"So," Tanya sighed, "My son has a girlfriend."
My eyes widened in response. Tanya had been dreading this day since he turned ten years old.
"He just turned fifteen," she groaned, inhaling her double shot of whiskey, "Does he have to be so eager to turn me into a grandmother? I'm not even forty yet."
I bit my bottom lip, uncertain how to respond, "Another round?"
She gave me an unhappy glance, "You have to ask?"
I poured us another glass as she wallowed in self-pity, "At least you get to drink for free."
"No, I'm lucky I work in a bar," she corrected, "Where I don't care if my boss wants to fire me."
"Tries," I implied, "Tries to fire you, but you refuse."
"If he wanted it to stick," she swallowed, "Then he wouldn't let me come back."
"It's hard to tell you no," I smiled, "It's his first girlfriend. I don't think anything will come of it."
"I was his age when I had him," she reminded.
"True," I drank, "You raised him better than that."
A look of gratuity flashed across her face, followed by concern, "It's never going to be easy. Sometimes, I wish I could make him a baby again."
"I don't think you'll ever look at him as anything other than your baby," I hinted, "You'll learn to share him."
"Share him?" she glowered.
"Yes,'' I nodded, "He's been all yours for fifteen years. Now he has a girlfriend who will take up his free time, which means less time with his mother."
"Do you have a point?" she pressed.
"You'll be okay," I concluded while placing one hand upon hers. So will he."
"He's just-" she grunted before drinking more.
"You're his mother, and you'll always worry about him no matter what," I added.
"Wish there was an off switch," she sighed, "Enough about me. How are things with you?"
"Since you saw me last night?"
"Have you spoken to Eric yet?"
"No, I don't know what even to say. I'm still confused myself."
"You don't seem confused."
"I don't?"
"You look afraid."
"Afraid?"
"Yes."
I placed my empty glass on the bartop, "I'm many things, but afraid isn't one of them."
"Then why don't you call him?"
"I sent him a message," I stated.
"Seriously?" she snorted, "Are you not an adult?"
"Bitch, don't be snorting at me," I waved my finger at her, "Grandma."
A look of hurt flashed across her face before her eyes turned devious, "Turn around."
"What?" I scoffed, "Why?"
"I think someone is here to see you," she exhaled while gathering her belongings.
"We're closed," I laughed.
"Then should I go?" I heard a deep, husky voice from behind me.
The air grew heavy as a shiver rushed throughout my body. I froze, uncertain of how to react. A massive hand on my shoulder jerked at me. My hand dropped the glass, shattering upon impact. I gasped for air as I saw his hungry face. Dimitri.
It felt like an eternity had passed before Tanya broke the deafening silence.
"I'm off home," she pecked me on the cheek, "Be good."
"I'll try," I sighed before a sauntering Tanya disappeared from the bar.
Dimitri was always handsome, no matter what. His slightly unbuttoned black shirt was exposing his hard, muscular chest, accompanied by a regular pair of denim jeans and black shoes. Simple, but still effortlessly gorgeous.
"I hope you don't mind," he started, "Callista told me where you work. She seems to like you."
I felt my cheeks flush, "I like her too."
My back turned to him as I began wiping water marks from the bar glassware, "What brings you here?"
His warm, rough hand brushed my cheek, "How about me?"
My eyes searched for an answer, choosing my words carefully, "I have respect for you. I like how you fuck me."
"How about me?" he growled, pressing the tips of his fingers beneath my chin.
I looked into his eyes, the domineering intensity devouring me in his gaze. I knew the answer. I knew what he wanted and needed—confirmation that he was still an alpha male capable of taking down any prey. Do I give him what he wants? Or do I have a little fun of my own?
"I already told you," I taunted, "I like how you fuck me."
"Not me," he implied, "Being the man I am?"
I tossed the towel I was fidgeting in my grasp, "If you want me to lie, I can."
I could feel my blood pumping faster. Was I strong enough to toy with his emotions? Hold this dominance? Part of him looked like the words jabbed like an annoying bee rather than the frustration I was expecting.
He pounced on me before I could react. His strong embrace caged me against his rock-hard body, making it impossible to turn away. His tongue rubbed frivolously over mine with greedy intent. My cheeks began to tingle as my lips started going numb. When trying to pull back for air, I was met with resistance. Placing my hands firmly against his chest, I attempted to free myself once more, only to be met with futility. My feet left the ground as the arms that once held me seized my ass, hoisting me atop the bar. My hands instinctually clasped his neck for support as my legs wrapped around his waist. The rough friction of denim rubbing against my slit caused a moan to erupt from my throat. Our kiss finally broke as I began gasping for air.
"Lie to me some more," he rasped.
His hot breath against my ear caused me to lose control of my body, "Uh! Dimitri!"
He continued to torment and tease me. One hand firmly cupped my left breast as the other slid down my shorts.
"Answer me," he demanded before rubbing his fingers into my clit.
"Uh!" I cried out.
