1920s New Orleans The beautiful city ruled by jazz, beautiful girls, endless amounts of best toxics and men dressed in their best penguin suits with their hair greased and shiny, let's not forget the endless sex. A city that never sleeps. A place of fun, a place to escape yourself and become the craziest version of yourself. A bar on the corner of the Main Street, wonderful sounds filling the space outside,inviting, invading people's heads, drawing them, tempting them to enter. Blurs of colour standing outside, girls huddled laughing, smoking long cigars, with feathers in their hair. Dead red lips, taunting the male audience near by. All the masculine eyes focused on the girls outside, eating them up, all but one. He doesn't seem to notice nor the girls nor the boys, he slowly drags himself into the bar, his brown hair with streaks of blonde reflect the lights of the signs beating on his white face. His face a painting of perfection with full pink lips and strong jaw, showing signs of a stubble. His eyes reflect the world in them, as though he saw the whole world and captured it in his eyes. His hair curly and tousled. As though he dragged his large manly hands through it, few too many times. His eyes wonder a little around the room, the band in the centre of the bar, the neat little tables huddled by flirty men and women, the couples making out by the rest rooms, the bar with colourful glasses, the feathers on the floor, nothing focuses. He looks for a way to looses himself. To forget. And than he sees her the exotic fruit, the angel. Crossed legged at the bar, stirring a pink martini. His eyes linger on her exotic brown legs, so tempting. He white bead dress, falls around her petit figure, showing of just the right amount of shoulders. Revealing a beautiful tattoo of a feather breaking off into a flight of beautiful birds. He studies her. Her clothes, not revealing the parts that he most wish to see. Her full breast tight against the dress. Her high heels extending her legs, make him cringe in though of use of them. A lovely white scarf around her neck, hiding her pulse. Long white bead earrings, with a long pearl chain around her neck. Tight dark brown curls framing her beautiful face, her wide, big eyes with heavy lashes, drawing his attention. Her bright red lipstick on her lips, temping beyond temptation. A single white feather at the back of her curly bun. Yet she sits alone. He lingered for a moment deciding, wether it is a smart idea or not. But his primal needs over took him. Moving with predatorily grace towards her, his thoughts wonder to the places he can take her, when he finally reached the bar he put his best charm on, his gentlemen smile on, as though he had no worries in the world, as though he belonged no where else, but right here " Is this seat taken?" He gestured towards the seat next to her, she gave him a look and slightly shook her head "May I get you a drink?" He asked again with his British accent betraying him, she gave him a long skeptical look, as though she was weighting her options, he thought that was wierd usually the ladies didn't even gave him a look before they offered themselves to him, she must have come to a resolve because she spoke with a gentle confident voice "You may." They sat there for a while, her nibbling on her martini. Him finishing his third Bloody Mary. He parted his lovely lips to speak to ask " Why are you here sitting by yourself? You could easily have any man or women in this bar, yet you choose to sit here alone, watching them ?" She gave him a look as though he somehow amused her and gently replied " I could ask you the same thing" by that he was taken aback, as though somehow she read past his happy facade, as though she could see the core of his being, like she knew the monster he was, his reply came slow and honest "I came here to forget" she looked at him again, as though through new eyes "That makes two of us". He gave her the most honest smile he had in years "Shouldn't we exchange names?" He offered, she smiled and said "You first" he considered for the moment lying to her, he had many names over the years, but he decided to be honest "Niklaus" he offered a hand to her "Resham" she shook his hand and than he kissed it, with the most gentlest of kisses. "So what are you here to forget?" She asked. His answer took its time to come, but it came "Family trouble, you love?" Her answer came with a sad smile "Love trouble" he felt like he had to comfort her, to hold her, to take the hurt away "Maybe we can remedy that?" And motioned for the bartender to get more drinks. They drank, they danced and chit chatted through for hours, talking but not about anything significant, more about movies and music, both not revealing anything too much. Since years he felt wanted and needed in her presence. He felt human. Wild and happy. He asked about her tattoo and her answer fascinated him " it's a symbol of my freedom" and with that he lost control and kissed her with passion and need, soon their tongues entwined, fighting for need and control. His hands slid around her waist, her tiny hands fisting into his hair. They stopped when she started gasping for air. They looked at each other, silence stretching between them. Before he asked "my place or yours?" When they finally got to her hotel