Hers (3 page)

“Hey,” Levi sits down in the chair across from me. I turn to him, “Hey.” Talk about awkward. I have to break this boy in or the others are going to eat him alive. He is so out of place it is ridiculous.

“I have to ask you, Levi. What are you doing in a place like this?” His eyes widen, as if he wasn't expecting the question. Someone was bound to ask him at some point. He leans in close, really close. Then whispers in my ear, clearly not wanting anyone to hear whatever he is about to confess. “I have needs. New found kink that I need in my sex life. All the women I have been with aren't into it. So, here I am.” A look flashes on his face. I am not sure if it is embarrassment, or humiliation. Usually I am so good at reading people, I do it every day at work, but I feel bad for him. We have all been there at some point. I know I have long ago.

“It happens to the best of us, love.” I lick my bottom lip, then run my tongue across my teeth. God he looks good enough to eat. Just as I am about to make my move, I spot Star from across the sprawling great room. “That right there is my best friend, if you play your cards right, tonight you can have us both.” I wink at him as she plops her sad ass down in my lap. I can see she has been crying, and I can only wonder what that asshat said to her. She nuzzled into my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. Her blonde and neon hair curtains her face, as she continued to sniffle.

“If you'll excuse us Levi, we need a trip to the ladies room.” I throw him a smile, and he gives me a sympathetic look. He has obviously dealt with emotional women over this years, the look of understanding speaks louder than words could at this moment.

Star follows close behind me, and once inside the security of the ladies room, she finally spills her guts.

“God he is an asshole!” She screams at the top of her lungs. If the bass wasn't booming so loud through the building, I am sure the entire upper east side would have just heard her declaration. “He is jealous. So fucking jealous. I just can't deal with it. The second we hit the sidewalk, he picked a fight with me, it is always an issue when I am with you, Seven. It is like he thinks I am going to leave him for you!” She huffed as she pulled a paper towel out of the steel dispenser and blotted at her makeup. I let out a quiet laugh, and want to help her mood desperately, “Well, I am pretty fucking sexy. And gay marriage is so legal in New York.” I blow her a kiss in the mirror and she cracks a smile for me.
Mission accomplished.

“Clearly he just doesn't get our friendship, and if he can't accept you the way you are. The way
we
are. Then fuck him. You don't need him anyways.” Throwing her bag on the counter, she pulls out a makeup bag and starts digging. She quickly fixes her face, and her mood shifts.

“I was kind of done with him anyway. Better off this way.” She shrugs, tossing the used paper products into the black garbage can and heads for the door. “Who was that guy sitting at your table?” I wink at her, before licking my lips. “Fresh meat, my love. Fresh fucking meat.”

The night went on, and my new pet stayed firmly planted at my table. I watched, and socialized but eventually got bored. It was time for me to bust out of this joint for the night. I rarely ever used the private rooms at Sinners and Swingers, not because I wasn't interested, but it just wasn't my thing. I would rather use my own spare bedroom. In fact, I had an entire room in my penthouse set up for exactly this type of thing. Never would I bring a hook up into my own bed.

Looking at Star, I shot her a knowing look. Her hazy eyes told me the only thing I needed to know, the answer was yes.

“Well, Levi. This is it for us tonight. You can either come home with Star and myself, or you can go home, and maybe we'll see you around sometime.” He listened carefully, taking in every last word I spoke. “But if you choose to come home with us, there are a couple rules. First, protection. Condoms are a must. I don't care how clean you are, or how clean you insist you are.” He nods in agreement, and I continue my speech. “Two. If you are afraid of strap-ons, walk away now.” His eyes grew wide with lust, he was hanging from every last word. “Third. This is a one time, no strings attached kind of thing. What goes on behind those doors is private. If you take it outside those walls, I will see to it, that you never step foot back inside Sinners and Swingers. Last. When we are done with you tonight, you leave. No questions asked. No phone numbers exchanged. No sleepovers. Like I said in number three, no strings attached. Just for fun. Get it?” He finally speaks, only to agree with everything I have said thus far.

“Got it. Clear as day, Mistress Marilyn.” He isn't nervous, or anxious like so many before him have been. He is completely laid back, and I kind of admire that. I push the thoughts out of my head, this isn't fucking love connection. This is simple fucking.

“Let's get out of here. Clyde is waiting for me anyway.” That is when the worry kicks in, all over Levi's face. He thinks we are about to throw him to a man, and he is petrified. I laugh, and reassure the poor guy, “Clyde is my driver. Relax.” His demeanor returns to laid back, and we make our way into the car, for the trip across town to my penthouse.

Clyde pulled the black Lincoln town car up in front of my John Street building in the Financial District, a bit of a drive from Sinners and Swingers. The car ride across town was quiet, even for Star. Maybe she has lost her nerve? I wouldn't be surprised at all, Evan had really done a number on her in the month he spent hanging around. I started to doubt her devotion to the threesome in store for us.

I open the door, and step out on to the sidewalk. Star, and Levi both follow me. But, as if I was reading her mind, she turns back to the car and climbs back in. “Sorry, I'm just not feelin' it tonight Seven. I hope you don't mind if I skip out.” I nod in her direction, and look to face Levi.

“Clyde, can you bring Star home for me please?” He nods as the door closes. When the traffic passes, he pulls out into the streets of Manhattan like a madman.

