Page 22 of Just One Night
Knox
I can still taste her.
Still smell her sunshine skin.
Can still hear her sounds and that husky voice calling me Sir. Fuck. Makes me hard every time it echoes in my head. Which, since I walked out of that hotel room almost four days ago, has been pretty fucking constant. I spend more time than I'm proud of reliving our night through those videos and photos. Jerked my dick raw the first two days watching me fuck her in the mirror, watching her bound up while I took her that last time. It’s on the fourth day, after a shitty meeting with a designer leaves me pissed off, that I break.
Barely making it to my office, I lock my office door and like every day this week, pull my dick out as I bring of images of Ella. Only this time, I watch the video of us in the bathroom. Her spread out on the vanity as I eat her sweet pussy. And, when I watch it this time, I catch what I somehow missed before.
Ella, staring into the camera of my phone, whispering my name over and over. Begging me to make her come. To let her come.
Most the night, Ella called me Sir. It got me so hard every time I made her come and she asked for more. Every time she got on her knees and offered herself to me. It woke something inside me. Seeing those eyes looking up at me now, saying my name as she pleads for more, it’s better than her submitting, better than her calling me Sir for hours. Because, Ella wanted me to see this. Wanted me to feel something when I saw it.
Fuck if I don't feel everything.
Not wasting a moment, I do what I promised I wouldn't. What I know there is no coming back from. Not this time. Not with this woman. From the very first moment, this thing has felt different and although I don't know why, don't pretend to understand what Ella has done to me, I know I am not through with it. Not over it.
Knox: Tonight. One more night, Ella.
It's foolish. Reckless. Ridiculous, really. I drum my fingers on my desk, waiting for her to reply. Praying she replies. It’s been just days but it almost feels like another lifetime since I saw her. I am itchy with wanting her again, with wanting more than one night. Which is makes me itch more.
Ella: Why?
Fucking minx. I give a stroke of my cock before tucking it away. Saving that shit for later. I close out of my laptop and head out, whistling as I wink at our receptionist, tapping out a reply to Ella.
Knox: Let me take you out. A date.
Ella: Do you do that?
Knox: I do now. Dinner. Two hours?
Ella: One more night?
Knox: Might want more, beautiful. Didn't get nearly enough last time.
It's not a lie but she can't know I mean more than those photos I've salivated over every spare moment. She can't know that I compared them to a few of my favorites and couldn't fathom how I'd ever considered the others good enough to call them favorites. Ella can't possibly know that I didn't want to walk out that night. That I almost went back once the elevator reached the lobby.
Not even to fuck her again. Okay, yes to fuck her again.
But, because I wanted to eat with her. Wanted to know about those walks in the park and the dance classes she taught. I wanted to know where she came from, why she was in New York, and what I could do to make her love it like I did. I couldn't tell her that because until I walked out and spent the next days wondering those things, I didn't know how badly I wanted to know those things.
Ella:Dinner? After?
Knox:Maybe the park. Maybe I walk you home and kiss you goodnight. Maybe we do dinner again every night. Maybe I take you to my place, tie you to my bed, and fuck you for the rest of the weekend. I don't know because I don't know what I'm doing with you, Ella.
Ella: Ok, Sir.
Fuck me sideways. My cock ached in my pants every time I thought about her on her knees, looking up at me with those eyes, that mouth calling me Sir. I wanted her to submit to me because she wanted to. Because she needed to. And because suddenly, I needed her to.
Ella: Two hours. Park.
Knox: Negative. Two hours I pick you up like a gentleman, baby. Might fuck like a beast but I want to treat you like a gentleman.
Ella: Yes, Sir.
Knox: Do you like to call me Sir, baby?
Ella: Yes. I do, Sir.
