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  There was no talking necessary as I grabbed Stephanie by the hand and we walked out of the club. It was my lucky night and hers too. We were just a couple of overworked New Yorkers looking to release some stress for the evening.

  Stephanie took control the second we left our side of the street and made it to her apartment building. At first, I was totally turned on by her open desire to screw me. The idea of turning away never crossed my mind. If she wanted to take control, then I was happy to play her little games if it ended with me getting laid.

  “You’re a beautiful woman,” I said as I pressed against her in the elevator.

  The desire that filled her eyes had my whole body throbbing as we rode the elevator the twenty-two floors up. This had been the quickest I had ever picked up a girl before, and I couldn’t help being a little proud of my skills. Stephanie was a beautiful woman with long brown hair and a slim figure. She wasn’t dressed as provocatively as her friend Bambi, but I could still see she had a fit, tight body under her blouse and pencil skirt.

  “Stop talking,” she demanded as she pulled me out of the elevator toward her apartment.

  I did as I was told. The last thing I wanted to do was piss this girl off. I laughed a little at how she tried to boss me around, though. I managed over a hundred employees at my job, and if Stephanie knew where I worked or the position I held, I doubted she would have tried to be so rough with me. It was all in fun, though. A little role play was always a fun way to spend a Saturday night.

  “Get naked,” she demanded playfully as she slammed the apartment door behind us.

  Her apartment wasn’t big, but it was sophisticated and well decorated. The art deco walls and modern furniture gave the whole place an institutional feel, though and certainly wasn’t my taste. But I wasn’t there to talk about interior decorating. I was there to screw the hell out of this woman and leave her satisfied and breathing heavy.

  Slowly, I removed my button up shirt, and then the white undershirt I had on. My eyes danced between hers and her fingers as they started to unbutton her own blouse. I would have been more than happy to help her slip out of those clothes, but I suspected I wasn’t going to be the one in charge that night.

  My hands hesitated as I reached for my belt and she pulled her silk blouse off at the same time. It was impossible to keep my hands moving on my own clothes as I fought the urge to cup her perfectly round breasts in my hand. Stephanie had a totally sheer bra on, and my eyes narrowed in on her hard nipples as they pressed up against the white mesh fabric.

  “Now that bra seems sort of useless,” I teased.

  “No talking,” she reminded me as she got tired of waiting and started to unbuckle my pants for me.

  I was happy to have her close to me and leaned in to kiss her. To my surprise, she pulled away. I grabbed her waist gently and pulled her toward me again. This time, I leaned down to kiss her neck, though, and I was allowed the pleasure of tasting her skin under my lips.

  Stephanie moved quickly to unbuckle me and had my throbbing body in her hand before I had realized what was going on. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. That was sometimes a trait I didn’t like all that much in the dating scene, but at that moment, it suited me just fine. I was more than happy to let her play with me, and I intended to play with her until she begged me to let her release an orgasm.

  As my hands slipped her skirt to the ground, I let my fingers slide inside her white mesh panties and play with her. The whole idea of wearing totally see through panties and a bra seemed ridiculous to me, yet I wasn’t going to argue they didn’t have some sort of merit; her lingerie was hot as hell, and I couldn’t wait to take it off of her.

  “Come with me my little play toy,” she whispered teasingly.

  I played along and followed her into her bedroom. Little did she know I had no plans to let her be in charge all night long. It was fun for a little bit, but eventually my masculine side would have to rear its head, and I would claim my dominance again.

  We stood together at the foot of her bed as I reached around and unhooked her ridiculously see-thru bra. I tried to press her back onto the bed but felt her resistance, so I stopped. I tried to lean in and kiss her, but again she turned away to avoid it.

  “Get on the bed,” she demanded of me.

  Again, with these demands. I was losing my patience with her little role play games. I knew she wanted to be in charge and all, but did I really seem the kind of guy who liked to be dominated? At 6’5” tall and 200 pounds, I was a muscular guy and not some wimpy nerd who liked to have women boss them around. It was all fun and games, though, and I tried to push my reservation down as I climbed onto the bed.

  It always surprised me how willing I was to do things I normally wouldn’t do if the end result was going to be sex. Okay, well it didn’t actually surprise me at all. Any hot blooded guy would have done the same. Women were just too damn hard to resist.

  I crawled up onto the bed and flipped over just as Stephanie pounced onto my chest. She quickly grabbed a restraint and tied my right hand up and then my left. This was getting a little out of control now, and I wasn’t interested in letting it go much farther.

  “Oh, no, no, I’m not all that into this kind of thing,” I protested as she finished tying my left hand.

  Stephanie stood up, with her body over mine, and she slid her sheer panties down and threw them to the other side of the room. My eyes couldn’t look away as I took in her delicate center and my body throbbed in anticipation of feeling her sliding on top of me.

  “Would you like to leave?” she asked playfully as she slid down and hovered over the top of my rock hard member.

  “No,” I said without a thought.

  I was moments away from feeling her sweet wetness around me. If she wanted my hands tied up while she rocked my world, more power to her, I figured. It certainly wasn’t the night I had planned, but I’d deal with that. I was too close to turn back now.

