Chapter One; Old Dog Old Trick
I pull the Mercedes to the kerb outside the apartment block and gave a short gentle beep on the horn. Looking at the clock on the dashboard illuminated at 02:35. Moments later from the communal entrance of her friends building I watch as a familiar figure emerges from the front door and makes her way, a little unsteadily, towards the car.
I smile at her as she slips into the leather clad passengers seat. "Evening". Her short loose black dress, worn under her favourite little black leather jacket rides up a little revealing fishnet covered thighs her legs complemented by black high heeled boots to the knee. She looked amazing, if a little worse for wear.
"I thought it was fancy dress?"
Hannah turns to me looking down her rather demure ensemble before she smiles lopsidedly her glazed eyes a telltale sign of hers that she's had one too many, even if I couldn't smell the liquor heavy on her breath. "Awww don't ...lost my witches hat,"she pouts.
"Ah well there's my fantasy shot down...," I chuckle "..but I'm kinda glad you didn't paint your face green."
Hannah chuckles "Not a fan Logan?"
I don't answer as I pull the car away from the kerb picking up two inebriated skeletons pissing behind a wheelie bin in the headlights.
"You don't see that every day," I offer as we drive past yet another reason why I refuse to celebrate crass occasions such as Halloween at the Dark Star. The club hadn't been as busy tonight, compared to usual Friday nights but I had my principals on such things. The proposal by Jamie to run a mask ball type event had been enough of a concession. A concession she had earned by her talented mouth wrapped around my dick. Somethings I seemingly had warped principals over.
"You're jushht boring Logan," Hannah slurred a little as she nuzzled into the passenger's seats little.
Ignoring a pang of hunger instinctively I headed out of the City Centre location towards her place. Mine was closer but I rarely took Hannah home to mine; something she'd never really questioned. It wasn't conscious but I led two lives. My debauched lifestyle at the Club and the mundane quiet, serene, lifestyle whenever Hannah was around. I wasn't sure which I preferred I thought to myself. A spectre of a vision of young Ari writhing in my arms brings a smirk to my lips, the girl that straddles both lifestyles. The sordid little secret slowly who I'm bending to my will.
As we drove Hannah dropped in to a drunken slumber as the City passed by outside the windows and I drove at speed to cover the distance ahead of us only slowing down to pass static traffic cameras along our route.
Within 20 minutes I pulled up on to the gravel drive way of the 3 storey town house in which she lived. Hannah wakes as we pull up, helping her out of the car I guide her to the front door where she insists on being able to at least turn the key in the door, clumsily she manages the feat, eventually.
"Think we best get you straight upstairs." I said sincerely as I pushed the front door back closed on to its locking latch.
"Why Logan..." Hannah mischievously purred looking up at me from under the bangs of her hair, "...I love it when you're masterful."
'Not as much as your little sister does' is the comment that flashes through my mind, but I remain silent as I follow her up the two flights of stairs to her bedroom. My eyes unable to avoid the glimpse of thigh and the cusp of her ass as she heads unsteadily up the staircase ahead of me. My lust grows as I think not just of her but of her obedient younger sister again; pushing to the back of my mind yet another lewd vision of Arabella as I reach the top of the stairs.
Following Hannah into the bedroom I watch from the door way as she slips off the fitted leather jacket and flings it onto a chair in the corner of the room. The tight top half of the dress accentuates her toned stomach and firm breasts.
"What?" She playfully states catching my eyes all over her.
"Just admiring the view," I state taking a step closer.
"And you like what you see?" Hannah seductively questions as I push the door closed.
"Maybe," I nonchalantly reply.
"Trick or Treat?" She narrows her eyes as she turns to face me.
Reaching behind me I slip a belt from a silk dressing gown "Trick," I coldly state.
"Trick?" she barely has chance to question as I step up to her. Turning her on her heels I push Hannah face first down on to the bed. A confused gasp escapes her and I climb on top of her pulling her up across the bed.
"Masterful you said," I loosely repeat back her words as I pin her arms up above her head to the mattress.
"You playing rough Logan...this is new." Hannah looked back at me the alcohol still intoxicating her, fueling the way she spoke and behaved. Which I would use to my advantage. Taking the belt of the dressing gown I began to wrap the silk garment tightly around Hannah's outstretched wrists. Pulling her diagonally across the bed before slipping the long loose end of the silk belt around the wooden pillar that held the headboard to the bed I secured her face down on the white linen duvet.
"What... what are you?" Once again her head cranes around.
"Shhh." I place a finger to my lips as I manipulate her body up into a crouched position. Pulling her lower legs apart I press myself against her as I pull the dress up around her waist.
Hannah pulls absently at the silk restraint wrapped tightly around her wrists as my hands grab hold of the top of her fishnet tights which I pull down around the backs of her thighs.
