Just One Night (3 page)

The waitress came back, refilling their
coffee cups. This time she was brazen enough to wink at Chris as he
sipped his hot coffee. Sara didn’t particularly care for the fact
that this woman was openly flirting with the man that
she
was sitting with, it was
blatantly disrespectful.

Yeah, that’s what it is. I
am not jealous. I am angry that this woman would assume that Chris
and I are not dating because of our difference in
appearances.

The heady intoxication of the possibilities
between the two of them began to get the better of Sara. Her
inhibitions started to wane as she leaned over and brushed Chris’
knuckles with her fingers. “But maybe it’s time I got to know some
people here in Colorado.”

Chris’ deep belly laugh almost made her
wince. He held his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with
laughter.

Just great, the first
time I try my hand at seduction and I fall flat on my
face.
Traitorous tears began welling in her eyes, though
she tried to hold them back. “You obviously don’t want me here. I’m
just going to go home. Now. Enjoy your supper, Chris.” Rising from
her seat to escape humiliation, Sara quickly snatched her homework
papers, stuffing them into her backpack.

Peeking up at Chris through her eyelashes,
Sara could see the scowl on his face. He placed his hands on the
table, lifting his lithe body off the seat. The thermal shirt that
he wore fit him like a second skin, the sinewy lines of his muscles
were visible through the fabric. He ever so slowly moved towards
her, leaning into her face. She could smell that musk again – it
was as if it came out of his pores as his anger rose. “SIT. DOWN.
SARA.”

“Yes, sir,” falling back into her chair.
Why does my body do everything he tells it too?
Is my brain short-circuiting?

Chris’ eyes didn’t move at all, not even to
blink. He was fixated on pinning Sara to her chair. She could see
the vein on the side of his neck pulsing as he held his position
towering over her. The icy, intimidating glare was sexy as hell,
but Sara was too embarrassed at this point to care. She wanted to
steal away into the shadows, retreating from here as fast as
possible.

Chris’ gaze shifted to the tear that had
escaped her eye, waiting on top of her cheek. Chris sighed heavily
and sat back down in his chair. “Let’s get one thing straight. I
want you here. I want
you
in every
way possible. I wasn’t laughing at the gesture. I was laughing at
the fact that you really don’t know what you are or what you do to
me.”

Sara felt very vulnerable once she realized
that he had seen her emotions so plainly on her face. She did not
want anyone to have so much control over her, there were enough
people pulling on her strings, back home in Wisconsin. All her life
she was treated like she was invisible, not strong enough
emotionally or physically like everyone else in her family. There
was no way that she was going to let someone else intimidate her
any longer.

Her annoyance got the best of her as she
spit back to him, “And I assume that you are going to clue me in on
what that would be, right, asshole? Sara felt her cheeks warm with
her tell tale blush.

“You are a submissive, little one.” Chris
sat patiently waiting as the information processed in her
brain.

“And just what the fuck…I mean, what is a
submissive?” Trying to stifle the profanity mid sentence was easier
said than done. Sara knew how to curse, but she hardly ever did. It
usually wasn’t necessary. Some part of her felt like this situation
totally called for some profanity.

With a growl growing in his chest, “You do
not curse at me, little one, I will not tolerate it. Since you are
unfamiliar with the terminology, I will let those two infractions
pass, but believe me those were your only freebies. You curse at me
again and you will be over my knee, baring that pretty little ass
of yours to this entire restaurant as I change that gorgeous skin
color to a deep red.”

Sara hung her head as she processed the
words in her mind.
Did he really just tell her
that he was going to spank her in public? Like a child? Oh hell,
she knew he was dangerous from the first day she met him on campus.
Maybe his muscle clad, leather wearing, bad boy appearance wasn’t a
facade and he was the devil sent to tempt her.

Chris sat in silence, letting her think
about his words. Just then, the waitress brought their order,
leaning herself over to reach the ketchup bottle, cleavage first,
in Chris’ direction. Chris did not even look up at her. He kept his
focus on Sara the entire time. Finally realizing that he wasn’t
going to give her any attention, the waitress “humphed” and stomped
away.

