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“Ahh!” I moan, my body welcoming the addition.
“I know you didn’t think that was it,” he teases, his fingers sliding into me as his palm grips my clit with every intrusion. The pattern is incredibly stimulating and another climax is building before I can even deny the possibility. I’ve never experienced back-to-back orgasms in my life. If I’m honest, I thought they were a myth.
“Shit!” I cry, the waves building dangerously fast as I moan loudly.
“You’re making me hard again moaning like that,” Carter warns me in that same deep tone, and it's almost enough to tip the scales again, but I fight the urge, hoping to extend the pleasure just a little longer.
Just then, he leans down, taking my clit into his mouth and sucking gently. I cry out in ecstasy, spiraling into another orgasm, this one even stronger than the first. My body instinctively pulls away from him, my clit too sensitive and my body fearful of how another orgasm may tear me apart.
“I was going to stop anyway,” he smirks as I smile in gratitude, a giggle falling from my pink lips.
“I don’t know if you should be trusted,” I smile, as I catch my breath.
“You’re the tortuous one,” he reminds me and we exchange a smile as I rise to my feet, collecting my lace underwear.
Sliding on my delicate panty and bra set, I take a satin robe hanging from a hook on the wall and drape myself in the soft fabric.
“I hope you enjoyed your dance,” I say over my shoulder as I move to make my way out of the dark room, but he grabs my wrist before I can exit.
“Wait! You didn’t try to have sex with me,” he says with shoc
k written all over his face. He must think I don’t know the ridiculous rules of this game he plays.
“I know. Maybe another time,” I shrug, my mouth curving into a smirk as I try to pull my wrist from his grip, but he hangs onto me for a bit longer.
“You don’t even want to try?” he cocks his head to the side. I guess he’s feeling a bit disappointed, but I desperately need to get away from him. Besides, we’ve already done more than I planned on our first encounter.
“No, I think you’ve had enough,” I wink at him before tugging my hand from his grasp roughly.
His eyes are on me until I’m completely out of the door. The air feels smoother once I exit his space, my mind begins to work properly again, and I feel a rush of relief. I’d grossly underestimated the effect he would have on me, and now I’m sure there will be no one coming close to topping the way he just made me feel.
His dominance, control, and confidence just make me cream as I replay our time together. I really want to just go back into that room and beg him to take me. I want more of him, and actually grow sad the further I get away from him, knowing he might be leaving, and who knows when I’ll see him next.
It pops into my mind that he’ll have to have another girl attempt to seduce him this week since I didn’t even try to have sex with him, and a strange yet overwhelming sense of jealousy rushes over me. How can I actually be jealous of a man I barely know?
I’m not sure, but I know that I am. I want him all to myself after just one meeting. I want all of his pleasure, and I want to give him all of mine as well. There’s no one else in the world I want to touch my body, and I know now that I’m in deep trouble dealing with Carter.
Reminding myself that I’m a professional, I head to the back and redress in my regular clothes, anxious to get out of this strip club and regroup. That was a rollercoaster of emotions, and my body is still feeling aftershocks from those two incredible climaxes. A long bath and rich red wine are definitely in my future. And of course daydreams of Carter, as usual.
Carter
Walking out of the private room, I’m in a total daze. What the fuck was that? I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that in my entire life. My body is still on fire from Destiny’s touch. I want more. So much more.
And I don’t even know what to do with that. Never have I once wanted more from a girl once she got me off. One and done, basically. I don’t even think about them after it’s over. If I think hard enough, I might be able to remember one or two girls over the years that stood out from the hundreds. Maybe. Then again, I don’t think anyone has ever been that memorable. Not compared to what I just experienced with Destiny.
I need to find a way to get more of her.
As I make my way back through the strip club, Chase comes up and slaps me on the back.
“Dude, you didn’t have sex with her.” He sounds shocked. I’m not sure why he would be after five years of this. But I have to say, I’m a bit shocked too. I wanted to. So fucking bad.
“How do you know?” I mean, I know he said it was constant filming from here on out, but I didn’t see a camera anywhere in that room. And I looked. Especially when thoughts of slipping my dick in Destiny’s sweet pussy were teasing at the corners of my brain.
Chase laughs. “We had a webcam in the box of condoms. Don’t get me wrong, all of that was crazy hot. It'll make great TV. I’m just surprised you didn’t give in.” He shrugs. “Oh well.”
Part of me wants to ask why he’s so surprised. He knows how committed I am to making it to the end of the season. To claiming my two billion dollars that I’ve earned. I mean, all this self-denial definitely warrants that kind of bonus. But I don’t ask because all I can focus on is Destiny.
I scan the club, looking for her. I need to talk to her before we leave. I can’t just walk away. What if I never see her again? Unacceptable.
