(A huge thanks to all of my friends and Literotica Editors who helped me with this story! For those of you who enjoyed reading the first story, I hope you like the sequel!!)
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It'd been four months. Four fucking long months since Airis had seen Aslynn. Ever since the incident in the alley, she hasn't been back to The King's Sword. He shouldn't be surprised. It was foolish of him to think she'd return after he'd brutally raped her.
Technically, he hadn't popped her cherry, but he had been the first man to fuck her little pussy and break in her tight rosebud. He'd always fantasized about taking a woman's forbidden hole and he'd wanted to claim hers since the first time he saw her. It'd felt like heaven. Buried in her velvety depths had felt sinfully good. Even more perversely, her cries of pain only fueled his hunger. She'd fought desperately to get away, but in the end, she'd managed to help drive his steel rod deeper into her puckered hole. He'd fucked her with powerful, relentless thrusts, reveling in her warmth as he sought for release. It'd been intense. He'd never been so aggressive with a woman before and his engorged cock, unbridled rage and primal lust had been to blame.
Seeing her with Landen that night at the bar had clawed at his insides. She hadn't glanced in his direction once, but he was positive she'd only brought the douche bag there to fuck with him. When he'd left the club, his temper was still boiling. It had been building all night. He still couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to leave with that guy. When he'd rounded the corner and saw Landen attacking Aslynn in his car, a wild beast that he hadn't known existed broke free. There was no way in hell he'd stand by and watch her get raped. Ironic, considering a few moments later he'd ripped into her body, greedily taking her any way he'd desired.
Those first few nights after she'd disappeared had been nerve-wracking. At any moment, he expected men in blue uniforms to cuff him and haul his ass off to jail. He had committed a crime, but each night passed without incident. He was completely baffled. Why hadn't she turned him in? The evidence was dripping out of her freshly-fucked asshole. She could have ruined his life. She still had the power to.
He's surprised she's still etched in his mind. Somehow she's managed to creep under his skin. Not only is the sex incredible but even her personality turns him on. She harnesses the perfect blend of feistiness and innocence, and she can hold her own when she needs to. He's never met anyone like her, and she could be lying dead in a gutter for all he knows. The thought buzzes around in his head like a fly on steroids and there's nothing he can do to kill it.
He has no clue where she lives. Oliver has a case of amnesia whenever Airis mentions her name, and he has a better chance of winning the lottery than figuring out her damn phone number. What would he even say to her? 'Hi, sorry I raped you, but can I see you again?'
"Airis! Quit daydreaming and finish stocking the beer! We open in five minutes!"
He snapped back to reality as his buddy, Frank, yells at him from across the bar. He glances down. He's been so lost in thought that he's been wiping the same spot on the countertop for at last 10 minutes. He needs to get a grip.
Since it's Friday night, the club is quickly filling up with thirsty customers. They're like a pack of wild dogs, barking at him to serve them alcohol. Airis sighs as he goes through the motions... Take the order, pour the drink, collect the cash. He does this over and over, but tonight is different. Those three simple tasks are more complicated to complete than solving a rubix cube.
He slams the cabinet door shut and chucks another broken shot glass into the trash. He's spilled at least half a dozen bottles of beers and keeps mixing the wrong brands of liquor into a handful of cocktails. A Bloody Mary infused with whiskey and gin tastes about as good as spoiled milk soaking in the hot sun.
"Airis! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do your damn job!" his boss, Andrew, shouts over the blaring music and rowdy crowd.
"Sorry," he huffs, running a hand through his hair. He can't help it. His concentration is shot, all because of Aslynn. Every night, he keeps an eye out for her, hoping she'll show up at the bar. It's become a terrible habit that he can't seem to break.
Rinsing out a dirty glass, the rhythmic sound of heels approach the bar. Shit. He tries to turn away but he's not fast enough.
"Mmm, Airis! You look delicious!" Stacy, one of his customer's purrs as she saunters up to the counter. A potent cloud of perfume fills the air and Airis has to hold his breath to keep from drowning in the stench. What'd she do, douse her whole body with the overpowering spray? Before he'd met Aslynn, he'd had a two week fling with Stacy. He doesn't know what saw in the girl. The sex had been pitiful. Plus, everything about her is fake. Her voice, her tits, her blonde hair and even her knockoff Coach purse.
She eyes him up and down, studying him through narrowed eyes. "Although, you have looked a bit disheveled these past few weeks."
Airis runs his hand down his face, feeling a scruffy bit of stubble along his jaw line. It's been days since he's shaved. He hadn't even noticed until now. Glancing in the rectangle mirror that lines the bar behind the counter, he's taken off guard by his appearance. His dark brown hair is messier than usual, he has dark circles underneath his eyes and his clothes are wrinkled and worn.
"Don't worry, baby, I like the rugged look. Very masculine," She comments in a sultry voice, hopping onto a bar stool. She licks her lips before innocently reaching forward, picking at the sleeve of his T-shirt. "You have such a great body, baby. It looks even better naked."
Airis rolls his eyes.
"God! Why are you acting this way? You used to be happy to see me. You used to sweet talk any girl who walked through the door. Now it's like you've switched teams or something."
He ignores her remark and mixes her drink.
Just as he starts passing Stacy her usual 'Sex On The Beach' he catches a glimpse of Aslynn. His blue eyes widen in surprise. He's so distracted that he knocks over the girl's drink, spilling the pink-colored cocktail all over her white miniskirt.
"Shit. Here are some napkins." He mumbles, shoving a few in her face before abandoning his place behind the counter. He can hear his boss cursing at him in the background but he disappears into the dense crowd.
Airis scans the room. Was it really her or has he officially lost his mind? Compelled to find her, he pushes past an unruly group of party-goers, coming to a halt when he sees her sitting by the dance floor. She's all alone. Perfect.
His eyes feast on the woman before him. She even more beautiful than he remembers and his cock springs to life at the mere sight of her. She has a bright smile on her face and she looks happy. Her long, raven-colored hair is woven into a loose braid and draped over her bare shoulder.
She's wearing a revealing black lace dress that clings to her curves like a second skin and flows freely at the hem. As she crosses her tan legs and leans forward, her tits strain against the thin material of her top. They look like they're going to spill out over the neckline. Squinting against the flashing strobe light, he can see her little nipples poke against the sheer fabric. God. He remembers just how soft her breasts felt in his hands and how stiff he could make her nipples with just one flick his thumb. One caress always solicited a startled gasp or an involuntary moan.
"Aslynn."
She stirs her drink, blatantly ignoring him.
Huh, he thought to himself, he used to intimidate her. He thought she'd be terrified to see him. Instead, she seems completely unaffected by his presence.
"Aslynn..."
"What do you want, Airis?" she asks. Her voice is cold as she snaps her head around. Her dark brown eyes burn into his like smoldering black coals. They are filled with disdain.
"The night in the alley--"
"Meant nothing. So fuck off," she replies, dismissing him with a scowl on her face.
