PART ONE: GRACE

“Grace, can you finish up with Andrew while I do the closing paperwork?” Carol asked.

She was the lead physical therapist in the office and if she said jump, I asked how high. Not that working with Andrew was a hardship. He was by far the hottest patient we saw. Broad, hard, dark hair, and blue eyes that were constantly teasing me—taunting me.

“Sure thing.” I tried for casual tone, but the high pitch gave away my nerves and when I went to where he sat on the table, his smirk let me know that he knew I was affected.

“He’s got exercises in the workout room. He knows what he has to do,” Grace said, staring pointedly at Andrew.

“Awe, c’mon, Doc. You know I wouldn’t skip out on those calf raises.”

She just shook her head and disappeared into her office.

When Andrew stood, he towered over me, so close I could feel his heat. He leaned over to grab his arm braces and I jerked back, looking anywhere but at him. I turned and headed to the room, ignoring the low laugh coming from behind me.

Yeah, he knew how he affected me. He knew he was hot and had every female drooling over him. But I was an intern at the office in my senior year of college and needed to stay professional.

He set his braces aside and walked the last few feet to the machine. Andrew had been a fixture in this office for almost nine years now. He’d been in a car accident that had caused paralysis in his lower body, but he’d apparently been a miracle with how much mobility he got back over the years.

“Grace, you’ve been here a month, when are you going to finally cave to my charms?”

“You’re a patient, Mr. Fields.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’m Mr. Fields now? Last week I was Andrew. I think you even said it all breathy when you had to stretch my legs and I told you how beautiful I thought you were.”

Remembering his deep voice rumbling the compliment flooded my face with a blush I knew he couldn’t miss.

“Did you forget my boyfriend?” More heat bloomed at the pseudo lie.

“Did you forget I don’t care about that jerk?”

I ignored his comment and nodded to the machine, reminding him to do his work. He narrowed his eyes, but complied.

Ryan, my boyfriend, had come in last week to pick me up and complained for every minute past seven I’d had to stay. Andrew had mocked him behind his back, making everyone in the office laugh.

Andrew huffed out his last set. He had almost all his mobility back, but his legs were never going to be normal twenty-five year old legs. His upper body more than made up for any muscle he may have been missing in his legs. Not that they were lacking muscle by any means.

He gestured for me to get his leg braces and I walked them over. When I reached out to give them to him, his hand covered mine. My breath halted in my lungs as I took in his rough fingers against my slim smooth ones. My skin was only marginally darker than his tan ones, but I loved the contrast. He’d told me I was my very own melting pot with my French-Dutch-Italian-African heritage.

“Grace.” My name came from his lips like a caress—like a demand to look at him. And when I did, I was unable to pretend anymore.

“We broke up,” I whispered.

One side of his mouth ticked up and his blue eyes darkened. “I’m not surprised. He wasn’t good enough.” He sat up tall and his thumb moved gently to stroke the underside of my wrist. “If he was, you wouldn’t have been staring and wanting me as much as I want you.”

He had no idea what I wanted. He had no clue how hard it was for me not to bury my fingers in his dark hair and tip his head back so I could suck on his lips. He had no idea how long it’d been since I’d felt the rush of desire I felt when I was just near him.

Maybe it was that very same desire flooding my veins. Maybe it was the way his thumb stroked back and forth that ignited a boldness in me that had been lying dormant. I didn’t know what it was, but the words out of my mouth shocked us both and I didn’t regret a single one.

“You’ve been talking and flirting all month, Andrew. But I think that’s all it is—talk.”

He stood then and I held my ground, looking up, daring him to do I didn’t know what. Holding my stare, he walked the few steps to ease down on the mat where I would stretch him. The tension pulled tighter and tighter and I waited for it to snap, for the explosion that had been brewing since he first flirted burned us to ash.

Leaning back on his elbows, he winked and issued his own challenge. “Why don’t you find out.”

I inhaled as deep as possible and let it out on shaky exhale, moving to my knees by his side. As soon as I laid my hand on his legs, the muscles twitched like electricity flowed between us. I stretched his knee to his chest and back, massaging his lower thigh after a few reps. His stare burned me the entire time until I was damn near panting.

Each pass, the heat grew until it burned down my chest and into my core. When I went to rub his leg on the next rep, I moved my fingers a little higher, holding my breath for him to say he was just kidding and report me to Carol.

