Chapter 1 "VIOLET"
“How could I be so stupid?” I said when flinging out of Aidan’s office and almost knocking down my colleague. I was shocked to see how my boyfriend crawled under the skirt of our boss’ secretary with his firm hand and a smug smile.
Never again will I have a relationship at work! I cried to myself as if it was the first time. In fact, I fell into the same trap again and again whenever I am acquainted with men. As a naive little fool, I supposed that if I spent all the time with my boyfriend at work, I would be able to control him 24 hours per day. But somehow all of my “exes” were able to twist me around their little fingers and take up other broads right under my nose. Bastards!
But I was fed up with that! I have started taking exceptions to being ridiculed in front of people! I just grabbed my bag and darted off. I rushed home, even though my boss was in the office having negotiations with his business partners. I still felt his reproachful gaze burning my back when I flew out of the office. But honestly, I didn’t give a shit! Anyway, what could I have done if my boss has decided to fire me? I could only admit that I have the black line in my damn life.
The whole evening I was crying like crazy while my ex-boyfriend was calling me. I supposed he incessantly wanted to explain everything. What other explanation did I need, if he almost fucked another woman on his desk? I wanted to yell at him, to say nasty things, but as usual, I closed in my shell and didn’t pick up the phone. I was crying hysterically on the couch, thinking that I would go to sleep then and spit on the whole world.
But the sleep didn’t come to me. My head ached. All the pills didn’t have any effect. I had thought I would go mad, sitting locked up in the darkness and looking at the black street from my apartment. What could destiny have in stock for me?
I opened a bottle of bourbon, unaware of how aged it was, and started to drink. I had yet to call Aidan and shoot out the stream of invective that he deserved, but I was too proud to do that.
I decided to go to a local club and began to dress on. Perhaps, I will feel better if I have fun a little.
Having taken a taxi and circling the whole city, soon, I reached a strange nightclub called “Drunken Cherry.” I went out, stepping onto the street, and had hiccups; perhaps I have taken in some fresh air. I hemmed at the fact that I’ve never been so drunk into a crowded place, but still, I headed for the entrance. Then suddenly I lost my footing on my three inches heels and fell on my bottom on the rough asphalt, cursing all and sundry. My ass was burning from the hard landing on the ground, but still making the most effort, I got up.
Looking at me, the bouncer at the door shook his head slightly, muttering something under his breath. Apparently, he didn’t like drunken women. Neither did I. I scoffed at my reaction due to this fact and went to him. The bouncer blocked the way when I asked him to let me pass. He said that in such a state as I was, I could only lie somewhere on the sidelines, and not to go in for a dance. I was about to lower the boom on him and cuss him out till he’s sick to hear. As I was still contemplating this, a strong man’s hand gently embraced my shoulder.
“What the fuck?” I cried out, shivering from the man’s grip and shaking my dark emerald dress off the road dust. “You should beware to let loose your hands... and…”
Then my speech abruptly ended when I lifted my brown eyes at the stranger that still held my elbow. I was ready to sink into the ground. It was my boss. He looked extremely irresistible today. His black trousers perfectly underlined his narrow waist and his tight ass. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, showing its relief and smoothness, and his smile was shining just like a rainbow. His dimples sparkled in the lights of the nightclub; his dark blue eyes were burning all through my crippled soul. Double damn!
Why didn’t I pay any attention to Mr. Kyle Jamieson as a man before? Probably, because I was head over heels in love with this freak called Aidan.
I was wondering, how I would look into his eyes tomorrow? I suppose, he has already concluded that I was a drunkard and a loser; the one whom a black cat always crosses her path. The one who will never have a healthy family. The one whom men can only regret to have met. The one whom they allow to lick her wounds.
I won’t play this game anymore! Now I’m inaccessible.
I didn’t say anything to my boss. I just broke free from his grasp, heading to the bouncer and smiling at him poisonously.
“Let me in right now, you jerk. Why do you want to vent your anger on me? Were you roused suddenly from sleep to come and man this entrance?” I growled. Other visitors, watching the scene, were waiting for the verdict of the guard: he either would let me in or would thrust me out.
“Listen, lady; I’ll kick you out of this place!” The bouncer became furious, looking at me like his enemy, as thin blue veins appeared on his forehead. His knuckles were white, and his jaw was compressed. I was afraid that he would kill me like a fly now with one blow.
