Chapter Five
Be ready at 5 p.m. I’ll pick you up.
For the tenth time, Lily read the text message she had received earlier. She hadn’t seen Marco in three days, ever since she’d slept over his place. He’d told her he’d had an emergency business trip to the West Coast, and she completely understood. A man like him, super busy and wealthy, had to prioritize his career.
Earlier that morning, she had just finished cutting an old client’s hair when her phone buzzed. A silly rush of excitement had traveled through her, and it made waves every time she remembered she’d see him again.
She locked the shop’s door and slipped her phone into her bag. She had vacuumed and cleaned up her apartment just in case he stopped by. Sure, they weren’t in a legit relationship, but no reason not to tidy things up before a date. Or a meeting. Meeting was a safer word. A devil-dick appointment.
She could have waited for him inside the shop, but it was too soon to meet him there again. They’d already engaged in sex in the supply room. Though she’d agreed to the conditions of their contract, and she’d done more with him than any other man, she didn’t want to make new memories with him in the place she’d keep forever. Letting go wasn’t in her DNA, and dealing with the images of him screwing her in the supply room was enough.
Lily clutched her bag when she recognized him parking a Lamborghini in the lot. She drew in a breath and paced herself as she walked to him, to make sure he didn’t know how much she’d missed his body on hers. Missed him as if he had come into her life a lot earlier than the few days prior. Missed him like someone who hadn’t been fucked properly until she met Marco.
He slid out of his car and opened the door for her. Dark denim jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt covered his sinfully sexy body. When she was within a few inches of him, she balked, unsure if she should shake his hand, kiss his mouth, or compromise with a hug. Her pulse fluttered at any of those options, and the idea of touching him sent a ball of heat rolling through her.
“Ciao.” He closed the distance between them and deposited a kiss on her cheek. She parted her lips when he brushed his own on her flesh, needing so much more. The tips of her breasts throbbed, seeking a relief only he’d bring. “How’ve you been?”
“Good. How was your trip?” she asked, and slid inside the car, the buttery leather seat caressing her skin. A heat moved through her chest, his nearness enough to tease the little hairs at the back of her neck.
“Longer than expected,” he said, and started the engine.
She worried her bottom lip to keep from babbling. He didn’t pay for an emotionally needy woman or for the girlfriend experience. He wanted good fucks without the baggage. In silence, she mused over those things again, despite the bargain she’d agreed to with him. She looked out the window, thankful for the hustle and bustle of everyday life distracting her from their non-conversation in the car.
“You have your hair down,” he said. “Looks nice.”
Driven by instinct, she touched the ends of her hair, which she had styled with the curling iron earlier. She didn’t mean to look like a freaking Disney princess, but ended up overdoing it. “I like to try new styles.”
“I’m all for trying new things,” he said smoothly.
God. Her nipples tingled, her breasts feeling heavy and full. What the hell did that mean? They hadn’t tried anything she didn’t enjoy, but what if he took her to an orgy? What if he got his rocks off by watching her with another man?
He drove by busy streets downtown, then a number of restaurants and clubs. When the car entered a parking garage, she decided it was time to know his plan. “Where are we going?”
“You know how you stripped for me in my office and teased me about giving me a worthy performance? You said you’d even dance for me.”
She cleared her throat. Sweet lord. Why had she said those things? “Yes.”
“Now we’re going all the way.” Marco parked the car, then slid out and opened her door. “It’s a strip club,” he said, grinning.
She withdrew. “Say what?” She’d never been to one but had seen them in the movies, and she’d heard stories. If he expected her to undress in front of a bunch of strangers, he’d better think again. No amount of money or family legacy would be enough for her to shred the last sliver of decency she had.
He took her hand in his and gave her a light squeeze. “It’s not what you’re thinking. They also rent individual rooms. You’ll have your own pole, and I’ll be the only one watching.”
Oh. “Why didn’t we do this back at your home?”
“Because I fantasized about you taking your clothes off for me, rubbing yourself on a pole… Teasing me while I watch and stroke my cock.”
Her clit throbbed, her walls drenching. “That’s a nice image.” She only hoped she could deliver. Her father always condemned tight or skimpy attire. She’d once been asked to try out for her high school’s cheerleader squad, but declined without even checking with Dad. Why waste her time?
A large security man opened the door for them. The interior reminded her of a nightclub, with a few recessed lights shining down on the otherwise dark space. A blond woman dressed in a cherry-red minidress walked up to her with a key in her hand.
