My head buzzed with warmth and euphoria, as the light from the club dazzled in my vision sent a fuzzy kind of thrill through me. 

I have never felt this free in all my twenty-three years of life and it was intoxicating.

My eyes scanned the dance floor, taking in almost-naked girls swaying around me while I hunted for Tracy.  

She slipped away sometime ago, probably in between our fifth shot or was it the seventh-I can't really remember anymore. 

My brain was clouded and there was a thin line between me being drunk off my ass.

"Gotcha,"I muttered in happiness, when I spotted her. 

She pressed close to a man dressed in a neatly sharp suit, his blond hair tousled out of place, like someone had run their hand through them continuously, and I did not need to guess who-from the way Tracy continuously rubbed her body against his in her poor act of dancing.

"Tracy!" I called out to her, doubting she could hear me over the noise.

 I made my way towards her, my eyes never straying away in fear that I might lose her, then it would be extremely hard to find her in this crowd of bodies.

"Ouch," I slammed into a hard, like a wall.

I paused in anger and frustration when I felt a thick warmth dripping down my open shoulders.

But then my eyes flared in realization-it was not a wall but rather a person-a strong thick person.

Oh shit! Did I have to cause a problem for myself now? It was all going so well before, I cursed.

"I am sorry, oh my God!

I'm so sorry, I was not paying attention, Please let me make it up to you, I can buy..." I stammered, my throat immediately dried when I looked up. 

At then, I saw him-staring down at me.

Green beautiful eyes. So sharp and intense they could cut through a person, but then, they glowed under the dim light of the club.

They pinned down on me, sending a zing straight down to my core.

He looked somewhat familiar, but still I could not put a pin on where I had seen this stranger in the past.

His full red lips pulsed in a way that looked like he was smirking, but the pinching, and slight crease in his brows said otherwise-he wasn't smirking-not at all.

Rather he was studying me, the same exact way a beast would do before he pounced on his prey.

My gaze moved down to his thick, muscular body clad in a black suit, and then to his jet black hair, sleek behind.

He looked like he just walked out of an office meeting rather than a nightclub, but the aura he carried, made him stand out from every other man in the room.

A shiver slid down my spine as my core tightened. He was the kind of man women dreamt about in wet dreams only.

He shifted slightly, as the light of the club caught something on his wrist.

My eyes flickered down and landed on a watch, no...not an ordinary watch.

 It resembled one of those limited editions-Rolex. My stomach clenched. 

So he was not only gorgeous but rich. And that added to the thrill of him.

That good, I thought. I need a rich and good looking man for tonight, I thought, as my eyes flashed back to the real reason I was at the club today.

"Does my watch fascinate you?" His deep baritone voice rumbled, and my orbs immediately snapped back to his face.

"Huh?.."I stuttered like a fool, inwardly cursing my lack of composure.

God, even his voice sounded sinful. His thick voice had sent an undescribed pleasure through me, which made me clenched my thighs.

He looked perfect, the kind of man Xavier would be jealous of, and that's exactly what I needed-who I needed to take the one thing I had been holding on for so long- my virginity.

I could not help but pray that I looked enticing enough for him, and not like some street beggar. 

I came here immediately after I ended the call with Tracy, not even bothering to change from my old house clothes. It was not like I even had something better.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" His raspy voice came agains.

His lips tipped up in a smirk, as he studied me, with amusement flickering on his face. 

Oh heaven, I must look like a fool.

Yet, his eyes never strayed away, not even a little bit; instead he watched me, like I was the most interesting thing in the room.

And that sent nervousness and a certain kind of sensation racing through me. I had never had anybody look at me like that.

"I can buy you a drink," I blurted out, saying the only rational thing I could think of.

My words made his lips widened into a full blown smile almost like I said something funny or ridiculous. And his smile, almost stole my breath away.

I could not help but wonder how a man could look so good with a smile like that.

"You want to buy me a drink?" He asked, his dark green eyes remained fixed on me, gleaming with amusement and some indescribable emotion.

"Lead the way baby girl," he said. His voice somehow sounded darker this time, and I felt a rush of pleasure coiling low in my belly.

My eyes went to Tracy for a second.

Maybe I should inform her first, who knows the man might be a kidnapper dressed in a suit? The thought made my chest squeeze tight in fear.

But then my mind flashed back to the memory of Xavier and Natasha tangled in sheets, as something snapped inside of me.

If he was a kidnapper, then so be it. At least he was a hot one. I was done playing by the rules.

"Let's go," I said, walking beside him.

He moved to stand closer beside me, his hands brushing lightly across my waist like feathers. The sensation made heat surge through me as my breathing quickened.

