Feeling myself calm a little, I slapped his back. I had to keep a lid on my temper. I shouldn’t care if another man letched after her. “You, too, Teddy.” He was gone in an instant, and I was left to roam the place as much as I wanted. It was great to have power. It was great to command courtesy from people. I was fair—as long as people didn’t cross me.
With my mask in hand, I walked along the hallway towards one of the staff entrances to the hall. It was quiet back here, but I put that down to the fact that most of the staff were outside doing their job. The only noise I could hear was the faint sounds of “Thriller” echoing through the walls.
Facing the door, I stood there, fastening my mask and smiling at the thought of surprising Tyler tonight. She wasn’t going to expect me, so seeing me here would definitely shock her. I was counting on her observation skills to spot me. I knew she didn’t know what I looked like, but she sure knew my hoodie by now. I think I could safely say that she knew my shape by now, too. Considering those were the only things she had to go on, I was confident I wouldn’t have trouble gaining her attention.
I placed my hand on the handle and turned, hearing the music more clearly. It was blaring, but I was used to that. I practically lived in clubs as a child. Tyler never knew that side of me. She was just an innocent—at least that was what I thought. She was virtuous, untouched, pure. I never wanted her tainted by that side of my life.
Walking through the door, I let my senses take everything in. The club was filling up, the music louder, the outfits even more so. The club was dark, but the strobe lights overhead flickered across the room, illuminating all the zombie dolls and mad faces.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer, then ventured over to the corner to take a seat. I knew the club like the back of my hand. I knew all the entry and exit points, all the best spots to sit and watch…just like I always did.
It was another five minutes of sitting and nursing my beer before I noticed Tyler. She walked in with Louisa, her hair a mass of tight, curly waves. She had black eyeliner and bright red lipstick to accentuate her sexy vampire look. Her legs went on for miles in that skirt, and all I could think about was grabbing her, marching her out of the club, and hiding those legs from the rest of the world. Nobody should ever see her legs. They belonged to me and only me.
The green-eyed monster that raged in me suddenly calmed when she walked in and jumped out of her skin at one of the dummies to the left of her. She threw a hand over her heart and giggled along with Louisa. A sound left my own chest where, in a moment of madness, I laughed along with them.
Shit, I had to focus. She was doing her voodoo magic on me again without even fucking realizing it. She wasn’t someone to admire, to laugh with, to do the hearts and flowers thing with. She was my nemesis, my focal point for destruction—nothing else. I had to get my shit together and concentrate on the plan.
The moment she calmed, she and Louisa walked to the bar and ordered their drinks. With sickening interest, I sat there. I was practically drooling at the sight of her, and the only thing I wanted was to take her like I always did. Possess her, own her, remind her to whom she belonged. To whom she will always belong. But I also had to remind myself of the reason I was there. I had this dire need to take as much as I could from her. She needed to know there was no escape, even after I was long gone.
So, I sat and waited, biding my time, watching her as she slowly got a little tipsy. They danced, they giggled, they looked like they were having a good time. There were a few moments that guys tried to cut in and dance with her, but I was glad to see she turned them all down. Maybe I was rubbing off on her.
It wasn’t until about an hour or so in that I made my move. I emerged from the shadows, leaving my beer on the table. I wasn’t here to drink. I was here to watch. I was here to take my prize.
Tyler was a little closer to me on the dance floor than she was before. If she looked my way, she would undoubtedly see me. I watched and waited for another ten minutes as she danced and swayed to the music. She seemed a little intoxicated by the rhythm.
It was about halfway through the song that I had made arrangements to send my message. I had no doubt that she would look up the minute she heard the song.
Just as I had planned, the song came to an end and my song came blaring through the speakers. She froze and I could see her eyes widening as The Police sang “Every Breath You Take”.
On instinct, she searched the room and, just as I had planned, her eyes fell on me. I could see the sparkle of recognition in those hazel eyes of hers. They captured mine, and even though she couldn’t see me, I knew I had captured her. She knew who I was. She knew I was here to claim her.
