For Her Pleasure - Chapter Three

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Quiet conversation rippled through the bar. Much like the rest of the hotel, no expense was spared. The ambience of a luxurious playground was carefully crafted by countless designers. Low saxophone music echoed through hidden speakers. Discrete frosted screens separated warm leather booths. A shattered glass counter stretched all the way along one side of the counter. Veins of molten gold peeked through the cracks. Delicate glass pineapple chandeliers dotted the ceiling refracting prisms of light. They weren’t very functional but Vicki had to admit they were pretty.

Perched on a barstool beside the counter, Vicki smoothed a hand down the side of her dress and reached for her fruity cocktail. The heady blend was a perfect balance of strawberry and alcohol. She’s sipped her drink for a half hour and was convinced everything should be served with a cheerful paper umbrella.

“Waiting for someone?” A low familiar voice murmured behind her. Alex.

“Maybe.” Draining her glass she turned towards him. Vicki refused to make this easy for him. “Maybe not.”

Suppressing the urge to lick her lips, Vicki’s eyes devoured him. Alex pulled out all the stops to seduce her tonight. His hair was slightly ruffled, like he’d run his hands through his hair. Nervous? Anxious?

Apart from a crisp white shirt, a particular favourite of hers, the rest of his clothing was a rich midnight blue. Waistcoat, pants and a slim elegant tie. Formal and classy without being boring and stuffy. Notes of jasmine and sandalwood from his warm cologne teased her senses. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. When Alex was this close to her it made her feel light-headed.

With a grin, he leaned towards her. Waiting for her to reply. She hadn’t heard a word. Worse, she was staring.

Needing a distraction, Vicki fished the bright umbrella out of her drink and twirled it between her fingers. “You were saying?”

Something flashed across his face. Vicki knew that look. Satisfaction. He enjoyed her reaction to him. Far too much. Playful. Filled with a boy-next-door charm.

“Nothing worth remembering,” he murmured with a sly wink. He let the words hang in the air between them.

“You’re pretty. Too pretty.” With her elbow on the bar, she propped her chin on her hand and let her eyes roam over his body. With a single finger, she touched the knot at this throat and slowly trailed down along the buttons of his waistcoat. “You know, It’s not fair to everyone else.”

Alex smirked and drummed his fingers on the counter. “Buy a guy a drink first.”

“Want to know the worst part?” Vicki leaned back and let her eyes wander along his face and body. “You know it too. You’re a pretty boy.”

A half-smile curled his lips. “Been a long time since anyone’s called me a boy.”

“Perhaps,” she admitted, trailing a finger across her lips. “But with the right woman, you’d be a good boy.”

Alex looked away, a slow blush fanning across his cheeks. The cocky attitude melted under the scrunity of her gaze. She knew his cheat code. Besides, she didn’t need to play by the rules. They were her rules. All to be bent or broken as she pleased.

Alex clicked his tongue. He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up past his elbow. Taut muscles and tendons twitched with every flex. “And what about the wrong woman?”

“Easy.” Vicki tapped a finger on her chin in thoughtful consideration. “With the wrong woman you’d be the best boy.”

“Is that right?” he asked with an innocent swagger.

“One hundred percent. But,” she hesitated. “The wrong woman won’t let you go home. She’ll want every piece of you. Everything you are. Everything you hope to be. It all belongs to her.”

“I bet you know exactly what type you are.”

Vicki trailed a finger across her lips. “It’s a secret.”

“Always is.” Vicki crooked her finger at him, motioning for him to come closer. “I can tell you for a price.”

He quirked a brow. “Which is?”

“Obedience.” Her murmured syllables hung in the air between them.

Without a word Alex moved closer, leaning down towards her. His delicious cologne enveloped her. Vicki’s body warmed in anticipation. She couldn’t help herself. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she urged him closer to her. Her fingertips lingered on the nape of his neck. Alex gripped the counter with a white-knuckled ferocity.

“Me? I’m the worst kind,” she whispered, letting the thrill of teasing control ripple through her. She could whisper whatever she wanted into his ear and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Her mouth was dry, pulse thundering in her chest. Her thumb stroked the sensitive spot behind his ear. “I’m a sweetheart. I like making men do what I want. It’s easy for me. I don’t even have to think about it. You can’t resist. Your free will is an illusion.”

