I needed a drink.
It wasn’t bad enough that my boss was riding my ass all day but he had to keep me back after work too. I’d completely missed the girls’ night out that I had been looking forward to for ages.
If I went home now it would be admitting that my life was as pathetic as it sounded. I wasn’t going to give my boss the satisfaction. In fact, I was going to have a great night.
I was pulling into the nearest bar before I even realized what I was doing. ‘The Pit’ didn’t sound like an appealing name for a bar, but it wasn’t like I frequented them often. Or at all, really. As long as it had alcohol, it would be fine.
As soon as I stepped out of my car, the first thing I noticed was the long line of motorcycles crammed into every available space. Nice ones too, all shiny metal and promises of thunderous power.
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I should have turned around right then and there. I wasn’t the kind of girl to be in a place like this. Especially not alone and especially on a Friday night which was usually reserved for a movie and ice cream at home.
“Just do it, Chelle,” I whispered to myself. My hand was poised on the swinging door, all I had to do was give it a push and I would be in inside.
But it was just a drink, right? I could have something light and then be on my way, satisfied I had been a naughty girl and stuck it to my boss.
The doors swung open.
Rock music from the seventies and eighties assaulted my ears. My sense of smell was the next to go, a waft of cigarettes, sweat, and cheap perfume. Nice.
There had to be a dozen eyes staring my way and tracking my every move. I hurried to the bar, taking a seat on the stool and clutching my purse to my chest. In my black pencil skirt and white blouse I was completely the odd one out. I didn’t have a stitch of leather on me.
A couple at a table closest to me were trying to eat each other. The woman – wearing little more than a piece of cloth as a dress – was sitting on the man’s lap. His big, hairy arms were around her, their lips locked in a slurpy fight to the death.
The image of one of these rugged, unshaven, lumbering men pressed against me popped into my head. I let it linger there for a few minutes, liking it much more than I expected.
My boss was a clean-cut, manicured metrosexual who run at the sight of manual work. The exact opposite of every guy in the testosterone fuelled bar. They would eat him alive.
“What would ya like?” The bartended tapped on the counter to bring my attention back from my little daydream.
“Uh… surprise me.” I didn’t know the first thing about ordering a drink. Somehow, I doubted the bar would serve a mimosa.
The bartender poured something clear into a glass and slid it down to me. “Enjoy.”
One sniff told me it was pretty much lighter fluid. I took a sip and set my mouth on fire, desperately trying to suppress the coughing fit it was invoking.
My gaze drifted around the bar again as I cradled the glass and delayed any further punishment. Any more than a few sips and I wouldn’t be able to drive home.
A bunch of guys were playing pool, not an inch of un-tattooed skin between them. Others were crowded around a card table playing what could have been Texas Hold ‘Em poker. Even more were just enjoying a laugh and their drinks.
All in all, ignoring all the motorbike get-up, it could have been any other bar. Just a bunch of guys and their girls hanging out after a long, hard day of work.
Without warning, one of the guys picked up another and slammed him onto the pool table. His hands wound around his neck, pinning him in place as everyone watched.
Okay, maybe not so much like any other bar.
I took another sip. I needed to get through my drink and get the hell out of there. What on earth was I thinking coming into a biker bar, anyway? Worse yet, coming alone? Madness, pure madness.
My gaze fell on a man standing off to the side. His chocolate colored hair fell down to his ears, a shaggy little bob. But it was his eyes that caught my attention. Crystal blue, as clear as the sky and the ocean and sapphires. They were studying everything, just like I was. His leather pants hung low on his hips, his faded T-shirt clung to what was probably a rippling chest.
He caught me staring. Or, more appropriately, drooling. My pussy was begging for some action just by looking at him. Possessed by some horny demon that I normally kept under control with a long shower and wandering fingers.
I stared at my drink for a long time, trying to get enough courage to finish it off and leave. I didn’t belong here. So why wasn’t I leaving?
