Free Dark Desire (Erotic Short Story) by J. A. Bailey

Dark
Desire
    Jess glanced at the
paper in her hand, and then at the room door. This was the right number. Was
she really going to go through with this?
    Taking a gulp of
air, she steeled herself before smoothing down her short black dress. She felt
self-conscious - it was rare she wore anything so revealing, but if there was
ever a night to wear the dress that had been sitting in the back of her
wardrobe for ages, then this was it.
    Hastily, she
stuffed the slip of paper back into her bag and knocked before her courage
deserted her.
    “Enter.” A man’s
voice reverberated through the door. Deep and gruff, it sent a shiver to her
toes.
    Tentatively, she
pushed open the door and stepped inside. She blinked in the dark, her pupils
going wide as she adjusted to the transition from light to dark. Only the
silvered light of the night filtered in through the partially open blinds that
covered the large window at the back of the room.
    Initially she
wondered if she had been hearing things and was alone, but as her eyes adjusted
she made out the figure of a man sitting in one corner. She jumped as she spied
him, her heart hammering in her chest. He was large - as near as she could tell
in the dark - with broad shoulders that stuck out in stark contrast to the
light behind him.
    Jess was rooted to
the spot, completely paralysed by anticipation and the slight hum of
apprehension. She knew she must have looked a fool but she was unsure of what
to do next. Should she approach him? He had said nothing since she entered.
Just - she assumed - watched her.
    The stranger
shifted in his seat. She could hear the creak of leather and the rustle of
clothes.
    “Take off your
dress,” he demanded hoarsely.
    Licking her lips,
she nodded, not confident that her voice would work if she attempted to speak.
Glancing wildly around, she spied a console table to one side and she placed
her bag on it before scurrying back to her original position. Slowly, she
worked the zip of her dress down as far as she could before slipping it from
her shoulders. With a wriggle, she pushed it down her hips until it pooled on
the floor. She stepped out of her heels at the same time, grateful not to have
to wobble on them any longer.
    She heard a sharp
intake of breath and she was sure he muttered something under his breath. ‘Good
God’ perhaps?
    Jess was unsure how
much he could actually see in the meagre light, but as she flicked a look down
her body, she could see that the thin strips of light highlighted her body in
all the right places. She fidgeted in her black corset, wondering what he
thought of it.
    It was perhaps tame
compared to what some women wore, but with its tight cinching that caused her
breasts to swell over the top and its matching black lace knickers, it was the
most daring thing she had ever worn. Jess was more of a cotton underwear type
of girl and generally chose comfort over style, but she was glad that she had
picked this out for tonight. It made her feel glamorous and sexy.
    The tiny hairs on
her body stood on end as he sat there, her heart hammering in her ears. She
tried to stand as sexily as she could but she felt awkward in the gulf of
silence.  After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again.
    “Turn around.”
    Jess turned and
although she heard him approach, it still made her jump when she felt his hot
breath brushing over her ear. He didn’t touch her, just stood close enough so
that the heat of his body seemed to invade hers, thickening the air about her.
His scent filled her nostrils, a mixture of soap and pure male musk.
    “You’re beautiful,”
he murmured in her ear before bringing a finger up to trace over her bare arm.
    She shuddered,
feeling more beautiful than ever before under this strange man’s attentions.
    The finger felt
rough, as if it belonged to a man that worked with his hands, and it continued
to dance over her skin in small circular motions. He persisted upwards,
brushing all the way to where her shoulder