He turns up the vibrator, and I clench around him. It doesn’t take my body long to orgasm anymore. He said when I arrived, I would be coming from the noise of the vibrator alone, and while it’s not entirely true, it’s close.
“Master, please, I need to come.” I grit my teeth, trying to hold off as long as I can. I know how much he likes to come with me.
“Fucking come for me.” His grip on my hips is tight as he pounds into me. I thrust back against him as my orgasm tears through me, and I feel his hot cum in my ass.
He rests for a minute, leaning his weight on my back as he turns the vibrator off so I can catch my breath. He pulls out and shoves the lubed-up plug right into my ass, holding his cum in place.
“I want you to think about my hot seed, deep in your ass tonight. I want you to remember you belong to me.”
I look back at him, a statement on the tip of my tongue, but I know better than to speak without permission.
“What do you want to say, sweetheart?”
“I wish you wouldn’t say I’m yours. You’re going to sell me in another week, and then I’ll need to get used to a new Master.”
“Continue to be a good girl, and I might change my mind. Come on, we have to get ready to go out. This is going to be a special night for you.” He helps me stand and pulls me in for a passionate kiss.
Chapter Seventeen
Grayson
I fidget with the thick-framed glasses on my face and take a deep breath as I enterTemptress. I look at the doorman, a large smile plastered on my face. “I have a table reserved for Chase Biggs.”
The large man gives me and my crew a once over. “I.D.?”
I pull my wallet out and hand him my New York license. He glances at it, then back at me, before handing it back. He turns on his heel. “Follow me.”
He leads us to a roped off area to the side of the stage with big plush seats and a table in the middle. We all crowd in, and I give the bouncer a tip.Nothing’s free, after all.The barely dressed waitress saunters over to the table to take our drink orders. Once she leaves, we all get into character, watching the ladies on stage. Some of my team hoot and holler at the show, then talk amongst one another.
I’m itching to explore, but I know I have to wait for the mystery man to come to me. I lean back into the seat and cross my leg, resting an ankle over my knee, trying to appear relaxed despite every muscle in my body being tense and my senses on high alert. I’m still not sure what his angle is, but I made sure to inform the guys to play it cool and not try anything. I want justice for everyone, not just the handful that are here tonight. I look around, and Winston puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Dude, you need to chill. You’re going to draw attention to yourself if you can’t calm your ass down. Focus on the stage. He’ll come to you.”
“Right.” I lift my glass to my lips and take a large swig of the cold drink, the ice cubes clinking together as I set it on the table again. I stretch my neck and take a deep breath. I turn my head and watch the girl on stage take her bra off and shake her tits to my man in the front row, who is throwing money at her. I take another sip of my drink, this time smaller, hoping it will calm my racing heart.
Finley flashes through my mind. She’s the epitome of beauty. I picture her in the corset and thong from a week ago. Fuck. It’s been my fantasy every night this week. I lift my knuckle to my mouth and bite down on it, trying to ease some of my tension.
I’m still in my fantasy when a man approaches our table. Winston elbows me in the side, and I look up at him.I need to stay more alert.I can’t be daydreaming. If I fuck this up, I lose.
“Mr. Biggs, thank you for coming tonight. So happy you’re able to bring your clients for some entertainment.” He smiles, showing me his perfect teeth.
“Happy to be here, Mister…” I still can’t pinpoint who he looks like, and it’s driving me insane.
He ignores me and addresses the group. “I hope everyone is enjoying their evening so far. We have a great group of girls tonight, and there are plenty of rooms in the back if any of your men would like a private show. Please let the waitress know, and she will be happy to accommodate you.”
I shake my head and smirk. Still refusing to give me a name. I look at my team, and they’re all playing it up. They laugh amongst one another, and some make crude gestures.
“I’m sure, if they see something they like, they’ll take you up on that offer.” I smile, but it’s forced.
“Good. If you’ll follow me, we have some business to discuss in private.”
I look around the table and give a slight nod to them. They each have a role to play; this was one of the scenarios we discussed would happen. I stand, smoothing out my shirt as I do so, and pick up my drink, downing the rest of it.
“Lead the way.”
We walk down the same hallway as before, but he leads me to one of the private rooms instead of the staircase. He must have brought her up. My body tenses as I think about it. Will I be able to handle seeing her up close? Will she recognize me? Fuck, I just want to run my fingers through her silky strands and take her away from this horrible place where no one can hurt her again. He stops in front of the door, and I almost walk into him; I’m so lost in my own head.
“She’s special, but she’s going to need a firm hand. I’ve broken her down a lot since she arrived, but I need to make sure you can keep her under your thumb.Ifyou were to win her.”
