But whatever tantalizing thoughts are going through her head in that moment are quickly washed away when I open the door and reveal the luxurious room, beyond. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she steps past me and into the room. I stay close behind her, allowing the door to shut when we’re both inside.
“Wow…” she exhales, excitedly. She makes her way around the room, touching and admiring everything she passes.
“You like it?” I ask.
“Everything looks so expensive.”
If she only knew…
“Money can’t buy class.”
“But it can buy a lot…”
She smiles up at me with a devious little look in her eye. The subtext is obvious, but it doesn’t come as any surprise to me. She’s the kind of girl that would be open to a quid-pro-quo type of arrangement. And if she’d met me a few months earlier, I might have even entertained the idea of one.
“How about we start with another drink,” I suggest, not giving her the satisfaction of responding directly to her suggestion. “Another vodka martini?”
She gives a quick look at the ground, as though embarrassed, then gives me a quick smile and nod as she brushes strands of her blonde hair back behind one ear. I set out two martini glasses on the minibar while she continues looking around my private sanctuary—the place where I do all of my dark deeds.
Well… most of them.
Chapter 2
Calvin
She takes one of the martinis from me as I settle onto the black, leather couch next to her. Our eyes remain locked on each other as we take our first drinks. The vodka is expensive, and goes down like water. It’s almost a shame that she’s so distracted by me that she probably doesn’t even notice.
“So, is this where you bring all of the girls?” she asks, after lowering her glass.
“Only the special ones.”
A smile spreads across her face—now that we’re alone, she’s not even trying to play it cool, anymore.
“I’m special?”
“You’re hot.”
She rolls her eyes, but in a playful way.
“That’s all you got?”
I lean in closer to her, until there’s less than six inches between us.
“That’s why you’re here,” I say, flatly.
“I’m here because I’m hot?”
I let my gaze fall down over her body, taking all of her in. Her large tits expand as she sucks in a breath. I fight back an urge to take them in my hands, and then into my mouth.
“You’re here because I knew the moment I saw you walk into my club that I had to have you.” My eyes return to hers and I give her an intense look. “And I’m a man who gets what he wants.”
She chews on her lips, the rest of her body fixed in place. I hold my intense stare for another long moment before pulling away to take another drink of my martini. The doughy look in her eye lets me know that I’ve got her right where I want her. I could take her right here and now, if I wanted. But I’m not in any rush—where’s the fun in that?
She takes another long drink of her vodka before saying anything.
“So, you really do own the club?” she asks, sounding genuinely surprised.
“Does it matter?”
She shrugs.
“I just thought that was some kind of line or something. Rich guys don’t usually go for a girl like me—my friends are way hotter.”
For a moment, I can almost believe her. But I know that’s exactly what she wants.
“Are you going to tell all of your friends about me?”
“They’ll just think you’re lying. Guys will say anything to get in a girl’s pants.”
I give her a cocky smile and give a quick glance down at her exposed legs.
“But, you’re not wearing any pants…”
She swats at me, playfully.
“You know what I mean. Guys just tell girls what they think they want to hear.”
I drop the playful smile and give her a serious look, shifting ever so slightly closer to her, again.
“Do I look like a guy that has to lie to get what he wants?”
Her eyes widen. She’s caught off guard by the sudden intensity of my stare.
“No,” she says. It comes out weak and uncertain.
I lean in even closer. We’re only a breath apart, now. Her breathing intensifies, as though she was expecting me to kiss her right then and there. But I don’t. I stop short, keeping my composure.
“What kind of guy do I look like?” I ask in a low whisper.
She licks her lips. I can almost feel her pulse quickening with each little breath she takes.
“Like a guy who gets what he wants.”
The corners of my lips tug into a smirk. I nod, slowly, letting my eyes fall to her lips. They glisten with what’s left of her gloss. I’m going to enjoy tasting her.
“And do you know what it is that I want right now?”
She shakes her head back and forth. Strands of her blonde hair fall in front of her eyes as she looks at me, expectantly.
“What do you want?” she asks, innocently.
The moment is intense. My tongue edges over my bottom lip, slowly. I let her question linger, unanswered. The world fades away around us. In this moment, we’re the only two people that exist.
My pants are already tightening as my cock begins expanding, but I’m not quite ready to take her, yet. The answer I give her is probably not the one she’s expecting. What would be the fun in that?
“I want you…” I pause for a beat, enjoying making her writhe with anticipation, “…to dance for me.”
Chapter 3
Calvin
The girl lets out a loud moan as I pump myself further and further into her. My hands wrap around her tiny waist, pulling her down onto me, forcing her ass deeper and deeper into my crotch as I thrust into her as strongly as I can.
