she’s seeing me—with complete revulsion.
“Don’t touch me!” she cries.
I feel a bitter stab of satisfaction, seeing her wrenched back down so abruptly. She thinks she can float up to heaven whenever she likes? Well, I’ll drag her all the way down to hell with me.
“Go back to your room,” I tell her, taking pleasure in dismissing her at my will. She’s my prisoner, and she better not forget it. I might give her the run of the house, but that doesn’t change our dynamic. She eats when I say. She wears what I say. She comes when I say. And she goes when I say.
She’s only too happy to leave. She runs away, the hem of the green silk dress flowing behind her like a cape.
Once she’s gone, I expect to return to my usual state of apathy. Nessa is just a blip on my radar—a momentary jolt that disappears again just as quickly.
But not tonight. Her scent lingers in my nostrils—sweet almond and red wine. My fingertips can still feel the softness of her skin.
Even after I pour myself a drink and gulp it down, I still feel agitated and aroused. My cock is uncomfortably stiff against my leg, remembering the feeling of Nessa’s slim thigh pressed against it, with only my trousers and a very small amount of silk between us.
I leave the house, and I drive over to Jungle, weaving through the nighttime traffic. I drive a Tesla because it’s the perfect stealth wealth car. It looks like just another black sedan and draws no attention from the cops, despite costing me $168,000 fully loaded. The acceleration is like a drop off a roller coaster. My stomach lurches as I whip around the corner, utterly silent.
I park behind the club and enter through the back door, nodding to the bouncer as I pass.
I head straight for the main bar, pushing through the crush of drunken patrons. Petra is slammed with drink orders. She abandons them when I jerk my head toward my office, telling her to follow me.
She’s wearing a bikini-style top that barely contains her tits, and cutoff shorts that expose the bottom half of her ass. She’s got that septum piercing I detest, as well as the ones in her ears, eyebrow, and bellybutton. I couldn’t give a shit about any of it. She could be wearing a gorilla suit and I wouldn’t care, as long as it provided access to the part of her I need.
“I didn’t think you were coming in tonight,” she purrs, following me into the office.
“I wasn’t,” I say shortly.
I close the door behind us and yank down the front of her top, making her tits spill out. Usually I like watching them bounce around while I fuck her, but tonight the sight of all that flesh just seems . . . excessive.
I flip her around and bend her over the desk instead. The backside isn’t any better. Her big, round ass is turning me off in a way it didn’t before, the same with the gamey scent of her sweat and her heavy perfume, which doesn’t cover up the fact that she’s been smoking. None of that bothered me. Now all of a sudden it does.
My cock hasn’t caught up with my brain, however. It’s still raging from earlier, springing free of my pants and jabbing between Petra’s asscheeks.
“You’re ready to go,” she remarks in a pleased tone.
Sometimes it takes a while for her to get me “ready to go.” Sometimes I’m not ready at all, even after thirty minutes of her sucking my cock, and I send her away without finishing.
Tonight, I’ve got enough pent-up aggression to fuck the entire lineup of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Without any foreplay, I slide on a condom and I ram my cock into Petra from behind, fucking her into the desk. Every thrust makes the desk jolt against the floor. It sends ripples across the flesh of Petra’s ample ass.
She’s moaning and urging me on, as vocal as a porn star. About as creative as one too—her cries of “Oh! Oh! That’s it! Harder!” sound scripted. Plus, they’re getting louder by the minute.
“Shut up,” I growl, gripping her hips and trying to focus.
Petra sinks into sullen silence.
I close my eyes, trying to recapture that sense of anxious arousal that brought me over here, that desperate need for release.
Instead, I remember the feeling of my hand on Nessa’s bare back, sandwiched between her warm skin and her cool, silky hair. I remember