room, which was just another corner from the bar. All grips of control wore lost. No words need to be exchanged. She motioned towards the bedroom, but it didn't seem like they gonna make it that far. He kissed her with fire, his kisses tracing her neck, near her ear, on her lips. He slowly unzipped her dress from the back and stepped back, letting it fall to the ground. Revealing her body curves in the dim light, her white lace bra and panties seemed perfect on her. He stood there for a minute admiring her, before meeting her eyes. Her lingerie frustrated him, he wanted her naked. She looked at the man standing in front of her, a perfect specimen of mankind, perfection. She never did one night stands, she always waited at-least few moths before she let a man see her naked, but with him, there was a primal need that she couldn't deny and he seemed to feel it too. Maybe it was the brake up with Harry or the fact that he cheated on her with that whore Taylor, that made her want to be in another mans arms. She wasn't sure, but she knew that she will never regret this night. There was something so powerful about the man standing in front of her, she simply couldn't deny anything to him. Seconds ticked by, a small distance between them. She placed the first step towards him, he didn't move or flinch, than another. Now she stood next to his muscular frame, lean against the small hallway. She reached her hands to undo his bow tie,he still didn't move, just watched her dropping it to the floor, before she took off his blazer and let that drop to the floor too, soon followed his white shirt, revealing his bare muscular and strong chest and a tiger tattoo on his right arm, she looked at it quizzically "you didn't tell me you had a tattoo of your own?" Still looking at her,unmoving he spoke "you didn't ask." She traced her fingers over it and asked again with the gentlest voice "what does it mean ?" He looked at her, deciding before answering " my brothers have it too, it represents are determination to fight for family and protect it" and with that he kissed her, slowly at first, than more fiercely, with an inhuman need. There height difference becoming an issue, she jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist, securing herself, over claiming him, concurring his mouth with her own. Him steading her with his hand behind her slim waist, the other hand slowly creeping up her skin to free her full breast. She arched her body thrusting her breast forward, letting them jiggle and tempt him. Soon he couldn't resist, he lowered his mouth from hers, moving slowly downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on her body. He took a nipple into his mouth, than licked and gently bit down, her moaning with pleasure. Still holding her body with one hand behind her back, he let the other hand travel downwards towards her eager sex. He rubbed a thumb over her panties, making her gasp in pleasure. He could feel her wetness beneath her panties and he liked the way she reacted to his touch. He was satisfied with her moans and eagerness to explore. She could feel the ecstasy of near climax running through her body, she loved the way his tongue and lips feel against her tender nipples. She could tell that he was way more skilled than her just by the way he played with her sugar walls, making her gasp and scream with pleasure in all the right ways. She came under his touch. With the loudest of screams, expressing her satisfaction. He held her. Letting her absorb. He knew he concurred her sex and that though made him smile. Minutes ticked by and he could feel her getting ready for round two, soon she untangled her legs from his waist and he allowed her to slip away. He felt her kiss his throat, and moving lower. Feeling his broad chest with her hands. Soon he could see her unzipping his trousers, freeing his eager member from his boxers. She kissed the tip of his penis, she wanted to give him the pleasure that he gave her. She wanted to repay the favour. She licked and soon took his large manhood into her mouth, with a help o f her hand soon she heard him make incoherent sounds and she was satisfied. She wanted to taste him, so she licked faster, with more need and he came, she swallowed tasting him, savouring him in her mouth, his seed lovely and salty in her mouth. She slowly got up, his eyes fallowing her every move, like a predator, he watched her. She took her finger and wiped her mouth, than slowly placed in her mouth savouring the last bits of his seed. Slowly drawing her finder out, making him cringe, she knew how to make a man want her. She took his hand and let him away from the hallway, now that the introductions wore done, they could move on to real fun. Her hills clicking against the floor, her panties wet and dribbling. They reached. The end of the hallway, there stood three doors she turned to look back at him, even in the darkness of her hotel apartment he looked magnificent "bathroom or my office or maybe bedroom?" She asked him, his eyes tingled with mischief before he answered "how about we start at the office?" She seemed satisfied with he's answer, so she nodded and turned to open a brown door. Soon they stood in a middle of a small office. The office was small, there stood a large wooded table in the middle of the office