Rafael
I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve her, but I refuse to ever let her go, and I’ll do anything in my power to keep her.
Earlier, I made the call demanding the back room of my restaurant was cleared and only female servers would work for us. That way, I could keep my jealousy in check and enjoy my time with her. My sweet little doll was none the wiser. Even though she questioned my intentions at the club tonight, she still beams at me like I hung the moon and stars from the sky. That look in her eyes, that complete devotion she gives me, has me teetering on the edge of admitting I feel something, something more than the kinky fuckery we have going on between us. What it is, I don’t know, so I sure as shit won’t be admitting anything of the sort.
Instead, I sit back on my couch with my arms draped over the top and watch in rapture at the sway of her seductive hips. I widen my legs farther to give my cock room to grow.
When I told Kai I wanted the private room upstairs cleared and for me not to be interrupted, he grinned, knowing a request like this was so foreign for me. Usually, I ask for multiple women to be brought up and the drinks to be filled with a never-ending flow of the best champagne money can buy you, but tonight, with the music vibrating against the floor and Ellie dancing like her ass is on fire, I relax and enjoy the view.
The way in which the gold satin dress clings to her small hips and the way the creases of the dress on her chest hide her bare breast, pleases me like a drug hitting my blood and heightening my desire to ravish her.
She flicks her hair over her shoulder as she clings onto the railing, overlooking the dance floor, and I itch to grab her by her hair and fuck her wildly. But instead, I watch, allowing my little doll to have her fun, to have the date Rocco assures me women crave for their men to provide. All while I unravel inside, struggling to control the beast fighting to be released against my better judgment.
She sticks her ass out, and my pulse races, then she shakes it, and I swear to Christ I’m two seconds away from blowing my fucking load. My hands ball into fists. The struggle to rein in my need for her is bordering on unbearable and one I’m not sure I’m capable of achieving.
The way she circles those hips has me palming my cock through my pants like a teenager, and the way she throws her head back reminds me of the ecstasy on her face when she comes. I want nothing more than to wrap my hand around her throat while I force my cock inside her tiny hole, stretching her to accommodate every thick inch of me.
I mentally praise myself for insisting on adding the privacy glass only yesterday, knowing it would drive me to insanity if anyone were to catch a glimpse of my little doll in the throes of her pleasure.
As the bass booms around us, I admit this night has turned into one to remember, a night where not only has she gotten what she wanted but I will get what I want too.
As I stand and walk toward my doll dancing innocently, I can’t help but wonder if tonight is the night my seed will take form. Tonight, she will dance for the devil.