Strangers for the Night (For The Night #1) (2 page)

The limousine dropped me off at the hotel entrance and I
looked up impressed. This place was huge and very obviously expensive. As
instructed I reported to Edward, the concierge on duty, who discretely took my
overnight case and directed me to the Champagne bar. I strode over, checking my
reflection in the frosted glass doors as I passed. I adjusted the cuffs of my
shirt under my jacket sleeves and ran a hand through my black, unruly with an
edge of cool, hair. I smiled politely as a blonde stumbled as she passed me,
too busy checking me out to see the small step in the marble floor.
Logan
Steele, you’ve still got it,
I thought as I approached the bar and turned
heads. Women wanted me, men wanted to be me, I was used to getting this sort of
reaction when I was in my workout gear, but with a suit the attention was more
pronounced. Even more so tonight, as I was in a sharply tailored suit that I’d
had made to measure in Bond Street as part of Camilla’s requirements.

‘Still water, twist of lime, no
ice,’ I asked the bartender who nodded and pushed a paper coaster towards me as
I sat sideways to the bar, ensuring I had full view of the entrance.

‘Alcoholic?’ enquired a redhead
as she sidled up beside me and put her hand on my firm bicep.

‘Not at all. I’m meeting someone
and want to be clear headed for the evening I have planned for her.’

‘Lucky lady,’ she sighed and
moved onto another single male who gave me a grateful smile of thanks for
refusing her.

‘Your water, Sir.’

‘Thank you, keep the change.’

‘Thank you, Sir,’ he smiled. I
always paid as if it were an expensive short, otherwise I’d just look cheap.

‘You’re welcome.’

‘Meeting Miss Domville?’ he
enquired quietly as he polished a glass.

‘What would make you think that?’
I asked, raising my eyebrow in return. Client discretion was paramount.

‘All staff likely to see you with
her have been warned to keep quiet, to ensure that it does not get back to her
father.’

‘The staff are more scared of his
daughter than the great man himself?’

‘The great man himself doesn’t
have sex with his staff and keep the recordings to blackmail them with, Sir.’

‘Well I should hope not.’ The
report I’d read had suggested as much, that Miss Domville was not the innocent
virgin her father believed her to be, but a recording was strictly against my
policy.

‘If one were aware that there
were such cameras, hidden behind the speaker panel in the private lift to the Domville
suite, as well as in the iPhone docs facing the bed in the master suite, the
vase of black orchids in the main bathroom and box tree bush next to the hot
tub on the outer balcony, one could find a way to make sure they avoided their
face being seen.’

‘Fascinating,’ I nodded as I
slipped him another tip and received a grateful nod as he stepped away to serve
another customer. So, Camilla was planning on capturing my face and trying to blackmail
me? I wondered what for, it wasn’t as if she needed any extra money. I ran
through the layout of the suite that I’d memorised and calculated how I was
going to avoid her spycams as I sipped at my water and checked the main door
again, before checking my watch. She was late, it was already ten past eight.
If she stood me up it would do me a favour, I’d been paid up front and could
avoid the complications of her scheming, but it would bruise my ego severely.
No one had ever stood me up.

‘Is this seat taken?’

‘I’m afraid so,’ I replied
without looking at the speaker. As well as skilled in bed, I was also skilled
in reading into people’s body language, listening to their tone and intonation
and making snap judgements. I’d lay bets that she was in her mid-sixties, a
smoker, which I hated, and that she was desperate. While the irony of not
liking desperate women for casual personal encounters wasn’t lost on me, given
that I got it up on a regular basis
for
desperate women, that was work.
In real life I veered towards women who weren’t quite so obvious and pushy.

‘It looks vacant,’ she prodded.
Why
the hell ask if you’re going to ignore my response?
I slowly turned to face
her, pleased that my intuition hadn’t let me down. She was attractive for her
age, but severely lined around the mouth from sucking on cigarettes, or maybe
it was cock as well, she certainly wasn’t shy in pressing me for my company.