As she watched me, I made my move around the room. I was deliberately slow so she could take in every move I made. Louisa was dancing with that Pete guy, completely oblivious.
As I circled the room like a lion ready to pounce, another animal, bordering on domestic fucking cat, stepped behind Tyler and grabbed her by the waist for a dance. I thought she was going to tell him no, like the others, but she looked at me, challengingly, and accepted the man’s advances.
My blood boiled. Every instinct in my body was telling me to rip that man’s throat apart, to cut off his fucking hands because he dared to touch what was mine.
As I gripped my fists tightly, I watched as she bore daggers into me. She closed her eyes and started swaying against him, running her fingers through his hair. I knew why she was doing this. I knew why the sudden change in heart. She was trying to punish me. I didn’t know who she thought she was, but I was certainly going to show her soon enough.
Trying to calm myself, I walked again, slowly, deliberately, edging closer and closer to my target. Tyler opened her eyes, trying to find me. When she did, she smiled coyly and carried on wiggling that gorgeous ass of hers into this jerk-offs crotch. Every part of me wanted to punch this guy’s lights out, but I think Tyler secretly hoped for a scene. She was hoping I would lose my cool. What she didn’t realise was how dangerous I really could be. I could snap this man’s neck before she could even blink. I could crush his windpipe within a fraction of a second. My hand would move so fast, she wouldn’t even register that he was dead until she gazed down and found his eyes bore no semblance of a soul.
So I moved slowly, trying to keep my pace despite the fact I was ready to blow every time this man placed a hand on her hip or trailed his fingers down her arm. I walked, just as controlled as before, until I reached my target. I tapped his back, motioning for him to beat it. He did what I thought he would and shrugged me off like I was some kind of nuisance. So, I grabbed his fingers, crushed them until I could feel the snap, and watched as his face turned bright red from the pain. I could have admired the sight for a little longer, but I had much bigger fish to fry.
Tyler turned, saw that I had my hand on his, and watched as Teddy came and took him away. To say her face looked shocked was an understatement. She knew my power now and it made my dick throb harder than ever.
Yanking her to me, I trailed my fingers up and down her arms. At first she stiffened, unable to comprehend what on earth was happening, but my touch was too powerful. It would always be too powerful for Tyler to resist.
Within an instant, she relaxed into the curve of my body, swaying to the voice of Sting telling her I’d be watching her. I’d always be watching her. And she now knew she belonged to me. Every breath she took, every step she made, every smile she faked, I’d always be there, watching her, waiting for her.
As she moved her ass into my crotch, I hissed, trying to gain back my control. With her outfit, she was acting every bit the seductive, dark princess that she truly was inside. I knew Tyler had a dark side just itching, just waiting to break through the surface. Why else would she let me into her home and let me do all the things I have done to her? She secretly loved every fucking second of it.
With a tug of her hip, I ground my cock into her ass, fisting a little of her hair. With a yank, I pu
lled her head back so I could see her eyes. She had them closed, but now looked up at me with a heated desire. She wanted me. She craved me. She desired me.
Trailing my hand down from her hair, I moved along the curve of her back, pushing her long cape out of the way a little. Hitching it up from the back, I reached in to find the lining of her panties and grabbed a hold of them. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and with one quick yank, I ripped them from her body. Tyler shuddered under my touch. At last I had her. She was under my spell now.
Placing the panties into my trouser pocket, I spun her around to face me. Her face was filled with lust, her breathing was harsh, and her eyes were glazed over with want. I bet if I were to feel her now, she would be wetter than she has ever been. I had to know. I had to find out for myself.
Holding her in place, I discreetly placed my hand in between us and reached down to the crevice of her pussy. I was glad she wore such a long cloak. It made doing this without being caught that much easier.
Tyler’s eyes widened, but she never stopped me. She was way too turned on to stop me. I had the power now and she knew it. Instead, she stared up at my mask like she was boring her eyes into it, desperately trying to see the face behind it. She wouldn’t see it, though. Not tonight.
