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  “Undress, Milanka,” he commands while undoing his dress shirt which reveals the front of him. He looks deliriously good with his shirt unbuttoned and dressed the way he is. Pulling my shirt over my head then reaching for my pants, I look up, and he’s watching me. He’s very interested. But unlike last time I undressed for him, he isn’t watching my eyes, this time his eyes are solely on my body, and he approves very much of what I’m doing, I can see it in his eyes. Dropping my pants and panties, I step out of them and take a step forward as I undo my bra. He licks his lips, another sign that he approves. It is, after all, what men mostly do. It’s what made me know I could use them. They’re controlled by one thing, their cock. I wasn’t sure if he was interested in me, because of his mixed signals. Now, though, there’s no hiding it as he watches me.

  “Will someone be joining us?” I ask him.

  His eyes skim me then land on my face. His face hardens at my words and I know he didn’t like what I’ve said by the scrunch of his forehead and his nostrils flaring.

  “Do you want someone else to join in, Milanka?”

  There he goes again with saying my name like that. Why can’t he just ask a question without adding my name? I shrug my shoulders at him because I’m unsure of what my answer should be. He walks toward me with the silver object in his hand while his face stays stern.

  He lifts his free hand and touches my chin as he speaks, “I won’t share you, Milanka. Don’t even think about sharing yourself with anyone but me. Do you understand?”

  Nodding my head, I agree to his terms.

  “Good… now let’s play.” I hear the excitement in his voice as he says it. Reaching my hand up, I go to touch him, but he captures my wrists and secures both in his hand. Then the coldness followed by a click is all I get before I look down and see my hands are now handcuffed together.

  Looking up at him, before I can freak out, I see his eyes on me waiting for my reaction. He expects me to freak out. I guess it is part of the reason he did it in the first place. Taking a breath, I calm my reaction and wait for his response. He nods his head and pushes me backward with his hands.

  My legs hit the loveseat, and I fall back onto it, basically a couch with no sides. He pushes my legs open, separating them, and walks next to me, grabbing hold of my cuffed arms, pulling them up high and over my head. Connick pushes a button on the wall, and I look up as something starts sliding down from the ceiling. It’s a hook, just not as sharp as ones that would scare you. He lifts my arms up just a tiny bit and hooks the handcuffs up to the hook, leaving me on the sofa.

  Connick comes to stand behind me. Looking back at him, I notice him smirk. His large hand trails down my body and touches me all over, all the way down to my clit where he flicks, making my body move before he comes back up and turns my head to the side.

  Hearing a click, a light comes on but not in the room. It’s the glass window. I notice everyone out there, up to five people sit out there watching, some naked and touching each other as they stare at us. I don’t even hear Connick move as I watch everyone.

  Not sure how comfortable I feel with eyes on me.

  I turn back to Connick, who’s undressed and hovering over me at the end of the sofa. He has a cup in his hand. He looks down and then brings the cup over my exposed sex. Cold water hits my pussy, I shiver and go to clench my legs to close them. He stops me with his hands then bends down to breathe on my pussy, the warmth of his breath feels better. He licks, and the warmth is all too much and I want much more.

  I begin to moan then he does it again, cold followed by his tongue. I can feel the water dripping down my legs and under my back. It’s cold, yet the moment he touches me, my body submits and all I can think about is wanting more of what he’s doing.

  My head turns to the side, and that’s when I remember we have an audience. People are watching us, some are even making out and touching others as they observe what he’s doing to me. My legs go to close and my hands try to come down, but they can’t move because they are handcuffed to the ceiling above. He repeats this action, and soon I’m coming. With the audience removed from my brain, nothing else matters but what’s happening to me and who’s doing it.

  My back tries to drop and my body is exhausted, though Connick isn’t finished with me yet. Because he holds my legs down and kisses my inner thighs as he works his way up my body. Connick doesn’t look to the window at all—it’s like they don’t exist to him. His eyes are only on me and no one else. I go to turn my head, but he grabs hold of my chin and swings it back with his cold hands to face him. His nose touches the tip of mine and his lips are only a whisper away. I’m waiting, holding my breath for what he has to say. I’m afraid he’s going to kiss me, being so close.

  “You think I care for you?” His breath touches my lips. My eyes open wide and his narrow. “I’m here for your body, Milanka. It’s all become quite a disapproving addiction to me.”

  “Disapproving?” I manage to squeak a word out.

  “Don’t fall for me, Milanka. I’ll bring you nothing but pain.” His eyes drop to my lips and with a hard breath from both of us, his lips land on mine hard and fast. It’s quick, but the moment he pulls away, we both know the mistake he’s made. He uncuffs my hands and my body drops off the love-seat. Turning my head, I go to look out the window but the lights are off and no one is there—at least from what I can see. He notices me looking and whispers in my ear as he drops down to pick me up, “They left. No more sharing.”

  Managing to keep my eyes open, I look at him as he brings me to his chest. He’s fully clothed and not a bit exhausted at all. Whereas, I feel like I have run a marathon and can hardly stay awake.

