Damsel Not

CHAPTER 1 Katie scanned the crowd in the local bar once more, her eyes moving through the faces, slowly, lest she'll miss her chance, she was desperate, and she knew it, but relentlessly she searched for her catch tonight. It had been twenty eight long days since she had been properly f****d and she couldn't stand any more gentle souls, she needed a monster to ravish her tonight. Four years ago, Katie grew her own balls, she knew what she wanted, knew how to get it, and finally knew what it felt like, since then she vowed never to let herself be held down from the desires she sought. That night, on the 19th of September, she put her foot down and decided to command her pleasure. She believed a good time, however it come, was worth breaking all the rules for, after all, how many times do we get to live. She made a solid pact with herself, mind body and soul, to never be a stereotype to s****l pleasures and never let a man dictate her very short life for tomorrow is not promised. Katie since then has had every man her eyes fell upon, every man that stirred her desire. She sought the best in the crowd, because she did not see a need to deprive herself of the abundance of the male testosterone. Her conquests were never less than 6 feet tall, strong, well built and unquestionably handsome. She often Said to her friend Calile, 'It’s a sea, why not hunt the shark.' She took a long sip of her wine and sighed. It was almost time for her to head back home, but sadly with no conquest. Well, there goes my orgasms, add my sanity to the mix as well. Her libido has been angered, the past month has been hell, her s*x life derailed, too busy at work to pay attention to any man who walked past her, and now body was rioting, and she could no longer hold it together, for fear of her sanity. Soon, she'll be forced to hunt the lesser appealing subset of the male species, maybe what she sought was there and not where she was currently looking, and failing if so. Sitting there on the bar stool, alone, sipping her wine slowly, she assessed herself. Today she chose a red dress that brought out her black eyes. With her red dress, simple lipstick and red heart shaped hair clip she looked alluringly charming, attractive and knew she could arouse desire in any man that saw her, she looked angelic, fragile, innocent and even, if possible pure. So many of the gentlemen had approached her, wanting to show her a good time, more than she had ever known before. They were fooled, many are except her. She was no innocent let alone pure, she was by far not any of those, she was a Succubus at heart and her demon had to be sated, but luck was not on her side today. She thought of taking home one of the males who had approached her so far. Maybe Matt will do, after all he's like a man ready to please her enough to do anything and everything she asked. She contemplated taking him home with her and counting her losses. But she knew she couldn't. It was against all she stood for if she slept with a man who approached her, her mood would be dismal. In all the years, she picked out her men and made no compromises. She was precise in what she sought in her men and watched them for a while checking all the boxes to ascertain that she will incur minimal to no disappointments when f*****g. And it has always worked for her, and now she thought, maybe her system was starting to fail her; maybe she needed a new one, or a new place, location or a new sea. She sighed in a resigned tone and asked for a last refill so she can head home. Her body will have to endure that one more night writhing and groaning, her desire wanting, between her silk sheets with very little to do to sate her wants. She'll make herself c*m maybe once to ease the ache and catch some sleep before her body demanded more. The bartender slid a glass of whiskey on to her and took her empty glass with him. Katie looked up and with all the control she could master, called back the bartender and spoke to him as politely as possible. The last thing she needed was to snap at a bartender because she was on a dry spell. “I’m sorry sir, but this is not my drink. I did not ask for this." She said almost sharply, with a hint of pretentious modesty. "Yeah, that's actually from the gentleman by the corner." The man said and walked away to attend to other customers. Katie raised her head and come face to face with an antagonizing pair of grey eyes that slowly turned a darker shade as she stared. Katie felt her libido literally wanting to explode like fireworks lighting up Nairobi’s skyline on New Year’s. Her s*x began to throb, her ears burned and her hands become clammy on the glass she swore there was mist there. He was staring right at her, unfazed and not blinking, so she did the same. She never backed down from a stare contest, never