But then, the sensation was gone as quickly as it came, when he removed his hands, the moment we got to the bar.

The barman's eyes widened almost bulging out of his head when he noticed the man at my side.

And as if some silent conversation went between them, he suddenly straightened, regaining his composure, although his words still stuttered.

"What can I get for you ma'am," he asked stiffly.

I glanced at the man, waiting for him to order. I poured his drink, and I offered to replace it after all.

"Tequila," he replied.

Although, his dark gaze still remained fixed and steady on mine, never shifting away-not even after the barman came back with his drink.

"The best premium Tequila we served today, my apologies we have nothing better at the bar sir. This cost three hundred dollars per glass..." The waiter said, as I choked on an imaginary spit.

My eyes widened and I struggled to process  whether I had heard wrongly.

Why is it so expensive? Why couldn't he just serve a normal tequila, or order a normal cheap drink? This is definitely going to dent my pocket largely.

 After losing my virginity today, I doubt I'll ever set foot in a club again.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" His hypnotic voice called, bringing my attention back to him.

I badly wanted to be angry at him for ordering such an expensive drink, but the genuine concern in his beautiful eyes melted all my anger away.

"Just peachy," I whispered blushing heavily.

His large hands ghosted over my face, landing on my now prominent cheek bones from lack of good food.

But he didn't seem to mind-he rubbed the array of freckles lying there.

His hands trailed over the dust of red blush I applied earlier with my slight shabby makeup.

His touches sent a delicious sensation through me-and I leaned into it, desperate to feel more.

But then his hands disappeared as quickly as they came, going to clench around his glass of drink as he picked it up, taking a sip.

He swallowed, and the silence stretched between us until I could barely handle it.

"So tell me about yourself," I said.

"Do you really want to know about me, baby girl?

Or do you want me to tell you what I know about you...the way your body is already begging for me?"

He said, and I took in a large gulp of air, at his words.

"I'll rather you know about how my cock would feel dipping in your tight soaking pussy.

While clenched around me as I fucked you into oblivion," he said with a straight face, his eyes steady on mine, like he was spitting facts.

My eyes widened, a soft gasp left my lips, shocked at his words as all the air dispersed from my lungs.

I took in his calm posture wondering how he can remain so cool after saying something as explicit like that.

My cheeks inflamed-growing hot and red. 

I was so sure by now I looked like I was dipped in fire. 

My mind jumbled with the fact that I was not even a tiny bit repulsed by those words, rather they sent a pool of sensation down my spine, going directly to my core.

I was already swollen down there, growing uncomfortable, throbbing with lust just by sitting close to him while breathing in his musky delicious scent.

"Would you like that baby girl?" He asked smoothly. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the ache being starved for attention for so long, but I couldn't find it in me to stop him.

I wanted to know what a real man like him could do.

"Would you like to know how my cock would feel wrapped around your pretty pink lips-as I made you choke on it till tears clouded your vision.

Would you like to know how your pussy would feel begging for my touch to make it cum?"

His fingers darted out to trace my collar bone. "And don't lie to me, because I can feel it, how your pulse spikes up from my touches-just like this. Beautiful," he said, stopping at the flare on the pulse at the base of  my throat.

He watched me, just exactly like he did all night, like I was the only one he could see.

My mouth went dry from his touch. My head spinning from his words, his smell, his dirty talk, and honestly...

"I would very much like to know that sir," I said, seeing no reason to waste time in getting to know each other or deceive myself with even the thought of romance.

 I should just focus on the real reason I came here now, and that was to find a man to take my virginity.

And this hot man right here, looked nothing like a  newcomer in the act of sex.

He looked like a man who knew how to make a woman feel good. Who knew how to claim in the best way possible. And that was all I needed.

"Good girl. And keep calling me sir, baby girl."

"What about the drink? I haven't paid yet," I said as he led me away from the bar, with my  hands clasped tightly in his.

"Don't worry baby girl, it has been taken care of," he said, without even glancing back.

We walked across the dance stage.

I turned to find Tracy in a full-blown make out session with the blonde man, as she ground on his lap.

As if she felt my stare on her, she turned to face me. Her drunk face in a questioning look.

 I threw a flirty wink at her to ease her worry and she smirked at me, going back to tangling her lips with the man's again.

We slipped through some kind of back door, into a hall of many rooms.

"You must really come here all the time," I said, wanting to ease off the awkward tension.

My head was already fuzzy from the alcohol and heat.

I inwardly cursed when I remembered Tracy said this club just opened.

"I own this place," he replied casually.

My eyes widened. Holy shit, I thought. I must have really landed a big fish. 