A fight erupted somewhere but I didn’t dare look up to see what was going on. Guys were yelling, the slap of flesh on flesh was a real thing, and girls were calling out for them to stop.
This place was a zoo.
The bartender’s tapping was on the bar again. “Can I get you something else, Miss?”
“She’ll have a vodka cranberry.”
My eyes snapped up to see the man I had been fantasizing about standing right beside me. He leaned on the bar casually, like he belonged there.
“I’m fine,” I insisted. “I’ll just finish this and be on my way.”
He ignored me and nodded toward the bartender. “Vodka cranberry.”
“Coming right up.”
So… apparently I didn’t get a say in the matter. Good to know. At least a vodka cranberry sounded a lot better than my lighter fluid.
“You were staring at me.” The guy again. What was his problem?
“No, I wasn’t,” I replied, hoping the light was dim enough to hide the blush creeping over my face.
“Yes, you were.” He sounded so sure of himself. Whatever. “What’s your name?”
“None of your business.”
He clucked his tongue. “Feisty. You’ll have to learn to follow orders.”
A shiver ran down my spine as those sharp words sunk in. His blue eyes had me pinned in place. All the muscles in his arms were clenched tight, bulging with their strength.
“What is your name?” He repeated.
Call me crazy, but I wanted to follow his orders this time. I wanted him to do a lot of things to me. “Michelle.”
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to squirm out of his intense gaze. The bartender placed my drink in front of me. I took a long gulp, it sent warm waves down my throat.
I grappled for something to say. “What’s your name?”
“Liam. Tell me something, Michelle, is anyone going to miss you tonight?” The way he said my name felt infinitely intimate, like the word belonged to his tongue and was made just for this moment.
He was scrambling my brain, getting me all flustered. “I don’t have a boyfriend, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good.” He leaned in close, whispering straight into my ear. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget your own name.”
I almost dropped my glass.
Every word in the English language fell right out of my head. My cheeks burned and they weren’t the only parts of me heating up.
I recovered enough to remember how to speak. “You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
He laughed, a sexy throaty chuckle. “I know how to treat a woman. And a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be treated to everything.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know more than you think.” He winked and took a long swig of his own drink. Something about him seemed familiar, not like I knew him but there was some connection I wasn’t putting together. It tugged at the edges of my memory without actually developing into a clear thought.
The vodka and lighter fluid were starting to loosen me up, making me more daring than I would normally be. Or perhaps it was Liam. “Tell me what you know then, Mr. Know-it-all.”
He turned to face me, his thigh grazing mine. Hopefully he didn’t notice the shudder that his brief contact caused in me. “Later. Right now, you’re going to finish your drink. Then I’m going to take you upstairs, remove all your clothes, and fuck you until you are screaming my name.”
“And I’m just supposed to say yes to this?” I couldn’t believe his arrogance. Just because I was already wet purely from his words, didn’t mean I actually had to do what he said.
Liam nodded. “Yes, you are.”
I stared at him, my hazel eyes into his clear blue ones. Did I have it in me to have a one night stand? Go to bed with some random guy from a biker bar? This was the exact opposite of me. I had only ever slept with two men before and that was only after observing the three-month rule.
What the hell. I was out for a good time and determined to be anyone but myself tonight. If I walked away now, I would regret it. It was time to let myself have a little fun.
Under Liam’s intense scrutiny, I downed the rest of my drink pointedly. His lips curled into a grin as he held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me through the bar and into the staff only area.
“Are we allowed to be out here?” I asked. Because, clearly, trespassing was crossing the imaginary line I had drawn for myself tonight.
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“I’m allowed to be anywhere I want,” he grunted back. He wasn’t boasting, it was more of a statement of fact. Who the hell was this guy?
We didn’t stop in the smoky corridor. Liam took me up one flight of stairs and then to a room at the end of the hallway. He had to type in a code to get the door open. So we probably weren’t trespassing then. At least that was something.
