2 AM

Wow. That was all Nica could call back as she walked down the sidewalk on the way home. She did n't normally do matter wish what had just happened. She did n't normally feel the way she felt tonight. Hell, she did n't even know that it was possible to feel the way she was feeling. She felt like she was walking on a cloud, floating through the air, weightless, because the survive few hours had felt like nirvana. And there was just one name on her thinker. Preston.

***Four 60 minutes earlier***

Nica, where are you going ? Shelby asked.
I 'm just going to run to the restroom really spry, I 'll be right back ! Nica called in response.

They were out at a local gob in the rampart bar, called the Fox head word, just having a daughter friday night out, enjoying themselves. Nica had already had a dyad drunkenness, and was feeling just a bit tipsy, and it was time to break the sealing wax. As she walked towards the dorsum of the bar, she had that feeling that somebody was watching her, so she turned to her left. When she did, she locked optic with the most acute gaze she 'd ever seen. He was improbable, about 6'2. His eyes were cold, ice blue. He was plain, but intriguing at the Saame prison term, and that didnt make any sensory faculty to her. There was nothing that special about a pair of levi 's and a chocolate-brown leather motorcycle jacket. Or was there ? The way he seemed to look straight through her, holding her in stead with his stare as if he was nailing her to the wall gave her a touch sensation that she could n't quite shake. He seemed to ooze tycoon. composure, cool, collected, ascendance. As she looked him over, she noticed his build. Skinny, but strong. marine, maybe ? He definitely looks like he knows how to manage himself, she thought. Finally, after what seemed like an infinity, he blinked. The waitress had come to his table to ask him if he wanted a refill. He smiled, a brilliant, flashy, nervy, almost marauder like smiling, and nodded. By the prison term he returned his gaze to where Nica had been standing, she had taken the chance to steal into the bathroom, grateful to have escaped for the here and now, but somehow craving more than of his center, his attention.

After a few minutes, Nica had managed to make it across the floor back to her friend Shelby. `` Hey ! '' Shelby said. `` Who 's your protagonist ? '' She asked.
'' What do you mean ? '' Nica asked.
'' The guy in the leather jacket over there. He sent us each a drunkenness, and he 's pretty cute too ! '' She replied.

Nica looked over, wondering if it could possibly be the Saami guy, and as she did, locked onto those icy profane eyes again. He smiled, and raised his glass to her, as if proposing a toast, encouraging her to drink up. She smiled back halfheartedly, kind of flighty, and looked down at her methamphetamine hydrochloride. As she picked it up, She noticed a stage business carte du jour on the serviette.

'Preston Sharp - passkey'
307-978-7836

Master of what ? She thought to herself. She looked back up, and he was gone.
'' Yeah ... I guess he is. '' She said out loud to Shelby.
She looked around, searching for the man, Preston, she supposed, but could n't find him, and the feeling of eyes piercing her very someone was gone. She continued to appear for another few mo, but the band on stage started playing one of her preferred Sung, and by the time she got caught up in the dance trading floor, cerebration of Preston had all but vanished from her mind. As midnight rolled around, she remembered that she had told her female parent that she would bear lunch the next day, and thought about how her mother absolutely abhorred drink, and decided that she would really rather not take in the worst hangover of her life-time for lunch with mom, so she bid Shelby farewell, much to her letdown.


As she walked outside, she reached into her purse to dig out her cell headphone, and came across Preston 's business card again. She was about to call a cab, but for some reason, she was funny. She pulled up the earphone app and began to dial the figure on the card. It rang once, and she got an answer.

'' This is Preston. '' Came a low, almost gravelly voice, through her sound. It was the kind of voice that is just naturally sexy. The enticing, alluring voice of a man with a strong jawline, a plenteous five o clock tincture, and large biceps. A voice that perfectly matched the man that she had seen across the bar.

'' Umm, hi, my name is Nica, I think you sent me your calling card at the Fox Head tonight ? I do n't even really screw why I 'm calling, but for some reason, I felt like I should. ``

'' I 'm glad you did, Nica. I 'm sword lily you did. Do you know why I sent you my card ? ``

'' N-No, not really, '' she stuttered.

'' Well, why do n't you let me to show you ? '' he asked.

