Page 85 of Give Me a Chance
“Room 2 is ready for you. You’ll find everything you need inside, and if you find yourself in need for anything else, you can contact us with the phone in the room.”
We enter the dark hallway. The music is quieter here, but my heart thrums in my ears, so I barely notice. When we reach the room marked with a number two, Matt unlocks the door.
The room is not what I expected. With its beige wallpaper, giant bed with expensive looking sheets, and fancy furniture, it looks more like a five-star hotel room than a room in a sex club. In the corner, there’s a dining room table for two carefully set, with plates and utensils.
“What’s this, Matt?”
“This is our date.” He shrugs, looking uncomfortable. “You said you aren’t a regular date type of girl, so I planned something else.” Something I’d be more comfortable in. My gaze lands on the black rope on the king size bed. I lift my eyebrows in question.
“We’ll be having a dinner and a show.” He clears his throat. “This is the show part.”
“Care to explain?” I slide my fingers over the rope, sitting down on the bed.
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MATT
My heart is beating out of my chest, nerves wreaking havoc on me. I thought this was a good idea, but now, I’m not so sure.
I clear my throat one again. “I want you to be able to trust me. And for that to happen, I need to show you I trust you...completely. So, our show tonight is up to you. I’m at your mercy. You’re the one holding all the power when it comes to me. You always were.”
She stares at me dumbfounded before her face stretches into a gorgeous smile. Her eyes turn dark, and relief floods me. She likes the idea.
“And the dinner part? Are you my dinner?” Her finger makes its way down my chest, directing the blood to my cock.
“Umm, if you want me to be. But we’ll eat dinner here later. Or before, if you’re hungry.” Fuck, I’m the one who planned all this, but with her watching me like prey, I’m not so confident.
“Oh, I’m hungry.” She licks her lips, and my cock is officially rock hard.
Pushing me back to sit on the bed, she presses her lips to mine, and I’m done for. My hands find their way into her hairas our tongues battle in a delicious rhythm. She pushes me away from her lips, giving me whiplash before starting to unbutton my shirt. My breath’s erratic while she undresses me, and not before long, I’m left in only my boxers.
“These will have to go, too,” she says, and I help her get me out of them.
She appraises me slowly, with hunger in her eyes. This is the girl I know. This is the girl I’ve fell in love with. The one that sees what she likes and takes it, making no apologies for it.
“Whatever I want?” she asks.
“Whatever you want.”
She takes the rope and studies it in her hands. Unspooling it, she grabs both of my arms, tying the two wrists together. The knot is messy and unsolid, but the message is clear. She wants me to keep my hands to myself.
“Down.” She points to the floor, and I drop to my knees before her.
Hiking her short dress up, she shimmies out of her black panties, throwing them on the bed. She approaches me, guiding me to her center, and I inhale her scent deeply, letting out a moan.
“Lick,” she commands, and my cock bobs between my legs. My tongue connects to her already wet pussy as I make my way from her slit to her clit. I’m missing the use of my hands, but she takes care of it holding me by my hair and directing me. Her heels make her a perfect height to ride my face, and being an object she uses to get off gets me even harder.
She moans and whimpers, and my own moans join as her scent overwhelms me. Her face contorts with pleasure while I suck and nip at her clit before thrusting my tongue into her slit.
“Fuck, Matt! Yes!” Her grip on my hair gets painful as her moans get louder, spurring me on.
On shaky legs, she rides my face to the edge, and when she falls over it, I lick her through it, cherishing every drop of her arousal before her body finally settles.
“Shit,” she says, a chuckle escaping her. I smirk when our gazes connect, arrogant about the way I made her come, but her own smirk is devilish in return.
“Don’t get cocky, baby. We’re far from done.” My bare cock twitches at her words, dripping with precum.
“Get up,” she tells me, her voice strict and confident. I scramble to my feet, making her smile before she pushes me back onto the bed.
