Deadly obsession

In a strangers arm

Sophia's pov.

I started dancing, swaying my hips. I was trying to get the man's attention, but he didn't even spare me a glance.

I decided to take things to the next level. I walked up to him, locking my eyes on his, and started dancing on him.

He looked surprised; his eyes were wide. But that didn't stop me. I was drunk. I was reckless. I took off his tie and tied his hands , a sly smile spreading across my face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he said in this low husky voice.

"I'm getting started," I replied, no more than a whisper, my breath hot against his neck.

I started dancing on him, my body sensual over his. I knew he was looking at me, but I never once looked up. I continued to dance, lost in the music and the moment.

As I danced, I began to notice some changes in the man's lower body, a little movement, like his d**k twitched in excitement . A surge of excitement ran through my body, and I stood up, arms raised for victory.

"I won!" I exclaimed, my voice loud and proud. "I made you excited!"

But this man just burst my bubble as his expression didn't change. "I wasn't excited," he said calmly.

A pang of disappointment hit me, but I was too drunk to notice. I nodded, accepting defeat.

"Okay, you won," I said, my voice slurred. "What do you want me to do?"

He smiled, and with his eyes glinting with amusement, he said in a low, husky voice, "I'll tell you what I want, but first, let's get out of here."

He scooped me up, his arms around me, and began carrying me from the room. I looked up at him, confused.

“My phone.” I mumbled.

“Here.” He said and bent down a little, enough for me to reach my phone that was on the table.

"Where are we going?" I asked in a whisper.

Now he was smiling, and there was a glint of something-amusement-maybe-in his eyes. "To claim my price," he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran through me mixed with some kind of fear, as I wasn't sure what he meant with that. But the whiskey I'd drunk in too much haste dulled everything. So I just leaned against him, basking in the warmth, the strength of his body.

He pulled me away from the room into what seemed like a private room, dimly lit with a big bed in the middle of the room. He carried me across the room and set me softly upon the bed, never looking away from my eyes.

"So, what's your price?" I whispered.

He smiled, the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You will see," he rasped low and husky. "But first, let us get something straight. You lost, and now it is you who must pay the price."

I felt a thrill of fear run through me, mixed with excitement. What would he do to me? I was too drunk to care. I nodded, accepting my fate.

"Okay," I said, my voice slurred. "I'll pay the price."

The man smiled, a quirk upwards of his lips that told me he was amused. "Good," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because I'm going to make sure you enjoy every minute of it."

The second his lips touched my skin, a shiver ran down my spine. He started off slow, small pecks to my neck and shoulders, but the longer he went, the kisses became insistent, and he began sucking on my skin, leaving hickeys in his wake.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, tilting my head back in pleasure. "That feels so good."

He chuckled, his warm breath hot on my skin. "You like that?" he purred husky.

I nodded, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Mmm-hmm," I murmured, my body arching into his.

He continued to dance down my body, merrily, his fingers caressing my skin and sending waves of shivers down my spine. I was groaning and moaning-my body begging for more.

"Please," I whispered low. "Take me now. f**k me already."

But he just laughed again, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Not yet," he said, his voice full of teasing. "I'm not through with you yet."

I groaned in frustration, but he just smiled and continued on his slow exploration of my body. He touched me in all the right places, his fingers sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my body arching towards him. "That feels so good."

He moaned loudly against my body as he pressed harder against me. "You are so responsive," he whispered heatedly against my skin. "I love that."

Finally-after what had been an eternity for me-he came to claim the final prize. It was an erotic night with each thrust, our moans and groans filled the room. I lost myself in them it seemed like.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my body arching to him. "Oh, God, yes."

He groaned, his body pressed against mine. "Come on, baby," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my skin. "Come for me."

I screamed, my body shuddering in a pleasurable frenzy. He groaned, his body pressed against mine as he shot his hot load into me, and we collapsed, exhausted but sated.

Lying there, still catching my breath, a wave of shame and regret washed over me. I had just slept with a complete and utter stranger, a man I did not know. But as I looked at his face, something in it told me that maybe this wasn't a mistake at all.

"You judge your mother for sleeping with a mystery man, yet here you are sleeping with a stranger that is old enough to be your father, you were not even wise enough to use protection and he did not pull out." I heard the voice in my head lash out.

A wave of regret washed over me, and my eyes shut desperately to find my escape.

The phone lying across the room rang to life out of nowhere. Laboriously, I got out of bed. "Mom?" I murmured, as the color left my face.