Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7) (2 page)

I took my time in my wet
room, rubbing delicately scented oil all over my smooth skin. I was excited
and
nervous about this booking with Logan. I gently patted myself dry and walked
through my dressing room to the bedroom to style my hair, covering myself in a
dressing gown as I heard my front door bell ring. One of the security guards
from the reception desk of my apartment building handed me a large white box,
tied with a red ribbon. It looked expensive.

I sat on the bed, unravelled the ribbon, lifted
the lid and pulled out some very sexy lingerie. It felt luxurious, there was no
doubt that this was expensive, and classy. There was a pair of ruffled black knickers
and a demi bra, suspender belt and lace top sheer stockings. Also in the box
was a pair of very high, sexy black designer heels and a knee length black
trench coat. I dressed in the items provided, carefully rolling the delicate
stockings up my legs and fixing them in place before stepping into the heels. I
strode over to the mirror and did a spin, looking at myself from all angles.
Hell, I looked seriously sexy. I lifted my tumbling tresses up, exposing my
neck, trying to decide if I should wear my hair up or down, then laughed to
myself. It wasn’t like I needed to make an effort. I’d booked him, Logan Steele
was a sure thing. I left my hair loose, the long tumbling waves scraping my
lower back. I grabbed my mobile as it rang and smiled to see it was one of my
friends, Jayne. I quickly checked my watch, I was being picked up any minute.

‘Hey, is everything ok?’ I asked as I answered.

‘That’s what I was ringing to ask you.’

‘Why wouldn’t it be?’

‘Because you’re going through with this insane
plan, to be tied up and beaten.’

‘That’s not what’s going to happen.’

‘O right, because you’re such an expert in BDSM?’

‘I’ve done research and it’s not part of Logan’s
brief to “beat me.”’ I laughed.

‘What do you even know about this guy, hun?’

‘I told you, I’ve done lots of research and he
comes highly recommended.’

‘I’ll bet he “comes” high,’ she laughed.

‘I promise I’ll be fine, Jayne. I’ll text you in
the morning to let you know that I’m ok.’

‘I just don’t see why you’re doing this. I mean
you could have your pick of guys looking like that and then there’s Lucas.’

‘What about Lucas?’ I frowned.

‘Please, like you don’t know he has the hots for
you and that boy is mighty fine.’

‘We’re just friends, we’re not a couple,’ I
reminded her.

‘You could be a couple and then you could get him
to do these kinky things to you, without paying a fee.’

‘Jayne it’s a fantasy. Fantasies need to be
perfect, meticulously planned and carried out with every single detail having
been thought out. That’s what Logan Steele does. Have you heard any rumours of
this guy letting down any client sexually?’

‘Well no, but …’

‘No buts,’ I interrupted. ‘You’ve heard nothing
because he’s the best. If I’m going to do this, I want the best.’

‘Do you think he does pony play?’

‘Seriously?’ I burst out laughing and heard her laugh
too.

‘Hey, you want to be abused, I love the idea of
being ridden, by a stallion.’

‘Well Logan wouldn’t let you down on the stallion
side, from what I hear.’

‘Ride me, baby, giddy up,’ she giggled.

‘So, what other kinky fantasies do you have?’ I
teased. Jayne was a self-confessed gentle and tender romance addict. She
wouldn’t book any kind of fantasy, let alone pony play. I had a more
inquisitive mind, despite not having as much experience as her, but animals
definitely didn’t feature, other than the man being animalistic in his desire
at times.

‘I’d love to be the
Little Mermaid,
seduced
by the fisherman who caught me,’ she giggled, teasing me. ‘Or maybe a Kermit
and Miss Piggy fantasy.’

‘Stop,’ I laughed, tears threatening to ruin my
beautifully made up eyes. ‘Kermit? The last thing you want to see in a fantasy
is a green cock.’

‘But imagine that tongue! Kermit would have a
seriously long tongue.’

‘You’re making me want to rethink my boring
dominant for the night fantasy,’ I teased and my ears pricked up at the sound
of my intercom. ‘Jayne, I’m sorry, it’s time, I need to go. I think the
driver’s down in reception.’

‘Just be careful, hun. Make sure you don’t let him
take it too far, don’t let yourself be hurt.’

‘I won’t, I promise. Thanks for caring. I’ll call
you tomorrow.’ I put the phone down and belted the coat, then sprayed a touch
of perfume behind each ear and on the inside of my wrists. The intercom buzzed
again and I took a deep breath. It was time.

