Chapter 5
GRIFFIN
I’ve had women. God, have I had women.
I consider myself a master of female pleasure.
I know the anatomy, the psychology, the precise pressure points that send a woman to the moon.
Usually, I use those places to manipulate and coerce their orgasms so that I have their total obedience and devotion.
I love the way a pussy clenches around me when a woman is locked in, completely at my mercy.
But with Selena, it’s different.
She is tight and warm, but more importantly, she is so new to this kind of physical intensity that her moments of delight set fire to the depths of my cynical soul. Her sexual satisfaction has become my all-consuming need.
“Griffin,” she cries out, saying my name like a prayer.
“Yes, love. Just let go. Give over to it,” I growl, encouraging her toward her third orgasm. I am dangerously close to exploding myself.
Before we take this to the point of no return, I manage to pull a condom from the bedside drawer.
As per usual, they don’t have the correct size.
In the penthouse suite I’ve rented, I have my preferred custom-fit protection, but we are in the moment, and the primal need to be inside her outweighs my logic.
I can't be bothered dragging Selena upstairs right now.
I rummage through the drawer, tear open the standard "large" packet, and roll it onto my painfully aroused cock.
I sink into the best pussy I've ever felt.
I knew when I first saw her that she was a knockout, but as we fuck on this velvet bed with the New York night sky overhead, I am in absolute bliss.
I'm also not going to last long. She’s flushed and euphoric beneath me, and my balls are tight and heavy. My cock is so rigid I feel like I’m made of steel, ready to unload the most intense release of my life.
I thrust into her, the rhythm frantic and desperate. I kiss her soft, sweet mouth, swallowing her moans. She clamps her hands around my neck, pulling me down so that our bodies are flush against one another.
In that moment, my control snaps.
“I’m going to cum,” I rasp, gripping her hips to angle away, intending to pull out before I blow.
The only problem is, she shatters just as I do. Her pussy seizes around me, milking me so tightly I’m stuck in the vice grip of her pleasure.
“Ah!” she cries out, a sound of pure release.
I know she’s not thinking rationally, and frankly, neither am I. In a desperate attempt to free myself, I thrust deeper, trying to get some leverage. But the friction is too much. I feel the distinct pop of latex giving way.
The ill-fitting condom rips, spilling everything inside the goddess I’m worshipping.
What I should have offered this woman was a polite drink and a ride home. Instead, I’m buried balls-deep, shooting load after load inside her. When the constricting tightness finally eases and warm wetness surrounds us, I realize I am fucked. Legitimately.
I finish, holding my weight on my forearms, panting in ecstasy as a sweet, lazy smile widens across her face.
“Wow,” she breathes as I gently pull out of her.
“Wow is right,” I confirm, my voice rough.
As I pull the destroyed rubber off my softening cock, the reality hits me. Dripping down her swollen pussy is the evidence of my negligence. I chide myself for not putting a few of my own condoms in my jacket pocket.
“I’m sorry, love,” I say quietly. I'm pretty sure she's not aware of what just happened. She's just glowing, staring at me with starry eyes.
“What do you mean?” Suddenly, her expression shifts. She senses the shift in the air as I reach for the water bottles on the side table.
“You need water,” I say, dodging the immediate confession.
She sits up, taking the bottle. She looks down at herself, then at me. Her face morphs into shock. “Did you...?” She swallows hard.
“The condoms they provide aren't really big enough. It broke. I'm terribly sorry.” I run a hand through my hair. “Are you on some kind of contraception?”
I'm dreading the answer. She was going to get married yesterday; surely that means she’s prepared?
“No,” she whispers. “We used the rhythm method. Landon wanted kids—a bunch of them—so we weren’t using protection.
I thought I’d just have one, because I’m still planning on going to law school.
I figured as soon as we had one, he’d settle down.
He was very ‘You’re my woman, I want you to have my children.
’ Sort of like a caveman. But so is his dad. ”
She’s rambling in a rapid monotone, clearly in shock.
“It’s not a worry,” I say firmly, cutting through the panic.
I open the drawer again and retrieve a small black box tied with a satin ribbon. A gold label on the lid reads Peace of Mind.
“Inside is a morning-after pill,” I explain, handing it to her. “Since I’m the one who drafted the legal framework for this club, I insisted Madame provide them in every room. They are the safest and most effective on the market.”
I feel horrible ruining the afterglow with emergency contraception, but being an accidental father with a woman I just met would be infinitely worse.
She takes the box and opens it with trembling fingers. “I guess I should,” she says softly.
All the sweet joy she just expressed drains from her face as she reads the instructions and dry-swallows the pill with a swig of water.
“That should do the trick,” I say, trying for lighthearted but sounding like a complete asshole.
“I should probably go now.” She begins to button up her blouse, her movements jerky.
