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Part 1

Black Series


Kelly Harper

BLACK: PART 1 copyright 2015 by Kelly Harper

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Chapter 1

Loud music pumps from deep within the dark, narrow hallways of
Club Addiction
. The sounds are familiar. Their rhythm moves faster and faster, along with the pounding of my heart. The low lights help set the mood throughout the club. It’s in these moments, with my hand pressed into the small of a sexy girl’s back, guiding her through the club, that I feel the most alive.

“Where are you taking me?” the girl asks.

She flashes me an eager smile. We’ve known each other for less than an hour and yet she’s not nervous or hesitant to let me lead her wherever I want.

“You’ll see,” I say.

I give her one of my charming smiles. I can almost feel her wanting to melt into me with each crooked step she takes. Girls have never been able to resist that smile. Especially not after they’ve had a few drinks—when it’s obvious they’re looking for a good time.

“I hope we get there soon.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

“You know, I’m not used to guys making me wait.”

“I’m not like most guys.”

She gives me that smile, again, this time there’s a hazy look behind her beautiful blue eyes.

“I can tell.”

The fabric of her dress is soft beneath my touch. I can feel the gentle slope in the small of her back as I lead her down the hall, closer and closer to where we’re going—my own private little place. It’s the place I like to bring girls—one of the few places in my club that you can get any real privacy. And there’s only one other person with a key to this particular room.

Her dress hugs tight to her body, outlining every one of her curves, down to her thighs. It’s cut into a low at the top, revealing the bulges of her large breasts. They’re probably fake. But that’s not really important. Neither one of us is really looking to start something serious.

Tonight is all about having fun.

I lick my lips before they peel back in another smile as I admire the way her legs disappear beneath the short dress. They’re long and toned, and my mind has been racing with visions of them wrapped around me ever since I first saw her walk into my club.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

“Not as much as what I’m about to see…”

“Oh really? What makes you think you’re going to get so lucky?”

In one quick movement I wrap my arm around her, turning her to face me as I press her up against the wall. She lets out a gasp of surprise, and then delight when she sees the heated look in my eyes. The music beat is so hard that it sends trembles through the wall and into our bodies.

“I don’t think I’m going to get lucky,” I say, my voice low and intense.

Her blue eyes shift quickly between my own.

“You don’t?” she squeaks out.

I shake my head.

“I think

A long, intense moment passes between us. She licks her lips, still unable to break away from my stare. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, drawing my attention down to her breasts. My cock shifts and bulges to life in my pants, and for a moment I consider taking her right there in the hallway.

She’s a hot, little thing, and it might be fun to have my way with her right then and there. The eagerness is plain in her eyes. I know I can do whatever I want with her—she won’t refuse me. In that moment I know I can have anything that I want. Her lips tremble and her head tilts back, as though she’s expecting me to kiss her or something.

It’s almost too easy.

I draw in a deep breath, composing myself. This isn’t the time or place. I’m not ready to have her—not quite yet. There’s still some more fun I can have before I’m done with her.

When I pull away from her she exhales, sharply, as though she hadn’t been able to breathe with me so close to her. The desperate look is still in her eyes. I hold my hand out to her and she gives it a hesitant look before taking it. Her touch is softer and more delicate than it had been just moments earlier. Just the thought of her giving in to my charms so easily sends my heart racing, even though it’s exactly what I knew she would do.

I lead her further down the winding hallway until we come to a final closed door. Anticipation builds inside of me as I slide a card through the magnetic reader on the door and punch a four-digit code into the keypad. Her eyes are on me the whole time, watching me, intently. I can almost imagine what she’s thinking, what she’s

But whatever tantalizing thoughts are going through her head in that moment are quickly washed away when I open the door and reveal the luxurious room, beyond. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she steps past me and into the room. I stay close behind her, allowing the door to shut when we’re both inside.

“Wow…” she exhales, excitedly. She makes her way around the room, touching and admiring everything she passes.

“You like it?” I ask.

“Everything looks so expensive.”

If she only knew…

“Money can’t buy class.”

“But it can buy a lot…”

She smiles up at me with a devious little look in her eye. The subtext is obvious, but it doesn’t come as any surprise to me. She’s the kind of girl that would be open to a quid-pro-quo type of arrangement. And if she’d met me a few months earlier, I might have even entertained the idea of one.

“How about we start with another drink,” I suggest, not giving her the satisfaction of responding directly to her suggestion. “Another vodka martini?”

She gives a quick look at the ground, as though embarrassed, then gives me a quick smile and nod as she brushes strands of her blonde hair back behind one ear. I set out two martini glasses on the minibar while she continues looking around my private sanctuary—the place where I do all of my dark deeds.

Well… most of them.

Chapter 2

She takes one of the martinis from me as I settle onto the black, leather couch next to her. Our eyes remain locked on each other as we take our first drinks. The vodka is expensive, and goes down like water. It’s almost a shame that she’s so distracted by me that she probably doesn’t even notice.