My breast, now exposed, left my nipple vulnerable to his attacking mouth. The way his tongue rubbed over the tip in unison with his fingertips along my clit was causing my legs to latch even tighter around him. Suddenly, teeth sank into me as he began to suction while still caressing carefully with his tongue. He applied pressure with his finger and slid inside of me with ease.
"Dimitri!" I cried out.
His mouth released me, meeting my eyes with his hungry, lustful gaze. He studied me momentarily before seizing both wrists above my head and pinning me down. Another finger slid inside me before he ruthlessly began pounding them both in and out in dominance. The sweet ecstasy and burning pain was making this almost unbearable.
"Dimitri!" I cried out once more.
My heavy eyes opened to see his devouring gaze move closer to me, stopping before he made contact. His pace quickened inside of me with assertiveness. Then I realized what he was doing. He knew I was a virgin before the other night, and everything he's doing I've never experienced before. The way he was flaunting his display of experiences clouded my mind with lust and passion. He wanted me to break.
"Answer me!" he growled.
"I already did," I gathered together in defiance. You were going to need to get your answer.
He pulled back from me with ease while removing my shorts within the blink of an eye. I watched as he unfastened his trousers between my splayed legs, exposing his hard throbbing cock.
"This is all you like?" he tested.
I felt the tip of his cock pressing into my wet opening. I wasn't afraid. I was curious. There was even excitement rushing through me. I began to move my arms down to be met in dismay with his own planting me back down on the bar top.
"I told you!" I cried, "If you want me to lie, I will."
There was silence between us. Deciphering Dimitri's cold expression was useless. I made my point, now what will his be? You have no idea how cocky I can be.
"Are you sure?" he lightly pushed the tip of his cock inside me.
"Fuck!" I hollered.
My hips pressed closer to him only to have him push away. This asshole won't win.
"If you don't want me, get out of my bar!" I threatened.
The burning, intense pleasure of his cock pressing into my aching body was what I had been looking for. I won.
The burning sensation as his dry cock slid inside me caused an intense heat to radiate throughout my body.
"Ugh!" I cried out while squirming beneath him.
"Where is that cockiness at now?"
My arms jerked as he continued to pound inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist before flipping my wrists beneath his grasp. Instinctually, I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other at his throat before touching his lips. Slowing, I began moving my hips upward. I could feel this burning rush of heat throbbing inside of me. His hands made their way between my once clasped thighs, seizing my hips. The back of my knees cradled the inside of his elbows, exposing my body to take in every inch of his cock. A twinging ecstasy radiated throughout my entire body as he ruthlessly began to slam me down upon him.
"Ugh! Dimitri!" I cried, my back slamming into the brick wall, which was pounding me over and over again. " Please!"
He pulled back, his gaze victorious, " Say it."
I bit my lower lip, "I want you," I lied. Or did I? At this point, I'm uncertain. All I know is I want to cum, and I don't care whether Dimitri does or not. The thudding of his body into mine sent rumbles into the wall as I felt the familiar tension building within me—the exact spot built intensely wet heat, causing my nails to slash his back continually.
"Yes!" I cried out as I felt the bursting rush of release I had eagerly anticipated.
He froze, taking in my lust-filled expression. The enjoyment of his success was expressed with a smirk before releasing my legs. My hands slid down his hard pecs before ending at his abs with approval. I fought the urge to cage beneath my weight, trying to hold some of my egos intact.
"Satisfied?" he mocked.
"Yes," I confirmed, "-But I need to finish cleaning up, and you need to leave. I don't know how to explain this to my boss."
"I'm sorry?" he said, "I'm not finished."
"You're on camera," I gestured behind him, "I'm probably fired because of you."
He chuckled before pulling his trousers back up, "It's after hours, and I'm sure if I talk with your boss, you'll be fine."
"What makes you so sure?" I sarcastically scoffed.
Making his way over me, his hand seized to bartop, caging me, "Money talks."
I rolled my eyes defiantly, "Really-"
Before I could finish my retort, a hand seized my right wrist, twirling me around. Bent over the bar, my ass was exposed to his hand, and it slapped my bottom with dominance.
"Ow!" I cried. His hand met my bottom once more.
"Don't defy me!" he said with another spank, "Tell me you understand!"
"Ugh! I understand!" I shouted.
"Good girl," his hot breath whispered into my ear, "Next time you to make it so I don't cum, I'll be rougher."
A shiver rippled throughout my spine as a gasp escaped my throat.
"Callista wanted me to bring you home tonight," he said, releasing me.
Composing not to look flustered by the spanking, I dressed myself, "Okay, but I still have to finish my work."
His hand seized my wrist, "I already told you I'd handle it."
"That doesn't mean I'm going to act entitled and slack off," I retorted, to no avail.
"That's not true. I had the driver watch you to let me know when you and your friend finished and were through here. Let's go."
He had been watching me? How much power does he have? I had no way of talking my way out of this, "Okay."