‘It won’t be for long and I’m
afraid that wasn’t an offer,’ I smiled politely. She visibly bristled and
tucked her grey hair behind her ear and haughtily turned to head towards the
ladies. I heard a murmur sweeping around the bar and turned my head back to the
door. There she was, if I’d been drinking my water I might have lost my usual
cool composed self and spat it all over the floor.
What the fuck was she
wearing? And more to the point, how the hell did Mr. Domville think that his
daughter was a virgin?
She smiled as she saw me sitting at the bar and
moved towards me with a surprising grace. Her dance training I guessed. I
widened my thighs slightly to accommodate my swelling cock. She had amazing
legs and that dress fit her like a second skin, there was no fat on her
anywhere. If anything she was a bit skinnier and more flat chested than I’d
like, a bit too straight up and down and needed more of a curve to her hips and
backside, but I wasn’t complaining, she was attractive.

Sometimes I felt like James Bond,
I was tasked to fulfil my duties no matter what the cost. Logan Steele, licenced
to thrill. I let out a chuckle at my off the cuff witticism. I ought to have
business cards made with that slogan. Sometimes I just wished I could be myself
more, but women didn’t pay me to be myself. The real me was a bit of a gaming
geek, who loved to drink pints of beer while hanging out with his friends, who
laughed at things other people didn’t find funny to the point of doubling up,
who adored his football and rugby. No, they wanted the suave Logan Steele,
seducer of women, calm, controlled and mature.

‘Antoine, a bottle of Cristal
please,’ she ordered as she took the seat next to me, her eyes flicking to my
crotch as she did.

‘Certainly, Miss Camilla,’ nodded
my bartender and gave me a discrete knowing smile.

‘Having a party?’ I asked. I
watched as she quivered, my baritone voice often did that to women, it was
supposed to be a sign of virility, I guessed it was. Having a deep voice had
never done Oliver and I any harm when we used to act as each other’s wing men.
Not that we needed help drawing them in, but it made the whole experience more
fun.

‘Actually yes, I’m expecting a
very large surprise,’ she smiled as she swivelled on her stool to face me.

‘Then I sincerely hope you aren’t
disappointed.’

‘So far the evening has exceeded
expectations, and it’s barely begun,’ she giggled as she slowly parted her
legs, letting me see a flash of green lace before she crossed them again.

‘What expectations did you have?’
I enquired as she ran the pointed heel of her shoe up my calf.

‘I’m really hoping to scream when
I unwrap my present, I’m hoping it’s as big as I imagined.’

‘I’m sure it will be, who could
refuse to give you what you want?’ I asked with a cock of my head. I could see
the pulse in her neck beating faster.

‘No one I hope, I’d hate to have
to return it for a refund.’

‘I’m sure you’ll find that your
present
comes
with a guarantee cast from pure Steele,’ I winked. She
gulped and fluttered her eyelashes, then bit her lower lip and wriggled a
little on her stool.

‘Miss Camilla, your Champagne,’
announced Antoine as he carried the Champagne bucket around to place it at her
side.

‘Antoine, I’m in the mood to
start my party early. Please, could you put it on ice until I know where I’ll
be and in case I’m delayed on the way up.’

‘Of course,’ he nodded with a
slight bow and backed away with it again.

‘What a shame I won’t be able to
enjoy the pleasure of your company for a little bit longer,’ I advised with a
pretend frown.

‘
Come
with me,’ she
giggled with a wriggle of her shoulders, as she tossed her blonde hair over her
shoulder.
That’s one RSVP I’ve never declined darling
, I thought as I
pretended to consider her request.

‘I’m not one for crowds, Miss
Camilla. I’m best in a one to one situation.’ I lifted the corner of my mouth
into a smile.

‘One to one? Are you trying to
seduce me, Sir?’ she gasped, acting all affronted.

‘There is no trying,’ I countered
as I leaned in and placed an elbow on the bar, the other on my knee as I spread
my legs in a masculine pose. ‘If I wanted to seduce you I would. I’d rip those
tiny green knickers you’re wearing to shreds and impale you on my cock before
you had a chance to beg me.’

‘And what makes you think I’d be
interested?’ she asked as she uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly.

‘The fact that you’re dying to
know just how large I actually am that it’s made your tiny little cunt drip
with arousal, every man in this bar can smell it, you’re watering for me,
aren’t you? Desperate for a stranger to fuck you and take you to heights you’ve
never seen.’ I angled my fingers to trail slowly up the inside of her thigh and
her eyes glazed as her breathing quickened. ‘Blow off your party, I’ll show you
a far better time that you’ll remember for years to come.’