“So, is this where you bring all of the girls?” she asks, after lowering her glass.

“Only the special ones.”

A smile spreads across her face—now that we’re alone, she’s not even trying to play it cool, anymore.

“I’m special?”

“You’re hot.”

She rolls her eyes, but in a playful way.

“That’s all you got?”

I lean in closer to her, until there’s less than six inches between us.

“That’s why you’re here,” I say, flatly.

“I’m here because I’m hot?”

I let my gaze fall down over her body, taking all of her in. Her large tits expand as she sucks in a breath. I fight back an urge to take them in my hands, and then into my mouth.

“You’re here because I knew the moment I saw you walk into my club that I had to have you.” My eyes return to hers and I give her an intense look. “And I’m a man who gets what he wants.”

She chews on her lips, the rest of her body fixed in place. I hold my intense stare for another long moment before pulling away to take another drink of my martini. The doughy look in her eye lets me know that I’ve got her right where I want her. I could take her right here and now, if I wanted. But I’m not in any rush—where’s the fun in that?

She takes another long drink of her vodka before saying anything.

“So, you really do own the club?” she asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

“Does it matter?”

She shrugs.

“I just thought that was some kind of line or something. Rich guys don’t usually go for a girl like me—my friends are way hotter.”

For a moment, I can almost believe her. But I know that’s exactly what she wants.

“Are you going to tell all of your friends about me?”

“They’ll just think you’re lying. Guys will say anything to get in a girl’s pants.”

I give her a cocky smile and give a quick glance down at her exposed legs.

“But, you’re not wearing any pants…”

She swats at me, playfully.

“You know what I mean. Guys just tell girls what they think they want to hear.”

I drop the playful smile and give her a serious look, shifting ever so slightly closer to her, again.

“Do I look like a guy that has to lie to get what he wants?”

Her eyes widen. She’s caught off guard by the sudden intensity of my stare.

“No,” she says. It comes out weak and uncertain.

I lean in even closer. We’re only a breath apart, now. Her breathing intensifies, as though she was expecting me to kiss her right then and there. But I don’t. I stop short, keeping my composure.

“What kind of guy do I look like?” I ask in a low whisper.

She licks her lips. I can almost feel her pulse quickening with each little breath she takes.

“Like a guy who gets what he wants.”

The corners of my lips tug into a smirk. I nod, slowly, letting my eyes fall to her lips. They glisten with what’s left of her gloss. I’m going to enjoy tasting her.

“And do you know what it is that I want right now?”

She shakes her head back and forth. Strands of her blonde hair fall in front of her eyes as she looks at me, expectantly.

“What do you want?” she asks, innocently.

The moment is intense. My tongue edges over my bottom lip, slowly. I let her question linger, unanswered. The world fades away around us. In this moment, we’re the only two people that exist.

My pants are already tightening as my cock begins expanding, but I’m not quite ready to take her, yet. The answer I give her is probably not the one she’s expecting. What would be the fun in that?

“I want you…” I pause for a beat, enjoying making her writhe with anticipation, “…to dance for me.”

Chapter 3

The girl lets out a loud moan as I pump myself further and further into her. My hands wrap around her tiny waist, pulling her down onto me, forcing her ass deeper and deeper into my crotch as I thrust into her as strongly as I can.

Her ass looks perfect from this angle, bent over the sidearm of the couch. Her back arches and she waggles her hips back and forth in tiny circles. She knows exactly what she’s doing. When she looks back at me I can still see the lust raging in her eyes. She presses her weight back into me, pulling my cock farther inside of her. The look in her eye makes me wonder if she’s ever wanted someone as much as she wants me right now.

She’d been eager to dance for me, earlier. But she’d barely made it a whole minute before she’d begun undoing my belt buckle. Her panties had been soaked through before I’d even touched her for the first time. And as I fuck her deeper and deeper, her pussy is still gushing for me.

“Fuck me like that, baby. Just like that!” she cries out.

I clench my jaw, fighting down annoyance. I’ll fuck her the way I want—I don’t need instructions.

My hands squeeze even tighter and I press all of my weight into her. I slam her so hard that her arms wobble from the force. I do it, again.

And then again.

Her arms finally give way and she cries out in pleasure as I bend her even farther over the side of the couch. Her feet aren’t even touching the ground anymore as I plunge myself into her. My cock drills into her, like it’s trying to pin her down to the couch.

Between thrusts, I stare down at her ass, admiringly. It’s so round and perfect—one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen. My hand flies back and then comes down hard against it, letting out a loud crack as I enjoy the way her ass cheeks shake from the slap.

She cries out in delight, again. She’s the freaky kind of girl that will enjoy anything I do to her.

“Spank me, Daddy, I’ve been a

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