Johnattan Blake

I gasp as the hands pull me towards someone's hips. The person starts to grind on me, matching the rhythm of my hips.

I stretch my hands behind me, running them through his soft, silky hair. He braces forward and I feel his hard-on poking me. I smirk at my accomplishment, not even a minute of dancing and he already wants me.

I push back on him, slowly moving my hip around in a circular motion against him. I hear him moan at my movements and his hands run down my hips to my thighs rubbing up and down. I brace my back on his chest, moving my hips to the rhythm.

I look over my shoulder to come eye to eye with a pair of electric blue orbs. His eyes are filled with lust so much lust that they seem to darken.

I look at his face taking it in, he has a handsome face. A rigid and stubborn jawline, a perfectly straight nose, his face looks like it's been carved by God himself but it wasn't flawless.

His left cheek has a faint scar on it. This scar gives him a mysterious and dangerous look. A look that says: come discover me, explore me, and unearth my secrets. And I want to do all that.

Suddenly the song comes to an end and an upbeat song comes on. The tempo was fast, the drums, the maracas, and the voices. He grabs my right hand, gently pushes me off him, I spin and stop as our connected hands stretch their full length keeping me attached to him.

He smiles pulling me in onto his firm chest, grabs my left hand, and dominates the dance.

"It's simple," he says his voice deep and soft. I can swear I heard harps playing as he speaks. "Follow me."

His right foot comes forward, causing me to my left foot a step back. His left foot comes forward my right foot goes a step back.

After a while I get the flow of it and start moving my hips to the beat, he smiles at me and I smile back. He moves our arms back and forth, to the flow of the music. He steps to the side, spins me so I'm behind him hands still interlocked. He releases my left hand, pulls me to his right then pulls me towards the side of his body.

I slowly stretch out my right foot, running my hands down his body as I slide to the ground. He moans as my hand glides over his erection, he looks at me his eyes were now darker and overflowing with lust.

He holds out his hand, I grab it. He pulls me up and spins me, my dress lifting as he does. He releases my hand and grabs my waist in a swift motion stopping me.

He pulls me to him, grinding against me again. We continue like this until we are out of breath.

I pull him towards the bar and we start talking over my second bottle of Vodka and his bottle of Heineken.

"So, may I ask what your name is?" he asks.

"Christina Hase, but you can call me Chrissie or Tina," I say cheerfully. The vodka was getting to me so I was a bit chirpy.

He nods.

"And yours?" I giggle.

"Oh, Johnattan Blake, but you can call me Johnny," his voice as soft as silk.

"As in the owner of this club?"

"No, I'm not the owner," he laughs as he takes a drink of his Heineken.

"Ok then. So, what do you do?" I query as I grab my bottle of vodka and drink.

"I'm a – Damn slow down there beautiful!" he exclaims, his eyes widen as I empty my second bottle.

I laugh at his expression. "I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

"Can you now?" he says with a seductive tone.

"Yes, I can handle a large things. Very large things," I say as I rest my head on my hand, my elbow pushing my head upwards. I bite my lip seductively and I hear him gulp. A smirk played on his lips.

"Really... Well, Ms. Hase. I have something large enough to suit you and I am eager to know what you can do with it," he says lust lacing his voice.

I get off the leather stool, walk towards him, and whisper in his ear that we should go somewhere more private while taking a small nip on his ear. He immediately nods and grabs my coat along with my bag. I turn to Lexi winking as he pulls me across the dance floor. Johnattan then goes over to his table returning seconds later with his belongings. As we make our way out, I drop the bracelet in the doorman's hand and walk into the dimly lit hallway.

Johnattan helps me into my coat and places his hand on the centre of my back. We walk out of the club and he takes my hand leading me down the street.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we walk past the tall metal light posts at the side of the concrete sidewalk.

The fluorescent lights are dull so that the sidewalk is poorly lit.

"The hotel I'm staying at is just around the corner," he says as he uses his hand to spin me as we walk.

I giggle and soon we are at the corner of the street. "So you're not from here?"

"No, I'm from New York. I'm in California for a meeting," he answers as he stares at me, eyes not leaving mine.

