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The room she leads me into is small and intimate, still in the black and white color scheme with dim lighting and tactile fabrics of luxe velvet and leather that beg to be touched, just like the gorgeous woman in front of me. The stage is so close to the moon-shaped velvet seating that I could almost touch her when she steps up onto it after pushing me back with a firm hand into the seat, her green eyes glittering seductively.
“Just the two of us now,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry as she reaches for the pole, and music starts up as if from nowhere, the kind of music you fuck to, with a heavy, heated beat.
I do my best not to think of Saoirse. I watch the redhead, whose name I don’t even know and haven’t thought to ask, shed her silk robe and kick it playfully to the edge of the stage, beginning to twirl around the pole as bit by bit she strips out of the black lingerie until she’s wearing nothing but the bra and thong. I enjoy the beginning of the show, feeling my cock thicken lazily in my trousers at the pleasure of seeing a beautiful woman disrobing for my pleasure alone, but there’s something else to my need as well. I feel almost desperate to shake off my thoughts of Saoirse, to purge the lingering ache for her, so that I won’t feel as if every decision I’ve made since she came swaying into my London warehouse was made with the thought of whether it could lead to me fucking her.
The redhead’s fingers toy with the clasp at the back of her bra, and my cock lurches as I watch her slender fingers pop it free, the creamy skin of her back suddenly umarred with the line of it as she lets go, shrugging the straps down her shoulders, still holding the cups to her breasts with her other hand. She turns in the impossibly high heels, still swaying to the beat of the music, and it’s impossible not to see my fantasies of Saoirse in her—in the long, tumbling red hair, the sparkling green eyes, the figure that is so perfectly like Saoirse, down to the breasts that would just fill the palms of my hands and the slender curve of her waist down to narrow hips and thighs with just enough flesh for me to squeeze as I spread them wide.
Her mouth twitches as she sees the hard ridge of my cock tenting my pants, now fully erect and pulsing at the thought of it being Saoirse dancing for me like this instead of this unknown woman, and I groan beneath my breath as she lets the bra fall, exposing perfect breasts with nickel-sized, rosy nipples, stiffening despite the warm air of the room.
That sight, the idea that she’s enjoying this, just as Saoirse enjoyed my treatment of her in the kink club, sends my arousal into overdrive. I’m maddeningly hard, my hands tensing next to me as she turns again, her heart-shaped ass swaying back and forth as she hooks her thumbs in the straps of her g-string and begins to slide it down her hips, bending forward as she does so.
I know what I’m going to see before the thong comes off, but it doesn’t change the pleasure I get from actually seeing it—her smooth ass bared completely before I get a glimpse of bare, smooth, slightly puffy pussy lips, glistening at the edges with her own arousal as she lets the thong fall down those slender thighs. I’m suddenly reminded of the hot, slick feel of Saoirse’s pussy when I’d slid my fingers under her panties, the way she’d arched and ground against me, desperate for pleasure.
“Mm, look at that cock,” the redhead purrs as she lets the thong fall and spins again, stepping gracefully out of it and towards me, down off of the stage. Her breasts bounce in time with every step, her body absolute, confirmed perfection now that she’s entirely nude. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen one that large. Or maybe it’s an optical illusion?” She winks at me, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Maybe I should touch it, just to make sure.”
She leans over me, her hands planted on the back of the velvet seating, her breasts swaying very near my face as she arches her back, curving towards me temptingly. One hand slides down the front of my shirt, deftly undoing two buttons before I know what she’s up to, her fingers tracing the smooth muscled flesh of my chest.
“I have to say,” she purrs, her fingers slipping inside my shirt to tease my nipple as she slides up, straddling my lap, “you’re the hottest man I’ve had in here with me in a long time. It’s a shame I can’t do more with you for free.”
She sways above me as she speaks, her pussy an inch from my cock, and I have the sudden urge to grab her hips and grind her down onto it. I’maching, my cock throbbing steadily now, and I can feel my briefs clinging to the tip, now sticky with pre-cum. I’m sure every word coming out of her mouth is a seductive lie, intended to make me spend more money on her, but right now I couldn’t give a flying fuck. It’s not even my own money I’m spending tonight.
The most infuriating thing is that she’s not even what I really want. IwantSaoirse. I want to hear her irritatingly grating voice mouthing off to me, so I can silence her with a kiss, to feel her anger give way to lust as I pull her against me, to strip off her clothing and tease her with fingers and tongue until she’s begging, to smell and taste the sweetness of her before I thrust myself into her as deeply as I can andfinallytake the relief that I’m dying for.
I promised myself, though. I promised myself on that fucking beach when I nearly lost control that I wouldn’t touch her again until our wedding night, and that even then, I won’t do it more than necessary to get her pregnant. Cold, dutiful sex. That’s what was agreed upon, what Ineed, for my own sanity.
That, and right now, to fucking come so I can think straight again.