I was almost half way up his thigh, trying to not stare at his cock under his athletic pants, wondering if my touch was effecting him. I didn’t want to look because I didn’t want to find out I didn’t turn him on.

His muscle under my palm contracting was the only warning I had before he sat up and gripped my face in his hands and held me still so he could take. And take he did. His lips devoured mine, nipped at the top and then the bottom, soothing the pinch with a lick that had me opening my mouth. Without any hesitation he dove in and our tongues tangled. I held still, trying to not fall over top of him, trying to not climb over his lap and rub against him like a cat in heat.

His fingers dug into my hair, loosening my ponytail and tugged me back, only leaving enough space for our gasping bodies to claim each other’s air. His other hand was back on my wrist, urging my hand higher and higher until his hard length rested in my palm.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. He was huge, like porn star huge.

“I know,” he said in the only arrogant way Andrew could and still be irresistible. “Do you feel what you do to me?” His tongue snaked out to flick at my lips and I tried to jerk forward to capture it, but he held me in place. “Does this feel like all talk?”

A small part of my brain put up a weak fight. “I just broke up with my boyfriend. You’re a patient. This is wrong.” Each argument felt weaker than the last.

And they vanished when his hand no longer had to hold mine to his length and moved to my chest, brushing my hard nipple with his knuckles. He groaned when my hand tightened on his length, giving in to the urge to stroke up and up and back down.

“No,” he said easily to my protests. “You deserve this. Did he make you feel like this?” He asked, his fingers finding my hard bud even through my shirt and bra and playing with it.

I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth. I swallowed the plea for more and shook my head.

Andrew kissed down my jaw to my neck and over to my ear, constantly rolling and tugging at my nipple. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispered against my ear. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

I would have agreed to fucking him right there at that moment. I would have agreed to anything.

“Okay.”

He pulled back, his smile victorious, and lightly brushed across my breast before pulling away from the now tender tip. “Do you trust me?”

I’d only known him a month, and as much as he flirted and joked, I knew he was a good man. “Yes.”

“Good. I’m going to take you somewhere.”

I didn’t know where that was, but judging by the devious glint in his eye, I was in for one hell of a ride.

PART TWO: ANDREW

“Where are we going?”

“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Oh, God. This was a mistake.”

Grace was a rambling mess from the passenger seat. She would ask one question after the next without giving me a chance to answer.

It was adorable. She was adorable. But I’d been watching her since she started a month ago and there was something about her that called to me. Something that screamed “I want to be a bad girl. I have it in me. Just pull it out.”

And that was what I’d been doing. Slowly flirting more and more each day, hoping to break her down.

The way her hand inched up my thigh tonight showed me a crack in her restraint, so I took the opportunity to bust through the like the Kool-Aid man. What I’d found on the other side still had me hard as we made our way to Voyeur.

She’d changed her shirt into some creamy silky top that rested over her breasts, alluding to the curves I couldn’t wait to devour. Her long wavy hair hung down her back, begging me to bury my hand and take control.

“Andrew. This is a mistake.”

“Grace. It’s not.”

She growled her frustration at my easy rebuttal. She was out of her mind if she thought I was letting her rescind her agreement to just one date.

“Why don’t you take a breath and relax. We’re almost there.”

“Where is there?”

“Voyeur.”

“Isn’t that the gentlemen’s club?”

“No. It’s a women and gentlemen’s club.”

“Wha—what happens there?”

I smiled at her, her golden eyes widening at the dirty smirk I gave. “Everything.”

“Oh.” Her full lips parted enough to breath the word and I wanted to dive in and taste the natural pout she always had.

“Just keep an open mind.”

“I can do that.”

“Tell me, Grace. What’s your fantasy?”

“What?”

“What do you think about when you play with your pussy.”

Even in the dim lighting of the car I could see her swallow before she looked away.

“Freaky stuff,” I guessed. She jerked around, her mouth open about to spew the denial we both knew was a lie and I spoke before she could. “It’s okay. I like the freaky stuff too.”

She stayed quiet the rest of the ride. She was out of questions when I walked her in straight to the owner, Daniel’s, office to have her sign an NDA. I’d messaged my brother, Jackson, beforehand to make sure it was okay I brought her.

“No judgement about anything you see,” I warned. 

She nodded her head and I leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her mouth, sipping from her lips to help calm her nerves. Her spine softened and she leaned into me.

