Six Nights of Sin

CHAPTER 2: NICK

CHAPTER 2: NICK

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Nick wanted her. A lot. His d**k pushed against the zipper of his pants and he plucked at the cloth, trying to make himself more comfortable. He hadn’t wanted to f**k anyone this badly in a very long time. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was about her that made him want to dominate her. She was cute, sexy even but he’d had hotter women. His eyes caressed her stiff, straight back as she began to raise her dress for Patrick. Something about the way she’d refused to obey when Terry had ordered her to undress had made him want to bend her to his rule. To mold her to his desires until they were hers too. Terry, the i***t, would break her, change her into a submissive.

She had nice legs, long and smooth. He grinned as she flashed them a quick look at her panties before dropping her dress. Black lace was typical, but he was almost certain there was green lace interwoven in them too. Green like her eyes. He had to find out.

She lowered the strap of her dress and he sucked in a breath as his hand adjusted himself again. This was getting painful, but he couldn’t take his eyes from her. With her long auburn hair, pale skin and green eyes she looked like an Irish fairy from his grandmother’s tales. Beautiful, magical and dangerous.

Terry bellowed at her again. She’d leave if that kept up and he’d never see her panties. That wouldn’t do. Not at all. “Turn around.” He said it as an order but with a hint of a plea.

After some discussion, she obeyed.

“Raise your dress again.” He really needed to see her panties. “Please.”

She lifted her dress almost displaying her a*s. His hand stroked across his c**k. Oh yeah, he’d f**k that. She hadn’t raised it high enough for him to see if there were green in her panties, but it no longer mattered.

Patrick’s polite thank you as she walked out the door made him pause. He should let Patrick have her. Patrick was a good guy and would treat her right, do exactly what she wanted. He shifted in his seat, his erection painfully hard in its confinement. He should let Patrick have her, but he wouldn’t. He pressed the button on the chair and the door opened.

Veronica strolled in, all lush curves and softness. She was one of his favorites, always up for anything.

“Nicky, baby you’re all worked up.” Veronica’s brown eyes stared at the bulge in his pants and slowly raised to his face. As soon as his eyes met hers, she licked her lush, red lips.

“Knees.” He wasn’t in the mood to play.

She strolled forward, her hips rolling seductively. He usually enjoyed watching her work, but tonight he didn’t want a lush, full-figured platinum blonde. He wanted an auburn-haired fairy. He spread his legs, giving her better access and leaned back his head, closing his eyes.

It was Sarah not Veronica, kneeling before him. She wore only dark green panties—her breasts bare and her lips full and pink. It was her tongue that darted out, l*****g his tip, tasting him. Her hand stroked his length while her mouth and tongue worked the tip of his c**k, sucking and l*****g. She felt so good, so hot and wet and...the suction was intense. His balls tightened and his d**k got even bigger, but Sarah kept sucking. He came hard and fast, spurting in her mouth. He imagined Sarah swallowing every bit and l*****g her lips. His d**k twitched and started to harden but he didn’t have time to come again. He opened his eyes. Veronica gave him one last lick, to clean him off and then dabbed at her lips, her red lipstick still dark and intact. He put his semi-flaccid d**k back in his pants and zipped them up.

“Thank you, Veronica.” He reached for his wallet and handed her a couple of hundreds. The service was free, part of the membership to the club, but good tips kept the best girls coming.

“Should I stay?” Her hand trailed up his thigh.

It wouldn’t be too long before he could go again and Veronica was fun, but she wasn’t who he wanted. “Not tonight.”

She frowned a little as she stood. “If you change your mind, I’m here until midnight.” She waved at him as she left.

He poured himself another drink. It was tempting, but he didn’t have time for a night of s*x. His interview could be tomorrow or the next day and he had to win. He had to have Sarah and that meant he had to beat his competition.

Terry was out, but the others weren’t going to lose without a fight. Ethan wouldn’t help him. His friend took the rules of his club seriously. No, he had to decipher what she wanted by himself. He opened her dossier, paying closer attention to her desires and fantasies than he’d done before. It wasn’t going to be easy to figure out what she wanted by her words alone. Women never knew what they really wanted. They only knew what they thought they wanted and the two were never, ever the same.