Her sharp nail lingered on his earlobe. “You never had a choice with me. I see it. I want it. I take it.” When Vicki pulled back as an intense blush colored his cheeks, a bold slash of red even tinged his ears. His shy response made her want to paint her lips across his body. He truly was her prey.

Alex cleared his throat and his tongue darted along his full lower lip. Vicki didn’t need to look to know his cock was at full throttle straining at his zipper. Throbbing, leaking and aching to be touched. Vicki closed her eyes. It will be too easy to give him. She wasn’t going to make it easy for Alex. Not tonight. She was going to do what she wanted. He was along for the ride. A willing victim for all her desires.

“Everyone knows about the praying mantis but the queen bee is truly rules above all. Do you know what a mating flight is?”

Alex raised his shoulder in a shrug. “Something fun?”

“Depends on your point of view,” Vicki said with a dramatic pause. “A mating flight is when a queen bee moves to a new hive and the colony follows. Male drones follow the queen’s trail. However,” Vicki held up a finger. “Mating means death. After an explosive moment of pleasure with the queen, he’s already replaced with another drone. The Queen bee leaves a trail of bodies behind her.”

“I never knew the honeybee had it so hard.” Alex clucked his tongue and sighed. “Mating with a dominant woman is a risky business.”

Vicki glanced at him over the rim of her glass and drained every sweet drop. She slid off the barstool, tilted her head and gave his knee a squeeze. “Follow me.”

Pushing away from the counter, Alex trailed behind her sharp clicking heels. Winding past the line of booths, Vicki reached for the glass doors. Holding the door open, she winked at him and followed him outside.

Overlooking the lake, enormous potted plants and iron tables dotted the patio. Even in the darkness, lights from the hotel danced on the water. Warm muted string lights criss-crossed above them in a romantic canopy. Out here together, they had the illusion of privacy.

Vicki kept her eyes on his face, reaching for his hand and guiding it to her shoulder. She brushed her fingertips along his wrist, to his chest and finally slid her hand down to his waist. With her other hand, she drew her fingertips across the rough lines of his palm and laced their fingers together. She started slow, shifting her weight from side to side in a gentle sway.

“You’re leading,” Alex murmured, giving himself over to her guidance.

“Yes,” she murmured with a firm squeeze on his waist. “I am.” They both knew he was helpless to follow her every step. Her every whim. Moving to their own beat, together they spun in a slow circle beneath the twinkling lights. Out here they were in their own world together.

Ever the gentleman, Alex was mindful and kept a decent distance between their hips. Vicki couldn’t stop herself from closing the distance between their bodies. She already knew what she did to him and she wanted to feel it.

Reaching up, Vicki drew a finger along his jaw, his chin and traced the shape of his lips. Twisting his slim blue tie along her knuckles, she tugged him lower. His eyes devoured her, intensely aware of her every movement. Their lips hung a hairs breath apart, she tasted sharp mint on his breath.Everything outside of them faded away.

Vicki always got what she wanted. And she wanted everything. Every single piece of him. She wasn’t going to stop with tonight. His body, mind and soul. Every piece of him belonged to her. And she in turn, belonged to him.

“Good toy,” she whispered with a smile. she slid her fingers along his waist and settled her hands across his back. Leaning her head against his chest, she pressed herself closer to him as his own hands dropped to her hips. Comforting warmth radiated from him. She needed to feel his skin under her nails. While she couldn’t strip him on the patio in front of all the guests relaxing in the bar, there was something she could do.

Despite all his efforts, Vicki slid her leg between his and kept pace with their gentle sway. Tension bolted throughout his body. His only response was a tightening of his hand on her waist. As Vicki pressed herself closer, she grinded against him for a few seconds.

Unable to hide his rock-hard arousal from her, Alex dropped his head to her shoulder. Letting all the pretense fall away. A low sound escaped his lips. She was pushing him and she loved every moment. There was nothing he could do to stop her. His reaction heated her body in anticipation. Every tease heightened the inevitable pleasure.

“Colour?” she whispered.

“Green,” he rumbled with a low growl. “Always green.”

“I like you saying it anyway. Making you admit. Vicki’s gentle fingers drifted along his cheek as she pressed a kiss to his neck. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Four (Part One)