“Let’s get a drink.”

I walked her through the wooden tables and leather armchairs to the bar along the back wall. She took in the people lingering around; men with women on their laps, women making out in the back corner, men dancing like it was sex on the floor.

She took it all in without saying anything and I worried I’d pushed too far, except I could see the way her nipples hardened under her silk cami. I grabbed us each a stool and ordered.

“How do you know about this place?” she asked with a drink in hand.

“My brother works here and is now a part-owner.”

“Oh.”

She took it in and sipped from her glass, and thanked the gods that Jackson had landed this job, which gave me the perks of a cheaper membership and all the fantasies I could ever want.

“Look over there,” I gestured behind her, shifting her in her stool before tugging it back between my legs. I brushed the thick waves if her hair to the side and breathed in her silky skin waiting for her to see it.

She gasped and I knew she was looking at what I wanted her to see. A woman sat in a man’s lap with other men gathered around in their leather armchairs watching as the couple fooled around.

It was subtle, as always out on the floor. The real show was in the back rooms.

“Do you see his hand up her skirt?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I bet the man next to them can see his fingers moving in and out of her.” She leaned back against me where I could feel her body rise and all over her quick breaths. She whimpered when the man tugged the woman’s top aside and bared her breast before leaning down to suck on her nipple—to flick it with his tongue.

I moved my hand to Grace’s hip and squeezed. She stiffened but didn’t tell me to stop as I moved to her abdomen and fingered the waist band on her pants. “If I touched your pussy, would I find it wet?”

She didn’t answer, but squirmed in her seat. Her pulse fluttered at her neck and I pressed my lips there, loving the way her head fell to the side, giving me more room.

“Do you like to watch?” I asked, creeping my hand in between her legs. She wore some stretchy pants and it gave me perfect access.

“Yes,” she breathed, pleasing me with her honesty.

“This place,” I whispered into her ear as I pushed past the lace of her panties. “It’s like live porn. Out here, it’s subtle. But in the back…” my fingers swiped past her clit and pushed into her wet opening. “The back is vulgar and dirty and raunchy and everything you could ever want to see.”

The woman on the man’s lap now had another man behind her who’s hand was moving under her shirt, playing with her nipple.

Grace rocked her hips, fucking my hand. I wasn’t even sure she realized she was doing it.

“Are you a dirty girl? Do you want raunchy?”

I moved my other hand to her waist, slipping it up her shirt to mimic what the threesome across the room was doing. “Andrew. Please.”

“I bet someone is watching you right now. Watching you ride my hand, desperate to come. Watching you fall deeper and deeper with the more you see.”

“Oh, god.” She rolled her head to the side to search the room, but I shifted her head back to the couple.

“Don’t. Don’t look away. Watch them until you gush all over my fingers.”

It only took a few swipes of my thumb across her clit and rolling her tiny bud between my fingers before she was coming. She lifted her palm to her mouth to hold back her cries, but I could feel the vibrations of her moans against my body and I couldn’t wait to hear them aloud soon.

When her pussy stopped clenching my fingers I tugged them out holding them in front of her face to see how wet they were.

“You’re a messy girl, Grace.”

She looked away, but I turned her back to face me so she could watch me lick every sweet, juicy drop from my fingers.

“Are you ready for the real show.”

“Hell, yes.”

“Thank God, because my cock’s about to bust through my pants to get to you.”

Her eyes dropped to where my pants tented and smiled.

“Proud of yourself.”

She went for an innocent shrug, but the way she bit her lip and almost burned me with the heat in her eyes, I knew she was happy with how hard I was. I knew she was eager for more.

I led her to the iPads along the back wall and showed her how to make a selection of a performance she wanted to see. Her jaw dropped at the selection from dry humping to gang bangs to BDSM at its most extreme.

“Look away,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kept looking over her shoulder as she perused the options but eventually decided. “Now what?”

“Now, we wait. It shouldn’t take long. They just need to prepare for whatever naughty thing you selected and we’ll be notified via a vibration from my bracelet.”

“How long is not long?”

“Ten minutes, maybe.”

Her eyes flicked side to side before pushing me back into a darkened corner behind a fake plant.

“Can I do this? Is it allowed?”

I cocked a brow. “What is this?”

