I consider putting on yoga clothes and going to the gym, but then I see my bills. Shit. I should get my payment from Dreams LLC.

I change and call a taxi. The driver seems confused when I tell him where I'm headed. I put my earbuds in and play music on my phone to shut out the world.

The taxi arrives to a huge, white structure 15 minutes later. Without the location, I wouldn't realize this is one of the city's major phone sex firms. Not what I expected. I keep my earbuds in while listening to music. I hand the driver money and grin. I exit the taxi and turn toward the building.

It's like a bowling ball hitting my back. When I'm hit in the back, my arms are stuck behind me,

Hot breath on my neck "Quiet! Stop talking!" He's covering my lips to muffle my cries, so I bite down hard. My only alternative and inclination. When I feel his fingers between my teeth, he strikes me on the head to silence me. When I see the man's face, I'm astonished.

"Kevin?"

"Quiet! Shush! You want to embarrass me on Facebook and ignore my calls for a week? I'll show you!"

His eyes show fury and a bruised ego. His strength amazes me. I assumed he was weak since he never worked out, but he's stronger than I thought. Really startling. He hugs me without uttering a word. I attempt to pull his hands off with mine, but it doesn't work. I'm out of breath and whimper, "Stop!"

He pauses just as my world goes dark. What? I blink and see another guy between us. Tall, robust, and broad-shouldered. I watch as he punches Kevin, shattering his nose.

"If I see you around here again, I'll murder you," he yells, grabbing Kevin by the shirt collar. When he lets him, Kevin turns and goes, without looking back.

"Are you okay?"

I feel like I know him when he stares down at me. I'm emotionally shaken but otherwise OK. "Most people wouldn't help, but you saved my life. "

I glance into the man's eyes and remember the taxi trip from the club.

"Wait. You're familiar,You stole my taxi outside the club last night."

"I don't usually steal taxis."

"Thanks, but I'm leaving."

"Wait. I'd want to take you-"

"I'm sure you're great, but I'm not in the mood to host a dinner. My ex-boyfriend attempted to kill me."

"He's gone. He's insignificant. Yes!"

I look at him-his perfect-weather eyes, big shoulders, and sweet smile-and even though I'm battered and frantic, I say yes.

Paul's pov

Bartender brings my gym bag to the cloakroom.

"I have a young woman meeting me outside the Club," and he nods and checks.

I invited her a gym. Swimming pool, gym, shooting range, and art museum. You might say it's a wonderful spot to take a date. Especially an exclusive fucking club she wouldn't typically get into.

"Your lady acquaintance is waiting in the lobby, Mr. Paul," the maître says. I'm rushed. I want to see her. She's wearing a black dress that's not revealing. She's wearing tights and heels. Her hair and cosmetics make her attractive.

Her lovely physique makes my cock quiver. How her skinny legs support her. I want to suck them till she squeals. Those hips. Asshole. The garment hugs her voluptuous ass, and I want to pinch each cheek.

Damn. Her wraparound strapless dress shows off her tits like nothing I've ever seen.

"It's like you've forgotten what I look like nude," she adds as she approaches me. I kiss her cheek when she hesitates. Her perfume smells. Intoxicating.

"It's like meeting you,"

She teases me, "Flattery won't help."

"Vodka? " I ask, guiding her inside the bar I just left.

The inside stuns Arcadia. That's how the other half lives.

Every face looks at us. Women are hungry and their husbands are envious. Damn.

I ask Arcadia but don't actually ask since I sit her down.

Arcadia says, "It's wonderful here"

"she grins. "Don't misunderstand. I adore that we're on a date."

"Fuck," she murmurs, eyeing me. "I assumed we'd get straight to it, and here was a fancy hotel, so you wouldn't have to walk far."

"I'm a block away."

Arcadia sighs. "Oh, OK," she says.

"You think I can't date?"

She smirks, "You took my taxi."

"Waiting to see how you'll fuck me," she adds as our filthy martinis arrive. He glances at her after hearing our conversation. Arcadia grins and twirls her hair.

She asks what I do.

I pour. "Steal cabs from strip club ladies so I can rescue them from ex-boyfriends"

We raise our glasses and she grins.

I said, "Don't mention it." "I walked by."

She stares into my eyes and tells me, "I hope you realize it doesn't entitle you to sleep with me."

"I don't believe it qualifies me to anything," I tell her. She's undoubtedly wondering where I'm headed. "But I know you're still thinking whether I'd fuck you."

Arcadia wouldn't be startled if I brandished my 12-inch cock about.

"Really? " Wide-eyed, she asks.

Arcadia drinks her cocktail and leans near me.

"What's else?" She asks, smiling slightly. "You appear to know more than me.

"If my place is just a block away, how can I ask you to come up?" I say, without breaking her contact.

She asks, "So you can fuck me?"

I tell her, "So cum till you pass out."

