doe caught in very blinding headlights at my proposal. Those chocolate eyes of hers almost flew out of her head. I know I’m not an unattractive man, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting–just a little.
Her loss. She doesn’t even know the kind of fun she’s missing out on.
A light knock against the heavy metal door breaks the deafening silence as well as my inner thoughts. Christ. I’m even irritating myself tonight.
Not that I’m all that worried, but I–for some reason–decide to look through the peephole before opening the door.
Fucking hell. The scared little doe decided to come and play. She’s braver than I thought.
At least I hope that’s why she’s here.
I open the door to find her standing with her hip jutted out and her arms crossed.
“Nice to see you brought that little attitude of yours with you.” I probably shouldn’t taunt her, but she’s making it pretty easy and over the years, I’ve learned ladies love a little banter.
“You should know you’re not my type,” she spits out, her words hurried.
There’s a slight tremble to her chin that she’s surely trying to hide, but I clock it anyway.
She’s nervous and while I can sometimes be a dick, I don’t want her to be afraid of me.
I have no intention of hurting her. Unless we’re talking about losing count of orgasms. I’ve heard that some girls have a limit, although I’ve yet to find it.
“Yeah, you’re not my type either.” I extend my arm and offer her my hand.
She audibly sighs, then places her hand in mine.
The contrast of my hand dwarfing hers sends a bolt of electricity through me that goes straight to my cock, hardening it in preparation for what it knows is definitely about to happen.
She doesn’t speak, but allows me to pull her into the room. The door clicks shut behind her and she jumps.
Stepping into her, I lean down and whisper into her ear, “Relax.” My hands reach around to find the zipper of her dress and I drag it slowly down her back and over what my hands now notice is a very supple ass. “All this is… is a bit of fun. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
I rear my head back and assess her with a cocked brow. “Your body language says otherwise.”
“I’ve just never–” she starts before pausing and pulling her lip between her teeth.
Fuck. “Wait… are you a virgin?” Any other day, I would throw her on the bed and rip her virginity from her in the most pleasurable way possible, but tonight I have no interest in that particular kind of sex.
“For fuck sake, no!” she nearly shouts, rolling her eyes, annoyed with my accusation.
“I just… nevermind. Let’s just do this, okay?
I didn’t come up here to talk.” Before I can respond, she’s shimmying out of the confines of her sparkly, skin-tight, sexy-as-fuck dress and letting it drop to the floor leaving her in nothing but a black lace thong.
Alright, then.
Consider me put in my place. Also something I’m not used to, seeing as I’m always the one giving the orders. I have zero plans of letting her get away with that but my cock is hard as stone at the mouth–and tight body–on this feisty, little woman. There’s something I need from her first, though.
“Before we do this, I need your explicit consent.”
“You have it,” she replies too quickly.
My hands find her ass and I hoist her up.
Her legs instinctively wrap around my bare torso.
“That’s not what I meant. I think I enjoy your smart mouth more than I should, but right now I need you to shut the fuck up and listen to me for a minute.
Once I’m finished, I’m more than happy to live up to my end of the deal. ”
I walk her over and drop her against the still made bed. My skin instantly mourns the contact of hers.
She giggles as her body bounces and she falls back against the soft mattress. “You’re so bossy.”
“I know. Now sit up so we can have an adult conversation before we do this. I won’t lie. My cock is painfully hard right now, so the sooner you comply, the better.”
There’s that fucking giggle again. And why is it making me harder? “Did you really just say comply?” she asks with a fucking smirk painted on her face and a glint of mischief in her eyes. Still, she obeys like a good little girl.
My eyes roll at her jeering. “Will you just listen to me for a goddamn minute?” I feel like I’m talking to a child. “We need to talk about safety.”
“I’m on birth control and I have condoms in my clutch.” She pats her chest like she isn’t half-naked, then looks around the room. “Shit, where’s my clutch? I swear I brought it with me.”
My brows furrow as a strange sensation settles in my stomach at the thought of her running around the city looking for strange men to fuck. It’s hypocritical, I know, but it’s there nonetheless.
Focus, Hayes.
“I swear to God, woman. If you don’t stop interrupting me, I will gag you.”
Her eyes widen at my threat and she lets out a squeak. I cock my head to the side at the sound and she responds by squeezing her lips shut with a slight smirk. Fucking brat.
“It’s about fucking time.” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair before dropping into a squat before her and placing my hands on the bed next to her. “I need to know if there’s anything you don’t want to do, you don’t like to do or you can’t do.”
“You’re talking about limits, I’m assuming?”
I do my best to school my face. I own a kink club for Christ sake. Nothing should really surprise me these days, but the thought that this girl knows anything about limits and why a person would need them has my heart racing with the need to devour her… and possibly spank her.
“Yeah,” I reply simply. “I need to know what’s okay and what isn’t? You also need a safeword.”
“It’s Pikachu.”
My lips form a slight grin as my eyes close and I shake my head. “Do I even want to know?”
“Does it really matter?”
“No, I guess it doesn’t. Pikachu, it is. Now what about the rest?”
She pulls the corner of her lip between her teeth as she considers me.
I’m ready, Babygirl. Tell me everything.
She exhales a slow breath before answering. “I’m not a masochist.”
A laugh escapes me that this is the first thing she thought I should know. “Alright. I can assure you, I’m no sadist. What else?”
“No butt stuff.”
I cock a very curious brow. “Butt stuff?”
“There’s no way you look like… that and don’t know what I mean when I say butt stuff.”
How many times can two people say butt stuff in one conversation?
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I just find it curious you called it butt stuff,” I chuckle. Four times apparently.
Her hands fly out and slap me in the chest. “Will you stop fucking with me, already? Are we doing this or not? I promise I’ll use my safeword if I need to. I know how to use it. I’m not new at this.”
Fuck me. This is the second time she’s checked me and this never happens. Any other woman would have been on her knees and begging to suck me off by now. This tiny pixie of a woman couldn’t care less who I am and I think it makes me want her even more.
“Well?” Her voice is tinged with annoyance.
I stand to my full height and lower my sweats to the floor, allowing my very hard length to spring free right in front of her face. Her jaw drops and if I wasn’t so ready to fuck her through this mattress, I’d fill it.
“I have two rules. One… for the duration of what we’re about to do, you will call me Sir. Two… you don’t come without my permission. Do you consent?”
Her throat constricts slowly as she swallows, still staring at my dick. She eventually nods.
I run my hand down the length of my shaft to relieve some pressure. “I’m going to need you to use your words, Little Pixie. That’s the only way this is going to happen.”
Her eyes quickly lock with mine. “Yes, Sir.”