“What will you let me do, for a price?” I ask her, my voice thick and rasping, careful not to touch her yet. I know the rules of places like this, but I make sure to let her see and hear in my face and voice how aroused I am, as if the plain, thick line of my cock about to burst through my fly wasn’t enough to let her know.
She grins, her full lips curving. “Anything, if you pay enough. What do you want, handsome? You want to finger me? Eat me out while I suck you? Fuck me? It’s ten thousand if you want my ass, but you can do anything you want, up to and including that, if you’ve got the green to back it up.” She arches her hips as she speaks, her pussy so close to my cock that I can feel the heat of it through my pants, and I grit my teeth against the almost painful throb of lust that ripples through me.
I’m very close to fucking her. I have all the money I could need, I could take every hole she has, but something stops me. I don’t want to admit what it is—that what I want is to come, but I don’t want to fuck a girl who isn’t Saoirse, that I haven’t wanted to since I tried to take Amy home to my flat. I couldn’t get it up for Amy that night, and I’m rock fucking hard now, but the idea of this girl’s lips or pussy or ass taking my cock stops me dead in my tracksstill,despite how much better that would be than my hand.
Fuck it. I need to comenow.I reach into my wallet for my billfold, pulling off the silver clip and tossing the wad of bills onto the stage, all hundreds, so that they scatter over the white-topped surface. I don’t know how much money there is, exactly, but it’s enough to make the redhead’s eyes go wide, her mouth opening a little as she catches sight of it. “What do you want, sugar?” she asks in a sweet voice, and I push myself up from the velvet couch, feeling almost feral with need as I grab her.
She yelps as my hand fists in her hair, my other grabbing her hip and lifting her off of me, spinning her around, but it’s a sound of excitement, not pain.Good. This one likes it rough.I don’t enjoy manhandling women who don’t like it, but the half-moan, half-cry that slips from her lips as I bend her roughly over the stage and push her thighs apart with my knee lets me know that shemorethan likes it. Her pussy is glistening, her lips flowering open to let me see just how turned on she is, her small pink clit visible as she spreads her legs wide for me, and I have one second to reconsider my plan, and just shove my cock to the root inside of her wet and willing body.
The simple fact, though, is that while I want—no,need—desperately to come, I don’t want to fuck any woman who isn’t Saoirse.
And that makes me so fucking angry I can barely see straight.
She came into my life, turned it upside down with her demands and her father’s demands, wrung a proposal out of me, has me in a state of near-constant, mind-boggling lust, and now I can’t even fuck to clear my head?I seethe as I yank my zipper down, my hand still fisted tightly in the red-head’s hair as I hold her down over the stage, her hands gripping it as she mewls with her own arousal.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I growl. “Feel free to play with yourself if you want to come. I’m not going to touch you, but Iamgoing to come all over you. And it’s not going to take very fucking long.”
The redhead moans, her fingers instantly flying to her clit as I wrap my fist around my cock, stroking hard and fast as I look at her round, creamy ass in front of me, her perfect thighs, her pink and dripping pussy. My cock swells in my hand, the vein throbbing as I rub my palm roughly over it, squeezing the head with each pass as I pull her head back.
“You’re going to fucking come, aren’t you, you little slut?” I growl, and it’s not her I’m talking to, it’s Saoirse. Saoirse, who let me finger her to her first orgasm by someone else’s hand that first night we met, Saoirse, who won’t back down from a fucking bet and found herself strapped to a spanking bench as a result. Saoirse, who came twice for me in that room, her ass red from my paddling, and then swallowed my load like the good girl I know she can be, when she puts her mind to it.
Saoirse, who is driving me so fucking insane that I have a stripper who looks like her bent facedown over a stage so I can come on her ass and pretend it’s the woman I really want.
Beneath me, the redhead moans, her fingers flying over her clit as she arches shamelessly backwards, panting as she fingers herself towards her own climax. The air in the room is thick and hot with the smell of sex and need, and it only makes my desire that much more impossible to rein in. I feel half-crazed, and I know if it were actually Saoirse in front of me right now, nothing would stop me from fucking her right this second—not promises I made to her or myself, not her virginity or any other fucking thing.
And after all this, you might not even get to have her after all.
“Fuck!” I snarl the word, my fist clenching angrily, almost painfully around my throbbing erection as my cockhead swells and I feel my balls tighten with that first delicious rush of pleasure. For a moment it all blurs, all my frustration and anger and lust, and I see my cum spurt out over her arching back and perfect ass, coating her pale skin again and again as I jerk hard and fast, groaning out my release through gritted teeth. “Saoirse—fuck,Saoirse—” I moan aloud, fucking my fist as my hips jerk forward with the need for more, a flood of my cum dripping over her skin.
She cries out, bucking against her hand as the heat of my cum on her skin sends her over the edge, and as the last drops of it fall onto her upturned ass I let go of her hair, letting her slump forward onto the stage. “Oh, god,” she gasps, clutching the side of it with her hand as I back up, tucking my still half-swollen cock back into my jeans and zipping up.