But then Mr. Jamieson came to the bouncer and politely showed him his gold card. I didn’t know its content, but the bouncer changed his face instantly, giving my companion a faint smile.
“Sorry for the mood of my girl,” he murmured, looking at the bouncer and sometimes taking a glance at me. I was silent as a fish and still did not understand what my boss wanted from me. Why should he lie that I’m his girlfriend? What games does he play?
“She’s just out of spirit today,” he continued quietly. “I steamed her by not coming to our date. Therefore, I want to make amends to her, by taking her to the party. Can you help me?”
The bouncer smiled a little, freely opening the steel door for him and still looking at me like a naughty child.
Without waiting for some instruction either from him or the bouncer, I flew into the club like a bullet, not even looking back. I went to the bar, ordering several portions of vodka for myself.
The band Disclosure feat. Sam Smith with their song “Omen” sounded on the dance floor. It forced young couples to move with the beat of the beautiful music as they plunged into the whirl of ardency.
Swallowing three glasses of vodka in one gulp, I stretched out my arm for the next one, but I was interrupted. Someone has put his hand on my forbidden area—my bare knee and had no plan of backing off. Being angry, I turned around on the leather chair, looking at that young squirt. A guy of about twenty years old was licking his lips, seeing the low neckline of my dress. He was thrusting his hands out, apparently deciding to feel up my big breasts. Perhaps he wanted to make sure whether they were real or not or to test my feminine strength.
Scarcely I wanted to slap him in his face, as I was grabbed by one more impudent, but a bit older. He was about thirty, just my age, but it didn’t give him the right to be the master of my body. He abruptly pulled me to the dance floor, seizing my ass and not allowing me to escape. He pressed me against his dick protruding from the jeans and roughly imitated the movements of sex. I couldn’t fight against his strength; I could only rebel. He was like a jackal, sinking his claws in me, as if into his prey.
Feeling my weakness, I sobbed. I didn’t understand what was happening. No one paid attention to us as if everything was in order on the dance floor. Is it allowed here to touch women when they don’t want it and force them to have sex? Hasn’t anyone been penalized or sanctioned for this?
I was shocked and utterly terrified by that discovery. And suddenly I heard a menacing growl next to my ear.
Holy shit! Is here the battle of males for females? Who could ever think such wild places still existed in the world? It’s horrible.
“Let this woman go! Now! She’s mine,” another man said, standing behind me and wanted to fight for me as well.
I was relieved to hear his voice. It was my boss again.
How did he know that I was on the dance floor? Did he really spy for me? Such news!
“Is she labeled that you think she’s yours?” The insolent who was keeping me was quick to respond. He didn’t wish to let me go just like that. Probably he desired to get me for the evening. “Moreover, everyone here knows what this club is all about and what obtains in it. Fuck off, asshole!” He finished, looking back at me with the gaze that twisted my guts.
What did that goat mean? I felt rummy.
In response, Mr. Jamieson just smiled mischievously, moving his jaw from side to side. His eyes spoke that if this moron didn’t let go his hand off me, it would go hard with him.
“Listen, you idiot!” My boss growled at him angrily, holding my hand not tightly, but even caressingly. “If you don’t leave this woman alone, I’ll call the security. And they’ll tow you out of the club because you’ve broken a rule.”
“All women that come here become the property of the man for the night. Any member of the club chooses a woman to fuck with, and she cannot refuse since she came by her free will. And don’t tell me that I don’t know club rules!” That fagot barked, still not releasing my ass from his hands.
Mr. Jamieson stood up for me without losing an eye to eye contact with that Barbarian, who was still holding me as his slave. “She’s a newbie here. Leave her immediately.”
“If she didn’t know the damn rules, it’s not my fucking problem. She came here; she’s mine. Go eat dirt, man!” The stranger shouted at him, unwilling to let go of me, all the more to give up.
“And how about that, motherfucker?” Mr. Jamieson ground his teeth, showing another plastic card apart from that gold that I saw on the street. The eyes of the Barbarian widened as he read the text, and no more arguing, he instantly let me go.
“Heck! Bullshit!” The stranger cursed and quickly disappeared out of our sight. He dissolved in the dancing crowd which moved to the romantic music.