‘Good evening, Miss Fullerton. My name’s David and
I’ll be your driver this evening,’ he nodded as he held the back door of the
black Mercedes open for me.

‘Good evening, David,’ I smiled, as I carefully
got into the car. I wondered how often he was Logan’s driver, if he knew where
he was taking me, or why? And if he did, was he judging me for booking a male
escort for the evening? I wondered how many clients Logan had seen, what number
I was on the list? Or how many of them had asked for a similar fantasy to mine,
to want to know how it felt to be dominated sexually, to let a man be in
complete control of their sexual pleasure for the night? I shuddered at the
thought of it. ‘Do you work for Mr. Steele often?’ I asked David.

‘No, not very often. His usual driver was busy
this evening, I only act as a backup now and again. I’ve not been booked for
the morning, is there a particular time you need me?’ he asked and I frowned.

‘I’m not sure, what’s the earliest you’d be able
to come?’

‘Anytime, I’m paid a daily rate and only clock on
when I leave home to collect someone. Here, take my card, give me roughly half
an hour’s notice and I’ll be there to pick you up.’

‘Great, thanks,’ I replied, as I took the card he
was holding over his shoulder off him and deposited it in my coat pocket.

David opened the car door for me and helped me
out. I gave him a nod and a smile to let him know that I was ok and watched as
he returned to sit in his car, the engine idling as I pressed the buzzer. Presumably
he was waiting until I was safely inside. My stomach was in knots and my hands
were trembling. I closed my eyes as I heard a deep sexy voice come over the
intercom system.

‘The door’s on the latch, Mandy. Walk in, close
and lock it behind you. Then I want you to walk to the lounge and stand in front
of me. You won’t say a word unless I ask you a question and you will follow
every command I give you. If you don’t agree to those rules then get back in
the car and go home. Now answer me, do you agree?’

‘I agree,’ I nodded, as I looked at the camera above
me.

‘Then enter.’

I turned and gave a nod to David, to say he could
go and lifted my hand to turn the door handle, walked inside, then closed and
locked it behind me, as instructed. After another deep breath and a wipe of my
damp palms on my coat, I strode confidently to the lounge area and stood in
front of him. There he was, Logan Steele himself. He was casually leaning back
in an armchair, looking so damn handsome, dressed in a black suit with a crisp
white shirt tucked in, undone at the neck, with a pair of silver cufflinks. His
grey eyes held such depth as they scanned me up and down and he nodded his
approval. His picture really didn’t do him justice. I felt my stomach flutter
and a delicious tingle in my nipples and between my thighs.

Logan

I wiped my hands on my
suit trousers, then tugged my shirt sleeves down and quickly ran a finger
around the inside of my collar. I felt as if I’d been wandering in the desert
for months, I was completely parched. I’d masturbated frequently over the
months, but nothing was better than having sex, being buried inside a hot snug
cunt or a warm juicy mouth. As she strode across the room and came to a halt in
front of me, she made my tongue dart over my lower lip, before I captured it
between my teeth. Regulating my breathing was taking most of my self-control,
which didn’t leave much to stop me from leaping from my armchair, grabbing her
and kissing her, then bending her over the sofa and fucking her the way I
wanted to. I swallowed hard, as I rested my elbows on the armrests and placed
my index fingers on top of my lips.

‘Undo the coat, slowly slide it off and toss it
over onto the sofa,’ I ordered. My voice had dropped an octave. Full of desire
for the beguiling creature in front of me. She nodded and reached with
trembling fingers to undo the knot, slowly pulling the lengths of material
through each other, then dropped them and started to undo her top buttons.
‘Slower,’ I barked, my voice shaking with the effort to hold myself back. ‘Take
your time, part of this evening is about the exquisite anticipation of what I’m
about to do to you. I’m going to have you craving me, building your desire
higher and higher until you beg me for release.’

‘Logan, I …’

‘Stop,’ I ordered, with a hint of annoyance to my
tone. ‘Don’t say that name. Never say that name again. You booked Logan Steele
because you wanted this fantasy, to get to know the real me, the man behind the
façade, the dominant man. You wanted me to be myself, sexually, to let you
discover what being submissive to me would mean. You want to know if you can be
enough for me, and whether I can give you what you need, for real. You booked
me as Mandy Fullerton because you’re still nervous that you’ll never be enough
for me, so you’re pretending that we’re just playing another Logan Steele
fantasy, but I’m telling you right now that you
are
enough. This isn’t a
fantasy anymore, this is real. This is us, taking that next step. The final
proof that you need, to know if we can make this work. Tonight you’re not Mandy
Fullerton and I’m not Logan Steele. This is real life, Summer. You wanted to
physically experience my sexual preferences, well tonight I’m going to make
that happen. But then I’ll need an answer, angel. You
will
give me an
answer in the morning. No more games, no more stalling. You’re in or you’re
out. No more chances. Understood?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered, as she hung her head.

