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I motioned for the bartender, “Another shot please.”
The bartender gave me a look, “That’s your fourth shot, and you’ve been here about fifteen minutes love. Running from something or someone?”
I laughed, “A little bit of both.”
He brought my shot and slid it in front of me, brushing his fingertips against mine, “Need someone to run to?”
I grabbed the shot glass, smiled and tossed it back, savoring the burn, finally feeling the effects of the alcohol hitting my system. “No thanks, but thanks for the offer.”
I placed the shot glass on the bar, pulled a fifty out of my pocket and laid it next to the shot glass. “Have a good night, keep the change.”
I made my way towards the crowded dance floor, the alcohol flowing through my system, the beat of the music pulsing in my ears and I started letting go. Forcing myself to let go of the pain and frustration of the day, I began to sway my hips to the sound of the music, letting the beat guide me as I swayed and danced. I felt a pair of strong hands on my hips as they tried to pull me closer. I turned around and faced a good-looking man, but gently removed his hands from my hips and shook my head no. I wasn’t here for a hook-up. I was here to forget. The man smiled and stepped away.
I continued to dance, feeling a light-headed, but not drunk. The floor became more crowded, the room became hotter, I watched as the crowd parted slightly and there he was the very person I was trying to avoid, standing right in front of me. I stopped mid-sway and stared at him, he stepped towards me, grabbed my waist in his large hand and pulled me to him placing his other hand on my head. I could feel his chest rumbling as if he was saying something, but it was too loud to hear anything.
Quickly he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a hallway, there were already people lined along the wall, but the minute they saw him coming they scattered. He pushed me roughly up against the wall, pinning my body with his.
He brought his lips to my ear, “So this is what you do when you’re angry, you run out and come to a club so other men can touch you?” He growled.
Oh shit, I was in trouble. I went to open my mouth to defend myself and his lips came roughly down on mine. It wasn’t the gently kiss I was used to, it was a bruising, punishing kiss, that had me groaning in his mouth. My hands were begging to touch him, I tried to raise them but he pushed me harder into the wall. As he pulled away, he nipped at my lips.
“I don’t care if you told people no when they tried to touch you, you are mine and I am yours. If you wanted to blow off steam you should have said something. I would have come with you. But you ran.” He said while biting and licking my neck.
“Now you’re going to be punished.”
“Here?” I squeaked.
He placed his forehead on mine, kicked my legs apart and without the normal preparation shoved a finger inside me. I moaned feeling myself dampen as he worked another finger inside me. I began to arch my back, trying to create more friction. He pushed my legs wider and put another finger in me, I cried out and looked at him as he watched me. He reached over and twisted my nipple, causing me to get even wetter. Bastard, he knew how much I enjoyed that. My legs began to shake and my pussy tightened against his fingers. I was going to cum soon. Then he pulled his fingers out and used his wet hand to reach in his pants and grab his already hard cock.
I watched as my juices coated his thick, hard cock as he stroked it. I reached out to takeover and he slapped my hand away. I looked at him my eyes distraught. I wanted to be the cause of his orgasms just as he was with mine. That’s when I realized, that I was being punished. I wasn’t going to be allowed to cum and he was going to take what I wanted to give him.
My head dropped to chest and he lifted it so I was looking at him. His eyes were sad, but his face determined. He continued stroking himself and I watched as his cock grew and finally he came and shot it all over my skirt.
He grabbed my cheeks, softer this time and kissed me lightly. “Come home when you’re ready to talk.” Then he tucked himself in and walked away, leaving me in the hallway covered in cum, horny and disappointed in myself.