While they talked to each other, I gathered my wits. The fear increased my adrenaline to the maximum, and the blood immediately surged to my face. I was no longer drunk. I was sober more than ever.
“What was written on your card that made him cast away in no time?” I enquired, adjusting my dress which was wet from the sweaty hands of that stranger who wanted to fuck me.
“See yourself.” He took the card out his pocket, which frightened that barbarian away, and gave me time to explore it.
As I read the text on the card, my eyes popped out. The content was in black and white:
For tonight miss Violet Fire belongs to Mr. Kyle Jamieson: her body and soul. The parties have entered into their mutual commitments on October 5, 2017, and no one can appeal their decisions. Nobody has the right to influence it; otherwise, he will immediately face expulsion from the club list of “Drunken Cherry.” The parties also cannot refuse each other at the last moment, or each one of them will take full responsibility according to the club rules.
I thought. What is this crap? And what kind of rules these are? Why the hell I’m I standing here and reading this heresy? Did he forge documents and wanted to intimidate me now? Or maybe it’s a sect with some dark rituals of sex and my boss became a part of it? That is too much!
“Your little head thinks very quickly for the woman who is already drunk enough,” my boss snorted, and frankly, I wanted to hit him for this mockery. I didn’t laugh it off.
“Look, Mr. Jamieson. I have no time for your jokes. Okay? Please, take me home, and I swear that no one else would be disturbed.” I spoke to him in a voice that was rough as a result of my much drinking.
“Did you not realize how serious this is?!” My boss pierced me with his eyes as though he convinced me of the reality of this show. But I wasn’t a little girl, bloody hell! We didn’t live in the Middle Ages to follow some ridiculous rules and laws.
Who is he to decide with whom should I be today? And what is this club?
“It’s a prank, right?” I smiled, not needing to play along with him in his madness. “I want to go home.”
“This is not a prank, damn it!” He swore, softly shaking my shoulders. “I didn’t have time to warn you, Violet. This club is not for people like you; it is for the elite. But you didn’t listen, and bounced into the club as a meteor, without asking me anything. And now I’m trying to get you out of shit.”
“And what would happen if I refuse to sleep with you?” I let out a laugh, not realizing why I did it. Maybe my courage appeared after I sobered up and hoped to sort everything out.
Could the courage help me out if it didn’t help me on the dance floor? Scarcely.
“If you refuse this offer, it will trigger some suspicions by the club’s administration, and the case might take an unexpected turn. We will have to be responsible for these consequences. You read it.”
Listening to him, I increasingly pondered about how to escape from this place like spacey. But my legs just sank into the ground and didn’t go anywhere. They knew that it was my best decision since I ended up in this damn club.
“What consequences?” I asked him. “I will be kicked out of the club?”
“If only...” He smiled at me weakly. “They will just get rid of us, that’s all. You have no idea of who comes into this club—all sorts of the upper crust (mostly incorrigible rascals). Everyone is incognito here. Each of us is obliged to keep quiet and obey. This is a private club for the rich; it’s not a club for broken hearts like yours, Violet.” Mr. Jamieson gazed empathy at me as if he knew that Aidan and I broke up. I didn’t like when someone sympathized with me; I could seem weak at this moment.
Of course, I couldn’t hold myself. Tears instantly appeared in the corners of my eyes as I remembered Aidan.
“You wanted to say that we should keep-a-silence about what we had seen here? It reminds me of the movie Stanley Kubrick’s “Eyes Wide Shut.” This situation is idiotically funny.” I frankly admitted, slightly shaking my head and not believing him. I laughed at this situation.
“It’s not funny at all, Violet.” He told me angrily. “I must save both of us. And I think you also want it.”
“So I have to spend the night with you...“ I changed the tense subject, sighing and dropping my eyes down. “And I cannot get away from the club? Is there no exit?”