“Hi.” She gave a small smile, looking at Lily. “I’m Dusty. You’ll come with me,” she said, then gave Marco the key. “Make a left and enter the first room.”
Dusty made a gesture for Lily to follow her, and she did, after sharing a sideways glance with Marco. He didn’t seem fazed by the rules. Had he been here before? Her stomach tightened.
Dusty strode with intent, making Lily straighten her shoulders and try to keep up the pace as they turned into a long hallway. A burgundy-colored carpet led the way, and on both sides there were doors, all of them closed.
Lily expected to hear music, or people talking, yet she heard nothing. Tension built in her core, fast-tracking her cells, making her hot and bothered. Finally, Dusty came to a halt in front of the last room and opened the door. Sucking in a breath, Lily entered to find an area about the size of her salon, filled with packed shelves, a collection of hats, and numerous glitzy costumes hanging on the rack.
A round, oversize mirror hung on the light purple wall, in front of a white vanity table. A wide range of curling irons, makeup items and—wait, was that body glitter?—crowded the surface.
Dusty folded her arms, tapping the toe of her high heels on the floor. “Are we ready?”
Was she? Apprehension clogged her throat, and she had to swallow to speak. “This is my first visit. What’s the deal?”
“You can pick whatever costume or pieces of clothing you want to wear. Your boyfriend bought the platinum package, so you get to keep them, too. Then, feel free to use what you need to play the part. When you’re ready, open that door,” Dusty said, pointing at a door on the opposite side of the room. “He’ll be waiting for you on the other side. It’s a soundproof room.”
Soundproof. The word rang in her head. A pang of relief loosened her limbs. At least no one would overhear them if, well, things escalated. She assumed if she stripped for him, he wouldn’t let her leave with just a smile and a handshake.
“Do you have any questions?” Dusty asked.
“No.” Of course, she had tons of questions, but obviously not enough time to ask them.
Dusty nodded. “You have a good body and a nice pair of tits. When you’re done with him, consider coming back. We have a few regular strippers. They make a lot of money.”
“Thanks,” she said, making an effort to smile. The thought of any man’s eyes or hands on her other than Marco’s didn’t appeal to her one bit.
Dusty left, closing the door behind her.
Lily approached the rack and skimmed the clothes, sliding her fingers on the material—some felt scratchy to the touch, like cheap Halloween getups. Others were silkier and softer. Each costume looked new or recently dry-cleaned. She picked the cheerleader one, chuckling. She searched for a Cat Woman or Harley Quinn outfit but didn’t find either.
Gosh, she’d be here forever. She went through the other ones: the dominatrix, the vampire, the schoolgirl, the devil, the angel, the Playboy Bunny. She snorted. Not in this world would she squeeze herself into that glorified Spanx.
A baby-blue outfit got her attention. Labeled on the tag as “Sexy Nymph,” it consisted of a cropped top with a golden trim, and a miniskirt in the same colors, with a sparkly sheer fabric in addition to the skirt. That’s how Marco made her feel—like a Sexy Nymph.
She could choose something outrageous like Lady Gaga, but she preferred to be someone closer to herself, someone he, devil that he was, had created, or at least triggered.
Squealing with excitement, she removed her clothes and folded them into a pile. She kept her G-string and bra, slid the top over her, then pulled on the skirt.
One look at the round mirror confirmed she’d made the right choice. While she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing this ensemble in public—unless she wanted to be arrested—it certainly worked for what she had in mind.
She clasped the doorknob and twisted it. Her heart raced wildly when she stepped into the mysterious place. A sexy song caught her attention. “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan. A few different rays of colored light moved inside, all focused on the center stage. This room seemed a bit bigger than the one she’d just left, but still quite intimate. Even though a few chairs occupied the area under the podium, only one of them was occupied.
Her pulse skittered.
Marco sat in the chair like he owned the place. He shot her a look filled with desire and awe. She sashayed toward the small stage, keeping her gaze locked with his. A hot stirring shook her, and if she had no willpower, she’d run to him now and fuck him right away. But this little game turned out to be a great lesson for self-control.
She slid her hand on the metal pole, the surface clean and shiny. She fisted it, like she wanted to do to his cock, moving up and down. It became hard to command her body to dance and make strategic movements when her insides roared for the man grinning at her. The man who had bought her.
…
I’m a bastard.
