"Miss, can I offer you a glass of wine?" The server gave a slight bow, extending a tray carrying a glass of wine.
"Yes, thank you very much." I bowed my head in return, taking the glass.
It seemed so surreal. Out of nowhere, I received an invitation to an opulent ball in the city. I was a painter so it made some sense on how I was invited since it was an art fundraiser to help children in the hospital. Artists would display their work to be sold and the money earned went to the children. It was a munificent event, and a cause I heavily supported.
It was an honor to be able to display my work and help those in need. However, this was an event for famous artists, I was far from famous. I had only sold a handful of my paintings, and they were no where near the level of these paintings.
B. J. Spruce. I instantly recognized his painting. His blending technique was flawless, his color palette was strange, but it all worked. The colors you least expected to work, he made them look so magnificent.
'It would be an honor to learn from him. Damn I suck compared to these guys.'
I took a sip of my wine as I continued to look at the array of paintings.
'Their skill level is so much higher than mine. So then why me? Why invite a nobody?'
I shook my head.
'This is a golden opportunity to recognized. I'm not as skilled, but that takes time.'
I finished my wine and before I could look the server from before was at my side to take my glass.
"Thank you."
"Of course. Would you like another glass miss?"
"Oh no, I think one glass will be more than enough," I laughed softly, lowering my voice. "it may have been a little too much." He raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face.
"Shall I get you a glass of water then?"
"Actually, water sounds great. Yes please."
"Of course, I will be back in a moment miss." He was gone as quickly as he appeared.
I looked around, my eyes catching sight of a table full of drinks.
'If there is water there, why does he need to get a glass from the kitchen?'
My heart raced, no one else was being served like I was.
'This isn't normal. And why am I so dizzy? It was one damn glass. I know I'm not a lightweight drinker.'
"Here is your water miss."
'Don't drink it.'
"Thank you." I grabbed the glass.
'No. Don't drink it. Something is wrong. Leave.'
No matter what I told myself, it was like I couldn't couldn't control my actions.
I drank the glass and handed it back to the server. He was gone once again.
"Miss are you okay? You don't look to well?" A woman in a floor length red gown approached me.
"No. I think that server did something to my drink." I rubbed my forehead. The room was spinning.
"Oh my! Well my name is Bridget, I'm the host so I'll go have someone investigate." She began to walk away.
"Wait miss Bridget, will you call a cab for me? I need to get home?" She smiled warmly.
"I own this place, there are bedrooms on the top floor. I'll escort you there so you can rest. You can just go home in the morning. How does that sound?"
'Sketchy.'
"Is that really okay? I don't want to impose?"
'Letting a stranger stay here?'
"Of course. It would only make sense to help the artist whom I invited!" She grabbed my hand and led me away from the main room and took up the stairs.
"Oh. Thank you. I was wondering who invited me. I have a question though, why me?" She smiled again, but there was something sinister about it. My instincts told me to run, but my body refused.
"Because I love your work and all that you will do for me. Now rest. I'll bring you some clothes to change into in a moment." She urged me into the room and closed the door.
'My head. Ugh I just want to go home and what did Bridget mean by 'all that I will do for her?''
I threw my purse in the floor and stumbled my way over to the bed in the dark. I felt so sick and the spinning was getting worse. I didn't even bother taking off my dress and just flopped onto the bed.
I lay my arm over my head closing my eyes, trying my hardest to calm the dizziness.
I heard the faint clock of the door, I assumed it was Bridget with my clothes. I felt someone get on the bed. I opened my eyes and saw a man. I couldn't make out his features since the lights were off.
"Who... are you?" I could barely breathe.
"Who cares?" He bent down, capturing my lips in a demanding kiss.
"Mmh wait." His lips traveled from my lips all the way down to my neck and shoulders. He would tenderly suck a patch of skin after kissing it.
Something about this man just made me crave his every touch. I wanted him, needed him. But still, something in me said run, my body refused.
He brought his lips back to mine, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back, running my hands up his arms and taking off his suit jacket.
A deep growl emerged from his throat, followed by a hand sliding up my thigh. His breathing was heavy. He sat up, grabbing my dress at its slit and tore it in half.
"My dress..." I barely whispered in shock.
"Can be replaced." He started undoing the buttons on his shirt before getting mad and ripping that off too.
'Muscles...'
The moon shone through the window, revealing his defined muscles. He didn't let me stare long before lowering his body back onto mine. He yanked my panties off before sitting up again to take his own pants off.
"Darling, I may be drunk as hell, but do you consent to this?" His lips were inches from mine. In the midst of all of this, he still made sure I was okay with this.
"Yes. Now kiss me." He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He undid the latch on my bra one handed before yanking it off.
"Ow." I hissed.
"Oh darling, that's not even half of the pain you are going to feel. My eyes widened when I felt the pain between my thighs.
"Oh my god." I moaned.
'Why does it hurt so bad?'
"Damn woman, you're tiny from the inside out." He began to move slowly.
"It hurts... so much." I dug my nails into his masculine arms, burying my face into his neck.
"I know darling, I know."
His hand tightened around my thigh as he began to move more rapidly.
Tears rolled down my cheeks from the pain. I tried to squirm away but he held me firmly in place. I felt like I was being dominated by a lion. He was massive inside me. His hands were twice the size of mine. I was a twig in his arms.
"It's too much. I... can't." He loosened his grip on my thigh and brought his hand to my cheek. He gently wiped my tears, ceasing his movements.
"I'm sorry. You just... god you make me go crazy. I'll go slow darling." I bit my lip when he moved again, but he was much more gentle this time.
"God you're just perfect. How the hell..." He moaned into my ear, before biting it. I moaned, he thrusted more before sending us both over the edge. My entire body shivered at the unimaginable sensation quaking me from my core all the way to my toes.
Our breath was hot and heavy as we just lay there. I had never felt anything so... painful yet enjoyable in my entire life.
I couldn't tell if the room was spinning from the alcohol or the mind blowing sex.
"I don't know about you, but that was the best sex ever. My god I could go again."
'He's a beast. I can't move and he wants to go again???'
"I..." he was back on top of me before I could finish my sentence.
"Please?" His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. He wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing my hips up to his.
"I- I can't... move." I let out a soft laugh.
"Then let me move for you." He flipped me over, taking me from behind. The pain returned, but it was somewhat bearable this time.
He didn't seem to want to be gentle this time around, his movements fast and demanding.
"It hurts... I can't..." I panted, unable to catch my breath.
His hands gripped my waist, I knew I would have bruises all over my body.
"Just a little more darling. Just- god damn it." I screamed in pleasure once more. It was like a drug I didn't want to stop. I gripped the sheets as if they were the only thing holding me to earth.
'I just had sex with a total stranger and it was amazing.'
I slumped into the bed, worn out. I looked over at the mystery man, he was fast asleep. I closed my eyes to calm my spinning world, falling asleep as well.