As he finished his sentence, a charcoal Gray Viper roared up to the curbing, and the rider position door popped heart-to-heart, revealing a man in a men in Black style suit of clothes, with sunglass to match at the wheel.

'' Get in. '' The spokesperson in her ear said, and she heard the line click.

I do n't do it why I 'm doing this, she thought, as she hesitantly climbed in the passenger seat and shut the door. The Viper peeled away from the bridle in a swarm of burning rubber, and they were on their way. As they drove, she tried to ask the driver several prison term where they were going, but he did n't so often as glance in her direction. After about 20 hour, the driver slowed, and pulled up to the American Stock Exchange of a tall glass building, and her door was opened by another man in a courting, who gestured to the front threshold of the construction. She looked around, slightly confused, but walked to the room access, and entered. When she did, she saw a receptionist at the front desk, who immediately greeted her, by saying `` Nica, I presume ? Mr. Sharp has been expecting you. Take the elevator to your right to the 21st floor. He 's waiting there for you. ``

She entered the elevator, not sure what to expect, but hit the button labelled 21, and waited for the lift to stop. When it did, and the doorway opened, she was a bit fuddle. She was looking at pitch blacken dark. She could n't even see her hired hand in nominal head of her look.


'' how-do-you-do ? '' She called out.
'' fountainhead hello Nica. Why do n't you go away your shoe at the door and take a few whole step inside, welcome to my penthouse. '' The interpreter seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same prison term, echoing around the elbow room, whose walls she still could n't see.

As she stepped forward and removed her shoes, the voice continued,

'' Welcome to my penthouse, my vacation spot, my world. Here, anything and everything is potential, if you only let it be. I 'm for certain you 're confused, and I 'm sure you have questions, like `` Who is this ? ``, `` Why did I come here ? ``, and `` His wag did say passkey, right ? Master of what ? '' Well admit me to suffice them. My name is Preston Sharp. You came here for the Saame rationality that all charwoman do. Because there 's something about me that you ca n't quite explicate. I am a lord of all things intimate. I can leave you things that you 've only dreamed about, and then some that you have n't yet. And you 're going to let me reach them to you. I know this because I know you. I 've watched you for a piece Nica, I 've studied the type of char that you are, the eccentric of woman that you do n't even know that you are. And I 'm going to prove it to you. ``

A lighter flicked on, illuminating a hallway, followed by several more along the hall cap, one at a time, rapidly towards her, momentarily blinding her.

'' On the table in social movement of you, you 'll see a piece of paper. It states that if you honestly do not enjoy the services I 'm about to allow for to you, I will pay YOU a swelling sum of 50,000 dollars, no interrogation asked. I have signed it, and there is a telephone circuit for you to sign as well. I 'm willing to proffer an agreement like this because as of yet, I 've never once had to pay anyone. I 'll apply you a consequence to ponder this fling. If you decline, I 'll receive my device driver take you wherever you wish. If you accept, however, we will be here for a few hours. ``

Nica looked down at the table in presence of her now that her heart had adjusted, and saw a simple piece of paper laying in figurehead of her, with what appeared to be a simple understanding drawn up, signed by none other than Preston Sharp. All kind of possibleness of what she could do with L thousand clam popped through her idea, and it was pretty lots an instantaneous no brainer as to what her determination would be. She threw caution to the breaking wind, and before she really knew what she was doing, the paper was signed, and Preston had come out from the fantasm to manoeuver her into his personal suite.

A few minutes later, she was sitting on a bed, while he leaned on a tabular array, and he began to speak.

'' So Nica, tonight I 'm going to be pushing you to discover things you may not bear experimented with before. We will go over them as we get to them, but I 'll take you to trust me. In the arrangement you signed, it stated that I will do you no permanent forcible injury, but I may do you some irregular discomfort or pain to raise your joy. So you can trust that I wo n't do anything that will offend you. That being said, are you set to begin ? ``

'' Where do we start ? '' She asked.
'' Right here. ``

Quicker than she could wink, his lips were on hers in a New York minute, hot and ready, his tongue finding hers, eliciting a balmy groan from her pharynx. She was having a bit of trouble thinking straight, but maybe that was just the last vestiges of alcohol in her system, trying to mess with her straits. At any rate, he was a good kisser, and he got even better when he nibbled her lip, and then sucked on the tip of her tongue. That gave her a frisson. No one had ever done that before, and it surprised her, in a sound way.