‘Look at me while I’m talking, Summer,’ I demanded,
as my cock stiffened at her meekness. In the last fourteen months I’d got to
know my angel pretty well. She had the biggest, kindest heart of anyone I’d
ever known. Always willing and eager to please everyone around her. She was at
such risk of being taken advantage of, by someone who wasn’t as honourable as I
was, so I’d worked on toughening her up a bit. Teaching her to stand up for
herself, to voice her opinion and to say no. I’d shot myself in the foot, she’d
become more feisty when it came to
me
, rejecting my advances, refusing
to agree to become my girlfriend and seeing through my attempts to tempt her
into my bed again. But tonight, she knew what I craved. Her, and her complete
compliance. She wasn’t an award winning actress for nothing, but I could see
through her. She was so inexperienced, she actually craved my direction and
control sexually. She
wanted
to submit to me. And that turned me on more
than any other client fantasy that I’d carried out, in all of my years as an
escort. She wanted
me,
not Logan Steele
.

‘Would you like me to keep undressing,
Sir
?’
she asked, as she raised her shining blue eyes back up to meet mine, my lips
curling into a slight smile. She’d questioned me extensively about my predilections
and what my expectations were for this sort of relationship. This was a good
start. It seemed she’d absorbed some of it.

‘I would. No talking from now on unless I ask you
a question, or unless you need to let me know that you want me to stop,
understood, Summer?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she breathed, with a slight nod, as
she undid another button and the domes of her luscious breasts came into view.

‘Repeat the words for me that you’ll use if I’ve
taken things too far.’

‘Yellow, if I’m approaching my limits. Ant, if I
need you to stop, Sir.’

‘Excellent,’ I nodded, as her toned stomach came
into view. She’d chosen “Ant” on purpose on that first booking. The shit who’d
tried to rape her when she was younger, making her shy away from any form of
sexual relationship, until she booked me to take her virginity. I cocked my head
as the top of the small knickers came into view, a tiny, thin piece of material
housing the very part of her that I wanted to bury myself in. That I’d imagined
multiple times a day since our last night together, all that time ago. I
stifled a groan as she undid the last button and parted the coat, sliding it
off her shoulders, unveiling her body. And
Jesus Christ
, what a body. No
matter how good she may look in clothing designed to skim those curves, or work
out gear which revealed more of her tantalising flesh, nothing compared to
seeing her in the finest lingerie, in stockings and suspenders, with those high
heels that made her legs seem endless. Unless you counted seeing her naked, but
it was hard to remember how large her nipples were, or how pink her sweet cunt
was, after so long without seeing them. She put her hands on her hips and shook
her hair back over her shoulders. I suppressed a smirk. I’d given her so much
confidence in her desirability, she was a sexual woman now. She may have only
had two nights of sex, with me, but she was well aware of her appeal. Confident
and submissive all at the same time, no one had ever turned me on more. ‘Turn,
very slowly,’ I requested, as I indicated a swivel with my index finger. ‘I
want to see you from all angles.’

She nodded and did as she was told. I raked my
eyes up her body, from her slender ankles, up her shapely legs to where the
black stockings gave way to the creamiest porcelain flesh. The ruffles on her
knickers adding unnecessary, but welcome, volume to that backside I loved so
much. That I wanted to claim so much. I continued up the slight curvature of the
dip in her back, then as she turned again, drawing my hungry gaze over her slim
waist and up to those breasts, those huge pink nipples of hers just showing
over the top of the low cut bra. I reached down with one hand and squeezed my
erection. God, what I had planned for that body of mine in front of me. She’d
refused to physically call herself mine, but she was. And she knew it. The
moment I first kissed her she’d been mine. She’d freed me, shown me how my life
could be. I’d given up my career as an escort, not for her, but because I’d
realised what sort of life I could have if I gave it up. I’d done it for me.
But the thought that she might be my reward for doing it, hadn’t been an
unwelcome sweetener.