“Selena.” I stop her hands, covering them with mine.
“No. It’s nearly three in the morning. I don’t want you out on the streets, even if your place is only a few blocks away.
I’ll have someone take you back in the morning.
Come to my room. Get some rest. You’ve had a hell of a day.
I have a big bed and a steam shower. Let’s finish our night properly. ”
I offer her a smile, realizing with a jolt that I truly want her to stay. The thought of her leaving right now makes me inexplicably sad. I don’t expect to see her again after tomorrow, and yet, I’m not ready to say goodbye.
“Okay.” A single tear drips down her face as she nods.
“Listen, I’m very sorry. I should have been better prepared. If something happens—which it won’t—I’ll give you a way to reach me.”
I hate myself in this moment. Every word out of my mouth confirms what I am: a monster. A careless dick.
“It’s okay. I’m sure whatever I just took works.” She glances at the black box. “It’s not your fault.” She gives me a plastic smile. It’s brittle and fake, and I hate it.
“You deserve better than me,” I tell her honestly.
“And better than him. Out there is a man who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You are a gem, Selena. Don’t forget that.
Now, come on. I’m going to take you to my suite.
We’ll have a shower and a nap before the sun comes up. Sound good?”
She nods again, overwhelmed.
When we are decent, I press the payment button on the app, covering the meal and the time. I open the curtains and escort her through the bar, which is now fairly silent, most of the beds concealed by their own privacy drapes.
She's quiet on the walk to the elevator.
We aren't lovers going back to our room; we’re strangers who had one really amazing fuck that ended in a medical emergency.
That's all I was looking for tonight, but I feel a strange pang of regret. If I had been with a woman who frequented Madam’s, she'd be smiling and bouncing all over me, hoping for a tip or a favor.
The women I usually sleep with aren't whores, but none of them turn down the gifts I offer. If any of them had rocked my world as completely as Selena did, I would be buying them a car tomorrow.
I watch Selena as we ride the elevator up three flights. I lean over and kiss her softly on the lips, just because I think she needs it.
“This is a lot to process,” she says, offering me another weak smile. “But you’re amazing. Thank you for such a nice evening.”
“You’re the remarkable one, Selena. Tonight has been lovely,” I assure her. “You are perfect.”
The elevator doors slide open. I press my hand to the small of her back, guiding her down the hall to the double doors at the end. There are only four suites on this level. I swipe my key card and push the door open.
Selena’s mouth drops open.
The suite is opulent—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline, Italian marble floors, and a bed big enough to sleep a family of five.
“You rented this room just for the night?” Her awe is as innocent as the rest of her.
“It’s my usual room. I rent it whenever I come.” I turn her to me and kiss her forehead. “Do you want a shower? We can wash the night off us.”
I worry it sounds like I want to wash her off me, but nothing could be further from the truth. Honestly, I’m hoping she’ll let me have her again. Standing this close to her is making me hard all over again. Taking a shower together might prove that I’m still very much into her.
“Sure, if that’s what you want. I can take a shower after you.”
She’s all polite Midwestern girl charm now. She knows how to put on a church-face. She can hold someone's attention with a pleasant mask while hiding the turmoil underneath.
I'm not surprised. I showed her my true colors—careless, dangerous—and they obviously disturbed her. But I’m selfish. I don’t want this to be our last interaction.
“I thought maybe we might shower together. It’s big enough for two, and I want to wash you. I’ve probably left you a little sore, so I want to take care of you.” I rub my hand down her arm. “I get the feeling that you’re a tad regretful, so I want you to know that tonight was very special to me.”
“How could it be?” She bites her lip again.
I take a deep breath. “This isn’t your world. I know that. I’m pretty sure I’m only the second man you’ve ever been with. You are an angel that fell into hell... but hell is fun, Selena. I hope you had a good time. I might be a monster, but I can be nice for a few more hours.”
I give her a soft, sensuous kiss, and she melts against me.
“Okay. I’d love a shower.” Finally, her real smile returns.
I undress her slowly, worshiping the skin I’ve already claimed once tonight. I turn on the water and make out with her while we wait for the steam to rise.
My cock is twitching, rigid against her belly. There is no denying my arousal. Selena’s eyes drop to it, and when she looks back up, her gaze is heavy-lidded.
“He likes you,” I murmur against her lips.
She’s flirty again. “He looks hungry.”
“He is. I am. You’ve already taken the pill, and I’ll pull out this time, I swear. Just so we don’t get tangled up in anything else.” I gently guide her toward the massive walk-in shower. “Or... we can just kiss.”
She kisses me first, grabbing my neck. It’s a bold move for the evening, as I’ve been the one leading the dance until now.
“Just be gentle with me,” she whispers.
She’s the sweetest creature alive, and I am going to ruin her in the best possible way.