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He waited until the servant had walked away before gazing down at the lovely woman. “What’s your name?”
“Ginger,” she purred and slathered her tongue down the underside of his cock, blowing hot air across his testicles.
“Well Ginger, you’re absolutely correct. Tonight you do belong to me.” Christopher leaned back in his chair, surveying the other patrons as she slid his shaft inside her wet mouth. Club Noir was packed with men, all hungering for the same objective, allowing their demons to play. He chuckled at the thought and wrapped his hand around her long locks, keeping her in place.
Ginger sucked on his balls as her fingers pumped the base of his shaft, her hand twisting back and forth.
The friction created gave him tingles. He did love a good blowjob.
“Christopher Worth. I certainly didn’t expect to see you in a kink club.”
The snicker drew bile into the back of Christopher’s throat. He sniffed and glanced only once at the man who’d been his business partner almost ten years before. Now bitter enemies, they remained only cordial for certain media events. “Stephen Drummand. I should have realized your proclivities were on the extreme. At least you have some sort of passion. You certainly have zero verve in your professional life. I daresay your sadistic conquests might be the only ones you garner in the upcoming weeks.” The barb was pathetic, merely an attempt to ruffle the man’s feathers. Vying for the same contract, one that could potentially bring in millions, their contempt of one another was cataclysmic. The submissive in Stephen’s control remained unblinking, yet her lips quivered. Was there fear in her expression?
Stephen laughed and grabbed the girl’s neck, digging his fingers into her skin. He pressed his lips against her cheek as he cupped and squeezed her lace-covered breast with the other hand. “Two days. Then we’ll see who is the better man.” He swept his gaze down to Ginger as her lips worked on Christopher’s cock and snickered. “Go back to your whore, the only pleasure you’re going to receive.” He turned sharply, dragging the girl across the floor and into the shadows.
For several reasons Christopher tensed. If he lost the upcoming deal his credibility was shot. He’d risked too much in order to land this contract. The entire development had been held up for months already. Hissing, he pushed Ginger’s head down, forcing her to take every inch of his cock.
She gagged, her hand flailing against his leg. Then she dropped her arm as if realizing her faux pa.
“Keep sucking. I need to come.” He glanced at the men closest to him, half expecting an audience. The majority of Dom’s he knew in the business world. This was their place of respite, a walk away from their daily concerns. He remained edgy, Stephen’s words lingering in the back of his mind.
“Sir, your drink.” Ryan offered.
“Indeed.” Christopher grabbed the glass, waving the servant away. After taking two gulps, he eased the drink onto the table and closed his eyes in an attempt to relax. He hadn’t been able to come in over three months, no matter the woman or the circumstance. His cock remained firm, throbbing as she used her strong jaw muscles, clamping around his thickness.
Ginger mewed as she sucked, swirling her tongue around his flesh.
He was able to drown out the noise, his mind easing into a place of peace. The pleasure was delicious but after several minutes he pushed her away.
She landed on her ass and pressed her hand across her mouth. Her eyes were imploring, searching for his reaction.
The submissive had failed, just like the others. Disgusted, he polished off his drink, slipped his dick back into his pants and rose to his feet. Glaring down at her, he zipped his pants and nodded toward the back of the club. Tonight he would take out his aggression on her flesh. “Get up, slut.”
Lowering her eyes, she rose to her feet. “Yes, Sir.”
Christopher studied her porcelain skin. She was beautiful and no doubt was in a position of authority in her vanilla life. The women who submitted to sadistic men such as him were all looking for the same thing, release. He closed the distance and fingered the thin satin string holding her bustier together. He loathed the trite costumes, leather and lace other men seemed to enjoy. He could care less what the whores wore. The piece untied easily, exposing her full breasts. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He tugged the ribbon until the crimson corset fell to the floor. While others looked, there were no gestures or words spoken. Club Noir offered every aspect of sex as well as kink, and the women who’d signed a contract knew exactly what they could expect, total degradation.
Ginger’s skin glistened in the dim lighting, a single bead of perspiration trickling down her forehead. She swallowed and parted her legs, keeping her gaze averted.
Christopher drank in her scent, an exotic musk. In fact, the perfume she wore was his favorite. The color she wore was a requirement. He’d expect nothing less given the hefty price he paid on a monthly basis to frequent the secretive consortium, even though his visits had been infrequent. He allowed his eyes to fall to the matching thong and wrapped his index finger around the elastic. A quick snap of his wrist and the panties were ripped from her hips.
She bit back a moan as she tumbled forward from the force.
Exhaling slowly, he gripped her chin, pulling her toward him. “Tonight I’m going to hurt you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to whip you until your skin is raw. You’ll wear my marks for days.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling.
Using just his thumb, he rubbed the tip across the seam of her mouth until she parted her lips. He darted his finger inside, savoring the joy she seemed to have in sucking him. A tingle slithered down his spine, a burning desire to beat her unconscious keeping his shaft rock hard. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. Dark visions rushed into the back of his mind. For a few seconds he remained unable to focus as his brutal thoughts continued to spiral. His mouth was dry as anticipation of using every inch of her body gave him an adrenaline rush.
Ginger whimpered as he twisted her tender bud.
