Party Time

DIABLO

The door slams behind Emma. She’s mad, but I’m madder. Not at her, but at myself. What the hell did I just do?

I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’ve never let anyone consume my thoughts like she does, day and night.

Last night and today were incredible. The sex is out of this world. No other woman has ever made me feel the way I do when I’m deep inside her.

She’s so tight, so eager to please, and the fact that she likes it rough is just the cherry on top. Just thinking about her is enough to get me hard again.

How am I going to survive nine weeks without her, let alone without sex? I don’t want to mess this up with her, but I know myself.

I’ll try, but damn, I’m only human, a man, and sex has always been a big part of my life. Maybe if I sleep with her enough times before she leaves, I can control myself.

God, I hope so. She’s going to drive me crazy, whether she’s here or away. She’s already taken over my thoughts.

EMMA

Carly and I are already at the club. I’m wearing the yellow dress I bought just for tonight. I know I look good, even though Carly keeps telling me I look fucking fantastic.

I’ve never felt or looked fantastic. Maybe average, sure, but not fantastic.

Travis is lining up six shots of tequila, and we down them one after the other.

I ask him for a bottle of champagne with two glasses, which he happily hands over. His attitude towards me has changed somehow.

There’s a newfound respect, probably because he knows that Diablo has claimed me as his and I’m practically his boss now.

Luis comes over and whispers in my ear that Diablo will be joining me later. He has some business to take care of in his office.

I don’t mind. It’s my night, and I want to have fun with all my friends before I leave. All the guys are here. Rick looks especially down tonight.

I know he knows what happened last night, but I try to forget about it and just keep smiling at him. We can still be friends.

We all gather at the bar, and Travis pours another round of shots.

Carly and I are the only ones drinking the champagne, and I notice that Travis and Luis are both keeping a close eye on me.

Miley Cyrus’s “Get It Right” starts playing.

“This is my jam!” Carly yells to me. “Let’s go dance!”

We all move to the dance floor, and before long, I’m lost in the music, swaying my hips to the beat.

I feel a hand on each side of my hips, gripping me hard, pulling me back against someone. I can feel his erection. Without even turning around, I know it’s Diablo.

And with the force he’s using, I know he’s mad at me. The question is, what did I do now? I turn to face him, giving him the biggest smile I can muster.

I raise my hands to his head, running my fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth to mine. He kisses me hard, his tongue immediately demanding entrance to my mouth.

This is a punishing kiss, not a pleasurable one. His one hand stays on my hip, the other moves down to my ass, pulling me closer to him.

When he finally breaks the kiss, my lips are swollen. The wetness in my panties is a testament to how much this man turns me on.

“Baby love, you should know better than to move that sexy ass of yours in front of all these men. You’re seducing them all with just a sway to the left and right.

“Those hips of yours are going to get you into a lot of trouble. I’ll have to punish you later.”

No anger, just a subtle threat of what’s to come after my going-away party is over.

“Don’t get too drunk. I have plans for you later, baby.” I just smile like a little girl who just got her first lollipop.

He kisses me on my temple, nods at my friends, and leaves.

Carly is the first to speak.

“Possessive much?” she scoffs.

“Yes, he is. I prefer not to test his limits.”

We continue drinking and dancing, downing shot after shot, all poured by Travis of course.

Luis and Travis keep an eye on our group the whole night. As soon as anyone gets too close to me, Luis sends them in another direction. I guess he’s under strict orders from Diablo to make sure no other man gets near me.

By one in the morning, I’ve had enough. I know if I drink any more, I’ll be too drunk to go to Diablo, and I don’t want to make him any angrier.

Saying goodbye to everyone is emotional. Carly leaves with Travis—Luis has given him the rest of the night off—the guys each give me a hug, except Rick.

He lingers longer than usual while hugging me, planting a kiss on my temple.

I pull away from him as quickly as I can, hoping no one saw, but when I look up I see Diablo glaring down at me from his office window.