Marco shouldn’t have brought Lily to this place, but hell, that made him a lucky bastard. He rocked back in his chair, fidgeting to keep from slapping out his dick and punishing it in front of her while he watched her dance.
He had no idea what her costume was—didn’t matter. It could be an angel without wings, or a slutty Renaissance homage. The blue brought out her sparkling eyes, and the way the clothes fit her body drove him over the edge. Then she began to move, curling her leg around the pole, her delectable ass wiggling in tune with the song, and his cock strained in his pants.
Dio. This woman was the sexiest, most fuckable one he’d ever met. Maybe she read his thoughts, or simply peered at his painful erection, for she added some pep to her dance, caressing her top. His gut clenched, and a bolt of lust pounded his veins.
“Take it off,” he said curtly, disappointed by his lack of discipline. This should also be about giving her some control, showing her how hot she was, and how she should be proud of every inch of her body.
She licked her lips seductively and writhed her hips against the pole, undulating them from side to side as she slowly slid down the length to the floor. “You’re in a hurry, aren’t you, big boy? But you’ll have to wait for everything you want to see, to touch, to fuck.”
He cleared his throat. He almost parted his lips to apologize, but his desire for her upped his internal temperature so badly, he was afraid he’d just growl. Lily Jenkins brought out the caveman in him.
“I’ll give you a little something,” she said, then took off the top.
He wished she’d gotten rid of her bra, too, but the piece of lingerie barely contained her perfect breasts. She cupped them, pinching her nipples until they pebbled against the silky fabric, moaning. Oh, yes. He liked seeing her pleasure herself, touch herself as if he were doing it to her.
She twirled around the pole, gaining more familiarity. He loved how her tits shifted every time she moved. Red stained her cheeks, making him wonder if she was feeling shy or if the sensual dance turned her on. By the way she moved and moaned, he’d bet she was as hot and bothered for him as he was for her. He preferred assuming she was hot for him, too.
Oxygen nearly vanished from his brain. He needed some relief, otherwise he’d come in his damn pants. He unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. He had gone commando to make things easier.
He took his hard cock in his hand and stroked it. “Keep taking them off.”
She peeled off her skirt, then her bra. All she had on was a sinful, sheer G-string.
She teased him, sliding her fingers into her underwear then removing them. Like a little devil, she lowered the thin side of the G-string, winked at him seductively, then lifted it again, continuing her sassy routine.
A dizzying sensation made him bob his head, as if he’d just been clocked. He blinked, determined to stay in the moment with the woman who socked air from his lungs. He’d visited enough strip clubs in his wild days to know Lily didn’t have the moves of a professional, which only made her more endearing. She could have said no, or straight-up screwed him on the spot, but she played along, moving that sensual body just for him.
She popped her ass to the side, nearly giving him a cardiac arrest. He upped the rhythm of his strokes, pumping his cock, knowing too damn well he wouldn’t make it long. She wiggled out of her G-string at long last and flung it in his direction. He grabbed it from the air, catching a whiff of her lovely, tangy, female scent.
For a moment, she stopped, watching him. “Don’t you need a hand?”
“I don’t want to make this about me,” he hissed out. “I just need some release before I feast on you.”
She gestured to the stage. “Come here.”
What did she propose? Didn’t she know if she sucked him or touched him, he’d come instantly? Still, he went to her, though it took every ounce of concentration to erase the distance between them.
Because of her heels and the advantage of the stage, she was almost as tall as he. He dipped his head only a little. “What do you want?”
“I want you to come on me again.”
His temples throbbed. Anticipation rushed through him, desire dotting his vision. “You’re a dirty girl, Lily.”
She shot him the mischievous smile of a college student rather than a stripper. Then, she kneeled before him. Upon the sight of such a gorgeous woman, giving herself to him so openly… He came undone, a loud groan slicing the air. He pointed his dick at her epic tits, and soon his hot load hit them, and she didn’t even blink. She massaged her breasts, encouraging him for more, and he shot his entire fill on her.
Holy fuck. It took several seconds for his breath to calm down, for the throb in his knees and his heart to subside. She took a sample of his cum from her nipple and brought it to her mouth, painting her lips with it and licking them. “Nice,” she said.
His white cum dripped down her tits and onto her belly, and she had never looked lovelier. He’d branded her, in one of the most visceral, primal ways a man could a woman. Sure, there were other ways he wanted to try, too… But all in good time.