‘Only if I can blow you off,’ she
whimpered as my index finger reached the sodden lace. ‘We’re in a public
place,’ she whispered as her eyes went wide when I started to stroke. I smiled,
this was the reason I refused scripts for the entire night, I only agreed to
use certain words or phrases if that really got them off. There had to be some
spontaneity or where was the fun? She’d not been expecting me to rub her clit
as she sat at the bar in her father’s hotel.

‘That was a given, Miss Camilla.
I’ll want you on your knees with your hands tied behind your back as I fuck
your throat and you’ll swallow me with no complaint, I may even save some for
that pretty face of yours.’

‘O fuck,’ she groaned as she
closed her eyes.

‘Not quite yet, but it can be
arranged very shortly if you so desire,’ I advised as I slowly trailed my
fingers back down her thighs. I heard her gulp as she opened her eyes and
nodded at me. I stood up and fastened the button on my jacket, leaving her eye
level with my chest as I held out my hand to help her off the stool. She took a
sharp breath in, she’d felt it, the elusive
crackle
that everyone spoke
about when they met their perfect match. Despite the number of women I’d had,
that crackle still evaded me. I put my hand in the small of her back and
steered her out of the bar, aware that many eyes were on us. ‘You live
dangerously,’ I observed as we made our way across the cavernous lobby.

‘For accepting the offer of a
stranger?’

‘That, and the fact that you’re
brazen enough to do it in this hotel.’ I wasn’t supposed to bring up the fact
that I knew who she was. ‘You’re not worried people will think you’re a
prostitute, dressed like that?’

‘How
dare
you!’ she hissed
as she glared up at me.

‘A high class prostitute, one I’d
happily pay good money to fuck,’ I shrugged. ‘Lucky me to get you for free.’

‘I’m paying
you
arsehole,’
she snapped, breaking cover, as we stood in front of the lift door and she
rummaged for her key.

‘Did you never question why the
price was so high?’ I asked as I trailed a finger up and down the inside of her
wrist making her swallow again. ‘You’ve never been fucked by a real man
Camilla, a man so large he could split you in half with one thrust, who can
make you come multiple times in seconds just with his fingers, let alone his
tongue and thick cock. I’m so large, I’ll stretch you so wide that you’ll have
to resort to dual penetration in your cunt to feel half of what you felt with
me when you fuck anyone else. I’ve even made a woman come just by telling her
what I was going to do to her. Tell me you’re not dripping down your thighs
right now at the thought of it? That your little clit isn’t screaming for me to
touch it properly without that lace in the way?’

‘Logan,’ she mewled as she swayed
on her feet and dropped the private lift key card. I dropped to one knee next
to her and stooped to pick it up, pretending to steady myself by clasping the
back of her right leg, taking the opportunity to press my thumb against the
little known erogenous zone at the back of her knee. I smiled as I heard her
pant as my thumb worked while I picked up the key card with the other hand. I
released her leg just before she had to reach out to palm the lift door to keep
upright. I placed my hand back on the small of her back as I swiped the card,
then leaned closer to her and breathed on her neck, making all of her hair
stand on end.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ I
whispered as the doors opened and I steered her into the far corner, keeping my
back to the hidden camera somewhere on the wall behind me. ‘How about we unwrap
your surprise right now?’

‘
Please
,’ she begged.

My legs were trembling as Logan whispered those words in my
ears. His picture seriously hadn’t done him justice. Those eyes, the colour of
his surname, were just piercing. He was breathtakingly good looking
and his
body
, I did a silent groan, I hadn’t seen it unclothed, but I think I could
die happy just looking at it in his expensive suit. I had a feeling he was
going to be worth
more
than I’d paid for him. Well, what Daddy had paid.
Stroking me so brazenly in the bar and that
thing
he’d just done with my
knee?
What the fuck was that all about and why weren’t all men aware of it?
He pushed me into the corner of the elevator as the doors trembled shut behind
us. The second they did he spun me around, grabbed the back of my neck with one
hand and backside with the other and hauled me against his hard body as his
lips took mine in a crushingly possessive kiss, his tongue levering my lips
open to thrash against mine.

