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Chapter 1

The lights flicker, alerting everyone that the program is about to begin. I place my empty glass on the bar and turn to the attractive blonde waiting for me.

"Are you ready?" she politely asks as she slips her hand into the crook of my elbow.

"As ready as I'll ever be," is my reply, and she laughs, leading me down a dark hallway.

We reach our destination, and she leaves me with a small group of men, all of whom look similar to me—expensive suits, clean-cut faces, and our expressions are equal parts nervousness and excitement.

An older woman steps out from behind a curtain and explains the rules of the game. It's pointless, really. We know what we've signed up for. It's the reason we're here, the reason we're pacing around like caged animals. We're just waiting for our turn to be released.

My name is called, and my body tenses. A blindfold covers my eyes, and my remaining senses are called to action. The mixture of smoke and perfume in the air assaults my nose while the taste of whiskey still lingers on my tongue. My skin tingles with excitement as my ears focus on the voices of the women in the room.

I'm led onto the stage and introduced to the crowd. Cheers and whistles greet me, causing confidence to overshadow my nerves. My guide, Tina, helps me slowly turn in a circle, making a brief stop to show the audience my backside. Again, the women sound appreciative.

Once I'm turned back around, Tina instructs me to remove my jacket, which I'm happy to do. Stage lights are fucking hot. A brief moment passes, and I'm told to remove my shirt. I know from previous visits that the fun is just about to begin.

I've been to this club before but only as a spectator. Tonight's my first time participating, and to say I'm excited would be putting it mildly.

It's amazing how the loss of my sight makes it so I can feel everyone looking at me, watching me. It's thrilling, liberating, and my pulse speeds up in anticipation of what's next.

There's a hum—an energy—that takes over the room. I lick my lips and let out a deep breath, ready for action.

"Let's start the bidding at fifty dollars," Tina announces, and the crowd erupts.

I don't pay attention to the numbers being shouted, but there seems to be a bidding war going on. This fuels my eagerness, and my dick begins to stir.

Finally, someone is declared victorious. The applause is so loud I'm caught off guard momentarily when Tina places my hand into the hand of the winner. The warm, soft skin that surrounds my own puts me at ease, and I gladly let the woman lead me down the front steps of the stage. Voices shout words of congratulations and encouragement as she takes me through the crowd and away from the noise.

When she stops abruptly and pushes me against a wall, putting her lips to my ear, my dick stands at attention. "I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on you," she growls softly, and her warm breath on my skin makes me ache for her touch.

In the distance, the sounds of others fucking fill the air. As much as I love the visuals of sex, hearing people scream out in pleasure is simply intoxicating. To me, the sounds caused by an orgasm are almost as good as the feel of one.

We turn a corner, and the woman holding my hand stops, opening a door and leading me through. Once the door is close behind us, she sighs. The relief in her voice matches exactly how I feel.

I want her.

I have no idea what she looks like or what her name is, but she's all I want.

Her hands on my face is the only warning I get before her mouth attacks mine. Soft, sweet kisses don't exist here, only those that are raw and passionate, needy and devouring. Her fingers brush over my erection through my pants, and I hiss at the contact, causing her to groan.

Before I can recover from the heady kiss, she has my belt undone and my pants on the floor, guiding me backwards. She pushes on my shoulders until I'm sitting, and then her touch is gone. The sound of two heavy shoes hitting the floor is followed by the rustle of fabric, and my pulse quickens with the thought of her being naked. Listening to her undress is the sweetest torture, and I briefly worry I won't last long when I'm finally buried inside her.

Quick breaths leave her mouth. She doesn't sound nervous, just turned the fuck on, which makes me even harder, if that's possible. Her sweet, musky smell teases the air, making my mouth water. Knowing she's close, I reach out. The tips of my fingers touch skin, and I begin to explore, feeling her toned legs and working my way up to her hips. I squeeze her flesh, relishing how soft and full she is, before pulling her to me. My mouth connects with her bellybutton, and I kiss it, my tongue tracing the area around it, nipping at her flesh.

She runs her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp, and I practically purr. I don't think I can wait any longer. I need release. I need inside her.

I slip my middle finger through her slick folds to see if she's ready for me, and holy shit, is she ever. I can't help but sink my finger as deep as it'll go. Her cries of ecstasy fill the room. Adding another finger, I pump them into her hot pussy, twisting them as I pull out. When I slide them into my mouth, tasting her, she gasps, so I know she's watching me.

I can't help the smirk. "You taste so good," I tell her, loving that her breathing has picked up and her grip on me has tightened. She's turned on. She wants me. And she tastes like good and evil all wrapped into one.

