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For One Night

By Vivian Blake

For One Night

Copyright 2021 By Vivian Blake

Smashwords Edition

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and more likely a dream converted into written format. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, though I’m sure they would be flattered, is purely coincidental.

Disclaimer: This book contains scenes of graphic sexual encounters between adults. Anything presented here is my interpretation of a BDSM/alternative fantasy story and not necessarily a representation of other's views or necessarily indicative of a healthy relationship. Proceed with reading at your own risk.

What in the world am I doing? How could I possibly think this was okay? Why did it feel so right when it was so wrong? Maybe that's why I want it. Maybe that's why I need it. I take a deep breath as I push open the car door, bracing myself for the chilly air that I knew would smack me right in the face. It's colder here than it is at home, though not by much. Even though they were calling for snow later, right now, it was just windy. I could feel the moisture in the air. I knew it wouldn't be too long before it started.

As I walked toward the building, I took in another deep breath. I had come this far. There was no turning back now. I came here for a reason, though at this very moment, I wasn’t sure the reason was enough. All I knew was that I would never get this opportunity again, and I couldn't let it . It was fate that I would be in this city at the same time he was. All I had to do was take the chance.

There were so many things that raced through my mind as I pulled open the doors and walked into the warm embrace of the store. What if I had made a mistake? What would he do when he finally saw me? What if he rejected my forwardness and sent me away? What if…

My thoughts stopped abruptly as I walked around the aisle toward the rear of the store. There he was. How did I know if I'd never met him before? I can't tell you exactly how I knew; I just did. Maybe it was the smile on his lips that I had briefly glanced at in a couple of photos. Maybe it was the not-so-subtle lit of the southern drawl in his voice as he spoke to the lady in front of him. Maybe it was how he carried himself that gave him the air of authority his job entitled him to. Either way, I knew it was him. My mind blanked with what I would say. What could I say?

I stood there frozen as his customer finished up. He followed a little behind her toward the front of the store. I held my breath as he walked closer, trying to conceal the terror I was experiencing and the trembling of my limbs. Then he looked at me and smiled. My heart melted the way it always does when we talk. As he walked closer, his smile grew bigger.

“Hi. What can I help you find today?”

I swallowed past the knot in my throat and moistened my lips. Say something, anything. My mind played the scene over quickly in my head. I had rehearsed this on my way here. Hell, the entire drive up. Maybe it was too subtle, but maybe not. I had to take the chance.

"I think I found exactly what I'm looking for, and I didn't even have to beg you for it. Not yet, anyway. I'm sure I will, but not until you tie me up first,” I said as I pulled at the bottom of my lip with my teeth, waiting for his response.

I knew the instant the realization of my words clicked as it spread across his face. There was humor, intrigue, and desire but not anger. I’d been afraid of that. He knew who I was now, and he didn’t seem to be upset about it, but he also said nothing; maybe he couldn't.

“Look, I know this is very unconventional and very unexpected. I understand if you want me to go. I probably shouldn’t have come at all… I just… maybe I should just go.”

I turned to walk out when he reached out and grabbed my hand. I turned back to him as he pulled me backward.

“No, wait. I just… I never in my wildest dreams expected to see you… here… or ever, for that matter. I’m off in,” he glanced at his watch. “About ten minutes. If you can wait-”

“Yes, I’ll wait!" I blurted out and blushed immediately.

He chuckled softly.

“I’m sorry. I would love to wait. I can just browse until then. I’ll be around when you get off.”

“Hmm… Will you?” he grinned.

I blushed even darker when I realized the implication of what I just said. I cannot believe I would say something so stupid. I wanted to die right there in the store. I took a deep breath before I turned to walk away.

"I think you know what I meant, but we can talk about that later," I managed out.

“So, where are you staying?" he asked, walking up behind me.

I turned to look at him, my nerves on edge. Truth be told, I hadn’t even considered what I would do past just meeting him face to face. I hadn’t planned that far ahead yet. I was a mess of nervous energy. I just wanted a drink or something to calm myself down. We walked to the entrance, noting that it was snowing now and not a few flurries.

“Um, I haven’t gotten that far yet,” I nervously replied

“Hmm… Alright, we’ll come back to that. Have you eaten recently?”

"Um, no. I could eat, I guess.”

“Good. That can wait a minute, though."

He pulled me to the side of the building and pushed me against the wall. His lips found mine quickly, and the warmth flowed through me so fast my head swam with it. He was gentle yet demanding. Pulled under by his need, I gave into my desires and kissed him back. By the time we pulled back, I could barely breathe.

“Are you asking me to dinner?”