“Well, I guess there has been a change of plans, Levi. You can go if you would like. But the offer still stands.” I turn on the sidewalk, making my way through the chilly October evening to the lobby of my building. He is on my heels before I know it. “Seven?” I stop in my tracks.
How does he know my name? I don't want him to know my name. He needs to leave. Now.
“What did you just call me?” I turn, only to remember Star calling me by my name minutes earlier.
Fuck.

“Look, I don't use my real name at the club. It's a privacy thing.” He nods. “I understand. If I knew better, I wouldn't have given you my real name either. But since we know each others names now, where do we go from here?” He moved in close, invading my space. It wasn't until now that I got a good whiff of him, and God does he smell good. Something minty, mixed with scotch, and an expensive aftershave. Whatever that scent is, I have got to have it. I meet his heated gaze, and lean further in to him, running my tongue along the stubble of his jaw. “I'm going upstairs. It is your move, Levi.”

I turn away from him and enter the lobby of the building, the warmth comforts me. Hitting the up button on the elevator, I feel an arm snake around my waist, and lips press to my ear. “Does this mean there won't be any strap-on's tonight?” His worlds send a shock through my body. This man has kink, that is for sure, and I fucking like it. Without missing a beat, I turn to face him, pressing my lips to his ear. “That all depends on what you want, Levi.” Leaving the ball in his court, I back away just in time for the elevator doors to open.

There is something about elevators. Something extremely sexy. Especially when the elevator in question has three sides of mirrors. Before I know what is happening, the door slams closed and Levi has me pinned up against the wall. His mouth moves up my neck, licking, teasing, and biting the path to my lips. He exudes control, but that is a problem, because there is no way I am letting anyone top me. He will be my bottom, or he will walk. Simple as that.

Our lips collide in a frantic explosion of need. I don't know what he wants, but I haven't been laid in some time. If I don't get a dick inside me, I may spontaneously fucking combust. The elevator comes to a halt, signaling the end of our journey. We had hit the top floor of my building, which houses my penthouse.

“We're here,” I breathe into his ear as we fumble out of the elevator in each others arms. I pull out of his embrace, I need to distance myself for a minute to set a couple things straight.

“Levi,” he pauses and looks at me. The gorgeous blue eyes from earlier are gone, now they are dark, his pupil's dilated as he watches every move I make. “You may not have realized this in the club, and since you are new I will give you the benefit of the doubt.” I take a few steps closer, my heels clicking loudly in the foyer, against the white tile floor, then closely lean in brushing my lips against his ear. “I am not some hookup you can have your way with. In fact, it is quite the opposite, my love. You will submit to me tonight, or you will walk in that elevator, and out of my building now. Do you understand?” Nodding his head, he slides to the floor, and kneels at my feet.

Clearly his man knows what being a submissive is all about, and holy fuck he is turning me on. If I didn't have pants on, my cunt juices would be dripping down my leg. “Good boy.” I start toward the guest bedroom, “Come along, Levi.”

The heels of my stilettos clicked down the short hallway, and echoed through the empty space. Only coming to a stop outside of the spare bedroom I used to carry on my games of sexual exploits. In here, I could be someone else. I could escape my life. I could be the slut I ached to be since Daniel walked out on me, I could never really be myself in bed with him. Everything was just too vanilla. Tonight was different though, tonight was new. On most occasions I would have Star by my side, helping to curb any personal connection to the Sub Du Jour. But tonight, it would just be Levi and myself.

“Strip.” My word was to the point, no need for senseless chit chat. I'm not here to make friends, I am here to fuck. I turn away from him, and slip off my heels first. Losing six inches of height, I realize Levi towers over my five foot three frame. He must have at least a foot on me. Sliding my pants down my legs, and pulling my tank top over my head, I stand in nothing but lace. My games always begin after I remove my own clothing, the act of undressing is too intimate. Not a level of connection I choose to make with a sub on any occasion, no matter how heated we may be.

The white lace bra leaves little to the imagination. My pierced nipples stand at attention as I steal a glimpse of the expensive suit laying crumpled on my hardwood floors. The white lace thong exposes one of the very few areas on my body, not cover in ink. My luscious ass.

I slip my feet back into the stilettos, one at a time before finally turning to examine the fine male specimen I dragged home with me this evening. I am pleasantly surprised to see him sprawling across the bed on his back, with absolutely nothing on. Naked as the day he was born. Vulnerable to my touch. I round the bed, side-to-side looking over every inch of his sculpted body. Clearly he takes care of himself. I would guess the gym a couple times a week, complete with weight lifting. Mmmm and hot damn, my favorite. Hairless from chest to ass. Freshly waxed. I would know the smooth post wax skin anywhere. Just like my own pussy.

“That suit left much to the imagination, but I can tell you Levi.” I crawl up on the bed, and straddle his lap before leaning in to his ear and finishing my sentence. My full breasts pressing against his hard chest. “I really like what I see.”

I lean back on my haunches, I can feel his hardening length against my ass, and I can tell he likes everything he can see thus far. “Talk to me Levi,” I lift my leg and get off the bed, striding to the end to watch him. “Tell me what you are thinking.” His eyes stare at me, only breaking eye contact when the icy baby blues shimmy their way down my body, taking in every inch of my body.

With a low growl, he finally speaks. “I think I have died and gone to heaven. You are perfection. Every fucking inch of your body is pure perfection.” Damn he is going to be good for my ego. Maybe I should keep this one around? No fucking way. What the fuck am I thinking?