covered in books and other nick knacks. Behind the table stood a large leather chair. The floor had a simple brown rug, that seemed to work with the whole dark mood of the office. Sadly reflect the inside of the man himself. He couldn't believe someone so bright could stand being in such a gloomy place and work. Suddenly he felt like giving her some good spanking, just for the pleasure of feeling her round rear against his palm. He moved towards the chair and sat down, motioned for her to join him. She looked at him, him sitting in the chair butt naked with his large member sticking out. He motioned for her to come, but she did not knew what to make of it. Are they going to fuck on the chair? Somehow she imagined that the table would have gotten more action. She lingered for while and than letting her feels click against the floor she walked towards him. He looked like a king in a throne, so confident,so virile. He motioned for her to sit on his knee and she obeyed him. She looked at him her eyes wide, she felt like a little lamb playing with a wolf. He placed a hand behind her back, gently stroking, following her spine and than he flipped her, so she was laying across his lap, his member pressing into her belly. He rubbed his hand against her rear. She could not believe that she was laying across his lap, about to be spanked, she never let anyone spank her, but with him somehow this idea turned her on so she stayed put. Somehow knowing that she is here to obey. He liked the feel of her obedience submitting to his alpha side. He rubbed her soft buttock. He raised his hand. Spank. Shudders of pain and pleasure cursed through her. Making her clit react. He spanked her ten times before he felt satisfied, he knew she liked it. Her buttocks read beneath his hand. But just to tease he had to ask " did you like that?" Making her feel smaller than a sea peddle. She new that she did, but she didn't want to give in to his ego " but I was such a good girl, maybe its you that deserved that spanking not me?" Her answer amused him, but also teased him. So he decided to make her pant and beg for his mercy. He picked her up nodding his head with a mysterious smile on his face and placed her on top of the table. Like she was a trophy, that he just like to look at. He sad back down on the chair and just looked. Before he leaned in and spread her legs, placing them on the sides of the chair, her hills giving her the perfect hold. He leaned against the chair and picked up a book of the corner of the table. She was sitting on top of the table, her legs spread wide in front of his face, she had no idea what he wanted to do with her but her sex kept getting wetter. She looked at him casually flicking through the pages of the novel she was reading before she left for the bar. She couldn't understand why he just didn't get up and gave it to her. She started to feel impatient with the man, no matter his perfection. Feeling her impatience, he glanced at her sex gently covered with light brown hair, he moved to place the book back at its placed, than looked at her again "what shall I do with you love?" He asked her while stroking his chin with his thumb. She wasn't sure if he wanted an answer or not, so she decided to keep quite. She knew what she wanted, but she also knew if she told him, she would give in to his ego and wouldn't get it at all,he would only make her wait longer and she wasn't sure if she could wait any longer before she would finish herself. He looked at her with mischief in his eyes" Shall we have a little loooky?" And before she could even answer he placed his finger inside of her, she gasped thinking to herself that's what she needs. Just before she started to enjoy herself again he withdrew the finger and and smelled it "you smell good" he said and than he licked the same finger " and taste good too" he told her. She didn't know how to react to this man. She knew she wanted his manhood inside her but his teasing and games wore starting to get a little old to her, she had no idea how the man has this much restrain. She knew no other man that would see her in this position and wouldn't doo anything about it. He looked at her, waiting for her reaction, he was surprised when non came so he placed the finger back inside her and started moving with perfect rhythm against her sugar walls. Making her wriggle under his touch. He liked the way she reacted to pleasure he could have watched her gasp for air for centuries, she was a sexual goddess making just the right sounds. He knew she was close to coming so he placed another finder in, her reaction pleased him. He slowly got up not stopping the movement of his fingers. He let his pinky join the others too inside of her and she screamed with joy, he couldn't wait to fill her sides with himself so he withdrew his magic fingers from her making her pant and pout at him, but not for long because soon he was invading her walls with his largest finger. He created the perfect rhythm, starting like a slow symphony and picking up speed as it went along. Soon her head rolled and screamed out his name, she loved the way he felt inside of her so tight around her walls. The climaxes he gave wore like a drug addictive to her, always leaving her want more. The stayed locked within each other for a little while, her on the