  Closing my eyes, I drift in and out of sleep, and before I know it, I’m waking up in my bed, with Connick standing over me. I’m still too tired to speak, then I touch my lips.

  He kissed me.

  He also knows where I live, did I tell him again? How does he do that?

  Chapter 15

  The night comes back full force when I open my eyes the next morning. The sun is streaming in on my face and my body is sore, but I don’t quite understand why. Rolling over, a scream leaves my mouth. Connick is standing there watching me from the doorway. His facial expression doesn’t change, as he takes in the scream that’s ripped from my throat or even my terrified expression. He just stands there with his hip on the doorframe dressed like sex wearing a suit. Bastard.

  Fuck!

  Gripping my face, I contemplate pulling out my hair, something or anything to give me strength around this man.

  “I got you milk.” Looking up, I see he’s still watching me and I’m surprised by his words.

  “Milk?” I question him, and he nods his head.

  “You left it in my car, Milanka… last night.”

  Oh yeah, that’s right. Last night. Before all the wild sex.

  “Thanks…” is all I can think of to say to him.

  What else am I meant to say?

  What the fuck are you doing in my house? is probably a good starting point.

  Laughing at myself and my stupidity, I pull the covers from my body and go to stand. I’m naked with marks on my breasts and a sore ass. Not to mention my vagina feels like it’s taken more than a beating. I remember feeling his mouth on and around my breasts, the pain with pleasure was incredible, and I would do it again right now if I had the energy. My hand rubs my arm unsure of why he’s still here, and now wanting to ask him as well—he did, after all, look after me and get me home safely.

  He takes a step toward me, and I go stock still unsure if I should move or not. When he steps right up into my face I see a different side of him, it all looks familiar, like I know him. The easygoing smirk he’s producing is having weird effects on me, and I can’t seem to work out why.

  Connick must pick up on my confused look and his smirk drops. His hand touches my arm, and he leans in with his minty breath as he whispers in my ear, “Milanka…” He backs away from me and turns w
hen he’s at the door. Hearing the door shut, I run out there to make sure he’s gone and lock it behind him.

  What is he doing to me?

  ***

  Connick’s messaged me once, just once in a whole week. I haven’t messaged at all, unsure of what to say or even how I feel about him. The experience I had with him at that club was unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and I’m not sure if I want to repeat that again.

  It was good, but was it worth losing my abilities to have him fuck me like that again?

  Possibly, my inner demon says.

  I’ve been speaking with Serena more lately, too. She rang earlier and asked what my plans were for the day. I lied and said I had a self-defense class to go to, and she wanted to come. So now I have to go to one and hope he isn’t there because I didn’t book a private one this time. Luckily for me there’s a group class on today.

  Pulling open my creaky car door, I stand and see Serena already waiting. She’s dressed much like me in shorts and a workout shirt. She starts waving and walking over to me. I quickly look around to make sure I don’t see his car anywhere. There’s no sign of it, so I take a deep breath and hope I don’t have to deal with him today.

  “Who were you looking for?” Serena asks with her towel and water bottle in her hands. She looks around again and comes back to me for an answer.

  I shake my head. “No one.”

  She lets my lie go and we make our way inside. Serena starts talking about her kids, their names, how much of a terror they are, and how much like Von they are. I smile when appropriate and nod my head when not fully listening. Walking in, I look around, and I’m glad when I don’t see him. We head to the back of the gym where the class is being held, and I pretend to listen to everything she’s saying with interest. But it’s hard, I just don’t do kids—at all. And that’s all she seems to be wanting to talk about.

  The class is full when we enter, so we take a seat at the back. Girls are everywhere, some are even dressed in very skimpy workout clothes. Actually, Serena and I are the only ones dressed in more than a scrap of clothing.

  “Are we dressed wrong?” she leans in and whispers to me.

  I shrug my shoulders in response because maybe we are. “I don’t know. I hope not, though.”

  Waiting for a few minutes, a voice booms for us to stand and start stretching. Chills run over me because I know that voice, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see the owner for at least a little while longer. Hopefully, he won’t notice me, considering I’m hiding at the back of the class. Girls are starting to stretch, and when they lean forward, I make sure I do the same so he won’t see me. Serena starts talking again, and I just make out what she’s saying.

  “Hey, that instructor… is the one that came in looking for you last time?”

  I “shh” her and keep my head down.

  “He’s spotted you, Milanka,” she finishes.

  When I look up, I see her eyes are to the side of the room following something, or possibly someone, as they come to the back. He asks everyone to change positions, and they all do like robots.

  “Damn girl.”

  Rolling my eyes, I stretch my arms out and turn to the side to see him watching me as he walks up to me.

  He isn’t going to talk to me with a room full of people, is he?

  His eyes watch me as he starts instructing the room on what to do. Connick slowly looks over the class, and his eyes keep coming back to me. To tease? I’m not sure. He walks behind me halfway through and stands directly behind me. I can feel him so close, and when he talks, I can feel his breath on me. He moves away after a few rounds of exercising and walks to the other side of the room still flicking his eyes back to me occasionally.