I couldn’t even try and put into
words how well this man could kiss, and I was the slut of slutdom. I’d kissed
virtually every guy who worked in this hotel, some of the girls too, not to
mention both sexes at high school and college. Never in public, always in
secret, I had my reputation to try and maintain. Logan trailed his finger up
and down the back of my neck, his grip was firm, but those strokes were
featherlike and had me imagining what either pressure like that would feel like
on my aching clit. He was right, I’d never been so wet, I could feel it seeping
down my thigh. I needn’t have told him to wear that aftershave that always did
it for me, if anything it smelled wrong on him, it was dampening his natural
sexual musk that was even more appealing, tantalising my olfactory senses. As I
sagged against him he suddenly broke our connection leaving me feeling as if I
were drowning.

‘You want my cock inside you
don’t you Camilla, bruising you, stretching you,
pleasuring you,
’ he
stated. I nodded, unable to form words. ‘Then you’ll do exactly as I tell you,
no arguments, no hesitations,’ he raised a perfectly groomed dark brow as he
waited for my response. I nodded again, eagerly. I felt his hands move down the
smooth rubber of my dress and flinched as I felt the energy flowing from his
fingers as they grazed my upper thighs, his thumbs sweeping inwards making me
hold my breath. Agonizingly slowly he rolled the hem up, a millimetre at a time
as he moved to bite and gently suck the side of my neck.
Shit,
I was on
the verge of coming and he hadn’t even touched me anywhere properly yet. I
squealed and went dizzy as he suddenly grabbed my ass and slid me up the smooth
polished mahogany wood door, my feet leaving the floor as I drew level with his
face.

‘You’re so gorgeous,’ I blurted.
He chuckled for a second before his hands forced my thighs apart, I
automatically wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I
let out a combined gasp of horror, shock and excitement as he brutally ripped a
hole in my brand new La Perla panties without even looking at them. ‘Logan!’

‘Over rated items that just
conceal the part of you that I want most,’ he growled. I quivered again, his
voice was as good a sexual caress and I could feel
that
cock flexing in
his suit trousers. ‘Unzip me, Camilla, now,’ he ordered as he pulled his head
back and gave me a commanding gaze. I reached down with trembling fingers as he
anchored his palms against the corners of the elevator and tugged at his zip,
groaning to find he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hot length sprung out
immediately and I nearly choked as I looked down at it, writhing like a bloody
python sensing its next meal was on offer. It was simply
huge
, I’d never
seen one that size. ‘Look at me Camilla, I want to watch your face as I breach
your walls for the first time.’

‘I’m nervous,’ I whispered,
suddenly panicked at the sight of it. ‘It’s so … I’ve never had one that …
enormous.
I don’t know if I can take you.’

‘You can, you’re so slick, the
lubrication will help and women’s cunts are capable of stretching and
elongating to fit many lengths.’

‘Logan,’ I whimpered as I held
his gaze, seduced by those steely eyes. I wanted him so badly, I couldn’t
remember the last time I’d been nervous about having sex, in fact this probably
ranked up there with my first time. I saw his determined face soften as he
realised that I was genuinely scared. I know I was paying him, but he seemed to
actually care about me, which made me so happy. I longed to be the centre of
someone’s universe, for a man other than Daddy to treasure me that much.

‘Look into my eyes, not at my
cock, concentrate on the pleasurable sensations as I slowly enter you and your
muscles give way. Pretty soon you’re going to be begging me to go faster, ram
harder, and instead of screams of fear, you’ll be screaming in pleasure,
Camilla.’

‘Ok,’ I nodded. I’d had images of
him just forcing his way into me as our teeth clashed when I’d thought about
how this would go, but even though suddenly it wasn’t the frantic pawing of a
moment ago, the sexual tension radiating off us both was heady. He reached down
and gave me a nod of reassurance, before he angled himself. I felt his firm
head nudging against my swollen flesh and I nodded my consent as I took a deep
breath. Blaine Glover, head of Daddy’s security was the biggest I’d ever had,
but Logan’s was thicker,
so much
thicker. I cried out and grasped Logan’s
powerfully large shoulders as he started inching into me. We’d reached the
suite ages ago and the door had opened, but I didn’t care, I’d always wanted
sex in an elevator and I had a feeling he was about to rock it, as well as my
world. ‘
Logan,’
I gasped as I felt my muscles give up their futile
protest and he started sliding into me.

‘Eyes on me, Camilla. Does it
feel good?’

‘Yes,’ I sighed, in almost a
grimace as my nails dug into his jacket. My internal nerves were tingling in
all the right places, his cock was so large it rubbed them all at once.