ever. That's how she exerted control, and she had a feeling, the form of all maleness in front of her knew that. Dressed in a tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt, his biceps bulging making her fingers itch to just touch them, aching to dig her fingers into his back muscles as he made her scream her orgasms till sunrise. She has never considered a man who approached her attractive, she never saw the beauty in taking what you did not work for, including seducing a man to allow her to strap a belt on his neck, choke him as she forced him to thrust harder into her and watch as he lost control of his orgasms, his face marred with big popping veins as he come and fought for his breath,. But today she wanted that very man, because he wasn't just a man, he was the man. She raked her eyes down his chest, and as if he knew, he stood slowly, giving her all of him to ogle. A huge grin split on the edge of his mouth as he noticed the approval in her eyes. He was of the perfect height, almost a clean six foot six, and strength radiated from his aura. He began to take long measured steps towards her and Katie couldn't help but stare at those legs. Damn, the picture to her strapped in between them as he took his belt to her ass multiple times just to give her the thrill. All maleness and testosterone come to a stop in front of her and her eyes come in contact with his. His skin was a darker shade than hers and her tongue almost rolled out from her mouth to have a taste. She subconsciously took the glass of whiskey and downed the whole thing before she realized what she had done. She knew better that, never should she allow herself to take the hard stuff when her heat was that high, she become more restless and nothing could bring her down. Well except the touch of a really strong man like the one before her. "Hi, I'm Jake." A baritone voice rang in her ears and straight to her s*x. She was now drenching. Thank God for her African genes because she sure as hell could be flashing crimson right now. A larger hand stretched out in search of hers. Katie glanced at the hand and felt her whole body shedder. A network of veins popped on his hand and her fingers itched to touch each and every vein, trace each with the tips of her fingers as she felt them pulse. She imagined his large palm holding her secure, touching her most delicate places, like her waist as he moved her up and down his c**k. She felt another shudder run through her body, her thighs clenched and goose bumps rose on her skin. "Hi, I'm um, Katie, and um, thank you for the drink, but tonight is not a whiskey night." Katie said, trying as much as she could to hide her arousal. Even though Jake had seen her clench her thighs and knew what was happening. "How about we go all the way and make it a whiskey night." Jake said as he pulled a chair next to hers. Jake sat so close to her she felt his body heat radiating to her and had to control her Succubus from swooning all over the place. She truly was taken, and never before had her Succubus swooned. Jake looked at her, and his eyes dropped to her full lips painted a seductive shade of red and grinned, he wanted to kiss those lips but if he asked her, Katie would prefer biting. But nobody was airing their flirty-kinky linen yet. She nodded and Jake raised his hand to get the bartender's attention and Katie's eyes followed the movement. Her eyes fixated on a tattoo on his upper arm. She wanted to ask, but knew she shouldn't, lest she'll ruin all the fun of figuring him out, or letting him trust all of her enough to divulge such details, so she just lowered her eyes to her fingers and settled herself on her seat. She sat there, like a naive 21 year old. She could feel Jake's eyes on her, taking her whole form in. The colors around her were definitely most misleading, she looked like a cute kitten, whilst she was a beautiful lioness, but she'd let him figure that out on his own. Two double whiskey glasses were placed before them and Katie eyed hers warily. She needed to be stupefied to pull this off. If not, she'll find herself going home alone if she couldn't make her mind forget that this guy hit on her first, she just hopped he'd be able to ask him to leave after all her pleasures were sated. She'll have to wake Isha to drop the man to wherever place he come from. "Shots" Jake called out as if he read her mind. "Yes please." She answered softly. Creating a false allure of who she truly was. Jake yelled at the bartender who hurriedly poured four shots in front of us and we each took two tot glasses. "To tonight,' Jake bellowed and a smiled flushed before they both tipped their glasses. Katie, as her routine, drummed the table in front of her. She relaxed only to find Jake looking at her with what looked like fascination in his eyes, that's