Page 23 of Just One Night
Knox: Tell me why. Am I the first?
A long pause makes me anxious as my driver heads through the clogged streets, heading for my place a few blocks from the park. Spotting a woman selling flowers, I call him to stop so I can choose some for Ella. I choose the pretty wildflower and daisy bunch, tossing an extra twenty her way when she claims they're not the best of the bunch.
“They are for my girl.” I wink at her as she flushes. A ping on my phone makes me flush too as I duck back into the car and we pull back into traffic.
Ella: Yes, you are. Something about you...makes me want to give you control. Did it before once but he just....controlled how I lived. Not how I felt.
Knox: He is why you came to New York? He hurt you.
Ella: Yes.
That yes cracks something inside of me. Someone hurt her, made her sacrifice herself but never gave her something in return. I want to hurt whoever hurt her. Want to show her I can give her everything. Starting with pleasure.
Knox: I want to control you, too. Your pleasure and your pain. Want to take from you things I never wanted to take before. Would you let me do that, baby?I rub a hand over my cock as I watch her message dance, waiting for her yes or no.
Ella: Yes. Sir. I want you to, too.
Knox: Tonight. Will you do whatever I ask?
Ella: Yes Sir.
Knox: Right now?I want proof she wants this as bad as I do.
Ella: Yes, Sir.
Knox: Take your panties off. Show me that pretty cunt with your fingers deep inside it. Right now.
We reach my place and I bolt from the car, giving my driver instructions to be ready to go at a moment's notice. Once the doors close on the penthouse elevator, I have my cock out, stroking the aching length as her message pings. I grunt when I see exactly what I've been craving for days.
Ella's pussy. Bare. Two fingers inside the wet slit, her panties gone beneath her tiny leotard skirt. Fuck me. I want that sweet honey that's coating her folds on my tongue. Stroking myself to the image, I give her more directions.
Knox: Video. Take a video of you rubbing that pretty pussy. I want to hear how wet you are. Want to hear you calling my name.
Never needed someone to want to please me the way I do with Ella. Sinking into the couch in my large living room, I pump my cock as I wait for her to obey. Thinking of her doing just what I say has me so hard, so needy for her I can barely stand it. Until that message pings.
Holy fuck. My Ella did more than obey my command.
Spread out before a mirror in a dance studio, Ella is naked. A fucking vision with her perky little tits tugged free of her bodysuit, a hand palming one of them as her eyes fix on the mirror. With her phone aimed between her legs, her fingers pump rhythmically at her soaked slit, her hips bucking as she fucks herself for me. Crying out my name, it takes just a few pumps, a few rubs at her clit before she comes hard.
“Jesus Christ you're beautiful.” I grunt as I pump faster so I can come as I watch her smirk at the mirror. Before cutting video off, Ella gives me one more gift.
“Thank you, Sir.” Oh Christ.
I am done for. Fucking owned.
Coming hard, I spurt everywhere, ruining my four-hundred dollar shirt. And I don't give a fuck. I tear it off as I pant for breath, tapping out a response to my filthy good girl.
Knox: Good girl. Made me come so hard, baby.
Ella: Me too. Now, feed me.
Knox: Oh I intend to feed you well, beautiful. Pick you up in an hour. Don't bother with panties. I am hungry too.
After a quick shower and a call to my favorite restaurant, one I hope she will like too, I rush back down to where my driver waits. With my flowers in water just like I asked. He's getting a fat tip tonight. We drive towards the studio Ella gave me the address to, my spirits soaring. Once we pull up, I can barely wait to get to her, but I do my best to play it cool.
Think I fucking fail. Because I see her stepping out into the late evening sun, my heart thundering as she tips her head to the sky. Fuck, she's a beautiful woman. How she embraces things makes me want to give her the world. Starting with my tongue between her legs, a delicious meal and an entire night inside her again.
“Look at you,” I call out from the curb, leaning back against the car, “Always so beautiful. Come here, baby.” I push from the car to meet her half way even as she obeys without hesitation. Making my dick twitch.