“This,” she said as she dropped to her knees, her hands going to my belt. I’d changed into jeans before we left the office, but as she struggled to get my dick out, I wished I would have stayed in athletic pants so I could jerk them down for easy access.

I moaned when her hand wrapped around my length and pulled me free. “Fuck, Grace.”

“Is this okay?”

“Hell yeah.” We were secluded enough. Even if we weren’t I wasn’t sure I could stop her.

Her tongue peeking out to flick the precum from my slit was the only warning I had before she took as much of me as she could into her mouth, not stopping until I bumped the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck. Grace.”

She gripped me at the base and sucked me hard and fast. After the tease of watching the couple and feeling her tight cunt on my fingers, I wasn’t going to last. I did my best to support myself with my arm braces, but managed to work a hand into her hair, thrusting my hips. I couldn’t help it, she felt so warm, so wet.

“Grace, I’m gonna come.”

She pulled off and looked up at me. This dirty girl with golden eyes over innocent freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was beautiful. “Good. Fuck my mouth and come down my throat. I want to taste you.”

She moved her hands to the wall behind me at my hips and opened to take me all in. Once the shock of her order wore off, my fist clenched in her hair and I moved her how I wanted. She didn’t fight me, even when I held her down. “More. Take more of me. Breathe through your nose and take me down your throat.”

As soon as I pushed past that barrier the fire burned down my spine and erupted. The first shot of cum went straight down her throat, but she said she wanted to taste me, so I pulled her back. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” I barely got the words out as another rope of white cum landed where we both wanted. I jerked my cock and thought I may black out from pleasure as I watched my release pool on her tongue.

When I could breathe again, I ordered her to swallow and she did without hesitation.

“I need to sit down.”

“Your legs. Are they okay?”

I’d gained most of the feeling back in my legs, but they were still weak and gave out sometimes. But this had nothing to do with my paralysis.

“My whole body is shaking from the way you sucked my cock. You’re going to kill me.”

“Just wait for the show. We’ll see if you survive.”

PART THREE: GRACE

“Look at this,” Andrew said behind me.

We’d walked into a room that looked like a small living room with a couch, a chair, an end table with a lamp and a wall full of lube, condoms, and sexy toys. Just like any other living room. Including the wall of glass, that I was told could only be viewed one way, with an office set up beyond holding a man and a women.

“My girl has an office fetish.”

My heart beat a little harder at the ‘my girl’ comment. This was a one date thing. I wasn’t his girl I tried to remind myself.

Andrew fell back on the couch, setting aside his arm braces and looked my body up and down. “Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

How I could be shocked by his demands with the taste of his cum still on my tongue, I didn’t know.

“I’m going to fuck you, Grace. And I want to do that with nothing between us.”

“We can have sex in here?”

“We can do whatever we want in here.” He took off his own shirt and undid his pants again, pulling out his ridiculously thick cock, but leaving his pants on.

“Grace,” he said, pulling my gaze away from his hand sliding up and down his length.

“Right, clothes.” I tugged my camisole over my head and my nipples pebbled against the cool air.

“Fucking fabulous.” Each compliment made me want to be bolder and I became eager to get naked in front of him just to see his reaction.

I had just begun tugging my pants down my legs when the couple beyond the glass wall started the scene. I hadn’t known what to expect when I’d stood in front of the iPads, but he’d said it was like porn, so I picked something I liked.

“You were late again this morning, Miss Forbes.”

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you said last time. Do you remember what I said would happen if you disappointed me again?”

“Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Miss Forbes, your panties please.”

I was so entranced by the woman sliding her panties off under her skirt and the man breathing them in that I jumped when hands landed on my hips and pulled me back to him. Andrew tugged my pants down the rest of the way, leaving me facing the scene of the woman standing to bend over her boss’s desk and moving her skirt up to her waist.

“Step,” Andrew ordered.

Once my pants were cleared, a sharp pain exploded against my bottom. I looked over my shoulder to Andrew’s smirking, unapologetic face. “Did you just bite me?”

“Your ass is a juicy peach, I had to have a taste.”

The first crack of sound had us both looking at the scene. The woman was bent over the desk with the man spanking her.

“Oh, hell yes, Grace,” Andrew said before standing. His semi hard cock brushed against my stomach and the teasing smile left his mouth as he looked down on me. His eyes looked hard and delicious. They looked like a promise of making my fantasies come true.