interesting. “Burns," Katie offered an explanation even if one wasn't asked of her. Jake looked at her and took the other glass and raised it towards her to another toast and they downed the other shot. Katie accustomed, once again drummed the table. This time she laughed her drums out and looked back at Jake with smoldering eyes and her body feeling giddy and knew Succubus had in fact approved of these male too. Jake took his whiskey and downed the whole glass and Katie raised her eyebrows at the challenge. Well, she wanted to be stupefied after all. So she took her glass and swallowed without averting her eyes, but this time she did not drum, and knew Jake would ask why. "It wasn't a shot." She offered. Jake nodded in agreement and did not probe further. For the first time in his life, his silence was not seen as weirdness. For the fast time, he had hit on a woman, bought her drinks, earned smiles without flaunting his car keys, and was about to take a beautiful woman to the dance floor. He couldn't ruin this by probing too much. Katie was led to the center of the dance floor by strong arms and she couldn't help but smile. She looked at the man towering above her as he turned her to face away from him. Jake slowly pulled her towards him, slowly for fear of coming on too strong and was rewarded by a swift swirl of hips against his crotch, and he high-fived himself. If he hadn't just scored, let it be known, for eons and eons that he was a lesser man. Katie moved slightly against Jake sensing how uptight he might be. Her generous African genes granted her the art of seductively swaying hips without much effort, she could sway rhythmically and make Jake c*m in his pants if she wanted to, but to satisfy her Succubus well, she had to keep this man’s pride. She therefore decided to take measured dances and sways only intended on seduction, once she had him cuffed she'd unleash her true self and take all she wanted. Katie's body moved against Jakes smoothly as his hands constantly come to grope her ass but moved away swiftly before he could mess things up. Katie felt his restraint and hated it, she wanted him to loosen up and be the man her dangerously outraged libido sought. But Katie didn't know that Jake has had a lifetime of practice on seducing women. She was a conquest, and conquests were to be left wanting more. They were to be given an allure of a man afraid to disrespect them, until of course there is no turning back. Jake had to land this, he had to have her, as innocent and pure as she looked, and he really didn't want to mess this one up. Jake assessed her, and wondered if it was too soon to ask her to his place, what if she was just looking for a good time on the dance floor. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman sapped him across the face for asking. Katie felt Jake’s body tense behind her and waited to know what was amiss. Jake brought his lips to her ears and nipped a little earning a giggle from her and he felt triumphant. All the odds were aligned for him, he couldn't miss this shot. Little did he know he was the hunt and not the hunter. "Let's get out of here." "Thought you'd never ask," Jake couldn't hide the shock in his eyes but as quickly as it come he regained his composure. "One shot then we head out." Jake tagged Katie behind him as he made his way to the counter. He couldn't let her change her mind. He raised his hand and four tot glasses were placed in front of them. "I can't take two more, I'll pass out." Katie slurred her words as she looked at Jake who grinned and handed her one tot. "Only one is yours, Kitten. I don't want you passing out on me yet." He smiled, took a tot glass and donned the contents simultaneously as Katie watched his Adams apple bobbing seductively. A new wave of desire assaulted her; they couldn't get out of there fast enough. She took her drink and as soon as she placed her glass down, a bottle of Jack was handed to Jake who took it and hurriedly left with her hand still in his. Well, she truly will be stupefied, but one thing she knew, she always had the best s*x when high and drunk. So it was a win win situation. Jake headed for the valet stand. Katie tried to hand over her card but Jake snatched it and looked at it for a few seconds the turned to face Katie. "We are going to my place." He looked at her expectantly praying to all that is Holy that she wouldn't resist. Katie's eyes widened and that's when she realized how screwed she was. She never went to a man's house before, that's why she initiated the talks. In her town apartment, she could f**k and dismiss easily. What Jake was asking she didn't know how to handle. Jake sensing her reluctance offered another mood lightning comment that he knew she needed to hear. "You can leave whenever you want." "Promise?" Katie slurred. "Promise."