table , legs spread wide. Him leaning against her, naked and still inside of her. He couldn't stop thinking how tight she felt against his cock, not only did she smelled good to him, tasted good to him and even felt good around him. Both breathing heavy against each others necks. Comfortable silence between them, finally she spoke "not too bad" he couldn't help but laugh, he never had that kind of reaction after sex, he was used to girls flattering his sexual moves, but she was different. He looked straight into her brown eyes and spoke in the gentlest of voices his accent making it sound so dangerous "I can do better" and with that he picked her up as though she was made out of feathers and headed for the door. Back in the hallway, he looked around her still in his arms and headed for the white door. They entered into the bathroom "perfect" he said. The bathroom was decorated with a large white bath, a toilet in the far corner with a sink nearby. There stood two lovely white vase on the window sill, filled with lilies, making the room smell welcoming and strangely natural. White towels stood on the far wall, matching the white furry rug on the floor. He deposited her on the corner of the bath " spread your legs" he commanded, she obeyed. His commands and control turned her on making her wet. He looked at her with a pleased smile on his face "now massage your nipples with your thumbs" she once again obeyed, placing her hands and casually touching her breast, whist he watched her " no no your not doing it right, tease them, make them hard, play with them" he commented. And with that she changed her movement to suit his commands, she felt good under her own touch, natural. Her movement causing her puss react, making it hungry for him. He kneeled before her lady part and stroked it with one hand "nice love" he said, before licking her clit. She gasped, now that she didn't expect, she stopped her movement, to protest. As though he could sense it he stopped and looked up at her " now don't stop love things are just about to get exciting, I promise you like it, now be a good girl and resume, or do you want me to spank you again?" With those words she stopped protesting and resumed, just like she was told. He licked, sucked and nibbled at her clit. Making her speak in incoherent sounds. Soon she came with the most amazing sounds leaving her throat. She lost the count of how many times she came under his touch and yet she could sense that this is not going to be her last orgasm for the day. He grinned at her like a little boy, making him look so much younger. He laid on the soft rug and motioned for her to join him, just before she sat down he spoke " now take a little rest love and than you ride me"she was astonished at his stamina, they spent the whole night drinking and dancing, sharing laughs, yet he was still so full of energy. He sat next to her stroking her skin, exploring it. Moving his hands all over her body, making part if her that she never knew she had tingle with excitement. He lingered around her nipples before he started teasing them soon she felt herself ready for another round, she knew that this round is hers. She will the one in control. She pushed him towards the rug before saddling up on top of him. Sliding his large erect penis into her. She controlled the speed and the rhythm on this one and she loved it, she made the perfect rhythm, making his manhood hit her sugar walls. He groaned with pleasure so did she.He placed his hands on her tender hips, to feel her to make sure she's really here. They came together hitting the the cliff of the climax and falling both into each other. Colliding. She collapsed on top of him all sweaty and exhausted, she could still feel him inside of her. She felt his large hands tracing her back, following the structure of her spine. The other hand slowly rubbing her hair, lulling her to sleep and after so many climaxes, orgasm nothing sounded better to her than falling asleep in this man hands, so she did. He could feel her breathing slowing becoming steady and soon he knew she was asleep. He didn't know what to make out of the evening he had. His target was to find an escape and so he did, but he didn't want to leave now. But his world was too dangerous for her, so he has to decide to take her with him or to leave now. But what if she doesn't want to go with him? His insecurities slowly crept in, he didn't know how would he feel if she didn't. Maybe he stay for a day or two and than leave, he questioned himself. After all she is living in a hotel that means she's not staying here forever, therefore maybe this could work and she wouldn't even have to know... When she woke she found herself in her bed, for a minute she thought that maybe it was all just a very good dream, but than she realised she was naked under the covers and she never sleeps naked. She turned around expecting to find a man behind her, but all she found was a red envelope with a stamp on it with her name on it. She studied it for a while, it looked strange and old, inside was a card with few words on it "Don't fight it. Don't think. Just do it. See you tonight" she stared at the words not able to comprehend, than she sighted and turned back to her pillow her muscles wore twitching, she was exhausted and soon she slept again.