  “Good, because I’ve fantasized about having you all tied up in my bed for months.”

  What? Shit. What was going on here? Did I know this girl? Had I been with her before and forgot about it?

  “Months?” I asked jokingly. “Do we know each other?”

  I had spent a lot of nights with women over the years, but I certainly would have remembered if I had slept with this woman before. I searched my mind in an effort to figure out who she was and how she knew who I was.

  She laughed.

  I felt myself getting nervous at the sound of her voice. The way she laughed had me nervous, not to mention that my hands were tied up and my body naked and exposed to her. I didn’t like feeling out of control.

  Stephanie grabbed a condom out of the drawer and slid it over my body. If I could have controlled my desire for her, I would have, but my body still saw a naked woman and didn’t seem to care that she might be a deranged stalker.

  Slowly, she slid down over me, and I closed my eyes with utter enjoyment. Her tight body squeezed around me, and I felt my hips thrusting up to go deeper and deeper inside of her. However she knew me, she still wanted to screw me, so I must not have done something too horrible to her.

  Her body moved firmly as her hips thrust forward and backward. Her perky tits bounced up and down, and her hands pressed into my chest as I watched the pleasure her body was going through. Harder and faster she thrust her hips until I felt my body getting close to exploding.

  Then, without warning, Stephanie slid her body off of mine and stood up. She crawled off of the bed and went to the kitchen, only to return a few moments later with a glass of water in her hand.

  “Thirsty?” I joked.

  “Stop talking,” she said, looking annoyed at me.

  “Okay, well are we going to finish this or what exactly is going on here?”

  She didn’t answer.

  Instead, she sipped her water and then climbed back on top of me as if nothing had just happened. Again, she thrust her hips hard again
st me. I pushed all the weirdness out of my mind and concentrated on the pleasure my body was feeling. Thrusting harder into her, I felt my body nearing explosion but just then …

  “Come on,” I yelled out as she climbed off of me again.

  “I’m just playing a little game with you. Don’t you like games?” she asked.

  “Sure I like games. But I also like to come.”

  “Shhh, no more talking.”

  I watched as she drank her water for a good sixty seconds before climbing back onto me. This time, she reached into her side drawer and pulled out a tiny vibrator that she placed against her clit as she thrust on top of me.

  Her body arched back as she forced herself to come over and over again. This was it; I was finally going to get my release. I thrust into her tight body as she came and just as I was getting ready to join her in pleasure, she slid off of me again and fell to the bed beside me. Instead, of finishing her orgasm on top of me, she lay next to me and let her little gadget bring her to the ultimate climax.

  What the hell had just happened?

  “That’s for all the girls whose hearts you’ve broken,” Stephanie said as she untied my hands and went to her bathroom.

  “What are you talking about?” I hollered after her.

  “My friend Tiffany was in love with you. You pretended to care about her for four months and then broke up with her while you were screwing some random girl. She could hear you on the phone.”

  “What?” I asked in total disbelief.

  Stephanie flung her bathroom door open and stood there totally naked. If she hadn’t turned into a total crazy woman, I would have been turned on by the view I had.

  “You are an asshole. You can leave now,” she yelled.

  Then she slammed her door shut again. I stood there for a moment in disbelief over what had just gone down, but then got dressed and had to get out of that place.

  Sure, I remembered Tiffany. She was a sweet girl, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was new to New York, and I liked her. Well, I liked her enough to keep her around for a few months. It was fun to have a regular girl on the weekends, and we had a great time together. But it had been time to move on, and I broke it off. I may have called her while I was screwing another girl, but that was out of pure respect because I didn’t want to cheat on her.

  “This kind of crap is exactly why there are so many single women in New York,” I yelled as I walked to the door.

  “No, it’s guys like you that don’t know a good woman when they have them. That’s why there are so many single women,” she yelled back and then threw a very large Buddha statue toward me as I barely escaped out the door.

  Chapter 2

  Dakota

  “Sorry, I can’t say no to Braxton and his mom, they are very persistent,” I said as we left Uber Elite and made our way back to my vocal studio.

  “An eleven o’clock session seems a little eccentric even for them,” Emma said.

  “Yeah, he’s got a big audition tomorrow and has a small part in a play right now. He couldn’t come any sooner. It won’t take too long. It’s just thirty minutes to rehearse his audition piece.”

  Emma knew the truth, though. It didn’t matter what their reasons were for scheduling late appointments, I always obliged. My clients were how I paid my bills, and I never wanted to make them angry or say no to them. I knew setting boundaries would be needed eventually, but as I was still growing, it was necessary to keep my clients as happy as possible.

  “Anything for you my dear. I needed a break after dealing with that jackass of a stockbroker. It’s like those guys think they can smile at any woman and be a total jerk, yet we will fall into bed with them because they have money.”

  “Oh, no. We both know you only fall into bed with guys who are totally broke.” I laughed.

  Emma laughed with me, though. She knew it was the truth, and there was no denying it based on the last ten boyfriends she had introduced me to. But at least she had had ten boyfriends. After living in New York my entire adult life, I could count on one hand the number of men I dated long enough to consider actual boyfriends. Me and the men of New York just didn’t seem to mesh much.