“I’m sorry I swore,” Sara finally muttered
as she looked down at her food, pushing it around on her plate. “My
dad used to resort to profanity when he was angry, even my perfect
sister uses cuss words. I don’t know what came over me, it wasn’t
very lady like. I’m not very good in social settings. I’m much
better with my animals.”

“What’s your major again?” Chris asked as he
poured ketchup all over his burger.

“Well, right now it is Business Marketing
and Management. I keep changing it all the time. I thought that an
accounting class would work for me no matter what field I ended up
in.” She realized that was probably the first time she had ever
said something to him that sounded vaguely normal. The realization
made her proud. Sara let go of some of her insecurities, deciding
that she needed to loosen up a bit.

Sara and Chris continued their conversation
about majors as they ate their burgers. Sara even found herself
giggling at Chris’ off-handed comments on life. She had relaxed
enough that she had let go of her death grip on the chair. Chris
noticed, reaching across the table, grazing his fingertips over her
hand. Sara thought the gesture was meant only to be friendly, but
it put her libido in overdrive. She found herself drooling over the
man that sat across from her, losing all track of his words as her
eyes began to take in every inch of his delectable face. Sara
suddenly felt very parched, both physically and emotionally, he was
the cool water, she the hot desert.

“So back to you being a submissive, did you
have enough time to dwell on that, in your pretty little head? Any
questions for me?” Chris’ words snapped her back into the
present.

“Submissive as in like, a slave?” Sara
questioned.

“Not really. More like I am your controller
or boss. You do everything and anything you can to please me, in
return I take care of you. It’s called a dominant/submissive
relationship. I am incredibly turned on by seeing to your needs.
You do as I tell you to or risk being punished.”

“Are we talking all the time, or is this
just a behind closed doors kind of thing?” whispering as she
nervously ran her thumbs over her fingertips again.

“It can be whatever a couple wants it to be.
Some people live the lifestyle 24 hours a day and the dominant is
in complete control over the submissive in every way, from what
they wear, to what they eat, to when they sleep, when they talk and
on and on and on,” Chris drawled as he rolled his eyes. “I’m not
into that scene. I prefer to have submissives just in the bedroom.
But sometimes that side of me does drip out into the public.”

“Kind of like when I cursed at you?” looking
up from her hands with a small smirk on her face.

“Yeah, just like that. Your gorgeous mouth
does not need to resort to dirty language for effect. In fact, I
know of a few things that I could do with that mouth right
now.”

Sara jerked her head up at his word as she
had an idea of what he was insinuating, but she didn’t have much
experience with oral activities like that. In fact, she wasn’t even
sure she wanted to participate in such things, but her body had
decided otherwise, she could already feel the throbbing between her
legs at the suggestion.

Sara gulped the last bit of food she was
chewing. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she
waited for Chris to speak again. Sara stared down at her hands,
nervously picking at her nail polish.

It was taking every bit of her courage to
not lift her eyes up to him. She thought if she sat still enough,
maybe he would go away. She didn’t want him to go away, but she
really didn’t know what she should say. How do you respond to a
statement like that? Sara screwed up every last bit of courage she
could muster and uttered, “I doubt you want me to do that here, so
I assume that we are leaving now.”

His deep chuckle was heaven to her ears.
“You’re right, I’m not into public scenes. Let’s get out of here.”
He stood up, holding his hand out to her as she rose from her
seat.

Sara realized that the waitress had not been
back to check on them at all. “Shouldn’t we pay the bill?” she
asked as he pulled her away from the table.

Chris pulled some cash out of wallet,
throwing it on the table. “I think that our stacked waitress is
pissed that I didn’t stare at her tits when she shook them in my
face. She wasn’t my type. Anything more than a handful is a waste.”
Chris brushed the back of his hand across Sara’s nipple. Her
nipples instantly tightened at the promise that his words held.

Oh hell, I am in
trouble,
she thought as he pulled her out into the
night.

