Chapter Five
Night after night Dawg fell asleep with Lori in his arms, and even though he loved every second of it, the torture was starting to get to him. This wasn’t supposed to be about him waiting, and he was growing fucking bored with waiting. Still, each night, he’d watch her comb her hair, or change, or do something else, and he felt a kind of peace settle over him.
Even as his dick was aching, he knew he wouldn’t force her. He didn’t believe in rape.
Finally, one Friday night, two months after the contract was signed, he decided to take her out dancing. He didn’t want to be alone in his home especially as she offered up way too much temptation for him.
“You want me to wear this?” she asked.
“Yes. Don’t you like it?” He’d passed a shop window that afternoon, and the moment he saw the red number, he knew he wanted to see her in it.
“It’s beautiful.”
She spun on her heel, leaving him to watch her ass sway. Once she was alone, he sat down on the bed and moved his rock-hard dick to a more comfortable position. He ached all over, and there would be no reprieve anytime soon.
He’d vowed to wait, to make her come to him.
If he started begging her, that wasn’t going to happen.
Seconds passed, and she finally appeared in the room. The dress fit her curves perfectly, and even though it would be torture, he’d have to handle it.
Her hands ran down the sides of her dress. “It’s amazing, Dawg, thank you.” She moved toward him, placing her hands on his chest and kissing his cheek. The action was a simple and sweet one, and yet, he wanted her.
When she pulled back, he caught the look in her eye. Her nipples were rock-hard, pressing against the front of her shirt. She wanted him, and yet, she was still denying them both.
“We’re going out dancing tonight.”
“Back to your club?” she asked.
“No. To a different one.”
It was a risk he was taking, but he hoped it would be a risk she was willing to take, too.
Grabbing his keys, he took her hand and led her down to the car. This time, his guards would be following him there in a different car. Helping her inside, he buckled her in before climbing in the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll soon see.”
“It’s a surprise?” she asked.
“Yes.”
He drove the short distance to a secluded location. Only a few people knew of it, and he’d frequented the club many times.
Parking his car, he nodded at his guards to keep an eye out. He didn’t imagine he’d be leaving anytime soon, but his guards were paid handsomely to watch everything and keep him and Lori protected.
On the door a modestly-dressed woman greeted them.
“Mr. Hampshire, it’s a pleasure to see you.”
“Thank you, Sarah.”
She smiled and opened the door for him to enter.
The moment he walked through those doors, anticipation filled him.
Handing his and Lori’s jackets over to the woman, he took Lori’s arm and began to mingle in the room.
“Where are we, Dawg?” she asked.
Her hand squeezed his arm where she held him, and he smiled. He wondered, not for the first time, if she was affected by the heat within the house.
Many of the men and women were scantily clad, but then the thermostat was always up.
He walked her into another room, and the cry of a woman’s orgasm could not only be heard, but also watched.
Lori stepped in front of him. “You brought me to a sex club? Or is this a brothel?”
“This is no brothel, Lori. The people here are couples, or men and women who like to watch.”
He saw the fire in her eyes, but she also wasn’t running away screaming. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek, before grazing her ear. “I know you’re not some simpering virgin, Lori. I want you to enjoy what you see.”
She pulled back, and he watched her swallow.
Dawg wondered if she was having a hard time, just like he was. Denying herself would do neither of them any good, but he wasn’t about to push the issue if she wasn’t interested even though he had the contract, which seemed completely pointless. He wanted to use it to keep her, but not to force her. She was attracted to him, but her fears held her back. He didn’t want her to find any other reason other than her need for him to be in his bed.
This was indeed a sex club, and he’d been here many times before. He liked to watch, but not only watch. The energy, the pulse of the club, always helped him to think. The moment he stepped through the doors, he stopped being Dawg the crime lord and became someone else.
Lori held onto his arm, and they found a quiet booth no one had touched.
Drinks were offered. Most of the drinks were either water or soda. They didn’t allow the use of alcohol in the club.
“This is … insane,” Lori said.
Glancing down at her body, he saw her chest was flushed and her thighs pressed together.
Sex was everywhere.
The only woman he wanted, though, was right here, beside him, trying not to look.
Placing his arm across her shoulders, she snuggled in against him, and that for him was enough. There was a time she’d have recoiled from any touch of his, and now she snuggled in, and he loved it.
Tracing her shoulder, he watched as one man lifted up a woman’s dress right over her head and she stood before the room, completely naked.