The room held little more than a bed, kitchenette, and, I assumed, a bathroom through the closed door. The walls were black, the furniture was black, the bedding was black. It looked exactly like a fuck pad for bikers.
Liam closed the door with an ominous thud. This was really going to happen. My stomach was a wave of wanting and nausea. They battled it out with my conscience. The little devil on my shoulder won.
He stepped in front of me, looking me up and down. My work clothes made me feel completely overdressed for being in a place like this.
In one step, he was pressed against me. His lips devoured mine, crushing kiss after kiss onto me. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue in to work its magic. Every lap caused a new set of throbbing in my pussy. He was intoxicating, the air that filled my lungs.
His hands slid around me, pulling me closer until I could feel every one of the muscles under his T-shirt. It was too much fabric. I tugged at the hem, pushing it up and feeling all the hard curves of his six-pack.
We broke only long enough so he could pull his shirt over his head. My imagination didn’t do him justice. I could have stared at that chest all night and still had an orgasm.
“Now, it’s your turn,” he said, his voice a soft growl. He was ready to devour me and I really was going to scream out his name.
He didn’t even bother undoing the buttons on my blouse. He tore it apart, all the little pearl buttons scattering everywhere. He pushed the flimsy fabric over my shoulders until it fluttered to the floor.
Then we were back at it again, his mouth teasing and tasting at my neck. His lips pressed hot kisses along my jaw as his hand cradled my head against his. Every kiss lit a new fire, the sparks tingling over my entire body.
I was alive and on fire.
His other hand snaked down my back, finding the zip to my pencil skirt and undoing it until it too fell to the floor. He hadn’t lied, he was going to take off all my clothes. And I was going to let him.
Not only let him, enjoy every moment of it.
My hands clumsily reached for his pants, trying to work the zipper over the large bulge developing. After three attempts, he let me go and removed my hands. “I’ll get this. If you keep going, we’re not going to make it to the bed.”
I watched his languid movements as he slid the leather pants off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. My eyes practically popped out of their sockets when his cock sprung out, so big and delicious that I couldn’t stop staring.
“Take off your bra,” Liam said, bringing me out of my stupor.
Normally I only did this when the lights were off. Firmly off. But my hands were around my back and unhooking my bra before I could find the time to be embarrassed. Still, I held the cups against my boobs until Liam pulled them away.
“Now your panties.” I hesitated a moment too long, apparently. “Now, Michelle. Take off your panties.”
I followed the order, slipping my sensible pink cotton panties off and leaving them with the rest of my clothes. We were both completely naked now. With the lights on. My pussy was wet with anticipation.
“Good,” Liam mumbled.
He swept me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. He gently placed me there, positioning me exactly where he wanted.
His blue eyes studied me, making me feel even more naked as he roamed over my skin from head to foot. “You’re so sexy. Incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, trying to pull off something I totally wasn’t.
Liam laughed and thankfully that was the end of the talking portion of the evening. He climbed over me, covering my skin with his hard, sculptured body.
“I’m going to tie your hands to the bed,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart pounded in my chest, way too fast for good health. Having a one night stand with someone was one thing, being tied up was something else entirely.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured me, sensing my apprehension.
He had me alone and could easily have overpowered me the second we were through that door.
There was nobody that knew I was here, yet my gut was telling me that I was safe. It felt safe being with Liam, like he really wouldn’t hurt me. And there was still something so familiar about him…
“Okay,” I replied.
His eyes fell on mine, trying to read everything that my one word response didn’t say.
“Do it, then,” I said with more conviction this time.
In the time it took him to reach into the bedside table, my body missed his. I craved him, the heat of his skin, the tickle of his breath, those lips that sent lightning through me. I could only guess what his cock would do for me.
He hovered over me as he took my left hand and gently lifted it to the headboard. He tied it there with a silk scarf before repeating the action with my right hand. I was bound to the bed, now completely under his control.