“You’re a sex goddess, Lily Jenkins.”
She licked the corner of her lips again. “Actually, I’m a sex nymph. That’s what my costume label said.”
“Suits you. Now lay on your back my dirty nymph, because I’m going to eat your pussy until you come in my mouth.”
The glint in her eyes made him want to stroke her cheek for an endless amount of time. “I love when you talk that way.”
“I know you do, because you are, in fact, a nymph. A woman who deserves to be thoroughly pleasured,” he said, thinking how much he’d missed her the last three days. He’d thought this trip to California would be for just a few hours, otherwise he’d have asked her to go with him.
She lay down on the stage, and he scooted her to the edge so her screw-me shoes lay on his shoulders. Without delay, he dipped his head and blew some air on her sex. He knew the act would enhance her awareness. He got his response when she squirmed, and erotic moans filled the air.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Marco…”
Encouraged, he outlined her clit with his tongue, teasing her, wanting her to explode. She thrust her hands in his hair, shoving his face deeper into her, showing him how she wanted it.
“Eat me. I want you to eat me so bad, babe. I love how you fuck me with your tongue.”
He thrust his tongue in her pussy and hooked his hands under her butt cheeks to lift her up and improve his angle. He loved tasting her, being pressed against her warm, sticky thighs. She was so wet… He lapped it up, each time driving his face deeper into her cunt, his nose pressing against her. She clenched her legs around his neck, and he knew she had to be getting close.
Relentlessly, he teased her, alternating between licks to her pussy and kisses on her swollen clit. Soon, she bucked toward him and called out his name, coming undone in his mouth. He feasted on her every drip of her delicious, pearly essence.
When her legs loosened around him and he lifted his head, he realized his own body had begun to reignite, the throbbing in his core making him harden again.
“When all this is over, I’ll miss you,” she said, looking at the ceiling, her voice soft.
Me, too. The words never ripped from his throat. Admitting them would make him vulnerable to her, and what if she used it as leverage against him later? Just because Lily seemingly had a good heart didn’t mean she wouldn’t use his feelings against him in the future.
He sat on the stage and brought her to his lap. The song still played somewhere in the background, and those annoying lights rhythmically pulsed rays of blue, pink, and yellow onto their skin as they strobed throughout the room. She arranged herself on top of him, straddling him. His cum still slicked her skin, but she didn’t care, rubbing it on herself. She glanced at him with interest, her gorgeous eyes gleaming with challenge. What did she expect him to say?
His heart squeezed as if she had wrapped a vise around it. A part of him sent out a warning signal, for him to get her out of his life, quickly. Yet the side of him he feared, the one he found hard to control whenever he was next to her, disagreed.
He found himself thrusting his fingers into her sultry hair and pulling her into a kiss that ended one torture and started a much bigger one. She tormented him with her tongue, grazing her teeth on his upper lip. He slid his hand down her ass, positioning her at the perfect angle for screwing.
She reached for his buttons, undoing them without finesse. A couple of them flung in the air as she pulled his shirt down, probably needing the intimate contact, and raked her nails down his back.
His breath caught in his throat. He pulled her closer, his chest rubbing on hers. Her warm skin made his chest hair stand on end, a bombastic energy passing between them. I’ll miss you, too. He silenced the words again with a hot, passionate kiss, and guided the small of her back with his hand until she sat on his cock. Oh, the glorious feel of having her walls tightly squeezing him. She must have felt it, too, for she threw her head back and gasped. This position allowed him to go deep into her, so deep. “Look at me, Lily. Let’s get there together.”
She leaned into him and rocked her head forward in a nod. “Yes.”
He pressed her lower back harder, helping dictate the rhythm of their sensual dance. She followed his lead but soon started her own pace, and he obliged, loving the sight of her moving on him. She leaned into him and bit his shoulder, her teeth digging into his skin. Ache and excitement speared inside him, and he urged her on with his body, wanting it to last forever.
She rode him, rocking her hips backward then forward, taking all of his rod only to retreat a little. Moans flew from her full lips, and she teased him with that dangerous game until he saw the pulse beat at her neck, her cheeks flush, and her body shake. She was coming on his cock, and he finally let go, released himself so he’d reach the apex at the same time she did.
He stretched out his arm and caught her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined, palm against palm. She contracted her inner muscles one last time, until a sexy cry warned him. When he let go, his body convulsed, and he reveled in letting his hot cum into her tight pussy. All of it. All for her.