Bound

You don't know me

"If it is him, that's one lucky woman," Victoria bit her lip to stop the emotions from rising.

Why didn't he tell her about this? And where are those people, right? Was that him?

Did he fuck them after?

She felt her heart sink at the realization.

She fought back the tears as she pushed herself out of the coward wanting to escape everything. Walking outside on a terrace overlooking the city she took a deep breath calming her nerves. Her eyes gazed up at the stars, the twinkling lights that felt so far away yet so close.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"

Victoria spun around, startled by the sound of a voice. She saw a man standing there, eyes fixed on her with his arms crossed.

He was a tall, handsome man with dark feathers and piercing grey eyes. His stance seemed solid and deliberate, and his gaze was unwavering.

She could feel the intensity of his stare, and for a moment, she was frozen in place, unable to move.

"My apologies, but who are you?" Victoria asked, wiping her tears away.

The man finally reached her, and she couldn't help but feel intimidated by him. His smile seemed to hide a secret as he replied, "An old friend of William's." His nose flared and his smile grew wider. "And you must be Victoria."

Victoria's mind raced as she tried to figure out who this man was and how he knew her name. Before she could ask, he spoke again. "William isn't the type to be seen with the same woman twice." He took a step closer, and Victoria instinctively stepped back, her heart racing.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, trying to hide her fear. But the way he spoke about William, it was as if he had known him for a long time.

Longer than her for sure.

The man's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled, "I apologize, I didn't mean to alarm you. I just couldn't resist meeting William's latest conquest." He leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "But between you and me, I don't think you're just another one of his flings. There's something different about you, which means that you my dear won't survive him long." The man didn't give her enough time to ask another question before he turned and left.

Victoria stood there for a few moments, lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of what the man had said.

She won't survive him long?

What did that mean?

She was certain that there was more to the story than he was letting on, that his words meant to scare her but why? It was obvious that she didn't know much about him after tonight but surely she wasn't in danger with him.

Was she?

With a heavy sigh, she stepped back into the art exhibit, still feeling more confused than ever.

She grabbed another wine glass from the side table and made her way to a painting depicting a naked woman holding red roses and gazing out the window into a large meadow. The woman's expression was one of sadness and yearning as if she were searching for something that was out of reach.

As she stood lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but think of William. His touch, his embrace, his warmth - it all felt so real in that moment. She could almost feel him standing behind her, his fingers running along her arms, his body pressed against hers. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, to surrender to their passion once and for all.

But then she heard his voice, and she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her body. "Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" William asked, his breath hot against her neck. "You have goosebumps all over you." She could feel his cock against her ass and wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her once and for all.

"It's just a little hot in here," she managed to say, fanning herself with her hand.

"Is it now?" William asked, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into her neck. "You smell wonderful,"

"Yes, it is very hot." she didn't bother acknowledging his last statement for fear of jumping his bones in front of everyone and damned with the consequences.

"Imagine how I feel when I watch you walk around in this dress." His hand reached behind her and gripped her ass causing a small gasp to escape her lips.

"Having all of these men watch you with so much desire makes me want to take you home and fuck you until the only thing you remember from tonight is my cock giving you pleasure" his words shocked her so much that she giggled loudly, attracting the attention of a few people around her.

She quickly covered her mouth.

The wine had gotten to her now.

William spun her around to face him, his eyes dark with lust. "You think this is funny, teasing me like this?"

A mischievous smirk curved her lips as she leaned in close. "You bought the dress for me, sir. Maybe you're just teasing yourself," she purred, knowing she had him wrapped around her finger.

William laughed softly, a beautiful sound Victoria thought and watched as he tilted her chin so his lips brushed against hers. People were watching, and he was sure this would be a scandal and Victoria would be the talk of the city come morning, but he did not care.

When it came to her it was to hell with everything else.

Smiling at his little brat he said "You would not find it funny if I tied you to my bed and watched you cum until your cunt hurts?" Her pussy clenched at the thought, she almost felt the urge to challenge him, to see exactly what makes him tick.

"If it will please you, sir, I suggest you do." Victoria stared into his stormy eyes and bit her bottom lip in a way that she knew drove him crazy.

William entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her close, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. "Temptress," he replied with a smile as he kissed her deeply.

She blushed as she looked up into his eyes when they pulled away. "Am I?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He grinned and leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Definitely."

The rest of the night went on amazingly, with William introducing Victoria to everyone that he spoke to or who spoke to him. She was pleasantly surprised to see how knowledgeable William was on the subject and was even more impressed by how he could explain it in simple terms.

They talked for hours about the various artworks in the exhibit, and William even pointed out a few that he thought were particularly special.

By the night's end, Victoria felt she had gained a better understanding and appreciation for art because of him. He made sure that she was included in all conversations, even if she didn't understand the subject at hand.

He was gentle and attentive to her every need, from the small kisses on her head or hand to the loving words he would whisper into her ear when no one was watching.

It made me blush like a bright tomato every time.

Following the gala, one of William's friends, Jack, an owner of a club, invited them to attend a show at Lust and Found to which William politely declined.

He bid everyone good night, took Victoria's hand, and led her outside where the car awaited them.

"Why did you decline him?" Victoria asked thanking him as he draped his jacket around her shoulders.

William stared down at her and she could almost feel a sense of longing in his eyes, as if he wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel her softness.

"Because I don't plan on sharing you with anyone for the rest of the night."