“Only a night with a man and then you can go wherever you want. Cameras are mounted everywhere, every of your movement is being tracked down, and you cannot escape. As they say, you’re under the gun. All-powerful persons of this world use female body to relax and get what they want in this club. Rich and middle-income women come here to lose themselves and have fun in return. Nothing more. No romance and deep feelings. Only sex. That is the basic aim of the club. You are fortunate that no one knows that you’re not my well-to-do girlfriend, but just a clerk in my office. If they find out that you are not a millionaire, it will turn badly for me, Vai. So let loose yourself. Although, if I’m so unpleasant to you, you can spend the night with someone who held you as a captive on the dance floor or, with someone who groped your bare knee at the bar.” He maliciously snapped, and this led me to a delightful thought.
Oh, is he undoubtedly jealous of me? Holy crap!
“All the people here are rich? Even those that were sitting at the bar?” I didn’t even notice that I started to call him by his first name, forgetting about that horrible evening.
“Don’t look at their clothing. The clothes are nothing here because the rich are free to choose, both regarding image and women.”
“I see...” I mumbled, trying not to attract the attention of other men, who were waiting to pounce on me. I almost threw up.
Do these real beasts come here, all ready to satisfy their animal instincts only? Although how could I judge them? I didn’t know anything about their lives...
“So what?” He interrupted my thoughts. “Time is getting on, Violet. What do you choose?”
I just swallowed, bravely taking his hand and watching the people all squeegee on the dance floor. All were kissing passionately, pawing intimate places of each other and almost having sex right on the dance floor.
“Okay. Lead me. You know everything here...” I said sarcastically as if it bothered me.
It seemed that something changed in our relationship or maybe I was just jealous of him over all the women whom he served there. Damn it!
“Come on,” Mr. Jamieson nudged me forward, putting one hand on my hip. “Don’t turn around. Everyone is looking at us.”
“Have you laid your hand on my hip on purpose?”
“Yes. And enough chatting, woman!” He cut me off, leading me to pass the dance floor faster. I guessed that it was a part of the game, which we were destined to play together. But how can I play when I would be alone with him? The shiver ran down my spine because of this thought.
Just focus, Vai. Everything is well.
He quickly brought me to the disco hall, and soon we found ourselves in a long dark hallway. Passing by mysterious rooms that were closed with magnet latches, my boss stopped abruptly in the middle of our path. Sliding the plastic card over the white lock of the door decorated with mahogany, he let me go first.
When the door closed behind him, and the light turned on automatically, I have shuddered because of nervousness. The room was too erotic, even for me. There were a lot of pornographic objects and different drawings, to which my heartbeat quickened. I didn’t know what to say to Mr. Jamieson and how to deal with him. I can’t say that it was unpleasant to be together with my boss. But to speak with him in the office—it was one thing, and to be in bed with him—it was quite another.
Will he talk to me after sex, as he did before, or he will just forget this night? I didn’t want to answer this question. I wanted everything to end quickly so that I could return to my apartment.
“What would you like, champagne or wine? Or maybe strawberries with cream?” He asked me, featuring his famous dimples, which all the women in our office buzzed about. To say that he was cute, would be a half-truth. He was simply stunning. I’m sure any woman in our office would gladly jump into his bed without delay. Only in my heart, there was no joy. Probably, due to the fact, that I didn’t know him as a person. I didn’t know him at all.
“You know that I can make a dessert very pleasant...” he continued his speech, hinting at the other side of the issue and playfully winking at me.
“Oh, Mr. Jamieson... Don’t...” I started backing off from him as he reached over to kiss me on the lips.
Seeing my reaction and my refusal, he instantly frowned.
“We can just lie on the bed Violet if you wish so. But I fear that there is a camera in this room as well. We couldn’t cop out! Although, I have a feeling that the habitués of the club, as well as the management, understood everything without words. Particularly, because of your behavior. They understood that you’re not a damn member of the club.” He anxiously ran his hand through his black hair, not knowing what to do. “Oh, hit or miss! I no longer care what will happen to me... I’ll go and tell them the truth.” Mr. Jamieson waved his hand, intending to leave the room and talk to the president of the club.
Hearing such words from Mr. Jamieson, my reluctance disappeared immediately. I didn’t want him to risk for me. While on the one hand, I was glad that someone cared about my life.
I managed to stop his movement before he opened the front door. I stepped forward to him, holding his face with my hands and affectionately kissing him on the lips. I didn’t expect that I could bring myself to this.
His lips were so soft and sweet that I imagined in the second as he sat at the bar and drank sweet liqueur. My fantasy to become this liquor and feel the touch of his tongue shocked me.