“It sounds like you already agreed?” he smirks.

“Well,” I laugh. “I guess you got me there. Did you have something in mind?”

“Oh, yeah,” he says in a breathy voice.

I looked at his face then. I didn’t know his expressions as I’d never met him before, but I knew that look. All men have it. That look made the heat radiate through my cheeks even though the brisk wind blew around us.

“I… um,”

"We can talk about it on the way to my hotel," he said, taking my hand and pulling me to his car.

“Your… hotel?” I whispered.

“Yep. You can tell me what you want while we warm up from the cold.”

“Okay," I replied as we got into his car.

“Besides," he added, cranking on the car and pulling from the lot. “You’re going to need someplace to stay through the storm. I’m sure I can make room if you ask nicely, that is.”

He closed the door behind himself after he ushered me inside. It was a standard hotel room, nothing fancy, but it didn’t need to be. I still didn't know what I was thinking. It didn’t matter what I was thinking because I could see what he was thinking. We were attracted to each other, and we were alone in his hotel room.

He moved behind me so quickly I didn't know what was happening. He turned me with the smoothest motion, pulling me into his arms, his lips crashing on mine. My mind blanked of everything but him; his warmth, his scent, his taste. He was everything I imagined and more. There was so much behind that kiss, so many words unsaid between us. But neither of us thought of those now. Everything we had itted between us in the last few weeks came to the surface and into that kiss. I pulled back first, needing to catch my breath.

"Holy hell, that was better than I expected it to be,” I breathed out heavily. “How did I know you would be a good kisser?”

“Hmm… I guess you just know me that well,” he laughed.

“Indeed, I do," I remarked, taking my coat off and throwing it over a chair as he did his.

I stared at him probably a moment too long, but my head was still reeling from his kiss. I wanted more. The fire in his eyes told me he wanted the same.

Somewhere in the back of my head, the thought that this was wrong surfaced again, but I shut it down. I needed him.

I closed the space between us and kissed him again. Now familiar with his taste, I let my tongue do the talking as I hungrily took my fill. He gave back my intensity with his own, and I felt my legs trembling beneath me. My hands shook as they closed over the buckle on his belt. I had imagined this moment many times in my head, dreamed about it often. I would do anything right now just to be with him in the most intimate way possible. I pulled my hands back. I couldn't make myself take that last step. I wanted this so badly I was aching, my panties drenched with the thought of him, but I couldn't take that step. He sensed my hesitation and pulled from me.

“Too fast?” he asked, the kind look in his eyes overtaking the lust.

“Maybe just a little. I’m sorry. I-”

“You never need to apologize to me for what you feel,” he stroked my cheek then. “We have time.”

He took my hand and led me over to sit on the edge of the bed. I'll it that just the thought of the two of us sitting on the bed he slept in propelled my heart rate. I had to take deep breaths to clear my mind of the direction it was going. My head was cloudy with thoughts of what we could be doing right now, what I wanted to do right now.

“Can I ask you something?”

"You know you can always ask me anything. I thought you knew that?" he asked, brushing my hair from the side of my face.

“What was running through your mind when you realized it was me?”

“That I must have misheard what you said. But your voice. I would recognize it anywhere.” I blushed as he slid his hand over my cheek again. “And that you were more beautiful than I could have imagined in person.”

The blush spread across my face, my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I'd never been good at taking compliments and now was no exception. He'd told me he thought I was hot before when we talked, but hearing it in person is something entirely different. He stirred things in me I didn't even know were there. I stood from the bed and walked in front of him. I bent down on my knees between his legs and placed my hands on his thighs.

"Um… what are you… doing?" he questioned, apprehension on his face.

“Well, I assume that this is your favorite thing. Why else would you write it into every one of your books?” I asked, looking up at him from the floor.

He stared at me for a moment as if an internal struggle carried out in his head.

“While I it, that would be hot as fuck right now… You are not a cheap whore like the women in my books," he clarified, pulling me up from the floor. “Besides, if I wanted a cheap whore, I can find that anywhere.”

"Oh, well, I guess that's true."

"What I want right now," he said, pulling me next to him, "is the sexy sub in my room to stop thinking for a minute and just let go.”

He leaned in and kissed my lips softly this time before he turned down my cheek. He found that place on my neck that makes me squirm and kissed and sucked there for a moment as his hands found my breasts. The moan that I was holding in escaped, and he bit me then. I gasped in a breath as he moved back to my lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“I want you,” I breathed out as I reached my hand over to his lap.

