I unzip my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock and stroking it once, and once more as I stand in front of her. Her chest rises and falls with heavy quick breaths. She looks up at me through her thick lashes, her baby blues begging me for my cock. She nearly crawls forward, my dick so close to her lips and her so eager to please me.
“I’d like to be your Master,” I tell her with her eyes on my dick, watching me stroke myself.
“You are, Sir,” she answers me with a breathy voice full of desperation. Her hips sway again and her thighs clench. She’s so close to getting off. We both know I’m not really though. I want more.
“You’ve been so good, my flower,” I tell her sweetly, “what would you like most right now?”
Her eyes focus on my dick, darting to it, and then back up to my gaze, “I’d like to suck you off, Sir.” She hesitates before saying “suck”, so innocently. Fuck, it’s hard to keep my eyes open and hold back the groan threatening to climb up my throat.
A blush rises to her cheeks and she shifts slightly in her position. Out of all the things we’ve done, simply telling me what she wants seems to be the most difficult. She’s not very good at voicing her desires. But she’ll learn.
A rough chuckle rises from my chest. “Don’t worry my flower, you’ll be doing that soon. Is there anything else?” I ask her.
“I want to know your name.” She tells me immediately, no hesitation, no shame, and she holds my eye contact the entire time.
“I’ll tell you if you come home with me.” I’m quick to answer her. Her eyes widened slightly comprehending what I’m telling her.
She’s quiet for a moment. Truly giving my request consideration. It’s the most she’s given me so far. I asked her three days ago and she made it clear that she wasn’t ready. I’m tired of waiting. “Would I see your face?” She asks me.
“Yes.” Although I’ve given her the answers that I know she wants, she’s still hesitant. My heart races, waiting for her answer. Don’t deny me. I know she wants me, but I also know she’ll be very aware of the fact that she’s a virgin. That she’s scared to commit so much.
She looks at the ground for a moment before telling me, “I’m scared.”
“You should be.” I hold her gaze as I tell her, “I want full control and that’s a hard thing to give someone.” Her eyes close slowly as she sucks in a breath. The idea turns her on; I’ve known that from the start. She’s smart to be so resistant though; I can’t be angry about that. Maybe I shouldn’t be so forward, to tell her I want so much. But at least I’m being honest.
“Open your mouth,” I tell her after a moment. She keeps her eyes on me as she does what I tell her. “Wider.” My own breathing quickens as my body heats at the sight of her curving her back, her wide mouth open eagerly, waiting to please me. I place the head of my dick just inside her mouth. Only the head. “Suck.”
Her mouth closes around the head of my cock, her tongue massaging the underside of the tip. Her hands move along the cement floor as I pull back slightly, desperate to touch me and stroke my length and do everything she can to get me off.
The sight of her so desperate for me makes me crave more.
I want this whenever the fuck I desire her. I don’t want to have to come here. I’m getting sick of it.
She moans around my dick, but I pull away. Leaving her wanting and falling forward slightly. Worry makes her beautiful eyes seem that much wider. She’s concerned that she did something wrong. She didn’t, but I’m not ready to give her what she wants. I need more from her.
“I want you to come home with me tonight. I don’t want to have to come here to see you.” I’m completely honest with her.
Her wide eyes stare up at me, flashing with genuine concern. “I’m just not sure if I’m ready.” She answers softly with disappointment in her voice.
I need to sweeten the deal. I need to be able to provide her with something that she won’t get from coming here.
“I can pay you…two hundred and fifty grand... if you come with me.” My thoughts were on the auction that the club hosts when I make her the offer. I know it’s a bit lower than what she’d get from the auction, but it was the first number that came to mind. Even if Kiersten disagrees, I don’t give a fuck anymore.
But the second they come from my lips, I regret them. She moves from position, still sitting in a respectful kneel, but she knows that moving from how I requested her is displeasing.
“I’m not a whore.” She doesn’t look me in the eyes as she answers me, barely above a murmur. Her chest seems to stutter on her inhale. Fuck.
“It’s just an incentive.” I say quickly. “It wasn’t meant to offend you. I’m fully aware that you are not a whore. And I would never see you as that.” I’m quick with my words as my heart races and my body heats. Fuck!
I crouch in front of her, meeting her eyes and taking her hands in mine, rubbing soothing circles on her wrists. I ignore the fact that she’s completely disobeyed me.
I’m that desperate and I should have known better than to say it the way that I did. “I apologize, my flower.” I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are hard at first as she holds onto the anger that I’ve caused her, but then they soften, molding to mine. The tension ebbs from my body. Good girl. Forgive me.
“I know leaving here is going to be hard for you,” I whisper against her lips, cupping the sides of her face and trying to explain myself. “You deserve to be compensated. Especially with what I want from you.”
“It doesn’t feel right.” She answers calmly; at least she’s looking me in the eye. The moment is lost between us. I nod my head, my chest feeling tight, disappointment lacing my blood.
I stand, tucking my dick back in and buttoning my pants, feeling like a fucking fool. I reach my hand out for her, “Let’s go see the show.” I haven’t gotten her off yet, but I will. I always do. Especially during the shows. I offer her a tight smile, but what we had was ruined.
Her brows furrow, tilting up towards the center with concern etched on her face. Her eyes focus on my crotch as she stands and frowns. “I’m sorry,” her voice cracks as she realizes that I’m once again not allowing her to please me sexually. Not that she’d want to now anyway.
“You haven’t done anything wrong,” I answer her honestly. I lead her to the exit as the door to the stairwell opens, taking her away from here yet again, and having no commitment from her to leave.
Chapter 11
Lilly
It will definitely make me a whore, I tell myself over and over again.
I’ve never read a book where a woman accepted money in exchange for sex and I didn’t think she was a whore. So if I’m going to judge myself by that same logic, then that makes me one too.
If I accept Sir’s offer. The keyword being “if”.
No matter which way I look at it, no matter how it’s said, I can’t see the offer in a positive light.
Sir called it an incentive, but the wording doesn’t matter. You can put lipstick on a pig all you want, but it’s still a pig. What he wanted was a contract with me.