RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 41: FRIDA -

As soon as dinner ended, Frida pushed back her chair and left the table without a word.

The air inside the house felt charged, suffocating her in a haze of emotions Laz had stirred in her chest.

Staying there a second longer would mean losing control, and she couldn’t afford that, not tonight.

The cool Vegas night greeted her like a balm, the crisp air brushing against her flushed cheeks and calming the storm within.

Neon lights reflected in her wide eyes as she walked aimlessly through the bustling streets.

The city’s chaotic energy, the laughter, music, and flashing signs, felt like an invitation to forget.

Her feet carried her to a bar glowing under a sultry red neon sign. It promised escape and indulgence.

Biting her lip, she weighed her options. It had been months since she’d let herself truly unwind. "One drink," she murmured, stepping inside. "Just one."

The moment she crossed the threshold, she felt out of place.

The air was thick with smoke and the bass of sensual music reverberated through her chest.

Women dressed in tight dresses and leather jackets moved with confidence, their every glance alluring.

In her sweats and sneakers, she stuck out like a flame in the dark.

Her eyes darted to the bar, where a tall man with broad shoulders and messy dark hair polished a glass.

His gaze flicked to her, and a slow smirk spread across his lips. His voice was deep and teasing as he leaned closer. "What can I get you, princess?"

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He chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Just a vibe."

She rolled her eyes, scanning the menu.

Her finger hovered over the strongest drink listed, a name she couldn’t even pronounce. "That one," she said, ignoring his gaze.

His smirk faltered as he leaned closer, his eyes locking with hers. "Are you sure?" His tone softened, almost as if he were concerned.

"Yes," she replied firmly, folding her arms.

He poured the amber liquid into a glass and slid it toward her. "Bad day?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Frida avoided his gaze. "Just pour."

The first shot burned her throat, spreading warmth through her chest.

She downed another and giggled softly, the alcohol quickly dissolving her inhibitions. "More," she hiccuped, her lips tugging into a carefree smile.

By the third glass, the room spun, the vibrant lights melting into a kaleidoscope of colors.

She laughed, her voice carrying over the noise. "Why does he look at me like that?" she mumbled, the words slurring as her mind drifted to Laz. "Like he’s daring me to-"

She stopped mid-sentence and burst into laughter, the absurdity of her thoughts too much. "Oh, I need to pee," she announced, stumbling off the stool and weaving her way to the bathroom.

The restroom was dimly lit, the flickering bulb casting shadows over cracked tiles.

Frida leaned against the sink, splashing cold water on her flushed face.

Her reflection stared back at her, cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes hazy.

Then, she saw him.

A hooded figure emerged behind her in the mirror, his broad frame towering over her.

Her breath hitched as a large, warm hand covered her mouth, silencing her gasp.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. "It’s not time to scream yet."

Her wide eyes darted to his shadowed face, her pulse thundering in her ears.

He lifted something small and warm to her lips. "Chew," he commanded, his voice carrying an unspoken authority.

Her lips parted, and she obeyed, the sweet morsel melting on her tongue.

The rich frosting coated her senses, and without thinking, she licked his fingers clean. A low chuckle escaped him, the sound dark and indulgent.

"See?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. "It tastes good."

She tried to turn, but his large hands gently held her in place, his body pressing her against the cool porcelain sink. "Who... who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

His scent, a blend of spice and musk, enveloped her, heady and intoxicating.

Daringly, she tilted her head, her lips brushing the underside of his jaw.

His skin was warm, his taste faintly salty with a hint of sweetness lingering from the frosting.

"You’re breaking the rules," he murmured darkly, his tone sending shivers down her spine.

With swift precision, he tied a silk ribbon around her mouth, muffling her protests. Another ribbon secured her wrists, the soft fabric biting lightly into her skin.

"Bad girls deserve to be punished," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Her breath hitched as he revealed a pink-and-white vibrator, its soft hum filling the silence.

He trailed it along her neck, the vibrations teasing her sensitive skin. Her body arched instinctively, her breaths shallow and uneven.

The device descended, tracing her collarbone and the neckline of her sweatshirt.

Her nipples hardened, straining against the fabric of her bra as the vibrations teased her.

Heat pooled between her thighs, and she squirmed, her body pleading for more.

He did it once...then twice...

He gently trailed its pink and white sparkly form from her neck to the neck line of her top.

He rested it on her breast and she felt the vibration through her bra, especially on her nipple.

The vibrator descended down her belly and she was restless the only thing holding her up was his tall frame against her back.

He used it to trace the outline of her sweat pants, she was a panting .

He dipped into her sweat pants and it rested on her panties she felt his warm large hands rest on her hips "Fuck you are gorgeous." He whispered just as the vibrator slipped between her legs and hit heaven.

She moaned with need " as he rubbed in the bridge of the thin panties material.

He maneuvered her panties out of the way somehow and rubbed the vibrator against the flesh of her pussy lips focusing on her clit, she leaned forward holding the edge of the sink for mercy.

Her moans a testament of the great pleasure he attested in her "Oh my God please." She trembled

His hand rested on her breast cupping it so gently a contrast to vibration between her legs she arched "Open your legs." He whispered hoarsely.

And she did "Wider." Her legs were shaking just as she opened it wider it hit a sensitive spot.

She bent deeper toward the sink pressing up against him.

"Please... oh" She cried with muffled sounds..

"Please what?" He deep voice touch her brain in all the right places.

"please make me cum." She cried.

And he smirked "As you wish."

He placed the vibrator with pressure on her clit moving in circles.

Hot liquid flowed down her thighs as his finger slipped in her tightness and it moved with an ungodly speed she choked on a sob.

Staring at her dim reflection in the public bathroom mirror.

She came her whole body trembling holding unto the sink with a tight grip.

"Fuck!" the curse slipped out of her mouth as her legs gave out.

She was panting just as a knock sounded on the door he swept her off her feet and walked out of the bathroom.