‘As good as you imagined?’

‘Better,’ I nodded breathlessly.

‘Clench around me as I fuck you,
milk me.’

‘Yes …
yes,
’ I mewled as
he stepped forwards a fraction and slid further in. He grunted as I squeezed
around him and I bent my head forwards and kissed him, pleased that I could do
something to turn him on. ‘O God, you feel … so …
amazing
.’

‘How about now?’ he asked, with a
wicked glint in those steely grey eyes as he suddenly flexed his hips and
rammed all the way into me and made me scream out loud.

‘Oooo …
Oooo
… yes, yes,
YES,’ I cried. I grabbed the back of his soft black hair and yanked his face
onto mine and kissed him frantically. He was inside me, all the way inside me,
filling me completely. If I only got him the once, it was worth the money to be
impaled like this. ‘Condoms,’ I suddenly cried. Shit, I hadn’t heard him use
one, Daddy would be
furious
if I got pregnant.

‘Already taken care off, it’s not
my first time. Relax, enjoy me,’ he whispered in my ear. He was a sexual Ninja,
I was that focussed on how fantastic I was feeling I didn’t even notice him
cloak himself. I did relax as he slowly pulled back, nearly all the way out,
leaving me yearning to have him back inside me, then he dove straight back in
making me scream again.

‘Harder,’ I pleaded. ‘Harder and
faster
.’
He was right, my muscles still felt at their capacity for filling, but I could
accommodate him and it was
delicious.
I’d never been fucked so well and
this was only the first time with him. He set a steady rhythm as he worked on
my neck and I looked over at the camera, gutted he was facing away from it, I’d
loved to have seen his gorgeous face on playback, I wanted some of the
recordings for my own personal use. I thanked God I’d got Blaine to install
those extra cameras in the bedroom, bathroom, as well as the crucial one on the
balcony for my plan to work. I also got the pleasure of knowing that Blaine
would be watching this, probably stroking himself in his office as he watched
his monitor and saw me getting truly fucked. I really liked Blaine, at
twenty-six he was more mature than the college guys I went out with and he was
built like a typical bouncer, huge and solid, a bit bulky for my liking, but
was one of the few guys who could make me come through penetration and he was
kind to me. Thoughts of kindness went out of the window though when I was being
screwed like this. I felt myself tensing up, damn it I was going to come
already, Logan
was
good.

‘Eyes, Camilla,’ he barked as he
moved faster, his fingers kneading my slim hips as he held me up. I writhed on
his cock, flexing my stomach and pelvis in time with the rhythm he’d set. ‘When
I tell you to come you will, then I’m going to lick you out and make you come
again before I take you to my bedroom and fuck you properly on my bed. This was
just a taster, a gentle introduction, each time we fuck it will be harder and
faster and you’ll ride me as if your life depends on it. Clear?’

‘O yes,’ I nodded vigorously,
desperately fighting the need to come. I couldn’t wait to get him naked, run my
hands over his body, suck his cock dry. ‘Please, I need to … Oooo … I
can’t
hold on.’

‘You will,’ he ordered. I was
panting and dewy, yet he hadn’t even broken a sweat. He was a
god
amongst
sex gods. Incredible. Why were women recommending him instead of keeping him
for themselves? They were
idiots.
As soon as I had that balcony
recording to blackmail him, he was going to be mine, I wouldn’t be giving his email
out to anyone. He ground against me and my mouth started to spasm as I lost
ability to form words. ‘Now, Camilla,’ he whispered in my ear and I exploded
like a grenade, my scream deafening as I violently jerked in his strong arms. I
vaguely heard him grunt as he flexed inside me, but all I could focus on was
the incredible high that was surging through my body. Before I’d even had the
chance to come down from my bliss, I was hoisted up the shiny wooden wall and
my legs were around his neck. I mumbled incoherently as I palmed the ceiling of
the elevator and he held my backside as his tongue and lips went to work on me.
I had to close my eyes tightly shut, it was too hard to focus on anything but
his perfect lips nibbling and sucking on my sticky, puffy, wet flesh. I’d never
been so wet, never been fucked or sucked so well, and this was his idea of a gentle
introduction?

Yes Sir, Logan Steele was worth
every damn cent of his money. And to think that was only the first time of four
for the night.