Have I been so spoiled? Or I just had a hidden woman inside of myself, missing frenzied caresses and mad sex?
I’ve thought to deny my agreement, but he hugged me around my waist, continuing to suppress me by his height and strength.
At first, his kiss was timid and studying, but it became more demanding and violent, promising me an unearthly pleasure. His tongue penetrated into my mouth without resistance on my part, and his hot palms fell on my wide hips, stroking them in a clockwise manner. I was startled by his caresses, and he firmly pushed me to the wall, pressing my hips against his own. I moaned when my chest met with his muscular chest, and our bodies began to burn in a slow fire of our ardor.
I’ve never initiated sex with a man because of my own beliefs, and I was grateful to Mr. Jamieson when he assumed to himself the role of a leader. He grabbed my hips and carried me to the bed, warily laying me on a silk sheet. In the background, I could only hear the song by the singer The Weekend “What You Need.” Strong emotions captured me while listening to this hit. I completely forgot about who I am and where I am.
He slowly began to raise my woolen dress, caressing my hips and moving further up. He sometimes pinched and tickled my snow-white skin, and I just gasped when it amused him. I giggled until he reached up to my panties and intentionally touched my mound. My breathing became steep, as his fingers slipped under my black lace panties, searching for my intimate place.
Mr. Jamieson wasn’t ashamed of how swiftly he attacked me with his body. He intensely caressed my clit until my pussy opened its gates and appeared before him in all its nakedness.
I breathed out when he tore up my panties and plunged into me with his greedy mouth. I was breathing hard; his tongue performed such pirouettes on my skin that my stiffness and shyness vanished at the moment. I obscenely had spread against his mouth and begged him with moans to end this torture. But he was just hemming, touching every nerve of my too moist entrance and forcing me to almost scream to the whole room.
“You’re very sensitive. Did someone tell you about it? Your ex-boyfriends, for example?” He muttered with a kind of hatred for my past, being away from my body and glaring straight at me. It wasn’t just a fire in his eyes. It was a hell-fire, which promised to develop into something great.
“Why should I respond, if you already know my answer...?” I smiled in return, not ceasing to look into his dark blue eyes.
“You’re just teasing me, yeah?” He opened his desired eyes in surprise, trying not to laugh. “Well, you’ll be held accountable, Violet.”
I was startled by his threats, hinting at furious wild sex.
“Mr. Jamieson, please...”
“Call me Kyle, Violet... Call me, Kyle...” A hem emerged on his dimples as his tongue went inside of me. It began to continue a dance in my flesh, or above it, the way his sophisticated sexual fantasy allowed him. I curled up on a bed, desiring to find anything I could grasp at, but “anything” didn’t come across at my hand.
I was giving up... I was melting... I almost screamed with delight, which he gave me.
“Kyle...”
“Yes, honey... Wait a minute, and you will take off...”
In response to his promise, I just moaned loudly when his strong arms wrapped around my weak hips. His tongue fucked me more and more, forcing me to surrender to his master.
Notwithstanding this sensitivity of oral sex, I began to rush from side to side. His hands were holding me as handcuffs hold the convict, and not letting him move freely. I have caught Kyle’s robust shoulders, clenching them stronger, as his tongue increased the speed and penetrated deeper into me.
My God! It was great! I never thought that oral sex could give so much pleasure. I just flew over the land and was afraid to fly directly into space.
I mumbled as his tongue left a wet track inside me, and then I cried out when he gently pressed my clit, making it trembling with his steadfast tenderness.
He brought me to orgasm when the walls of my pussy squeezed his tongue and then released it, still vibrating from the strain. My enjoyment from the bondage of suffering became my ticket to bliss.
“Fuck! I want you, Violet...” Kyle growled. Probably, he didn’t expect that his tongue will feel the most energetic spasms of internal muscles of my vagina: their gradual remission and emancipation.
Enveloping me with its warmth, I was still on a light cloud when he undressed and did the same to me too. He didn’t offer me sex games, he just abruptly entered me. I screamed again, knowing that my pussy will become even more goose-bumpy as this great man will invade me.
