Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
If Sadie and I become uncomfortable or worried at any time, all we have to do is press the red button on the wall by the stage. It alerts the security guard standing outside the door. He will kick down the door if he has to and break fucking bones to get to us. Armed guards are always on the property. That’s one thing about the owners, our safety is important to them.
It’s happened before. Once, there were over fifteen guys in here with ten dancers. Things got out of hand, and one of the girls pressed the emergency button. All fifteen men were escorted out by the police and taken straight to jail. Broken noses and all.
He lets go of my G-string, and I wonder if he felt the wet spot I know is there. The song changes to “cult leader” by KiNG MALA, and I lower my hips to the stage before turning around onto my ass. I spread my legs wide and lie my back on the stage. My hand goes between my legs, and I run my fingers over the G-string that glows under the black light, silently telling him I want more.
I keep my eyes trained on the man standing at the edge of the stage. His tatted knuckles are on full display while his fingers wrap around the edge as he leans over. The flashing lights make it too hard to see the details of the tattoos. I rise up, grab the back of his mask, and bring his face down to my pussy as I lift my hips off the stage at the same time.
He surprises me by grabbing my hips and yanking me to the edge. I scream in surprise, but you don’t hear it over the music. My heart hammers in my chest when he guides my legs to wrap around his waist. The material of his hoodie and jeans seems so rough against my skin. When I tighten my legs, his belt digs into my skin. I like pain. It turns me on.
Running my hands up my ribs and over my breasts, I push the crop top up, exposing my chest to him.
Fuck, I’m so horny. The subtle red lights have my vision going in and out, and the room spins. My hands move to my hard nipples, but they’re grabbed and pinned down to the stage by my side.
I lift my hips, moaning and the guy standing between my legs thrusts his hips into me, letting me feel how hard he is. “Fffuuucccckkkk,” I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head.
My mother’s worst fear has come true—I’m an addict when it comes to sex. She believed sex was a duty, not something we should enjoy. Saint taught me that it’s okay to enjoy it. Want it. Crave it. I honestly thought I’d be with him the rest of my life, but ever since I left him, I’ve been chasing that high that only he was able to give.
The man pulls on my wrists, yanking me to sit up. His hands drop to my ass and fingers dig into it painfully as he carries me over to the other end of the white leather couch that runs the length of the back wall.
My hands go between our bodies to his belt, and I undo the black studded leather. Once done, he grabs it and yanks it from the loops. He pushes my arms behind my back and ties them together with the belt. The metal studs dig into my skin in the most delightful way.
I push my breasts into his mask now that my arms are behind my back. His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, and my pussy clenches. I stare into the black circles where his eyes should be as his free hand pulls my G-string to the side. This time, he runs his fingers over my cunt, feeling my wetness, and I groan, rocking my hips back and forth, wanting him to fuck me.
His fingers are rough, making me whimper, and his hand tightens around my throat, restricting my air. It’s as if he can read my mind and knows what I need.
He fucks me—two fingers, three fingers—in and out while I ride them as if it’s his cock. My head falls back, and I close my eyes. My chest heaves as I try to breathe, and my nipples are hard aching to be pinched.
I have no shame when it comes to what my body likes. I love to be degraded and praised at the same time. Make me a wet, sobbing mess while you tell me how pretty I look with my face covered in your cum. I’m a slut for that.
I’m convulsing, my lungs burning, and I can feel my heartbeat in my face from lack of oxygen when the wave hits me like a hurricane. If I was standing, the force would knock me to my knees. He releases my throat, and I suck in a deep breath as he removes his fingers from inside me. The loss makes me cold, and a shiver runs through my body.