Page 8 of One Night Seduction

“Then I’ll punish you.”

Why does my pussy pulse at the prospect of either scenario? Both sound good to me, but then again, the way his gruff voice rasps it out, I’m not sure if I can handle his idea of punishment.

Yet.

Dom releases his hold on me, scooping up my discarded dress before slipping it on over my head. I lift my arms, helping him so that he can slide the straps onto my shoulders. It feels like his form of aftercare, like he’s trying to restore me to theway I was when he found me. Unfortunately, the effort is futile. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after tonight.

He slowly pulls the material down until the hem meets my thigh. His fingers trace over my skin once more before he pulls the zipper up and takes an abrupt step away. I frown at the sudden move, watching him reach out to run his hand through my hair in what seems to be an effort to tame the chaos before dropping his hand. He gifts me with one last scorching glance that heats me from my head to my toes before he slips out of the room without another word.

Next week it is.

Chapter Five

Arianna

My fingers drum against my bare thigh as the car moves through the Saturday night traffic. It feels like I was just here, yet it also feels like it’s been months instead of days.

Excitement buzzes through my veins, sending butterflies fluttering through my stomach as that familiar corner comes into view. I thank my rideshare driver quickly before stepping out of the car and up to the entrance. I lift my shaking hand to the door, knocking when the doorman from last week opens it. I already have my mask on, but he must remember me.

“Welcome back,” he says, opening the door and guiding me down the hallway. Glancing at my phone, I notice the time. 8:58 PM.

The thought of being late crossed my mind for a moment. I debated if it would be worth losing whatever reward he planned for me in place of a punishment I would more than likely enjoy. I didn’t feel like taking that risk. Something in me didn’t like the idea of upsetting him, irritating him. I want him to be happy when he sees me. I want him to be pleased by my presence and punctuality.

That’s if he even shows up. When I told Cassi about my night on her birthday, she was ecstatic, begging me for a play-by-play, but when I told her he wanted to meet me again, she got a weird look on her face and told me not to get my hopes up too high. I couldn’t tell if she was saying that out of envy for not receiving an invitation back from the man she ended up spending her night with or out of genuine concern for my safety. Maybe a little of both?

Naomi wouldn’t give us much detail on how she spent the night. When I texted them that I was heading back to the hotel after Dom left, because honestly, I knew no one was going to compare, they both responded, saying they were staying for a little while longer. Apparently, the man Naomi was with gave her a ride back to the hotel. The only thing she would tell us was that she’s still a virgin. Seems like we all had an interesting night.

I’ve been trying to keep my feet on the ground all week, keeping in mind the very real possibility that Dom won’t be there tonight. Even if he plans to, life happens, things come up. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself, so if he doesn’t show, the blow doesn’t hurt as bad. The eagerness I feel when I step into that lavish lounge area has all remnants of sensibility floating away, though.

My eyes scan the room, attempting to be discreet despite knowing I fail miserably. My heart sinks when I don’t see him. Granted, we didn’t discuss a meeting spot or anything, but it’s now 8:59 PM. If he were waiting for me, he’d be down here. Right? Maybe I should look around in the rooms? See if he is there.

Fuck. No. You already exposed how out of your depths you are in this world. No need to portray yourself as a clingy psycho on top of it.

Despite how many times I mentally prepared myself forthis feeling, it doesn’t temper the sting that comes from rejection. Maybe he didn’t have as good of a time as he thought. Maybe he got here early and found someone more appealing, more experienced, just…more.

Slowly, I make my way to the same bartender from last week. He smiles at me in recognition before laying down a napkin in front of me.

“What will it be, sweetheart?”

“Tequila, please?”

He reaches for the tequila and a glass as I fidget with my red dress. I decided to switch it up from last week. This is one of my all-time favorite dresses because it has a built-in bra that easily adds two cups to my breasts. Pulling my hair over one shoulder, I can’t help but let out a disappointed sigh. Damn, I really hate how high I actually got my hopes up.

The bartender slides the glass in front of me, at the same moment, I feel a heady presence at my back. Two large hands cage me in, his firm chest pressing against me and a familiar deep voice rumbling in my ear.

“You’re here.”

My breath hitches before I look up to see Dom smiling down at me. My heart hammers in my chest, hope and excitement flooding me. He’s wearing the same black mask from last week, a similar black dress shirt, and black slacks. His brown hair is perfectly in place, and that delicious cologne is rolling off him, giving me an instant hit of dopamine.

“So are you.”

He slides his black card to the bartender who sets my drink down, all while keeping his eyes on me.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say with a shake of my head.

“Grab your drink and follow me. I have a surprise for you.”

I do as he says, grabbing the glass before Dom reaches out his hand and laces it with my own, leading me down a hallwayI haven’t been down before. We come up to a silver elevator just around the corner, and with a wave of a key card, the doors open and allow us inside. He presses the “L” button just as the doors close, taking us up what feels like several floors.

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