With a move of my finger, I reached in to find her clit. Tyler gasped, closing her eyes as she let me delve my fingers into her. She was wet…oh, so fucking wet. It almost made me explode myself, knowing just how fucking much she wanted this.
As carefully and as discreetly as I could, I held her tight to me as I finger fucked her pussy, trailing my thumb up and down her clit. I carried on leading her, helping her sway to the music as her resolve quickly began to crumble. I had to take charge in every way. I possessed and controlled every part of her now, and there was no way she could stop me, even if she wanted to.
I watched Tyler’s expression as an erotic frown crossed her beautiful face. She was in sweet agony under my touch. As I quickened my pace a little, Tyler bit her lip, knowing that she would come soon. I knew she was close. I wanted to feel her come on my fingers. I wanted to feel her lose control. I wanted her to trust that I could take her control and keep her safe. Here. With me. No one else.
And there was nobody else. The room was packed, filled with dancers swaying and moving to the beat of the music. Nobody cared about anybody else, and that was just how I wanted it. It was just me and Tyler. Tyler and me.
I gripped Tyler’s waist even tighter now as I could feel her moans reverberating through her chest and into mine. She was close to that breaking point.
With another finger, I applied pressure to her clit, moving and sliding over her wetness. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to lick every single drop of it up. Tyler stiffened. Every muscle in her body giving way to her orgasm as I felt her come apart around me. I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers and that alone almost had me come undone. She bucked a little as I carried in my onslaught, but I held her in place. I wasn’t going to let her go. Not now. She was too beautiful to watch. She was almost too beautiful to tarnish. If I didn’t know any better, that was.
As I pulled my fingers out her tight, wet pussy, I held her in place as she calmed. It looked like she needed time after that. I could tell it must have been one of the most intense orgasms she ever had. I smiled a little, realizing Tyler was a secret exhibitionist. She fed off the fact that there were people around us who could have possibly been watching the whole thing. I was careful, though. I was always careful. It was what I lived off day after day. It was what I had to be. I was constantly watching over my shoulder, making sure whoever could sneak up to me would never get as far as ten feet before I struck. I wasn’t dumb enough to know there were people out there that wanted me to disappear, just like my parents. I was determined it wasn’t going to happen to me. It never would. I was simply too good at what I did.
Gazing down into Tyler’s eyes, I knew she was satisfied. She was practically humming after her orgasm. What she didn’t reaslise was I wasn’t done with her quite yet. She seemed content to stay in my arms, just rocking and moving to the music. There was a different song playing now. Another song, which could have been made for Tyler, was now blasting through the speakers. I chuckled a little as I listened the lyrics. “It always feels like somebody’s watching me” blared into my ears as Tyler looked up at me with a smile.
I couldn’t let her get too complacent with me. It was almost like I was a comfort to her now. I needed to show my authority again. I needed her to know.
With a tug of her hand, I led her away from the dance floor and back towards one of the staff exit doors. “Surely we can’t go back here,” she said, but I didn’t answer. The crippling need to bury my cock in her took over. I had to claim her body. I had to show her who was boss. She tested me tonight and she needed to know what the punishment was for that.
Still pulling at her hand, I led Tyler into a darkened storage room. It wasn’t comfortable or cosy, but it wasn’t meant to be. You could smell dampness and the faint smell of bleach from the cleaning products they kept here. I chose this room purposefully. I wanted Tyler to know she wasn’t as special as she thought she was. I could still use her. Just enough to piss her off, but not so much that she completely turned away from me. I had her now and she knew it. I could virtually do whatever the hell I liked to her and she would let me.
With her breathing harsh, Tyler looked around the room with distasteful interest. She inhaled, no doubt catching the aroma. Eventually, though, curiosity got the better of her as she turned to face me. “Do you own this club or something? Why is it you seem to command such power? That man out there, and the security guard—”
I placed my finger to her lips, stopping her incessant questions. “Take off your cloak,” I demanded.