Oh, well... This is just an one nightstand so it's not a problem. I reassure myself.

"Okay," I say as I look on the floor avoiding his eyes, like an innocent little girl- which I am the total opposite of.

I love sex and I am far from shy. It is an art, it takes one a while to master it and I haven't fully mastered it but I will. Soon, I will be so damn good no man can resist but not all will touch. I'm not this easy to get with but I need to take my mind off what happened with James and no strings attached sex, seems appropriate for this feeling.

I loathe feelings they get you in trouble and only leads to heartbreak. From my teenage years, I vowed never to catch any feelings and from that day I never did and never will.

I am suddenly brought out of my thoughts, as bright lights illuminate the sidewalk. I look up to see 'Hotel Green' in its ten storey glory.

I gawk at its beauty, mesmerized.

A golden building with green pines surrounding it, a palace with its huge balcony windows, and beautiful carvings on its walls. This building is truly a work of art. The carvings display the imagery of a forest with the canopies of trees and various spices of fauna. The work is flawless and its beauty is effortless, from the clouds in the sky to the rocks below. The craftsmanship is breath-taking; I could stare at it all night.

Suddenly, I feel a tug on my arm and I'm pulled inside. The yellow and blue lights from the sign blind me momentarily as we walk through the doors. I didn't even have time to take in the golden lobby as Johnattan pulls me into the elevators as fast as he can. The elevator is thankfully empty, and when it closes we're the only ones in there.

I look over at him to notice he's looking at me hungrily. Walking over to him, I place my hands on his chest. His eyes study me as I push his back on the wall and slowly explore the contours of his body. I reach my destination and grab his erection through his blue jeans. I stroking him with my fingers feeling his blunt tip pressing against the material of his pants and his breath hitches as I grind my lower half onto him.

I then move my lips closer to his and as Johnattan moves in to capture my mouth I divert and start to kiss his jawline.

I place heated kisses down his neck, sucking and nibbling as he moans.

I move my other hand down to his jeans, I pull his button and zip down his fly. His length finding a bit of freedom flies out in his black Calvin Klein underpants.

I grip it with both my hands caressing his long, throbbing cock. He moans in pleasure, his breath hitching and coming out as pants.

"Do you like that?" I whisper in his ears my voice dripping with lust.

I slowly but sensually nibble on his ear, feeling his muscles tense, and soon I find myself pinned to the wall. He kisses my neck hungrily, grabs my breasts through the fabric of my dress, and massages them roughly. I moan as he reaches down into my bra, pulling out my breast and he grabs my nipples tugging at them rigorously.

It feels so fucking good.

He pulls on my nipples as if they were a doorknob and soon takes one into his mouth suckling like a newborn child.

Oh fuck, my body feels so... Wait! Why was I letting him have so much control over me? I am the Dominant; I am supposed to be in charge not him...

But, it feels so... Snap out of it Tina take back control...

I flip him over and just then the elevator bell rings. I push up against his chest hiding my nipples and his protruding hard-on as I hear the voices and footsteps enter the elevator.

Soon, I feel his hand on my back, patting it. I raise my hand from my side and slowly push his erection in his pants as I zip it up. The sound of the zipper is noticeable but everyone was too busy talking to hear it. His free hand goes up to my breast and one by one he pushes my boobs with now swollen nipples back into my bra.

I turn around as soon as he's finished and look around. The elevator was gold in colour with the edges being a deep green. Around us were people dressed in evening wear. I smirk as I reflect on what just happened in here and they didn't even notice.

Suddenly, I feel a hand trace the back of my thighs going upwards.

Oh no... Not here... He wouldn't ... Would he?

His hands run over my lace panties and as he pulls at it my breath hitches. I instantly grab his erection in a deadly grip stopping him in his tracks. His hands fall and he moans out loud, the people around us look at him questioningly.

"Um, I'm so tired," He quickly says as he moans again. I hold back a laugh and I look up to see him glaring at me.

'Ooo, I'm in trouble I'm so scared' I think sarcastically.

Soon the elevator doors open and he pushes me out with him.

As the doors close behind us, he pulls me back on his hard chest and whispers in my ear.

"You're going to regret that."