It hadn't taken long, but I could feel him hard under my hand. He groaned under my touch, needing this just as badly as I did. I wanted him to take me, and I knew I would love every minute. I wanted to do so many things with him; the desire was overwhelming, and this night had to count if it is the only one we would ever have.

“Please…. I want you. I need you. Please fuck me,” I gasped as I stroked my hand over him through his pants.

"You sound like such a good girl when you beg," he growled in my ear as he lifted my shirt up and practically ripped it off of me.

This was progressing so fast, but I didn't want it to stop. I wanted fast, primal, and ionate. I needed to be taken and subdued, and he would give me that. He stood up and pulled the belt from his pants.

“This will have to do. It’s all I have.”

“For what?” I asked, though I already knew.

“For this.”

He grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, wrapping his belt securely around them as he pushed me to my back. The look in his eyes made me squirm on the bed as he slid down my body, trailing kisses as he went. When he reached the edges of my pants, he slid his fingers under and pulled them down, panties and all. He licked his lips as he stared up the length of my naked body for the first time. I could see how excited he was before he even pulled his pants down. I don’t know that there were words to describe what I was feeling at that moment. I was practically drooling at the sight of him. I’d imagined how he would be endowed but never had I imagined this.

“Oh, God. Please… I need you inside me,” I begged, squirming as I could already feel how wet I was.

“Do you need it?” he probed as he climbed on the bed between my legs.

I moaned as he teased my slit with his head, already glistening with drops of precum. I hope this would last or that he could go again later. We hadn't ever really discussed sex like that. Not really. I prayed we would not be over so soon.

“So badly. I want your cock in me. Please let me have it,” I begged again.

“Good girl,” he replied before pushing into my slick folds.

We moaned at the same time as he slid himself into me. I felt unimaginable pleasure as he pumped forcefully in and out of my pussy. He hit every part inside of me over and over again. His head perfectly coaxing that ripple of ion as he drove faster and faster. After only a few minutes, the whimpers flooded from my throat as I worked to keep my orgasm as quiet as possible. I didn't want to. I wanted to scream my pleasure for him and the entire world to know what he was doing to me. As if reading my mind, he slowed momentarily.

“Why are you holding it in?” he questioned. “I told you to let go.”

He clamped his hand over my mouth and started fucking me harder than before. I didn’t even know that was possible. With his eyes on mine, that dominant desire to give everything that we both wanted was enough to drive me over the edge again. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I did scream my pleasure for him that time as I watched him while I clenched around his cock as he brought me again and again. If time could stand still, I wanted it to at this moment. I never wanted this to end. But then, I wanted the ending just as I'd wanted the beginning. I knew he was close. I could feel the tension in his body a moment before it happened. When he erupted inside me, I swear I could see the stars. I had no words to describe what it felt like to have his cum splash over my insides, painting me with his seed. I let the need for this moment bore into his eyes as he watched me while he emptied himself into me. Nothing would ever feel this good again. I was sure of it.

He collapsed on the bed next to me, exhausted and spent. I knew the feeling. I pulled my hands down so he could untie me, for now. Whether he tied me back up again later would be up to him. I would give him whatever he desired, and somewhere deep down, he knew that.

We did order room service as by the time we had finished, both of us needed food. It was nice and cozy, like two old friends catching up. But we were more than that, whether either of us wanted to it it. We both knew it wouldn't last, but we were going to make the best of it.

After we ate, we sat across from each other on the bed and talked for a while. We never seemed to run out of things to talk about. We were just that comfortable. Why it had taken us so long to come clean was beyond either of us. There was just something holding back that we couldn't get over that edge. When it finally happened, it was like the floodgates opened, but it changed nothing.

My mind kept drifting back to his comment earlier as I stared up at him for the floor between his legs. What he didn't understand is that I wanted to give him that pleasure. It was something that I deeply enjoyed, and I wanted to share it with him. I was not leaving this hotel room until I gave him at least an ounce of what he’d given me. I crouched up on my knees, and leaning into him, I pushed him back onto the bed.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

"I know what you said, but I want this. I want to give you the pleasure that you've shown me. Please let me do this for you,” I begged him for not the last time tonight.

His body tensed at my plead, and I saw what that did to him underneath the robe he'd put on. What he didn't know was that just the thought had me soaked and practically dripping down my legs. I settled between his legs and pulled his robe aside. I couldn’t wait to taste him on my lips. If I was lucky, maybe I would get to taste him down my throat. I took his length in my hand, wrapping tightly around the base of his shaft. His eyes fluttered as I began stroking him, bringing him to full erection. I watched as the pleasure crossed his face, and I wanted to give him more.