No one else touched. That was the rule. Unless clearly invited, no one touched each other unless they were couples. There were guards ready to deal with any problem that could occur.
The man slid his hand between the woman’s thighs and began to work her pussy. Lori rubbed herself against him and smiled. He’d hoped she’d be affected by what she saw.
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Dawg had done this on purpose. Lori knew it deep down to her core that he did, or at least wanted to see if she was affected by their arrangement.
She was.
Each night she’d enter their bedroom with the intention of saying something, or trying to push them out of that stalemate, and each night, she’d climb into bed and nothing would be said.
She loved sex.
Sometimes it was a little boring, and she wasn’t really into it, but she loved that feeling of being completely taken over, lost to the sensation of what was happening. Like the woman now who was being teased. The man who’d taken off her dress sucked on her exposed nipple while also teasing her pussy. His pants had gone to the floor, and the woman held his cock, working it up and down.
The sight alone had heat flooding Lori’s pussy, and she suddenly stood up, recalling that she didn’t have any panties on, as she’d had to remove them for the sake of the dress. The line had stood out, and she didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful dress.
“Let’s go and mingle.” She took his hand, and ignored the chuckle that came from his lips.
In recent weeks, she found his company so much more enjoyable than she thought she would. He was always there on each weekend to pick her up, and he never asked questions about why she did it. She didn’t ask questions about her father either as she wasn’t interested to know how he was doing.
They left one sex scene and entered another, only this time the woman was further along, and with two men.
She was bent over a chair as one man knelt in front of her, his hand wrapped in her hair, holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth. The other man pounded her pussy. An answering quake filled Lori.
“Is there a restroom?” Lori asked.
The heat was getting to her, and she needed to cool down.
Dawg led her to a private bathroom. Placing her drink down on the counter by the sink, she stared at her reflection. The bathroom was completely empty. Turning on the tap, she wet her hands, dabbing her cheeks and chest, hoping to rid some of the heat from her body.
To her own eyes, she looked half-crazed with need, and she didn’t want that.
“I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”
“Why do you keep telling yourself that?” Dawg asked, making her gasp.
She turned to see him leaning against the counter. She’d closed her eyes for only a second, and already he was there.
“This is a women’s bathroom,” she said.
“Actually, it’s just a bathroom, Lori. Anyone can come in here. Female or male.”
She stared down the length of his body and bit her lip. He was a man with hard muscles, and she knew his cock was huge.
She didn’t want to be thinking about his cock. He stepped toward her, and she turned so that her ass rested against the sink. “What’s wrong, Lori?”
He’d said her name twice now, and it wasn’t helping her at all.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.
“I happen to really like this club. No other reason.”
She stared at him, and couldn’t detect any lie. Rubbing at her temple, she glanced past his shoulder.
“What’s the matter, Lori?” he asked.
“Why do you keep saying my name?”
“Because I like it. I like it when you say mine.” He stepped closer, trapping her against the sink and his hard body. The heat coming from him was too much. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and she had every intention of pushing him away. The moment she touched him, however, all of her plans went out of the window.
Gripping his arms, she stared at his lips.
They looked so hard and firm. She’d felt them against her skin in the little pecks that he gave her.
Would it really hurt to have a taste?
Her pussy was on fire, her nipples tight. She wanted to fuck him, no doubt about that.
Then why deny herself the pleasure?
He’s a killer.
So are you.
At that simple reminder, she went onto her tiptoes at the same time, running her hands to the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss her. She whimpered the moment his hands touched her, and she wanted more. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a second.
They landed on her back, pulling her against him before gripping her ass tightly as he dragged her close.
She tightened her hold on his hair at the base of his neck, whimpering as his own touch did the same. There would no doubt be bruises from him, and she didn’t care. Instead, she basked in everything he did to her.
He lifted her up and placed her on the counter between the two sinks, his hands moving from her ass up to her dress straps.
Dawg took the straps and eased them down her shoulders, exposing her tits to his view. “They are so fucking perfect.” He cupped them in his palm, his tongue peeking out to flick each tip in turn. She whimpered as the pleasure went straight to her pussy. With him standing between her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close, not caring that they were in a bathroom.
His touch made her melt, and finally provided her the relief she’d been hoping to get in the past two months. No, not the past two months, for a long time before that. Every time Dawg had stared at her in the past, he had this look that always made her think of hot, dirty, sweaty sex.
She’d known it would be explosive between them.
Thinking it was one thing, feeling it was quite another.
She didn’t want him to stop, and she feared that she’d never want him to.