  There were tons of single guys. Meeting a cute single guy wasn’t a problem I had. The problem was the connection between us. I didn’t have hard and fast rules about what guys needed to earn for income, or even what they should look like, but I did have one rule that I couldn’t give up on ever. A guy needed to give me goose bumps. The kind of goose bumps you got when you knew there was something bigger than that moment between the two of you.

  I hadn’t found my guy yet and was quickly losing hope that he even existed. After dating musicians, investors, real estate agents, coffee shop baristas, and dozens of other guys, I was quickly coming to the conclusion that my perfect match might not even be in Manhattan. Dating in New York was horrible, and it was easier just to stay single most of the time.

  “I can’t help it if the guys I fall for happen to be poor. It’s not one of my criteria in choosing a man.”

  “Are you going to wait around or are you going home?” I asked as Emma opened the door to her dance studio.

  “Oh, we aren’t done for the night. Finish your lesson, and then let’s go have some real fun at Sins Dance Club.”

  “Sounds good. I need to get my groove on,” I joked as I danced horribly.

  “Oh, I’m glad you don’t teach at my studio,” Emma said with a smile.

  “I’m sure the customers are glad too,” Mrs. Phillips said as she walked up with her seventeen-year-old son, Braxton.

  “Hey, Braxton. How’s the show going?” I asked as the two of us walked through the dance studio and back to my vocal studio.

  I was lucky that Emma had extra room in her studio, and it had worked out for me to have my vocal studio there. I wouldn’t have been able to run my own business if she hadn’t let me start out rent free so many years before. Now business was doing decent enough to pay the bills, and that was all I had ever wanted. I had a job I loved, friends I adored, and only one thing missing from the perfection that was my current life; a man I loved. But I wasn’t holding my breath that he’d be coming along anytime soon.

  “It was good. I’ll be glad when it’s over, though. I’m playing a homeless person in the ensemble. Not really what dreams are made of.”

  “It’s a start. That’s better than some kids get. Let’s get started on your audition piece.”

  Braxton was actually a sweet kid. Emma liked to tease that he must be a spoiled brat because of the money his family had, but I had been working with him for almost three years. He was more polite than most teenagers and certainly more responsible. Not only was Braxton finishing his high school coursework, but he was also doing eight shows a week at an Off Broadway show. That didn’t sound like a spoiled kid to me; it sounded like he was a hard worker who was chasing after his dreams.

  “Hold in your diaphragm,” I corrected Braxton as he sang through his audition piece.

  “I can’t get enough air for that last big note.”

  “Here,” I said as I held my hands on either side of his ribcage. “Pull in from here, not in your stomach. Now go again.”

  Braxton always took corrections right away, and sure enough, he had nailed the audition piece after only twenty minutes. I had a good feeling about this audition for him. It was hard to make it on Broadway, and it was the dream for most of my clients, but Braxton was one of the people I thought would actually make it there. As long as Broadway continued to stay his dream.

  “Dakota,” Braxton said as he looked at me strangely.

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Did you know tomorrow is my birthday?”

  His eyes looked sad as he spoke. Who had a birthday and looked that sad? It broke my heart to see that look in his eyes.

  “Well, that’s exciting. So you’re going to be eighteen, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s weird, though. I still have half a year of high school
left, but technically I’m going to be an adult. I think I should just get my GED so I can concentrate on work now.”

  “What? No, don’t do it,” I said as I grabbed his hands. “Don’t get me wrong; you’re a very talented guy. I know you’ll do great tomorrow at your audition. But you need that diploma. Some day you might even decide to go to college or something like that. Promise me you’ll finish school.”

  “Let me kiss you,” he said boldly.

  “What? No.”

  “Please, I’ve never kissed a woman as beautiful as you. Please, let me just taste your lips on mine.”

  For a newly appointed adult, he was awfully good with the compliments. His desire for me was evident in the look he was giving me, and although I should have been extremely uncomfortable, it actually wasn’t all that weird.

  “No, Braxton. I’ve known you since you were young. I couldn’t kiss …” I tried to say before he pressed up against me and kissed me.

  His lips were firm, yet gentle as he cupped my cheeks in his hands and moved gently around the perimeter of my lips. Honestly, I didn’t even push the kid off of me. It had been months since I had been properly kissed, and at that moment, I was kind of into it.

  “Well, I think that’s about enough,” I said softly as I pulled away.

  “Can I taste you?” he asked as he erotically looked down at my skirt.

  “No, Braxton. Come on. I don’t care if you are an adult. You won’t want to come back for lessons if things get too uncomfortable between us.”

  “Dakota, I’ve thought about you for three years. Wondered what it would be like to kiss you, to taste you, to feel myself inside of you. Come on; I’ve got a condom. Let’s just do this.”

  “No, Braxton, I’m not having sex with you,” I exclaimed. “How did this whole thing go from kissing to sex so quickly?”

  “I’ve had dozens of girls in my life, but I’ve always fantasized about you. I have to have you, and I knew you wouldn’t say yes until I was old enough. Let me take you out? I’ll take you to dinner anywhere you want. Then we can make love all night long.”