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I smile up at him as he focuses on mixing the ingredients and rimming the glass with salt.
“You’re good at that.”
“It’s not the only thing I’m good at.” He winks as he shakes it all before he pours it into the glass and hands it over to me.
I lift it, take a sip, and can’t help but moan. “Gosh, this is amazing.”
“So was that.” Before I can ask him what he’s talking about, he is out from behind the bar and reaching for my hand again.
A guy opens the door at the back and lets us in.
His office is small with one desk and a seat on either side. Nothing hangs on the walls indicating that it’s anyone’s or making it someone’s personal space. I scan the space as he goes over to a bank of black screens and touches something. The screens light up, showing different camera angles within the club.
“Do you usually watch from back here?”
“No, I was leaving when I saw you walk in.” I gape at him.
“I’ve been here for two hours,” I say incredulously.
“I know.” He sits down and nods his head to the empty seat in front of him. “So, about our date.”
“I just don’t think I’m ready,” I tell him, my heart beating a little faster.
“I’m not asking you to marry me, Oriana. I’m asking for something you owe me, and I always collect my debts.” His fingers tap on his desk, one by one, and I sit there mesmerized by it before I blurt out, “Do you bring other women back here?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t hesitate.
“And what do you do with them?” I look at my drink for some reason.
Do I really want to know the answer?
“No, I do not make them drinks. They usually suck my cock.” My eyes go wide, and he places his elbows on the desk, leaning forward. “Does that bother you? Someone else on their knees in front of me, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks my cock, draining it with her perfect lips, sucking me dry?”
I go to stand on impulse, my heels digging into the floor as I do, shock vibrating through me like a steam train. But something inside me, something I can’t make sense of, makes me sit straight back down.
He smirks. “Tell me, Oriana. Did that selfish husband of yours ever give you a good time? Have you ever been put on a desk and had your pussy ravished?”
My cheeks go red at his words. I feel them becoming brighter and brighter with the heat. The warmth of my skin is a rush I haven’t felt in too long. “Oriana.” He says my name and my eyes snap up to meet his. “Have you?”
I don’t know why my answer leaves my lips, but somehow, he makes it. “No,” I reply quietly.
He sits back in his chair, nodding.
“Has he ever tasted you?” My hand lifts to my hair, and I start twirling it with my finger.
“Yes,” I tell him, and he nods. “But it’s not his thing,” I add with a slight shrug.
He scoffs. “It’s every man’s thing. Having a woman come undone by your mouth alone is a power trip. When she calls out your name, or even better, calls out for God. But the one you call when you scream for me, will be ‘yes, Master,’ right against my mouth.” I cross my legs at the visual his words bring to my mind, my core tingling. “Would you like me to show you?”