I had never done anything remotely kinky before. I could never have imagined how good it felt handing power over to someone else so completely. It felt incredibly sexy and powerful.
Liam settled himself over me again. “If you want me to stop, you only have to say the word. Okay, baby?”
I nodded, only wanting him to continue his relentless kissing again. Stopping was the last thing on my mind. If he ceased now, I would scream for more.
His hands were roving downwards. They kneaded my breasts, pinching the nipples until they were nothing more than hard stones. He took one in his mouth, sucking and squeezing simultaneously. I felt every movement deep in my core.
He continued his movement down, running a trail of kisses over my stomach until he reached my mound. I wasn’t shaved. I had been single a long time.
His fingers slid between my pussy lips, opening me up for his beautiful blue eyes. “You’re soaking.”
What was I supposed to say to that? “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for being ready. It’s sexy. Understood?”
“I understand,” I breathed the words on an exhale. His fingers were dancing up and down my clit, giving it more attention than it had ever received.
He leaned down and planted a kiss right in the middle of my clit. His lips there, wow. My legs went to close, instinctively trying to lessen my exposure but Liam held them back. He kept one hand on either side of my thighs, holding me in place.
“Don’t make me tie up your legs too,” he growled. It only made my pussy clench even more with pleasure. How his voice could have such an effect on me was completely beyond my comprehension. It was an aphrodisiac in itself.
I relaxed my legs, following his command, and relaxed. He obviously liked what he saw, maybe I should just let him look. If he was disgusted, he would have showed me out the door the moment I was naked.
Liam’s tongue slid up my clit, running circles around my tight bud until I was moaning underneath him. My hips wanted to press up into him and silently beg for more, but his strong hands kept me locked down. Liam was the one in control here, I was just along for the ride.
He gave one last kiss before making his way back up my body. His hands slid everywhere, touching my skin like he was worshipping me. His fingers pinched my nipples, making sure they were still rock hard, before reaching my head.
With one hand tangled in my hair, he kissed me hard. His tongue doing to my mouth what it had just done to my pussy. I could taste my lust on his lips, knowing he was consuming every part of me.
His other hand tweaked my nipples, the palm of his large hand squeezing and kneading my boob. The combination was only heightening my need. My cunt clenched with the desire to be filled, for Liam to take me in every way possible.
His thick cock pressed into my belly, long and hard. Neither of my previous boyfriends had been anywhere near that big. I wasn’t even sure how he was going to fit. How much pain I would feel.
“Baby, you’re ready,” Liam whispered.
I was so ready.
He left me for only a second as he slid on a condom. Then he shifted so his cock was at my entrance, hot and welcoming. He tilted my hips, positioning me the way he wanted. Liam slid in slowly as I stretched to accommodate him. My body was deliciously invaded, greedily taking him in until there was nothing left.
“You’re so tight,” he said, his eyes sparkling like lanterns.
He nearly pulled out of me, right up to the head, before plunging back in again. He continued the pattern, keeping up a steady rhythm that grew faster as my need for release increased.
Every nerve in my body was standing on end and crying out for satisfaction. I needed to be thrown off the edge, freefall into a pit of ecstasy.
My clit throbbed as my pussy was pounded relentlessly. The way I was tied up and just having to take it all heightened my pleasure to unheard of levels. He had all the control, in charge of my body like he owned it.
I wanted him to own me.
He was taking whatever he wanted from me but giving me so much in return. Heat waves crashed over my body, flooding me with warmth and joy.
His cock was so big, so powerful. He filled me with possession and then released me to need. The only way I felt complete was when he was in me, stretching my limits until I wanted to cry out his name.
Just like he promised.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, pressing his thumb hard against my clit. Another command, another one I would have no choice but to follow.
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I screamed out his name as I soared over the edge. Stars shone in my eyes as I was lost in the feeling of utter pleasure. Orgasmic waves pounded from my pussy until they reached every inch of me.
