Punished

As I grind my backside against the front side of my best friend Cara, we laugh and look at each other realizing this is just what we needed. After a long stretch of 12 hours shifts in the ER we needed to unwind. Realizing, I have had a little too much to drink, I motioned to Cara I’m going to the bar to grab a water. She shoos me away and continues dancing, finding some cute guy to grind on. Cara is definitely a show stopper, then add she is a nurse. Guys fall all over her. Me, I am the opposite. Got the nurse thing going but that’s about it. I have pale skin that stands out against my Raven hair that is just to my collar bone, Cara has her signature long blonde locks. She is taller and slinder, me short and plump. I laugh my insecurities away and stop comparing us. We are best friends, and have been since we were 15, and she is always my cheerleader, never a snob or acting better in any way. She is my confidence when I can’t find any. And I really am okay not being in the spotlight. That is just not for me. Too much attention makes me anxious. Disoriented in the dark club, and too tipsy, I find I’m going the wrong way and quickly turn, finding my shoe getting caught on the carpet and sending me flying over the Velvet ropes into the VIP area, knocking over a very super model looking female on my way down. She curses me in every way possible and proceeds to call me trash as she saunters away, well that’s just f*****g rude so I take a step towards her about to tell her just that when the gentleman on guard not so gently grabs my arm and starts turning me towards the door. Ow! I yelled at the asshole who had me, let me go, I can walk! Carlos, bring her to me. I hear a dark ominous voice say. Oh s**t, um. I’m really sorry, I say, I didn’t mean to. Now very anxious and a little curious who said that, I am being led back behind the ropes I just fell over and towards the back of the room. I catch a reflection of the man in the mirror on the wall as we round the corner. Holy Hell! Darkish sandy blonde hair, and the sexiest 5 o’clock shadow I have ever seen. He looked to be maybe in his early thirties. Baby blue eyes shine bright with a hint of darkness that went straight to my lower belly causing a slow ache. Good God! This man is perfection, and looks to be very important, and a little dangerous in his sexy but really expensive suit and his professional security team. About the time we get close to the lounge chair he is sitting in, the oof that had me gave me a little shove when he let go, causing me to fall right into his lap. What the f**k! I yelled as I stood up, trying not to pay attention to the very muscular thighs I just climbed off of. Okay look, i lower my voice, trying to get control of myself. I apologize for falling over the ropes, if there are any damages I will gladly reimburse the club, but I am still very tipsy and starting to get really irritated being thrown around like it’s acceptable! You are right about that, he said calmly, Carlos, apologize for mistreating my guest. Oh I’m your guest now?, I ask. A smirk was my only response, and Jesus Christ I just could not look away. I apologize, Carlos grumbled to me. Thank you, I said to him. Um, can I go now without this oof touching me again? I asked the s*x god sitting in front of me. He stood then, taller than I expected him to be, I automatically took a step back. With Carlos behind me, I had no where to go as he closed the space between us and lifted my chin to face him. I could get lost in those eyes, but sensed a pain. Pain I understand. My entire childhood was pain, until at 15, my best friends mom took me in and threatened my mom that if she ever touched me again she would kill her and formally adopted me. That woman is my hero, what other single mother would take in another mouth to feed? She did, and showed me what a mother’s love is supposed to be. I will be forever grateful to her. I couldn’t help but look at his mouth as he started talking, mmm, yes I would like to kiss that mouth. Come on! Miranda get real, this guy wants the Cara type, not the Miranda type. I come out of my thoughts as I hear him say, you have a choice to join me or leave if that is your wish, however if leaving is your choice I would love to have a way to contact you. Um, I can’t leave my friend, I tell him, wanting to stay, just to be close to him, but terrified and very insecure about doing so. Carlos can let her know where you are, she may join us if she wishes or I can have a ride home ready for her when she is ready to go. I clear my throat, um okay, I say as I slide into the chair next to him, as he sits. Another panty dropping smirk, and he grabs me to pull me onto his lap. Oh my! He is very excited to see me and very large. My thin underwear is now drenching wet, as he leans into my neck and whispers, please tell me your name. Miranda, I say breathless as I squirm around in his lap trying to move off of his enormous erection and fail miserably. Now slightly breathless himself but still very calm and in control, he says my name, and I almost c*m in his lap. Holy f**k, I am going to die a sweet death because nothing should feel this intense. We are still fully clothed after all. Well my short leather skirt really isn’t hiding much but he is still very clothed and still setting me on fire. I want you to come home with me Miranda, but before you do I need to be clear. I want to f**k you, and the way I’m going to do that is going to require some discretion on your part. Will you come home with me? He asks, unable to form words at this point, I simply nod my head. He moves his rather large hand to the base of my throat and gently squeezes, I need to hear it, he growls into my ear. oh! Yes, I say as a breathless moan. He stands at my answer and quickly sets me on my feet. Carlos we are going home he says, and I see Carlos nod towards the corner at the other man standing there stone faced. I follow this man out, now realizing I do not even know his name. What the f**k am I thinking? I say to myself as I suddenly stop. s*x god turns towards me with an irritated look, waiting for me to tell why we have stopped. Um, maybe this isn’t a good idea, I say, taking a step back. He catches me, one hand at the base of my head, the other at my hip. Miranda, he says, I really want you to come with me, so please tell me what it is that’s changed your mind. I don’t really know you and um, I don’t even know your name. I tell him, avoiding his gaze. My name is Marco Herrera, and I really want to see the look on your face when you c*m, so can we go now please? Oh, um. f**k it! Okay, I say to him and continue walking, behind Carlos this time, Marco behind me, I think to keep me from running. I can have one night of pleasure just for me right? And if he is a serial killer, and I’m walking to my death, I hope he can at least make it quick. I laugh at my morbid humor as we step into his waiting black SUV. Oh my friend! I need to tell her I’m leaving. Marco chuckles beside me and tells me that my friend is being escorted home by his cousin Alex, and she was very excited to ride his motorcycle. Oh yep, sounds like Cara.