~Oh, shit. I’m in trouble.~

It’s been such a great night, having so much fun with my friends. But to end like this... I’m dreading going to him, but I have no choice.

Luis gently takes me by the elbow and escorts me to Diablo’s office. With each step, I know what’s coming. Either I’m dead, or I won’t be able to sit down for a week.

DIABLO

What the hell is she thinking, letting another man touch her like that and then kiss her? Damn, she’s infuriating.

I know every man in the club was envious when I went down to kiss her and claim her earlier. I just wish she knew how she affected all the men here tonight.

She’s so oblivious to her own beauty. It’s a major turn-on for me.

What to do with her? Killing her is out of the question. I’m already too addicted to her. But she needs to know who’s in charge and start following my rules.

A soft knock echoes through my office before Luis steps in, Emma trailing behind him. She looks scared. I can’t help but feel a thrill at the power I hold over her.

“Thanks, Luis. You can head out for the night. Emma, come here.”

Luis slips out, unnoticed by either of us. Emma moves towards me, her steps slow and hesitant. Too slow for my liking.

Closing the gap between us in two long strides, I grab her wrists, spin her around, and bend her over my desk. I lift her dress, revealing her perfect ass. Damn, she’s breathtaking.

“How many strikes do you think you deserve, Emma?”

“Five,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Really, Emma? Let’s see. First, you were dancing, swaying those beautiful hips for everyone to see. Then, you were hugging all your guy friends, letting them touch what’s mine.

“And finally, Ricky gets a kiss from you—and you think ~five~ is enough?” I’m livid, shaking with anger.

“No. I think you deserve ten. And you’re going to count with me, got it?”

“Yes, Diablo.”

I start spanking her, putting all my strength into each hit.

“One,” she whispers.

~Smack.~

“Two.”

~Smack.~

“Three.”

I pause when I notice the wetness trickling down her thigh. She’s enjoying her punishment a little too much.

Good. I love spanking her.

“Don’t come. If you do before I give you permission, I’ll fuck you into next week without letting you come. You’ll be left frustrated beyond belief. Understand?”

She nods.

“Use your words, Emma.”

“Yes, Diablo.”

~Smack.~

“Four,” she says.

~Smack~.

“Five.”

And again.

“Six.”

We keep going until we reach ten. She stands up, turning to face me. Her eyes are filled with desire.

She pulls me closer, kissing and biting my neck before moving her lips to mine.

~Damn, she wants it rough.~

She rips open my shirt, buttons scattering everywhere, but I want to be in control. I remove her wandering hands, pushing her back onto my desk and lifting her hands above her head.

I hold them there with one hand while I tear off her panties. She’s panting and moaning.

I unbuckle my belt, undo my pants, and let them drop to the floor. I’m not wearing underwear, and my erection is throbbing.

Looking down at her, I almost lose it. She’s soaked. ~Damn!~

“Spread your legs as wide as you can, baby.”

She does as I ask, and I position myself at her entrance.

“Please, Diablo, I need to come!”

“Will you ever do what you did tonight again, sweetheart?”

“No!”

With her answer, I thrust into her. She cries out as she comes immediately, her body pulsing around me, almost making me come with her.

“Damn, baby, you’re still so tight and wet for me!”

I start moving in and out of her, slowly at first, but picking up speed because I need to hear her scream my name again.

A few thrusts later and we both come together, shouting each other’s names. Damn, she’s incredible. I’ll never get enough of her or her tight pussy.

I plan to fuck her senseless all day tomorrow before she leaves. But for now, we need to move this to the penthouse so I can do this to her again and again.

I can tell she loves my gentle side but also craves my dominance. My other women always complained I was too rough.

Not my sweetheart. She enjoys it as much as I do. This turns me on even more. Who would have thought this innocent woman could be the vixen I need and want?

I’m ready for round two, my dick already throbbing. I scoop her up in my arms and head out of the office to the private elevator leading to the penthouse.

This is going to be one hell of a night.