Over and over, joyful bolts of electricity and lightning. Liam came with one last thrust, his cock twitching and throbbing with the same feelings running through me.
He moaned, the sexiest noise I could ever imagine hearing. Our skin was layered with a sheen of sweat, our bodies closer than two bodies could possibly be.
Liam was kissing me again, owning my mouth like he was owning my pussy. I breathed him in, wanting nothing more than him. All of him. Every. Last. Piece.
He released my lips first, holding himself up on his elbows and locking eyes with me. There was so much behind those sapphire blues that I couldn’t read.
Next was my sated pussy. He pulled out of me and left me void. The condom was tossed over the edge of the bed. Gently, he removed the silk scarves from around my wrists. He caressed and kissed the skin that had been tied, like he was silently thanking me for allowing it.
Liam then lay next to me, pulling my head against his chest so I could hear his pounding heartbeat.
My finger traced the outline of the tattoo on his chest. It was a sun, the rays bursting from the centre like it was the brightest spot in the world. It was only one of his many tattoos.
He caught my hand and threaded his fingers through mine. He held me there, once again under his control. He liked to be in charge. That was obvious. From the moment I’d met him at the bar he made that crystal clear.
I fell asleep as his thumb caressed my knuckles. A part of me suspected he wouldn’t be there in the morning when I woke up. Somehow I would have to gather my clothes and wear my ruined blouse out to my car. It would be a true walk of shame.
When my eyes flickered open the next morning, I wasn’t alone.
Liam was already up and dressed, giving me a lazy smile when he saw me awake. “Good morning, baby.”
I pulled the single sheet up to cover myself, suddenly shy in the harsh light of the day. I probably looked a complete mess from the long night we’d shared.
“Good morning to you too,” I managed to mumble in return. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”
“You thought I’d ditch you?” He cocked his head to one side, like he hadn’t even considered that as an option until that moment.
“Yeah. Isn’t that what one night stands are all about?”
“You think this was a one night stand?” Did he have to answer every one of my statements with a question? Was he trying to confuse me until I snuck out?
Two could play at that game. “You don’t think this was a one night stand?”
Liam moved to sit on the end of the bed, his hand resting on my ankle under the sheet. “Actually, last night was a test. Which you passed, by the way. With flying colors.”
My face crinkled with confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while, Michelle. I’d like to offer you a proposition. But this isn’t the time or place to discuss it.”
No kidding, clothes would be nice.
“You’ve been keeping an eye on me?”
He nodded, a sexy smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker. I just have to make sure I do my research before I commence a new… project.” He pulled a business card from his pocket and held it out for me. “I’d like to meet you in my office at two o’clock this afternoon. Will you come?”
I took the card. Liam Hamilton and an address. Nothing more and nothing less. But it didn’t need to say anything else. There wasn’t a person alive that didn’t know who Liam Hamilton was.
“Michelle, will I see you at two?” He asked, more insistent this time.
“Yeah, two,” I said, my head a muddle of thoughts.
He stood. “Excellent. I’ll see you then. Oh, and I’ve left some clothes on the bench for you. I will replace the blouse I ruined. Take your time, there’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
He kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in the room where everything was black. All I could think of was Liam Hamilton.
The billionaire recluse Liam Hamilton. The guy nobody ever saw and had so many rumors said about him that he was a complete enigma. They called him the Billionaire Ghost, never seen but always having an impact.
And I had spent the night with him.
He had licked my pussy.
There were so many things wrong with that thought I couldn’t even process it. I needed to get out of there, pretend the whole night was just a random pickup at a bar.
I quickly showered and found the clothes that he had left out. The pair of jeans and silk blouse were my size, and expensive, judging by the brand. It almost felt like prostitution taking them, payment for last night.