C
hris pulled Sara back
towards campus to get to his bike. She was trying hard to keep up
with him. Sara could only make one step to his two long, graceful
strides. She felt herself stumble after only one block of this
maddening pace. Chris turned around, grabbed her around the waist
and hoisted her over his shoulder effortlessly. Sara squealed,
struggling against his grip. Chris swatted her hard on her
rear.

“Hey, what was that for? You don’t need to
carry me you know.”

Chris jostled her around on his shoulder to
find a comfortable place for her. “This is quicker.” Chris came to
an abrupt halt near the edge of the parking lot, far away from the
main campus. He let go of his hold over her thighs, pulling her
body down from her perch. She slid down his shoulder, her shirt
getting bunched up as she slipped. Her belly now exposed to the
cold autumn air, she gasped when Chris touched her skin with his
hands.

“Shit, your hands are so cold! Damn it!” she
screamed as she tried to scramble away. Sara instinctively clamped
her hands over her mouth. Knowing how Chris felt about her use of
profanity, Sara wished she could scoop her last sentence up,
shoving it back down into the dark pit it came from.

Chris’ eyes seemed to change from anger to a
lust in a millisecond. Then the anger was back, quickly replaced by
something else. It was as if she could see a mask fall over his
eyes, an unknown mood filling his soul. Sara could only use one
word to describe it –
predatory.

Chris grabbed Sara’s neck, yanking her in
close to his body. The action was so fierce and powerful, the air
left her body in a rush as she was thrust against him.

“I warned you not to curse, little one. This
time, I will have to punish you.”

“Here,” her voice squeaking with fear,
pushing against his chest, “right now?”

“Oh yeah, right now. Turn around and put
your hands on the seat of the bike.”

Sara knew that they were far enough away
from the main road that no one was going to just wander over to
them, yet they were still out in the open. There were so many
places that a voyeur could hide and observe Sara’s first taste of
punishment.

“I won’t repeat myself, Sara,” staring at
her with those dark eyes, appraising her as if she was a juicy
steak. Sara slowly turned around, placing her hands on the seat of
his bike. Chris reached around from behind her, placing his hands
on her thighs. He sharply pulled backwards so that her rear slammed
into him. Sara realized that she was in a very compromising
position. Her ass was held up in the air, vulnerable to a very,
very angry man.

Chris slid his hands under her coat, lifting
it up to expose the skin on the small of her back. She flinched as
the cold air reached her now bare flesh. Chris grabbed the top band
of her yoga pants and pulled them down over her backside. Hearing
the resounding slap on her left cheek before the pain even
registered in her brain, she cried out more from shock than actual
pain. Chris methodically rubbed across the spot as if to infuse
heat back into where he struck. The next blow came on her right
cheek, this time with more force. The sharp pain quickly ebbed away
into a pleasurable sensation. That sensation was stoking a fire
deep in her belly, one that she had never felt before. Sara could
feel the moisture accumulating between her legs. As if Chris was
reading her mind, he reached down letting his fingertips play in
the nest of curls covering her sex. His deep chuckle hummed through
her body, making her even hotter.

“You are wet, little one,” drawing his
fingers up to his lips and licking them like they were covered in
the most delicious whipped cream. Leaning to her ear, his voice
deep with her arousal, “Now thank your Dom for your
punishment.”

“Thank you, I guess,” Sara stammered back.
Chris had reached over and was readjusting her yoga pants,
smoothing the fabric back over her rear.

“It’s thank you, I guess,
Sir
. You address me as Sir when we are playing,”
waiting for Sara to respond as he smoothly straddled his
motorcycle.

“Yes, Sir,” Sara shot back to him. His
chuckle was anything but hot this time. It was dark and
dangerous.

“The next time you say it, I don’t want it
dripping with disdain, sweetheart,” holding his hand out for her to
climb on the bike. Sara climbed on, giving him a peck on the cheek,
whispering in his ear “Yes, Sir,” licking the edges. She could see
his grin from her position behind him on the bike.