They left the club. His hand still holding her arm, Charlotte and this strange man walked across the small parking lot. As they neared his car, a long black sedan, she suddenly realized she didn't even know his name.
"I'm Charlotte." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know your name. I've been watching you for far longer than tonight my sweet." He answered just as softly.
" And who are you?" She asked, a little more frightened at his revelation.
"My name is Damen." He answered. They spoke no more until they were inside the backseat of his car. Charlotte watched through the darkened window as another form walked up to the car and sat in the front seat behind the wheel.
"And I am Kristoff." Said the other man as he turned to face her. Charlotte instantly recognized him as the man with long dark ponytail from across the club. Inside the car, with the interior light still on, Charlotte could now see that his hair was black. His eyes as they burned into her flesh, were a deep silvery blue.
As she sat in the back seat next to Damen, her mind raced. 'What have I gotten myself into?' She thought. Her body was humming, she could see the lust in Damen's green eyes every time she let her gaze wander to his. The same lust and desire were mirrored in Kristoff's eyes as he watched from the rear view mirror.
She jerked away slightly when she felt his hand on her knee. He moved his strong hand slowly up her thigh to the hem of her skirt. She put her hand over his to stop him.
"No, no. None of that. You are mine now." Damen said as he continued his movements up her thigh under the thin skirt. Charlotte's breath caught in her throat as his hand moved over the top of the stocking and made contact with her bare flesh. She realized she had quit resisting this man. The feel of his hand on her skin made her whole body light up in arousal. She hissed in a breath as his finger ran up and down her soaking slit through her flimsy thong underwear. After a few moments her hips were rocking into his hand. She needed more.
His fingers moved the thin fabric to the side and with no warning he shoved two fingers deep inside her hot warmth. She cried out as he penetrated her. Her hips bucking against his hand. She was so close to the edge.
"More." She cried out.
"Are you going to cum for me, my sweetling?" Damen whispered deeply in her ear.
"Yes." She responded riding his fingers still. With that he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her bra and top. His teeth grazed it and Charlotte screamed her pleasure as she came on his hand. The waves of pleasure crashing over her. She watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her. His eyes closed as her taste flowed over his lips.
"We're here." Kristoff said from the front seat.
As Charlotte composed herself and fixed her clothing, she looked out the window at the house they had arrived at. Mansion was actually a better word for it. It was huge. At least three stories high. Tall columns in front covered a beautiful front porch and held up a second floor balcony. This place was amazing. she thought to herself as she examined it.
Damen exited the car and pulled her to her feet. They walked toward the front door as Kristoff walked on her other side. As they reached the door Charlotte thought about the evening so far and fear suddenly filled her. Quickly she turned and tried to run. She had taken less than ten steps and ran solidly into Kristoff's chest. She was very confused. With no idea how he had gotten in front of her she looked up into her face.
"Are you wondering what I am?" He said in a deep husky voice.