Still, I threw them on and gathered up the pieces of my clothes – including every single one of the pearl buttons – before leaving the room. I skulked out of there, through the empty bar, and out to my car.
It felt like last night was nothing more than a dream. It certainly felt like someone else and not me had done all those things.
And with Liam Hamilton.
When I got home I found myself pacing. Two o’clock was approaching too fast. I didn’t want to see him again, I was too embarrassed to face him. But what did he mean when he said last night was a test? And that he’d been keeping an eye on me?
I wanted to forget the whole thing but my curiosity was killing me. Just meeting with the man wouldn’t hurt, right? It wasn’t like he would tie me to a chair and force me to stay, right? My pussy tightened with the thought.
All my sensibilities told me to stay away but I still found myself stepping into his office right on two o’clock. It was Saturday so the place was deserted. I wasn’t sure if I should knock or make some kind of sound.
Suddenly, a plain door swung open. Liam stood there. He had changed into a black suit with a crisp white shirt and a blue tie that was the perfect shade of his eyes. Looking at him now you would never guess the muscles and tattoos his clothes hid.
“Miss Porta, you made it.”
I didn’t tell him my last name.
“Yeah, I, uh, did.” So eloquent.
“Come on through, we have lots to discuss.” He held open the door for me. Now was the last chance I had of running but I bustled in anyway.
His office was plain and simple, no decorations or adornments. It was a place for business and nothing more. He pulled out a chair for me while he sat in the seat on the opposite side of the desk.
“I hope I didn’t scare you this morning,” he started.
“You want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked. How was this the same guy I had met at the biker bar?
Liam smiled, reminding me exactly who he was. “I’ve been looking for a partner. Someone that can take care of my non-business needs. I met you once, you probably don’t remember.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t.” Surely I would remember meeting a six foot tall billionaire.
“That’s okay, I would have looked different then. It was at Rose and Simon’s engagement party. We talked about-”
“The pile of presents. What do you get a couple who have everything? I remember.” I had thought the guy was gorgeous but I was with my ex-boyfriend at the time. Little more was said than idle small talk.
“Good. I have to admit that I was intrigued by you. I thought you would be perfect for the position but I had to be sure.”
“What kind of non-business needs are we talking about?”
His elbows leaned on the table as his hands grasped together. “I have been told by my advisors that I need to get out more. I need someone to attend functions with me and cater to my other needs.”
“I like control, Michelle. I think you got a taste of that last night.” He waited until I nodded. “I want someone to satisfy all my sexual needs for dominance and be on my arm in public. I think you have what it takes for both roles.”
“You want a sex slave?” I asked, half-joking.
“Basically, yes. But I want someone who will truly satisfy me. That is why I have waited so long for you. When you walked into my bar last night, I couldn’t believe my luck.”
“You own that bar?”
“And hundreds of others across the country. I can make you happy, Michelle. I can take you to places you could only dream about in your deepest sexual fantasies.”
“I’m going to need to think about this,” I said. I wasn’t ready to say no. But this wasn’t something you stumble across every day. I needed some time to process.
“Of course. I expect you will also have many questions.” He opened his top drawer and pulled out a wad of paper, pushing it across the desk at me. “Take a look at this contract, it will answer some of your concerns.”
The only words I spotted were ‘Dominant’ and ‘Submissive’. I shoved the contract into my handbag. “I think I should go.”
Liam stood, closing the button on his suit jacket. “Please think about this, Michelle. Last night was fantastic and it was only a small taste of what we could do together. I took it easy on you so I didn’t scare you off, but you’d be amazed at the number of orgasms a woman can have in one night. No more lousy boss, no more nine-to-five commute. You would have the world at your feet and fire in the bedroom.”
I was lost for words. Was I really considering this? A sex slave? For a dominant? Submitting to his every whim and need?
I could still feel the silk scarves around my wrists, they burned with a need to agree. I had some serious thinking to do, but my gut was already telling me I knew the answer.