I want to taste more of her, have her mouth on me too, but I can't wait any longer. I have to fuck her. Now.

As if she read my mind, she rips a package open and then rubs her hand up and down my shaft a few times before sliding a condom into place. I smile when she straddles me, loving that she's just as impatient as I am. This time, my mouth finds a nipple, and I greedily suck it into my mouth. Her breasts are full and heavy in my hands, and I'm hopeful that I'll get the opportunity to fuck them, too.

The woman whimpers, her hips gyrating… searching for friction.

I grab my dick and place it at her entrance. "Take it," I tell her. "Take my cock."

She slides down on me, and I give her a moment to adjust to my girth before grasping her hips again and moving them up and down my dick.

"Oh, fuck," she moans, and I couldn't agree more. I keep my lips latched onto her tits, carefully biting her nipple every time I thrust into her. She pushes my shoulders until I'm lying down flat, but she stays sitting up in order to ride my cock.

I love the blindfold, but I wish I could watch her. She moves with wild abandon under my hands, and the smack I give her ass only encourages her, making her yelp and then moan, "Oh, God."

I'm not God, but right now, I feel like one.

She gets louder and louder as I feel her pussy start to tighten and spasm around me. I find her clit with my thumb, and she screams as her orgasm takes over her body in waves. It seems like there's more than one. I allow her to squeeze and ride it out until I can't take it any longer. The sensations are too much for me to handle, and I flip her onto her back so I can speed up my thrusts.

Grabbing for her leg, I hold it up by my shoulder, angling myself to go deep, wanting to feel her come again. I press into her clit. "Oh, fuck. You feel so damn good. So warm, so tight," I tell her, feeling my balls tighten. Chills cover my skin, and I fucking come like I've never come before. The spasms are so forceful I can hardly hold myself up. I'm still recovering, groaning at the sensation of her hips slowly meeting mine, when she reaches up and removes my blindfold.

We share a brief moment of eye contact, and I'm not surprised at all that she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And it's not just the lack of blood in my brain. She's fucking gorgeous.

Suddenly, her soft, warm body tenses, and she begins to move, working her way out from under me. "Thanks," she says, standing and immediately going for her clothes lying over the chair in the corner of the room. I watch as she slips a white lacy dress over her head. Her wavy brown hair is messy and falls loosely around her shoulders. Between the mind-blowing orgasm and the vision of her, she has me entranced. It's not until she starts to put her foot into a black combat boot that I realize she's going to leave, causing my heart to leap into my throat. I'm still lying here with my cock out. She can't just leave.

"Where are you going?" I ask, my voice sounding a bit panicked.

She looks up at me halfway through pulling her second boot on and just stares me down. Her eyes squint, and her brows furrow. "I'm leaving." Her tone is clipped, and she sounds annoyed, nothing like the breathy, panting moans from ten minutes ago.

"Yeah," I say, sliding off the bed. "I see that." I pull my pants back on, tucking my dick in safely before zipping up. "But I don't even know your name."

She stands there and looks at me like I have a third head, but she doesn't say anything, just continues putting herself back together. Her fingers comb through her hair, trying to tame it. She has the freshly-fucked look perfected, and I smirk again, knowing I did that to her.

When she turns like she's going to leave, I try to say something, anything that'll make her stay.

"That…" I say, pointing back to the bed. "That was phenomenal." I sound like a lawyer arguing his case, daring her to disagree with me.

She turns around and sighs deeply, crossing her arms over her chest. "It was pretty good." The quirk of her eyebrow and twist of her lips makes me want to press her up against the wall and show her pretty good. It was fucking at its finest, and she knows it.

"Pretty good?" I question, my voice getting louder.

"Look," she says in exasperation, "I've gotta go." She doesn't give me another second, not even a backwards glance. She just picks her bag up off the floor, tosses it onto her shoulder, and walks out, leaving me there with a semi hard-on. She still turns me the fuck on, even though she's blowing me off.

"Thanks!" I yell out the door behind her. I want to run after her, but she's apparently done here. Looking back into the room, I check to make sure I didn't leave anything. When I see the blindfold on the crumpled bed, I grab it and stick it in my pocket. Leaning down, I take a whiff of the sheets. They smell like sex—like her and me. I think about stripping them off and taking them too, but instead, I walk out.

I know it's supposed to be fucking without any strings attached, and I was okay with that, in theory. I thought I could do it—get my dick wet, get in, and get out—but now I'm not so sure. That might have been the single most amazing sexual experience of my life, and I don't even know the girl's name.

I'm obviously going to have to do this again. It can't end like that. I need to at least know her name and maybe what her plans are for the next fifty years. At the very least, I need to fuck her one more time.


A/Ns:

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