That absolutely explained the barman's expression earlier, and also why he had a back room here, I thought anxiously.

He stood in front of a red door, pulled some kind of key from his pocket and twisted the lock.

He paused, as if sensing my anxiousness and turned to look at me.

"Relax baby girl," he said. One word-and that was more than enough to make my heart spike up. 

This time, definitely not from anxiousness but from curiosity of what more sensations this beautiful man can ignite in me.

His beautiful voice was enough to send puddles in my g-string pant, along with the ease with which he called me that pet name.

Everything in me, bridged the edge of my curiosity, leaving me wanting to know more about him.

But then, I had to remind myself again, that it's just a one night stand and nothing more.

The door swung open, and my lips parted into a loud gasp.

A massive bed dominated the center, covered by deep red sheets almost the color of blood.

 Big oversized pillows were lined at the sides. The thought of being spread on that bed like a meal, sent an unsettling thrill through me. 

"What's this place?" I asked, still reeling in shock as I took in the scene before me.

Heat crawled in my skin when I took in an  iron-looking post that stood at the corner with leather cuffs on each end. 

Before I could tear my eyes away from them, something caught my attention, leather flogger. Hanging neatly on some kind of hook on the wall-many of them with different colors-looking hard enough to inflict pain, and soft enough to bring pleasure.

My teeth sunk into the soft texture of my lips, only to choke as my eyes landed on an open cupboard where different sizes of dildos were displayed, some so large.

I looked away for a second, my cheeks flaming red in embarrassment, when I thought of where they'll go.

"Are you scared baby girl?" His husky voice whispered in my ears from besides me.

His hot breath fanned my face, making me jump on my toes unintentionally.

I turned to face him, staring into those deep pools of green hues-as if trying to penetrate deep into my soul.

He looked at me, like he expected to find that I have chickened out, but unfortunately, I have already made up my mind a long time ago.

"Not at all sir," I replied timidly, watching the way his lips tipped up slightly.

"Good girl," he praised.

And damn if that did not make me clench my thighs together again to get some friction.

His dark eyes took my form in. They lingered on my face, then dipping to the small cleavage that I left on display as his eyes flared.

"Strip!" He commanded.

My breath caught as I stared at him with wide eyes. "Huh?" I asked, somewhat confused and shy.

His lips tugged at my answer, as his gaze darkened.

"Wrong answer baby girl, now you have to get punished," he growled darkly.

A nervous sound slipped out of me as his words sounded funny to my ears. I let out an embarrassing snort, only to pause when I took in the seriousness in his face.

I stammered on words, not knowing the right way to ask my question. I did not want to seem inexperienced for some reason, even though I was. "I thought we were going to kiss and..." the words trailed off my lips as he cut me off.

He stepped close to me, his hands brushing over my throat lightly. "It seems I have to set some rules for how I do my things. I don't do soft," he said. His tone sounded low and dark.

"No romance. No love-play. I fuck, and I do that hard and fast.

But don't worry, I'll make sure you are wet enough, 

and you experience your fair share of pleasures.

But everything goes my way.

I might not be a very good giver, but I know how to bring women to climax perfectly," His deep voice said.

His words rattled me completely. My heart fluttered rapidly as my breathing deepened.

What kind of man was he? I wondered.

"Have you ever done hardcore before? If not, this is your chance to back out now."

His head tilted towards the door. "You can leave if you cannot handle it. That would be a wise option for you," he said pointing at the door, while he waited for my reply.

The silence stretched between us. My heart pounded so fast in my chest, I could almost swear he could hear it. My mind told me to run from this man. He looked dangerous, and he'll suck me into whatever hell he crawled out of. But my foot remained rooted, as I made up my mind.

"I'd like to stay," I whispered shyly. 

"Good," he said, as his smirk deepened.

"This is my play room baby girl, and when we are in here, everything happens by my rules," he continued, his voice echoing around the large room.

"Rule number one : When I ask something of you-you are expected to reply with the term 'yes sir' or your safe word only.

Failure to do so would attract punishment. Do you get what I am saying?" He growled, but not from anger. 

No, none of that. I could see desire pooling at the depth of his eyes clearly.

His voice held me captive with his mesmeric eyes, making me feel hypnotized to play by his game.

"Do you understand me, baby girl?" He asked again, his voice dripping with something dark and promising, and it felt like the room had dropped degrees colder.

"Yes sir," I answered softly.

"Now strip off those clothes, before I tear them off you. While I savor every treacherous second an inch of your beautiful skin is revealed to me.

But, I'm not a patient man, baby girl."

"Yes, sir."