"Logan," she utters breathlessly.
I pull open the waist of my jeans and pull down the zip of my fly. Taking out my dick and line myself up against her.
"Oh my god Logan," she gasps as she holds her position.
There's no opposition as I take her with a slow deep penetrating thrust, filling her as I take her from behind. My hands grip Hannah's hips as I slowly stretch her out around me with slow deep repetitive thrusts. Her hands restrained I take Hannah as I've never taken her before but as I've taken so many others, including her Sister.
Hannah raises her head from her submissive position as I straighten my back and begin to take her in a selfish hard style. As she turns to look back at me I press her head back down gripping the back of her neck firmly holding her face into the pillow beneath her as I exert control. The ankles of Hannah's boot clad lower legs kick a little as I hold her down she gasps and groans frustratedly as I silently take her with increasing speed.
"Oh fuck Hannah," I groan as she presses back against me granting me deeper penetration.
Beneath me she mumbles and groans "What are you doing ...oh god what are you ...me...fuuuckkkk."
As Hannah begs I increase my pace riding her feeling her tightness subside in to a warm wetness as I use her. "Oh fuck," she continually begs as I thrust repeatedly while she claws at the silk belt that restrains her.
"I want my hands ...I want my hands," she repeats but in turn I force her further into the duvet with my hand still on the back of her neck through her dark brown hair.
"You don't get your hands Hannah ...I'm in control."
Taking her harder and harder she complies and falls dormant accepting the hard steady thrusts that my hips deliver as I take her.
"Oh Logan ...oh Logan ...oh my ...oh my..."
I maintain my intensity as I keep my grip over her. I feel my balls contract as I look down at her unable to see her face through increasingly ruffled hair I use her as her hips tremble as she attempts to keep a pace with my jack hammering hips.
Taking her deeper, harder faster I arch my back the rhythmic slap of my hips against her exposed ass fills the room, punctuated by heavy breath and her pleads. Hannah cries out with a scream of pleasure that I muffle by the pillow as I hold her face down while I feel her body quiver. I force myself as deep as possible into her and let her convulsions goad me. Relaxing I feel my shaft fill with cum and then explode deep into Hannah.
Her body rises and falls on deep heavy breaths as she mumbles, and groans face buried in the pillow. I hold her down only letting go when I feel every last drop of my climax has seeped deep into her.
Immediately I crash down on top of a breathless Hannah who falls across the bed extending her boot clad legs. Reaching up I pull the knot free from the base of her wrists and she hurriedly frees herself, the criss cross pattern of the pressure of the belt marks the skin of her wrists temporarily.
Hannah makes to pull softly away from me so I slip my sodden dick from her, falling on to my back alongside her on the bed. Rising a little she grabs my face two handed and kisses me passionately and deeply I smell alcohol still on her heavy breath and taste it as she kisses me. Pulling apart from our embrace breathlessly she grins at me "You've done that before haven't you?"
"No." I lie. "Inspiration took me."
Immediately I'm thinking again of her sister as I roll on top of Hannah accepting her warm wet kisses as she lays there exhausted and sated.
Chapter Two; S & M
The Club is quiet for a Friday; there's no explanation for it; just one of those things I guess. Although if I was being honest this isn't the first Friday night, or Saturday night recently that I've made excuses for the drop off in clientele. Immediately I surmise it's not that bad as I looking around, reconsidering not wanting to think of the lack of revenue and it's contribution to the fragile profit and loss of cash flow. We must be at least at sixty-five to seventy percent of capacity but there's a definite lack of footfall. Perhaps this justify my giving in to Jamie ahead of a couple of nights She had planned to attract new and returning clientele. I had realised that my reticence on the new or different ideas could be costly, and she had a knack of proving herself very persuasive when she wanted to.
The Dark Star had to be kept invigorated, has to evolve and keep ahead of the competition. Not that there was anywhere quite like this out there, not in this City and not for miles around. I'd been less open to Jamie's suggestion that the debauchery that was creating a name for the club on one hand was deterring casual customers on the other. I wasn't looking for casual.
The revenue would be down but at this moment as my hand slips around the waist of the dark haired, olive skinned girl stood before me I don't genuinely care. She, and her friend, were a casual I was looking for.
I watch as from dark red lips offset by husky skin she sips from a champagne flute her eyes fixed on me. "I can't believe you own this place ...that's so cool."
I flash a lopsided grin in reply "Has it's perks."
My eye line falls to the tall blonde in the gold halter neck top coupled with tight black trousers stood to her side at the bar as I perch there on a high legged stool. Struggling to remember which was Sasha and which was Millie. The two girls who are visiting the City as part of a girlie weekend apparently. They'd stumbled across the club purely by coincidence, looking for somewhere to appreciate their first night of two away from home.