‘Walk to me, straddle my lap and place your hands
in the small of your back,’ I ordered throatily and watched her hips sway as
she approached me. I placed my forearms on the padded arms of my leather armchair,
my fingers curling tightly and gripping them, trying to control my excitement
as she parted her ankles and placed one knee against my hip, lightly clasping
my shoulders as she raised the second knee, tucking it in place, her heaving
chest wobbling inches from my face. I just wanted to dive in face first, that
was one way of drowning I could live with. I wasn’t sure who was breathing harder
and faster as she put her hands behind her and I reached for the metal handcuffs
on the coffee table next to me.

Summer

I felt dizzy as I straddled his lap, as if the
thought of us finally having sex again wasn’t heady enough, to have him looking
at me that way, his grey eyes full of fire, the way his teeth were working over
that delicious lower lip of his was driving me insane. I’d spent months
resisting him, months studying him, questioning him, trying to make sure that
he couldn’t hurt me again. The way he’d hurt me those times before, by not
answering my email, giving me the wrong number and confirming his kinky sex
preferences. Even when I’d walked into his spare bedroom last time and seen
that scary looking four poster bed with the hooks, that cross up against the
wall and he’d admitted his preference for BDSM in his personal life, I’d still
wanted to trust my gut that he was a good guy. That he wouldn’t hurt me again.
But I had to be certain, and I had to be even more sure that he really had left
his escorting days behind. If we were going to do this, I wasn’t the sort of
girl to share. I wanted my fairy tale Prince with a happy ever after. I’d
pushed him to the limits by resisting him, I’d pushed
myself
to the
limits, but I wasn’t prepared to risk my heart, just because he was nearing the
end of his patience to sleep with me again. I’d explained that until I was
ready it wouldn’t be happening, and I knew I risked losing him forever. My best
friend, Mandy Fullerton, the one whose name I’d jokingly used on the “booking
form” for Logan, was the only one who knew about his real identity. She’d told
me that a man like Logan wouldn’t wait for long, but he had. He’d waited
fourteen
months for me. Nothing had ever made me feel more special or deserving.

I wanted him in a way that I’d never experienced
before. Not just sexually, though that itch was now unbearable, I just wanted
him.
He was so kind, generous, chivalrous and protective of me. His smile when
he saw me lit up a room, I suspected it could light up Wembley Stadium, it was
that dazzling. The way those light grey eyes sparkled when he laughed, his
voice … I could go on for ever, there was nothing about him that I didn’t like.
Especially not the body that I knew was concealed under that tailored suit of
his. Those abs, which were covered by his crisp white shirt. The memory of what
was there between his thighs had my pussy clench. And his scent! He had the
aftershave on that made me swoon, but it still didn’t mask his natural masculine
musk which I found so appealing. I let out a whimper as he leaned forward and
placed a delicate kiss between my breasts, then on each one. The heat of his
breath made my skin prickle. I’d booked “Logan Steele” as Mandy Fullerton, because
I wanted to try and detach myself, in case it all went wrong and I hated it, or
he was disappointed in me for not living up to his expectations. I’d told him that
I wanted to role play if we were going to go through with this, but he knew me
too well. He knew I was still nervous, but he also knew what I did, deep down
in my heart, that if we were having sex again, after so long, it
had
to
be us. Neither of us could act out a role tonight, we were being our genuine
selves. We’d assured ourselves of our compatibility over the last year and a
bit, in all areas but the last place that mattered. The bedroom. Or the lounge,
or wherever the hell we were going to end up. Frankly I didn’t care. I was that
desperate for him, even with the nerves currently rattling my bones.

‘Angel,’ he sighed deeply, as he licked up between
my breasts with his warm, moist tongue and kissed the hollow of my throat. I
moaned in delight and flexed my hips. Each touch on my skin burned me, branded
me forever. My nerves sang happily, my muscles shedding some of their tension
as his lips brushed over my neck and his hands slid down my arms, the chill of
the metal cuffs he was holding was a total contrast to his warm fingers. I
gasped, a residual nervous reflex, as I felt the metal circle my one wrist and heard
the snap as he locked it into place. I was close to hyperventilation from sheer
excitement, blended with worry, as he clicked the second into place and moved
his hands to my hips. I gazed down at him as I panted and tried to move my
hands, seeing how much give I had. Very little. ‘Sit back on my knees,’ he
ordered, as his eyes flashed with hunger. I nodded and lowered myself, and one
of those annoying squeaks of excitement, that I wished I could control around
him, escaped my lips, as he reached up and clasped my face, rubbing his thumb
over my lips. ‘Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Summer?’ he murmured,
in that sexy low baritone of his.