Her ass looks perfect from this angle, bent over the sidearm of the couch. Her back arches and she waggles her hips back and forth in tiny circles. She knows exactly what she’s doing. When she looks back at me I can still see the lust raging in her eyes. She presses her weight back into me, pulling my cock farther inside of her. The look in her eye makes me wonder if she’s ever wanted someone as much as she wants me right now.
She’d been eager to dance for me, earlier. But she’d barely made it a whole minute before she’d begun undoing my belt buckle. Her panties had been soaked through before I’d even touched her for the first time. And as I fuck her deeper and deeper, her pussy is still gushing for me.
“Fuck me like that, baby. Just like that!” she cries out.
I clench my jaw, fighting down annoyance. I’ll fuck her the way I want—I don’t need instructions.
My hands squeeze even tighter and I press all of my weight into her. I slam her so hard that her arms wobble from the force. I do it, again.
And then again.
Her arms finally give way and she cries out in pleasure as I bend her even farther over the side of the couch. Her feet aren’t even touching the ground anymore as I plunge myself into her. My cock drills into her, like it’s trying to pin her down to the couch.
Between thrusts, I stare down at her ass, admiringly. It’s so round and perfect—one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen. My hand flies back and then comes down hard against it, letting out a loud crack as I enjoy the way her ass cheeks shake from the slap.
She cries out in delight, again. She’s the freaky kind of girl that will enjoy anything I do to her.
“Spank me, Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.”
I spank her, again. Harder this time. A red palm print surfaces on her ass cheek. She squeals in delight and writhes her hips back and forth. Another girl with daddy issues. How original. Well, if she wants someone to treat her like a child and tell her what to do, then it might as well be me.
“You have been a bad little girl, haven’t you?”
Her head bobs up and down, quickly.
“Yes, so bad.”
“And what do you think we should do about that?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. Punish me however you want.”
My fingers dig into her ass cheeks and I slam myself into her, again. She moans delightfully.
“Little girls who get in trouble have to pay the price,” I say, staring down at her ass.
“I’ll pay it—whatever it is!”
If she knew what I was intending to do, she might not be so quick to agree.
Slowly, I pull myself out of her. I grab my cock and swirl it in little circles around her entrance, once it’s completely out of her. She whimpers as my tip teases her swollen clit. Then I slide it higher, grazing past her soaked entrance to her tight, beautiful, ass.
“Naughty girls have to pay the price,” I say.
The muscles in her legs tense as I press my cock into her ass. The condom I’m wearing is so wet from her pussy that I don’t even need to use lube. Her fingers dig into the leather couch and she sucks in a sharp breath as my cock sinks fully inside of her.
I begin pumping myself into her ass, making sure I take it very slowly, at first. Her whines catch in her chest every time I press myself deeper inside of her. Her ass clenches my cock so tightly that I know she’s never been fucked like that before.
“This is what happens when you’re a bad girl,” I say.
“Punish me,” she barely manages to cry out.
I slap her ass, again, this time on the other side. Red handprints appear there, too. I slap it again, harder, enjoying her cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
Her ass is so tight that it doesn’t take long for me to feel that building sensation inside of me. After a minute or two, I begin pumping her harder and harder—not as hard as I was working her pussy, but enough that she probably won’t be walking straight when she leaves. My abs tighten more and more with every thrust I give her, until I’m nearly at the point of bursting.
She must be able to sense it, because she begins whimpering through the moans. She tries to wriggle her hips back and forth again, but I’m holding on to them too tightly to let her move.
I let out a gasp, and then I come. My back goes rigid as I slam her a few more times, each one weaker than the one before it. When the orgasm finishes, I can feel the weight of my cum pulling at the tip of the condom. I take it off and discard it in the trash next to the minibar.
The girl settles herself tenderly onto the couch. Maybe I had gone too hard on her, after all. No, she would have told me to stop if it were too much.
She watches me as I begin pulling on my clothes. I don’t really pay her much attention.
I’m done.
“Take all of the time you need, the room is yours until last call,” I say, matter-of-factly.
“You’re leaving?”
“We’re done here, right? I’ve got work to do.”
“You don’t have to just run off, I thought we were going to spend some time together.”
I give her a placating smile.
“We just did. We had fun, didn’t we?” She nods her head, uncertainly. “Good. Then that’s that.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me for my number?”
I give her a playful wince.
“Sorry, I’m not really into repeat performances, anymore. But you’re still welcome back at Club Addiction anytime.”
I pull up my zipper and give one more of my charming smiles before I turn and leave. For a moment, I’m not sure if the pained look on her face is from the rough sex or because she’s not used to guys walking out on her like that. But my concern is gone before I even make it through the door.
She got exactly what she wanted, didn’t she? She didn’t come with me looking for a quiet place so we could have a conversation and get to know each other. No, she tagged along because she wanted to make a memory, to have a good time, or maybe just to have something to brag to all of her friends about.
Well, she got what she wanted—fucked in the ass by a millionaire.
She can check that off her bucket list.
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