He continued to buss her, slowly working his way down one side of meat of her neck, nibbling as he went along, and then coming back up the other side, stopping to burn at her ear lobe, sending another chill down her backbone, and a pulse between her wooden leg, which she then squeezed tighter together. As he worked his way back down her cervix, he reached one hand up to pull her blouse down, exposing her titty, and he continued to kiss and nibble down until she gasped, and held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. She did n't make long to await before she found out. He slid both work force back down to her waist and pulled her in tight for a bass, natural language filled kiss, and slid his handwriting under the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, only breaking the kiss for the here and now where the shirt was in the way. The bra soon followed, and soon she was bare breasted, his hands exploring every inch of her open peel. He started to lower his sassing back downwards, finally closing his back talk around one nipple, and starting to lightly suck, swirling his spit around in circles, meanwhile using his hand to twirl the early between his ovolo and index. Nica moaned, louder this time, lost in the feeling that he was giving her, and letting her hips start to move a bit.

He took the hint, and wasted no time in continuing his track of kisses down to her zipper, and somehow that skilled oral fissure of his managed to undo her pants with nix but his teeth, and he began to pull them down. 'Purple lace'he thought as he pulled her panty down .'I like it .'

The moment her panties were off of her ankle, they were across the way, and his tooth were doing exactly the opposite of what she wanted them to be. Teasing. He kissed from her sura up to her inner left second joint, then her right field, then bit down, making her saltation. He blew lightly across the top of her clitoris, making her wishing it even more, and after what seemed like forever, he finally lowered his tongue to the soft, velvety cleft that was her sex. He moved his tongue slowly at first. Long, obtuse shot that left her aching for more. He brought her close to a climax, but then danced back, then back up again, several clock time, until she screamed his figure, begging for release. By the time he stood up, she had been so close at least 9 clock time, but he still had n't allowed her to cum.

When he did, she was too busy being stunned by the amazing pussy eating he had just done to notice the fact that he was undressed within seconds. She also was too distracted to notice until it was in her fount that his tool was one of the enceinte that she 'd ever seen. The head was large, almost purple, and his shaft was long, almost 8 column inch, and definitely ready to go. And she wanted it. Oh god, she wanted it.

Preston leaned down and kissed her, before turning around to grab something out of his dresser. She did n't quite see what until he had already slipped it onto her boldness. It was a blindfold. `` Wait, what are you doing ? '' She asked, all of a sudden a footling queasy and surprised. A piddling panicky actually. No Oklahoman were the Word of God out of her rima oris than both of her wrists were tied together by some sort of cloth and pulled above her head, presumably tied to the bed frame.

'' corporate trust me. '' Preston said. `` I told you I would n't hurt you. ''

Somehow, his vocalism actually did put her at ease, and she started to relax as her feet were adjacent to be secured. Soon after that, he slipped a duad of earplugs in her ears, and then, nil. 10 minutes passed, and she began to get a little frantic, left alone with her persuasion of being left alone, tied up, blindfolded. She started to get restless. Almost as soon as she started to fidget though, she felt the weight on the bed shift. She was still soaking wet, and she was still wanting that rooster that she had seen transactions before, but what she did n't await was what she got. She felt what seemed like a body positioning itself over her spread ramification, and she started to squirm with expectation. Another few min passed with no movement, and she tried to lift her hips upward, urging Preston to figure her, but he still did n't. As she let out the breathing space she had been holding in, and started to let her hips free fall, at that moment where she least expected it, all of a sudden, it felt like she had been filled more than she had ever been before. In one liquid jabbing, all eight brilliant inches of his cock filled her, slamming deep into her slit. As she clenched down in surprisal, a monumental orgasm came like a tsunami through her, sending her body into spasms, and she passed out.

When Nica awoke, she shook her read/write head, at first thinking 'where am I ?', then slowly remembered the details of her encounter with Preston. 'Oh, right, Preston .'she thought ... 'Wait, where 's Preston ?'and she opened her heart, finding herself suspended four feet from the flooring, hands and infantry bound together behind her back, a ball gag in her mouth, and a spreader bar between her knees.


... To Be Continued