Chapter 69: Their First Meeting
2 Months Earlier
\[Gianna’s POV\]
“How about him?” Gabrielle’s voice reaches me over the bass that is booming around us.
“Who?” I ask, looking in the direction she is pointing and that’s when I see him.
He’s handsome with his slicked back salt and pepper hair, and his beautiful grey eyes that roam the club around him.
“Isn’t he kind of old?” I ask. “I mean…”
“Are you saying you can’t do it?” Gabrielle asks. “You know that there is a punishment if you don’t go through with this bet.”
A punishment.
Of course, I understood how this game worked and I knew that if I didn’t do what was expected of me then I would have to suffer, but to go as far as getting an older man to fuck me.
Wasn’t that a bit…
“Are you passing?” Gabrielle asks. “If you are, then…”
“No,” I say quickly.
I didn’t have enough money to pay her and Alannah 1k each.
“I’m going to do it.”
As I speak, I lift my drink and bring it to my lips and after finishing it off, I head toward the table where the man sits.
“Hey, handsome,” I purr, sliding into the booth with him. “Do you care to have some company?”
I grow quiet and wait while the man takes me in, his gaze dangerous as he slowly trails along my body and when it returns to my face, I can see the desire in it.
“Sure,” he smiles. “But are you sure a woman as young and beautiful as you wants to spend the evening with me?”
“If I didn’t I wouldn’t have approached you.” I tell him.
At my words, his gaze continues to stay locked on me like a predator watching its prey and I have to admit that that dangerous feeling just makes this that much more exciting.
After that, we talk about anything and everything and when he asks me what my favorite food is, I tell him sushi and pasta.
“You’re a diverse girl, huh?” He chuckles, licking his lips seductively.
“You could say that,” I shrug. “Maybe later I will show you just how diverse I am.”
At my words, the man’s gaze darkens and I don’t miss the way it flashes with anticipation and once we’ve had enough to drink, we are both rising.
“Want to go somewhere a bit more private?” He asks me, gently taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. “I’d like to learn a bit more about that diversity you mentioned.”
“Of course,” I breathe.
My core throbs, my body hums, and all I want is to see what this man who is much older than me is capable of.
Of course, in the past I heard that older men did it better, but until now I just couldn’t find myself attracted to one. I guess I was just waiting for this one and that’s why, I let him lead me out of the club and to the street where he hails a taxi.
Once we are inside it, our mouths collide, our hands explore, and I don’t give a damn if the man driving the cab gets a show because I want this man more than I ever wanted anything.
“You’re pretty bold,” he rumbles when my hand finds its way to his bulge. “Can’t even wait until we get to the hotel.”
“How much longer?” I ask, peeking at the window beside me and taking in the scenery.
“Almost,” he tells me and pulls away.
Frowning, I try to ignore the sudden feeling of rejection that I feel, but that rejection quickly disappears when we reach our destination.
“Keep the change,” the man says, handing the cab driver a hundred and not wasting anymore time, he climbs out of the cab and then comes around to my side and opens my door for me.
Smiling, I get out and then wobble ever-so-slightly due to the alcohol in my system.
“Careful,” the man murmurs. “You don’t want to get hurt.”
“Not a chance,” I hiss, straightening out. “Let’s go.”
Now I’m the one taking the lead and when we reach the reception desk, I prepare to book the room, but the man gets to it first and I’m left watching.
As I do, I don’t miss the stares that comes mine and the man’s way, because honestly, I’m certain that they’re coming up with their own assumptions. I mean, how could they not when they see a young beautiful woman with an older man.
I mean, if I was them I would think the same, but since I knew that it was nothing like that I really didn’t give a damn.
“Shall we?” The man asks me once he has been given a key to our suite.
“Let’s go.”
We move toward the elevator and once inside, he attacks again, pinning me against the wall and shoving a thigh between my legs.
When it touches my core and starts to slowly move, driving me wild, I reach down in an attempt to grab his belt, but he doesn’t let me.
“You’re impatient,” he murmurs, his teeth nibbling my lip. “Just wait a little longer.”
“I’ve already waited long enough.” I whine. “I want to strip you bare now.”
As I speak, the door behind us opens and before I can even take a step, the man grabs me, hoisting me over his shoulder and then we are moving.
When we are inside our suite, he throws me on the bed and then stares down at me, watching as I breathe heavily, my body begging for him.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands beginning to undo his tie. “So fucking beautiful.”
Smiling, I begin to undo the clips of my corset until my breasts spill out and when the man’s eyes flash hornily, I feel a wave of satisfaction move through me.
“How about now?” I ask, throwing the corset to the side and then working my pants.
For a moment, the man doesn’t speak as he waits for me to undo the pants and once I do, I see his whole demeanor shift instantly.
“Remove them,” he says and I feel a tingle of excitement from the dominance in his voice. “Or do you want me to do it?”
“Hmmmm,” I consider. “Why don’t you do what you want with me?”
“Do you know what you’re saying, darling?” He asks, leaning on the bed so he is hovering above me. “Don’t regret it later.”
“Never,” I smile. “I never regret anything.”