"Really?" She asks, eyebrows raised.

She stops. "Didn't you just offer me the chance to go to your apartment?" Arcadia grins. "Can't I take it that you brought it up?"

This was fuckeasy, I thought as I call the waiter. She's smarter than most women. She may be entertaining

"Are you taking my chance?" She laughs. "Going to your apartment?"

I said, "I'll show you around. I'm prepared. Remember, I'm in charge?"

Then she takes two steps forward.

She grabs my head and drags my lips to hers. I'll kiss her soon. As our eyelids shut, our lips part and tongues contact. Her tongue on mine makes me happy.

She quickly pulls back.

She says, "I'll meet you outside." As she walks out, her hips bounce and her cheeks flex.

I can't wait for more.

Acardia's pov

I never believed I'd set foot in a luxury condo. I'm in elevator with the stunning Paul Caspar. I don't pay much attention to the place's beauty. When he opens his door, just sex is on my thoughts.

When I hear his door close, I'm on him. I spin around and kiss him. My spirit boils as we kiss. Once I taste the Devil's lips, I'm condemned. I'm his for the taking.

My tongue dances around his as I part my lips slightly. His long fingers are on my hips. We kiss recklessly, my fingers disheveling his hair as my pulse races. I trace the tight lines of his jaw, the warmth of his flesh appealing to me.

"I'll fuck you," he says, grabbing my neck and pulling back my hair. I lock my eyes on his and stop breathing as he speaks. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't remember your name."

Each syllable from his mouth is like heroin, numbing my head. I attempt to respond but can only mouth a nervous "yes." He advances and pushes me against the wall. My heart is pounding so rapidly I half-expect it to escape my chest.

"You're mine." He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "Right now, you're mine." As his gaze engulf me, my heart and lungs race. Impatient with my silence, he yanks on my hair, his lips hardening. "

With his steely gaze on me, my brain shuts down and my unconscious thoughts escape.

My voice sounds strange when I say, "I'm yours."

"You are," he smiles, his curled lips making him even more handsome. "Do what I say."

I repeat, my lips drying, "I'll do anything you say." As my tongue dries out, my pussy becomes wetter than ever.

Still holding my hair, he brushes his fingertips on the area above my right knee on the hem of my dress. His fingers creep up my calf, slowly lowering my clothing.

As he draws closer to my pussy, I become wetter, my desire growing. I nearly grab his wrist and shove his hand against my pussy, but I'm so intrigued by his touch I remain motionless, the ideal victim to his tormenting.

Unblinking, I gaze into his eyes as his fingers press in on my groins. Instead of going for it, he traces my thong with his index finger, moving over both my groins without touching my pussy. Unconsciously, I buck my hips at his, craving his touch. H e yanks my hair again from under my dress.

"Stand motionless," he says deviously.

Nodding, I purge my lips. Instantly, his hand is beneath my dress, his index finger moving down my flesh. It feels like a lifetime, yet it's really just a minute.

When your underwear is drenched with juice, time flies. Then he flattens his palm across my thong. His fingers on my pussy make me gasp. I toss my head back and shut my eyes, feeling numb everywhere.

Paul rubs my hot pussy lightly. As he does it, I whimper and my world fades away. His touch on my labia and thong makes my head burst.

"You're so wet," he adds, stroking my soaked lips. It's awesome.

I mumble, "Please," without knowing what I want. I want him to drive his cock past my inner lips and into my pussy. I want everything immediately.

Before I can respond, he splits my inner lips and glides his finger in, hooking it in that wonderful area. He pushes harder on my G-spot as I moan again. I'm so crazed with want I don't know how I'm standing.

Each time his hand moves, the beat grows. Soon his finger moves so rapidly I stop moaning and simply attempt to breathe through the avalanche of feelings. He lets go of my hair and rubs his thumb across my clit, causing me to groan again.

He takes me to the brink with his thumb and index finger, then throws me off with a word.

He says "Come" into my ear.

I shut my eyes again, inhaling through clinched teeth as my muscles tighten and harden, stress gathering in every fiber of my existence. My muscles release tension as I scream with tremendous ecstasy. My voice quakes when he stops moving his finger and rubs my G-spot with the skill of a guy who knows women too well.

I tremble as he pulls his finger from my pussy and stares at me.

"Just a taste," he smiles, his lovely mischief driving me crazy. "Much more... ."

As he says, he puts his finger inside me against my lips. My own pussy's aroma fills my nose, and I open my lips slowly to let him in. My mouth licks it dry of my own secretions as he slips it in. After tasting myself, I want more than to be fingered. How else can he make me feel this way with one finger ? Judging by his gaze, I'll know shortly.

I grab for his crotch, eager to feel what he's hiding inside. When my hand is an inch away, he grips my wrist.

"Not yet," he says, releasing my wrist and stepping back.