Tension sizzled in the air. Her eyes squinted and I knew she was having a debate in her head. Her body wanted to do as instructed, but her head was yelling at me to fuck off. When she didn’t comply, I stepped closer. “Take. The. Cloak. Off.” I was more than demanding it. I was commanding.
A hint of a gasp left her lips as I watched her chest rise and fall. She wanted me to fuck her. My fingers only weren’t enough to soothe that dying need inside of her. She ached for this. She lived for this.
Her stranger.
Her Lotus.
I waited, thinking I would have to take action myself and rip it from her, but Tyler surprised me. Her hand rose to her neck, pulling at the string. The cloak fell to the floor and an involuntary growl left my lips. Tyler shuddered a little. Even the sound of my voice affected her.
My cock sprang to life. I thought I would have to work harder to ruin the dark princess before me, but it looked as though I already had. She was mine. Utterly, totally, incomprehensibly mine. I wanted to grab her and fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked in her life.
I looked around the room and spotted a table in the corner. “Get over there and bend over…now.”
To my surprise again, she complied, walking towards the table and bending over to show that gorgeous ass of hers again. I walked towards her and almost circled her again, like she was my prey. I had to take in the sight. She was magnificent to watch. Her body almost quivered and quaked with need. She ached for me to touch her. The intensity was like a rich aroma, taking my sense of smell into overdrive. She was desperate for me and the thought had my cock acting on autopilot.
I approached from behind, hitching up that small skirt of hers. I circled my hand on her ass with slow deliberation. “You didn’t dance with any man tonight until you saw me. Why?” I kept on circling as I waited for her answer. Her breathing was still harsh. She didn’t know what the hell I was about to do to her and it had her body shivering with desire.
“I can dance with who—”
I slapped her ass hard, noting that her yelp of discomfort was laced with arousal. I patted her behind and carried on my circular motion. “Shall we try that again?” I asked. “Why
did you dance with that man knowing I was watching you?”
Her eyes closed for a brief moment, her breathing even more erratic than ever. “Fuck you,” she seethed through her teeth.
I felt her tense, so she knew it was coming. She wanted this. She knew she would be punished if she didn’t answer the question, so she was deliberately provoking me. What a kinky little bitch you are, Tyler O’Shea.
The sound of the smack echoed around the room as Tyler desperately tried stifling her moan. It was no use, though. Her body was eager to betray her.
“Tyler, I am disappointed in you. You need to stop fighting me and tell me the truth. I know why you did it. I just want to hear it from that gorgeous mouth of yours.” Fisting her hair, I yanked her up towards me and rubbed my throbbing cock onto her ass. She closed her eyes with a moan, letting me savour her dying need for me.
“Did you want that jerk-off to fuck you?” I hissed into her ear. “Did you want that fucker’s hands on you?” Putting my hand on her breast, I cupped and squeezed her nipple, feeling them hard and ready for me.
“Please,” Tyler moaned again. She was desperate for me to take her.
Reaching down to her ass, I gave it a little stroke before spanking her again. “Wrong fucking answer, Tyler.” I gripped her tightly to me, hand still fisted in her hair. “Did you want that man to fuck you?”
“No,” she breathed, an air of longing in her voice.
My hand found her breast again as I fondled and played with her nipple. Leaning closer to her ear, I closed my eyes for a second, savouring her coconut scent. “Why not, Tyler?” I whispered, puckering her erect nipple with my fingers
“Because,” she moaned again under my touch, but I couldn’t lose her just yet.
I reached down and slapped her one more time. “Because why, Tyler?”
She roared like the caged tiger I knew she was. “Because I want you to fuck me. I always want you to fuck me!” Her eyes blazed with wanton fury, setting off a burning inside of me. Crippling need took over as I unzipped my trousers and let my cock spring to life. I almost sighed with relief. It had been aching to get out all night. It had been searching for its release, and I was about to give it to him.