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I lift her onto the edge and part her legs, stepping between them, shoving her skirt up to her hips until I have a clear view of her panties. She’s already soaked through them and wetness trails down her thigh.
“You’re so hot,” she whispers, searching my face. “Too damn handsome for your own good.”
And smarter than people like her give me credit for. I’ve learned to use my looks as currency.
I keep my hold on her upper body, slowly shoving her down until she’s on her back. With the other hand I peel her panties down and yank them off of her legs before stepping between her thighs and quickly unbuttoning my fly.
“Is this what you want from me?” I ask.
I flick a finger along her slit and slide moisture on every part of her pussy.
Jade licks her lips, craning her head enough to watch me finger her.
“It’s always what I want from you. You know how good you are.” She stares at my half-chub, hardening to full mast as she watches. “Do your worst,” she says breathily, her face flushed.
“Oh, that’s not a place you’re ready to go.”
For all her attitude, Jade isn’t equipped to handle me. She and all the other girls in the club, the ones she employs and the ones who sign a contract with her to perform for the audience, have only met their own edge.
They have no idea what it’s like to throw yourself over completely.
Because I’m not entirely fucking stupid despite my death wish, I grab a condom from my back pocket where I keep a few stashed and rip into the package with my teeth. Spitting out the piece of foil. Unrolling the latex down the length of my cock and keeping my clothes on.
The balance of power is with me, and even though I’m getting what I want in the end, Jade is getting something better: a fantasy lived in reality.
Her eyes widen and her mouth opens when I press the tip of my dick against her pussy. I thrust inside in a single motion and she gasps, her body forced forward with the impact of my intrusion. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hands clawing at her desk until she finds purchase.
I won’t let her touch me. Won’t allow those roving hands against my skin.
I’m merciless, thrusting into her ruthlessly, each slam of my pelvis against hers causing her to cry out. I’m in control, and it’s just another performance for me—a means to an end.
What would it be like if I could really let loose? All those chains keeping me contained gone as I lose myself to a woman? I never thought it was possible.
But I’m beginning to wonder if it might be.With her.
If it were Layla beneath me, I’d let her use her fingernails to claw at my skin. I’d work her over to the point where she begs for release. She’d be a wild ride, I imagine, one of those animalistic women who are too messed up to hold back and you know there’s an equal chance of coming or dying.
I grip Jade by the neck, choking her as I chase my own orgasm. She grinds her clit against me, changing the position of her hips just enough to grab her own release, and I follow a moment later. Grunting as I spill into the tip of the condom.
Seconds later I pull out of her body, buttoning myself back into the confines of my pants condom and all.
Jade clears her throat and sits up. She wipes her eyes and straightens her skirt down. “Her name is Layla Sinclair,” Jade tells me. “She fancies herself a Dom and comes in here sometimes when her own Subs aren’t doing it for her. Out for fresh meat, I’ve always said. She’s never performed though. She started coming here under the guise of investigating her father’s murder. David was his name. David Sinclair.”
Her smile turns viperous.
“You said you had new information I wouldn’t find online?” I push. There's more behind her smile than Jade lets on.
“She’s more fucked-up than you realize. I suppose it happens when your mother is raped. Layla needs so little provocation to spiral out of control. I wonder if she carries the burden of her mother’s suicide with her. Would make her good at her job, I’d think. She works for the 9th precinct over on Birch Street.”
Orphaned, and in the worst circumstances.
“All of this I can find online,” I snap.
“She’s never caught her father’s murderer. It drives her even more than what happened to her mom.” Jade shrugs. “That's all I’ve got.”
I walk out of the club only a single step ahead of where I’d been when I arrived.
Years he’s been in the grave. Years, and Layla is still out there trying to find his killer and maybe atone for the sick beginnings of her life, like it’s somehow her fault she is the way she is.