I moisten my lips, eager to deserve it. I can't believe I'm letting him dominate me like a naïve girl... He's intoxicating.

Paul steps back, loosens his tie, and opens the first button of his shirt while he scans my physique. I feel him eating my nude flesh, and I know he wants more.

"Turn around," he says firmly. As soon as his words touch my eardrums, I look away, my heart thumping harder. "Pull it down. Slowly."

I take a deep breath and pull my dress straps down my arms. I drag the cloth over my breasts till it's about my waist. I hook my fingers on it and wiggle my hips, letting the cloth slip down my legs to my feet.

His shoes click as he takes a step toward me, but I resist turning around to face him. He slides his fingers along the dimples in my lower back and up to my shoulder blades, pausing to unhook my bra clasp. The cups drop over my breasts with one movement.

I half-expect him to yank my straps, but he steps back. My arms move automatically when he says, "Take it off." I slide the straps down my arms and let the bra fall over my clothes. My nipples are hard and craving his fingers, lips, and skin.

He's quiet for a while. I shut my eyes as he appreciates my body and the air around us becomes heavier and electrifying. I can almost feel his intense desire to watch me take off my thong, but he waits, letting our bodies burn with anticipation.

"You look so wonderful," he adds, rubbing his body into mine. My hands travel to the wall and I automatically thrust my ass towards him, squeezing his groin. I moan as I feel his massive bulk vibrating with hunger and want. He ties my waist and pushes me into him while bucking his hips. He's thick and lengthy, the largest I've felt...

I wiggle my hips, his bulging jeans pulling on my ass cheeks. Paul drags his free hand up and down my side, hooking his fingers on my thong and pulling savagely. One tug and he rips my thong apart, the cloth falling down so quickly I gasp.

His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass on his cock, desperate to strip him. I reach behind my back to touch his crotch, but he grabs my wrist and pins my arm there.

I halt when he says, "Stop." We're inches apart, and the thought that I could reach out and rip his top off is driving me crazy. My body responds without my head having to filter his directions.

As soon as my knees contact the floor, my heart starts racing as I fixate on the large bulk in his trousers.

As he unbuckles his belt, I add, "I want it bad." I can't blink because I'm so focused. Slowly, he tosses his belt on the floor and unbuttons his crotch. My heart beats faster with each button he undoes. His cock strains against his boxer underwear with each button he pops.

Paul pulls my hair and says, "Have it." Our furious, lustful kiss is wild and frantic. When he gets up, I hook my fingers on his jeans and drag them to his knees. I touch his legs and briefs, but never his cock. I want to touch it, but I want to poison his veins with anticipation.

I ran my fingers up and down his waist and boxers. I do it repeatedly, never removing my eyes from his thick form, which pulses more forcefully each time I touch it. I finally press my fingers on his expanding belly. When I feel his huge cock beneath my fingers, I bite my lower lip.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head forward. I separate my lips and suckle his cock over his boxers. It pulses against me, wanting to invade my body. Oh, I give in easily: I catch my fingers on his boxer underwear and tug them down, freeing his cock in a moment. When I see it, my heart flutters. He's huge-and perfect.

I touch his groins and lay my index finger on his shaft while my heart races. Slowly, I glide it from his root to his glans, then back down; I cup his balls, feeling their weight with my palm. Rolling them over my palm fills me with overwhelming longing.

As soon as I realize what I'm doing, I bend forward and direct his shaft to my lips. I separate my lips and place them over his glans, scooping up his pre-cum with my tongue.

His hands are on my head, but he's only feeling my body's soft swing. I lick my tongue over his glans as I move my hand back and forth, feeling his pulsating thickness beneath my fingers.

Looking up, I tilt my head sideways and kiss his shaft from tip to root. The instant we lock eyes, I feel my pussy clench-something primitive and wild roars within me, and I know I'll lose control in a few heartbeats.

I open my mouth wide and, pushing forward, wrap my lips securely around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he penetrates deep inside of my mouth. I feel pressure on my mouth and cheeks, but I keep going. I stop when I feel his cock at the back of my throat.

My head bobbles over his cock. I race from his tip to his base, grasping his balls with one hand. I rub his shaft with my free hand and tongue.

He grabs my hair and pushes me to stop. I glance up at him, still holding his cock, and he smiles. Deviously, he thrusts, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock pounding me fiercely moves so quickly I had to open my lips wide. As his shaft rockets in and out of me, I wonder how it will feel on my pussy.

He keeps his hand on my head and lets it descend to my breasts. Slowing his pace, he circles my erect nipple and right breast. When he takes his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I gasp and stroke him as quickly as I can.

I rush forward, my parted lips resting on his shaft as he presses on my breast. I lick his cock sideways, sliding my lips and tongue down to his balls, where I take one in and swirl it around within me while I stroke him fiercely. Seeing him with his eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure makes me feel triumphant.