  “He’s intense,” Serena says near the end of the class.

  He’s now at the front of the classroom, and I can just see his head as he looks back to me.

  We start packing up, and women hover around him at the front thanking him for the class. I just want to get out of here as soon as possible.

  “Should we thank him like all the other women?”

  I turn to tell her she can’t be serious, and I see the laughter hidden behind her eyes and her smile that’s about to break through. “He is quite popular after all.”

  I walk to the door hoping he won’t notice I’m leaving, then my name is echoed through the room and I run straight into the back of Serena as she stops.

  “Should we keep going?” she whispers like we’re planning a major escape. I want to laugh at her seriousness, but I decide to nod my head and she takes a step forward when my name is called yet again.

  “Fuck!” I swear.

  Serena turns to look at me and her eyes go wide. “Everyone is looking this way.”

  I shake my head and turn to his voice. Connick still has ladies surrounding him, and those ladies are looking me up and down like I don’t belong.

  “A minute of your time, Milanka.”

  Argh, there he goes, using my name like that again. I sometimes wish I’d given him my fake name, Sara, that way his words when he says my name wouldn’t have the same effect on me as they do right now.

  “Should I… um… stay?” Serena asks, looking behind to Connick.

  “No, it’s fine. I’ll see you tonight at work?” I ask her with a measured grin.

  With a smile, Serena nods her head and looks back to him one more time. “I really hope he fucks you into tomorrow.”

  My mouth falls open, and my eyebrows raise while she just smiles at me.

  “What? I see the way he’s looking at you. Even with a room full of women, he wants only you, and I know how much you love sex.”

  That last part shocks me.

  How does she know how much I like sex?

  She answers my unasked question. “I’ve seen the men come in and ask for your fake name, Milanka. But who cares?” She shrugs her shoulders and leans in to hug me before she leaves me standing at the door, waiting for him like I’m his girlfriend. That won’t happen.

  Turning around and stepping out of the doorway, I turn to see other women placing their hands on his shoulder or his bicep. He talks to them and answers when appropriate, but keeps looking up to make sure I’m still there.

  Soon, I’m getting sick of waiting and watching other women move their hips or bat their eyelashes at him, and when he looks back up to me, I tap my wrist to indicate this is taking way too long. He nods his head and says something to the ladies who all moan in disappointment.

  He is nice to them.

  Hold on, why isn’t he nice to me?

  He’s a bit of a prick to me. Yet, here I am like an idiot standing around waiting for him.

  Grabbing my bag from the ground that holds my towel and drink bottle, I pick it up to turn and walk away knowing if he says my name again I’ll be lost, and I will succumb to his delectable voice that demands my name. Just as I walk out, a hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back. I know it’s him straight away because his smell surrounds me. Looking to the side, I hear footsteps and see women passing us, straining to see me. I drop my head, not wanting their attention, and try to wriggle free of his grasp.

  “Stay still, Milanka. You don’t need to be wiggling that ass where it is right now…” he pauses, and his spearmint breath tickles my ear, “… unless you want another round, and not being able to walk afterward.”

  I shake my head and do my best to stay still. He lets me go when a beautiful blonde walks up to us. She’s standing next to him now, and I feel her eyes lock on me and look me over.

  “Are we on for tomorrow, Connick?”

  None of the other women used his name the way she just did, like she knows him and knows him well. Her eyes skim me quickly before they go back to him.

  “Yes, two o’clock.” His voice is void of any emotion as he answers her. It’s completely different to when he speaks to me, where his voice is always mixed with anguish or frustration.

  “No strays,” she says, looking at m
e as she walks out.

  My eyes follow her with my mouth hanging open. “Did she just call me a stray?” I turn to face him and see a smirk on his lips. It suits him when he decides to smile or half-smile because he hardly ever does.

  “Does it bother you?”

  I cross my arms over my chest, stepping away from him. “This stray may as well just leave,” I huff out, picking up my bag. I go to walk away when he cups me around my waist again pulling me back to him.

  “Should I bring my stray tomorrow?” he purrs in my ear. My body relaxes in his arm as he whispers in my ear, “Maybe fuck her in the car once I’m done?” Turning in his arms to face him, I take in his face, his perfectly chiseled sexy face, his big lips that are just too good to be true, and the way he licks those lips makes my legs squeeze together knowing what that tongue can do.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can. You work tonight, not tomorrow.” Raising my eyebrows at him in question, he answers, “Your timetable is on your fridge, Milanka.”

  “I don’t do well when there’s a lot of people. I’m better in one-on-one situations.”

  His smirk grows higher. “Just think of how good you can be for me in a crowd like that. Think of how good I’ll treat your pussy after.” I nod my head not even realizing I’m doing it. “A gown will be delivered to your door tonight after you finish work. Wear it, and be ready by one.” He pulls away and walks back into the room where we had our training, not even glancing back at me.

  I could say my work schedule was changed, but the thought of him between my legs again is just too good to pass up.

  On the list for tomorrow—fucking Connick.

  Sounds like a plan, even if I have to dress in shit I don’t normally wear to do it.