I lowered my head slowly to his, inhaling his intoxicating scent. I stuck my tongue out and quickly lapped at his tip. His moans gave me more confidence. I licked up the entire underside of his shaft, from balls to tip, wiggling my tongue on the underside of his head. He fisted his hands in the blankets, and I engulfed him between my lips. I sucked on his head for a moment, letting his flavor seep into my tongue. I wanted to this taste forever. I slowly took more and more of him in my mouth with each bob of my head, applying suction as I went. He brought his hand up to the side of my head, grasping lightly in my hair.

“You are a very dirty little slut, you know that?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned around his cock.

He shivered under me while I continued to suck him in and out.

“God, woman. You are perfect,”

I pulled him from my lips again and traced my tongue around his head. I licked the precum from his tip as it formed, trying to hold my orgasm at bay. I watched his face as I took him in my mouth again, forcing myself as far down as I could. I'm no stranger to deep throating, and I took him all. It takes practice to swallow with a cock in your mouth, but I had been perfecting that little technique for a while. When I gently massaged his balls, his body tensed. Though I wanted him to shoot down my throat, I wanted him inside me more. I pulled him from my lips, an almost pained look on his face. He was right there.

“I know. That was rude. And as much as I’d love to swallow you, I want you inside me again,” I purred as I straddled his legs. “Can I ride you, darling?”

“Hmm… I should make you beg me,” he teased, stroking his cock for me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to beg me to let you?”

“Yes! Please… Please let me fuck you. I need it. Please…” I pleaded with him, the look in his eyes melting my insides. He knew all my triggers.

"Be a good girl and ride my cock. You want me to cum inside you again?"

“Yes, please!”

I slid over him, teasing him and myself before I impaled myself on his rod. He felt so good deep in my cunt I felt like he belonged there. I needed to cum so bad I ached with it. I started rocking over him, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, my juices dripping down over both of us. He placed his hands on either side of my hips, digging his thumbs in.

"Fuck, you are so tight."

“Mmm-hmm. Yes, Sir,” I moaned.

“I like the sound of that,” he chuckled through his moans.

I rode him faster than I ever had anyone before. I was so close, and I wanted to bring him again. I wanted to force him to paint my insides with his cum. I needed to feel it like my next breath. I pulled his hands up to my tits as I changed the angle of my ride. He didn't waste any time. He thumbed and tweaked my nipples, bringing me ever closer to that climax that I needed. I couldn't take it anymore. He must have felt me tense just a moment before.

“Cum for me,” he demanded.

I exploded at the same time he did. My pussy clenched his shaft, and my body bucked wildly on top of his. I could feel him pumping load after load of hot sticky cum deep inside me. I wanted all of it. I kept riding him until the wave finally ed, and he stopped jerking inside me. He released my tits, and I all but collapsed on his chest. He stroked my hair with one hand, the other lightly rubbing my back as we both regained our breathing.

We lay there so long I wasn’t sure if either of us had drifted off. I lifted off his chest to catch him smiling up at me.

“Hey,” he said lazily.

“Um… Hi,” I replied shyly. “Would you like me to get off you now?” I giggled.

"Only if you want to," he whispered.

I leaned down and kissed him again. A soft, sensual touching of lips. Gone was the territorial need we had when we first entered the room. Now it was just him and me and the attraction and gentle love that friends felt for one another. I searched his eyes for anything amiss. There wasn't anything. The desire was still there, but also contentment. We had both needed this more than either of us would ever it, probably even to each other. I rolled next to him and laid my

head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and even breathing as I drifted in and out.

“I know this was not how you intended to spend your evening. And I know this is just a one-time thing, but I hope I didn’t keep you from anything… important?”

I hadn't even thought about that before I came here. I hoped that whatever I had kept him from, he could forgive me.

“There is nothing else that I would rather have been doing tonight than spending it with you."

For one night only, we found the pleasure that both of us craved and never thought we could have. For one night only, we could give in to our desire and attraction for each other and satiate our unfulfilled needs. For one night only, I got to know what it would have felt like if he were mine.

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Other Titles by Vivian Blake:

A Morning to (Riley’s Submission Book 1)

Surprising My Sub (Riley’s Submission Book 2)

New Toys (Riley’s Submission Book 3)

Submitting to Him (Riley’s Submission Book 4)

A New Desire (Riley’s Submission Book 5)

The New Intern (Riley’s Submission Book 6)

Mistress for a Night (Riley’s Submission Book 7)

Sharing Eve

A Weekend with Lexi

My Unexpected Valentine

Irish Luck

Becoming His Bunny

Love Bites

Paranormal Seduction