“Did you think I wouldn’t find out, Sarah?”
All the alcohol I had drunk that night sloshed through my veins. “I didn’t think… fuck, I didn’t think it’d be you.”
Isaac’s thumb wiggled on his phone screen, and the toy deep inside of me buzzed to life.
I gasped and grabbed the edge of the bar, trying not to moan.
“You come into my bar, playing these little games?” he teased, dragging his finger toward the top of the screen. “You never did give me a second look, did you?”
I moaned, squeezing my thighs together under my short skirt.
No, I had never thought it’d be him. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.
“Silly little bird.” He moved his finger back toward the bottom, and the vibrator motored down.
Suddenly I could think again, almost. The last of the night’s patrons were headed home, and the sound of traffic from 47th Street leaked back into the club for a second, before the metal door clanged shut on its ancient frame.
We were alone.
Or, more that I was alone with him. Alone with the man who had been teasing me all night.
Isaac.
Isaac. My friend, the owner of this club.
No, I hadn’t given him a thought. Nowhere in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be him.
He sat at the bar, and I stood several paces away from him, uneasy in this new-found knowledge.
“You’ve made it quite hard for me to concentrate tonight.” He smiled a wicked smile at me, inching his finger up, just a hair. “What do you think we should do about that?”
My breath came in little raspy gasps.
It had seemed like such a good idea – a one-time code to control my lush, sent out to my Twitter feed. It seemed like a safe bit of fun, what could go wrong?
I mean, a tweet’s half-life is only a couple of minutes, nowadays.
Only one person would get it. I tweeted where I was going to be.
I hadn’t sat at the Prohibition-era bar for long before I felt the first tiny vibrations. A warm blush crawled across my skin, with the knowledge that someone here, someone I didn’t know, was controlling the toy nestled deep inside my body.
I had looked around, trying to find a face, a knowing smile – anything that would have given me a clue as to who was in control of the toy.
No one.
I saw no one.
But the toy never let me rest, going up and down, teasing mercilessly. Hour and hour. Drink after drink.
Strangely, it was never enough to push me over the edge. Just enough to drive me mad with lust.
The hours had ticked by, and I felt my sanity drip down my legs. I thought about going to the ladies’ room and just shutting the damn thing off, but what fun would that be?
The vibrator sped to full power, jarring me back to the present moment.
“I asked you a question, Sarah.” Isaac swiped up repeatedly, causing the toy to bump against my cervix.
The sensation was very much like getting fucked.
I moaned. I did, and did not, want to close the distance between us. If I just kept my distance, our friendship was safe.
It was a stupid thought. Watching his face, it had already changed.
Sweet Isaac, always so polite. Never in my dreams would I have guessed that he would be the one driving me toward the brink of insanity tonight. I didn’t think he liked me like that. I didn’t think he liked anyone like that.
He growled and stood up, erasing the measure of propriety between us. I looked up at him, so tall, so deliciously dark. A noise escaped my throat as his fingers traced under my chin and tipped up my face so I could look at him.
I blushed.
“So pretty. Such a pretty little doll for me to play with.” His fingers brushed over my lips and pushed gently into my waiting mouth.
I had been thinking about this all night. A cock between my lips, as the vibrator buzzed tantalizingly inside of me.
Was it really him, though? Really Isaac?
The thought was so unreal.
“Have I melted your brain, little doll?” he asked, pushing up the vibrations.
I moaned and nodded.
He laughed, an evil tease sliding down my spine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted your sweet little body.” His thumb slid toward the top of his phone. “And I saw your tweet, and it was like a golden opportunity.”
I fought not to rub myself against him, with his fingers sliding in and out of my wet mouth.
In reality, I wanted to beg. I wanted to beg him to fuck me.
I was so close, and the knowledge that it was him – that it had been this man that had never once considered before – sent a shiver of tingles down through my body.
He withdrew his fingers, spreading my saliva over my swollen, needy lips.
I moaned, and he laughed.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Say it,” he said, his voice hard. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m…” I blushed harder. “I’m a needy little slut.”
He wriggled his thumb, smiling at me. “Of course you are. But you’re in trouble, little bird.” His smile widened. “And you don’t even know it yet.”
I felt my eyes widen. “…Why?”
He pressed his body against me, as his lips traced the line of jaw. I felt his free hand lift up the back of my skirt and cup my bare ass cheek, making me whimper. “Because you’ve distracted me all night from my patrons.” He kissed down my neck gently. “And now you need to be punished.”
“P-p-punished?” I squeaked, trying desperately to maintain control as he teased me.
“Mm-hmm.” He rubbed my ass. “Can you guess how you’re going to be punished?”
I mewled.
So close. The toy continued to tease me.
He spun me around and bent me over a bar stool. The room wobbled around me, and I grasped onto the legs of the stool to steady it.
“Good girl,” he said.
Good girl, his voice repeated in my head. For someone for whom I had never thought of that way, the words sounded so right on his lips.
Smack!
His palm connected with my ass, and I yelped and wiggled.
Smack! Smack!
I was so horny, the stinging pain melted into pleasure in a heartbeat. I arched my back for him, inviting more.
Smack-smack-smack-smack!
“Little slut,” he hissed. “You like this, don’t you?”
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