Page 8 of Empowered
Chapter 3
The first big thrill came whenever a man lowered every sexual defense and made himself available to Sarah. The second came when he kissed her, touched her with severe intent, or otherwise made his physical needs for her known with an open invitation to do as she pleased.
The other thrills came later. Right now, Sarah was enjoying the second thrill and the way it fueled her self-destructive desires.
No man in this club went into a private room with a woman and walked out before fucking her.No man.Or at least no men Sarah had witnessed. They certainly didn’t get away with that with her. From the moment that door closed, she went into a mode she never wanted to walk away from.
Angel helped get her there, but it was Sarah who enjoyed most of the benefits.
So even though Sarah wasn’t surprised when Lucas kissed her, she still fed off that thrill that took her to another plane of hedonistic existence.
She didn’t care about his motives. That was his business. She was here to have a good time and reset her poor brain so she could go back to work Monday morning. Maybe the way she went about it wasn’t the healthiest, but she rationalized that it was better than drinking or taking up some of the more addictive drugs that were ubiquitous among the rich. The Monroes didn’t partake in those kinds of illicit activities, but Sarah knew how to easily get them. She could go down that harrowing direction whenever she wanted.
Besides, sex was more fun. What was better than setting her sights on a man and getting him to want her back? Men, even the rich, powerful kind, were surprisingly easy. Back when she (unfortunately) dated her boss’s father, she thought his fancy in her was only because of easy access. Yet when Sarah decided to take her sexual fate back into her own hands, she was pleasantly surprised at howeasyit was to get almost any man she wanted to fuck her. As Angel, of course. A blond wig, fancy lingerie, and enough makeup to transform her face was enough.
“No funny business, right?” Lucas pulled his lips away from her solely to ask that question. Darn. Sarah’s hand had been on the fast track to his zipper. One of her favorite parts was discovering how quickly she could get a man hard. “I don’t like being lied to.”
Did he need more convincing even after kissing her? Sarah needed to wear more enticing lipstick. “No surprises that you couldn’t possibly like, sir.” She pulled her coat off, letting it drop to the floor and obstruct her way to the only couch in the room.I wore the perfect underwear tonight.Lace caressed her ass as it sashayed away from Lucas’s hungry blue eyes. “I’m not asking for anything except your time and undivided attention.” She knelt against the couch, one hand pulling down the right cup of her bra. If a breast and a hard pink nipple couldn’t get this man all over her, then perhaps Mr. Lucas was a lost cause and Sarah was better off setting her sights on someone else. “And maybe some pleasure. I’d hope that feeling is mutual.”
To be fair, she had come on fast and strong. Perhaps it wasn’t a shock that Lucas approached her cautiously, even though his tense muscles flexed beneath his – loosening – suit. He started with his tie, which quickly joined Sarah’s coat on the floor. “I knew I was asking for trouble when I came to a place like this. Just thought I’d have to work a bit harder to find a date that didn’t want money.”
“And what if I did?” Sarah’s bra strap fell down her shoulder. She briefly checked her wig to make sure the pins would keep it in place should Lucas decide to get extra handsy. “Would this be worth that five grand?”
Lucas didn’t answer that with anything but a smirk. Sarah decided that was ayes.
“Don’t you want to come touch me?”
“You don’t waste any time.”
“Because I know what I want.”
He fingered the fallen bra strap, his heavy gaze never leaving her visage. Most men would have divebombed straight into her cleavage without a care for the woman possessing it. Sarah didn’t usually care. Having someone go against the usual almost made her care.
“You sure do.”
“Stop thinking about it and do it.”
“Do what?”
Sarah matched his devilish smirk. “Whatever you’re thinking about.”
“Oh, Angel, if you knew what I was thinking about, you wouldn’t look at me like that.”
“You might be surprised.”
Did she need to bend over and stick her ass in the air? Did she need to rip off every single piece of clothing – on both herandhim? Did she need to finger herself to get her point across? Because the longer Lucas teased her, the more she wanted him.
“Have a seat.” She hopped off the sofa and gestured for him to take her place. While he removed his jacket and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, Sarah continued, “Then I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Within mild moderation.” She grinned at the prospect. “Verymild.”
Lucas sat, legs spread open and hands to himself. “Dance for me.”
Sarah raised her eyebrows. “Hm?”
“Entice me, Angel. Show me what I get if I decide to pleasure myself with you.”