I bit my lip as his cock slowly blazed the trail in my front passage, examining it as a path breaker. His movements weren’t irregular but focused as if he was afraid of losing control. I could feel it through his heavy breathing as if he was running a few miles with me. He was biting his lower lip, watching as my eyes closed when he reached my G spot with his impressive penis. Kyle found a well-known place in my body with his natural male instinct and smiled at his triumph. After all, not every man was able to find this spot in a woman’s body. Well, the one who did it could rightly be regarded as the god of sex.
To make sure that everything would go smoothly, and I will be moaning in orgasm even more, Kyle pushed deeper into me. My head was pressed into the bed when his movements were becoming sharper and stronger. He was almost lying on me with his weight as his hands were holding my ass and his dick was thrusting into me with full force. I so wanted to see from outside how he had sex with me, but it was impossible. I could only imagine how hot it looked.
“You’re so beautiful, Vai. Where have your men-assholes looked at?” He growled, starting to increase the speed of our intercourse further. “I will give thee such an orgasm that you will never forget it.” This great man told me, continuing to increase the pace.
I could no longer tolerate it, as the tip of his phallus pressed to the most sensitive spot of my pussy. I cried aloud when the orgasm overtook me at the very climax of our nirvana.
But Kyle didn’t stop, continuing his relentless thrusts, until he popped inside of me, still feeling my body spasms. In gratitude to my submission, he worshipfully kissed me on my little nose, not settling down in the occupation of my body. I just assisted him, wildly pushing my hips towards him and helping to finish our sex.
Finally, he mumbled something and suddenly fell silent in his movements, twitching inside of me. The tension in his muscles has immediately left him, and he laid down on me slowly, trying not to squash me.
He was breathing hard, not taking his eyes off me as if he wished to tell me something important.
“I forgot the condom, damn me!” Kyle howled, leaving my body without his support and turning over on his back. “Where was my head? I am an idiot.”
I smiled with surprising seriousness, deciding to torment him a little bit.
“It’s okay.”
“Okay?! I goofed up!” he rubbed his eyes in guilt while getting out of bed. “I’m sorry, Violet...”
“Well, I will give birth to another Jamieson. It will be fun.” I began to fancy that it could be true but returned to reality. Dreaming was not for me.
“What?” He paled, and I felt sorry for him. I decided to stop acting out because they were watching us.
“Don’t worry,” I snorted, proud of my victory. At least for a moment, I became the mistress of the situation. “I’m on birth control pills.”
“Well, you know.” He jumped on the bed, catching my waist and bringing my body to him with a roar. His eyes held on my lips, and the silence filled our room. Something flashed between us, but this something disappeared at once.
Was it a flash of emotion or merely a fear of the future? We could only guess.
“It’s time.” I smiled coyly at him, stroking his broad chest without any hairs at all. “Thank you for this night. Thank you.” I whispered, kissing his slightly pink cheek.
“I am grateful for your help, Vai. I owe you.” He kissed me on the lips passionately, as if he didn’t want to leave and wanted to prove once again how thankful he was to me. But this place was not safe, and we both knew it.
“No, it’s me who owes you. You made me forget about the bad.” I playfully slapped his shoulder, getting out of bed and starting to dress.
Shit! How could I go without panties?
“Mmm... Mr. Jamieson... Kyle...” I began to stammer when he raised his eyebrow. “I need another panties. You tore them apart.”
“Really?” He smirked, starting to put his inner wears on and fastening his black pants. “I think you don’t need them.”
“Why is that?” I raised my chin, appearing in front of him completely humiliated. But it was only an appearance. I was happy to play along with him.
“Because I’ll take you home.” He grabbed my arm, pushing me to himself softly. He neatly tucked a lock of my chestnut hair behind my ear, tickling my earlobe with his two fingers. “I have to be sure that you will reach home safely.”
“Sure, no problem.” I just took a deep breath, submitting to myself that the night with this man was one of the most beautiful nights in my life. And would it be repeated? I didn’t know. I could only rely on our destiny.
Not staying any longer in this club, from which I still had cold shivers, we went outside, inhaling the evening air of Madrid. He quickly caught a cab, and we immediately landed on the soft back seat. The fear has left me a bit, but a strange premonition still didn’t go away.
It was only the beginning. Kyle and I have taken a path that shouldn’t be investigated. This route was perilous. And perhaps we will soon see it ourselves.