“Bend over the couch, Miss Kennedy. Now,” he ordered when I didn’t move fast enough.

He followed me behind the couch and moved me how he wanted me to go, my chest against the back, my ass sticking up for whatever he wanted.

“Does my girl want to be spanked because she’s a bad girl.”

“No.” It wasn’t true, but it was the automatic response that fell from my lips.

The sound erupted in the room before the stinging pain spread.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped.

“Are you lying?”

“No,” I whimpered.

Another lie that earned me another slap. The heat burned and spread between my legs.

He delivered three quick slaps before smoothing his palms over the hot skin and slipping past my asshole and pushing deep into my pussy.

“So fucking wet. You can pretend you don’t want this, but your cunt says otherwise.”

The couple beyond the mirror blurred beyond the blinding pleasure Andrew created with his hands. He alternated between hard and soft slaps and fingering me until I was on thee edge of coming just to pull back again.

“Andrew, please. Please,” I begged.

“Not until I’m inside you.”

“Yes. I want you inside me. Now.”

He lifted me up and pulled me around the couch where he sat down and tugged me on top of him. Sometime while I was lost in my own haze of pleasure, he’d lost his pants.

For a man who had lost mobility in his legs, they still looked strong and capable, despite the scars from countless surgeries. He cleared his throat and I looked up his eight pack abs to his downcast eyes.

The arrogant Andrew, ashamed of nothing was embarrassed by his scars. I lifted his chin until he was looking at me. “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Grace—“

“Your head’s too big to make me believe anything other than you think you’re a god. And looking at you now—all of you—I don’t think I can argue. You look pretty God-like with all these muscles.”

His lips quirked up. “God-like, eh?”

“Shut up,” I said, smiling before plucking the condom from his fingers. Tearing the package open with my teeth, I slowly slid it over his cock. “You promised to fuck me. Now do it.”

“Yes, ma’am. I can’t wait to make those tits bounce for me.”

His arms flexed when he gripped my waist and lifted me. I positioned his head at my opening and he thrust up and pushed me down all at once.

He was so big, it hurt and I cried out.

“You okay?” he asked, holding still.

“No, and I won’t be until I come on your cock.”

“Goddamn, woman.”

One hand thrust into my hair and he pulled me down to devour my mouth. He ate every moan and whimper of pleasure. He was relentless in fucking me and when he would slow down, I would rock harder, grinding my clit against him.

He released my mouth, but only to move to my breast and suck on my nipple. I held him close and inched my way closer to orgasm. My bronze skin lay against his tan muscles and I loved the contrast. I wished their was a mirror so I could see us wrapped around each other and feasting on each others pleasure.

“Fuck, Grace. These tits. I can’t get enough of these little brown nipples. They’re perfect.”

He nipped at each bud before sitting back and holding me steady as he fucked up into me, watching my breasts bounce with each move.

His thumb slid down between my folds and rubbed hard against my clit.

“I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes. Yes.”

Somewhere behind us other moans rang loud, but they were nothing compared to the growl of pleasure from him and my screaming orgasm. Chills broke out across both our skin and we shuddered, rocking into each other until the last wave ebbed.

I collapsed on his chest and tried to catch my breath, enjoying the feel of his big arms holding me close.

“You know, Daniel tried to get me to work here forever and I had to keep turning him down.”

A burst of laughter broke free. Only Andrew would say that while he was still inside me. I sat up and looked down into his smiling blue eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Something about my amazing cock and wheelchair fantasies.”

“Oh, my god,” I laughed.

“I know, it’s crazy. As soon as I got this bad boy up and running agin, he was at my door begging me to perform.”

I slapped his shoulder and his smile finally broke free before he leaned forward to flick my nipple with his tongue.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m yours.”

“Andrew…You said one date.” I tried to remind him—remind myself—because the way heart thundered at the idea of having more of him would hurt if he took it away.

“About that…I lied,” he stated without apology.

“What?”

“So as soon as you hop off my dick, I’m going to take you to dinner so we can talk about our relationship.”

I opened my mouth to ask more questions, but he pulled me down and kissed me into silence. “Just go with it, Grace.”

“Okay.”

“Is this going to make physical therapy awkward? Are you going to want to stroke my cock every appointment now? Because I’m not opposed to that.”

I slid off his lap and got dressed, laughing the whole time.

Who knew just one date would turn into a lifetime of laughter.