Chapter 15 #2
I shrugged lightly. Honestly, I didn’t wanna hear shit else about how Monroe felt about my dick and my money. "Monroe knows her place. This ain't personal."
Madam laughed lightly. "Oh, I highly doubt that.
This is definitely personal." She leaned forward and crooked her finger towards me to come closer.
I did, bending down slightly and leaning in.
She locked those sharp eyes on me, tone firm.
"You just remember that while you're enjoying yourself, this is a place of business. I don’t want any drama, bullshit, or entanglements. Am I making myself clear, Boss?"
I nodded, with a smile. "Crystal clear, lovely."
"Good." She leaned back again. "Because you may be the boss out there," she pointed to the door. "But in these walls," her finger circled the air. "I'm the queen of this domain."
Chuckling, I nodded in agreement. "Say less. I would never dream of disrespecting you or your establishment."
"Wonderful." She licked her lips, looking me up and down. "Okay then, Boss."
I smirked. "So, we’re good?"
Madam laughed lightly. "We are. You can go wait at the bar. She'll be down. Enjoy your night."
"You too, queen," I gave her a wink and headed out.
Making my way to the bar, I was hoping I didn't run into Monroe's ass again.
Instead, I ran into a sexy, blond chick wearing a backless, lace bodysuit and heels.
She was making her way out of the bar while I was approaching.
I knew exactly who she was though. And by the way her almond eyes narrowed, she must've recognized me too.
She boldly stepped in front of my path.
Amused, I looked her up and down. "Ronnie, right?"
"Mmhm." She placed her arm on the doorway; head tilted to the side as she appraised me. "Boss, huh?"
"The one and only," I confirmed.
"Nice to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes itself."
"In all good ways I hope."
Her eyes dropped down to my dick and stayed there. She licked her lips and smirked. "Maybe." She gave a slight shrug. "But I'm not 'bout to stroke your ego."
"Isn't that your job though?" I snorted with a smirk.
Her eyes came back to mine. "Are you paying me?" she countered.
"Nah." I shook my head.
"Then—fuck off." Ronnie gave my chest a playful shove and stepped to the side of me.
All I could do was shake my head and smile. She took a few steps away and my eyes dropped to her ass instantly.
Stopping in her tracks, she turned her head. "Oh... and Boss?"
I looked back up.
Cutting her eyes at me, she pointed— "I got my eyes on you. GG is my sis. Handle her with care."
"Yes, ma'am." I nodded giving her a two-finger salute.
Flipping her hair, she walked off with one of the meanest struts I've ever seen on a woman. I was highly entertained. Her and Gianna had some mouths on them. But that shit was sexy as hell and apparently, they knew it.
I sat on one of the black leather chairs as I waited for Gianna, my eyes glued to the doorway.
Minutes later, I heard the click of heels.
She walked in slowly, a soft curious smile on her face.
Her hair was in a bunch of wavy curls. She was wearing a short blue dress that barely covered her cheeks.
Titties bouncing, nipples hard and hips swaying. My mouth watered instantly as I stood.
"You know, when Ronnie just texted me to tell me you were here, I didn’t think nothing of it," she began as she stopped in front of me.
"But then when Madam texted and said my client has been cancelled and you were waiting for me…
I thought to myself, there's no way in hell this man did what I think he did. " She shook her head slowly.
I stepped closer, looking down at her, those pretty pink lips that were begging for me to kiss her. "What do you think I did?" I asked, voice low.
She tilted her head slightly. "How much did you pay to do this, Boss?"
"Enough," I smirked placing my hand on her hip. "You said as long as the deposit hit right?"
She bit back a smile. "I did." She nodded once.
"I told you, that muhfucka gon' always hit." I squeezed her hip. "Now…what room we in? I'm trying to fuck you 'til you can't see straight."
She inhaled a sharp breath that made me smile. "Right this way."
Taking my hand, she led me out, my eyes glued to her ass the entire time.
I wanted to spread her cheeks and put my face between them.
Crawl inside that shit and build a home.
I swear this damn woman had me wanting to do the nastiest shit to her.
This was how habits were formed, and Gianna was gon' fuck around and turn me into an addict.
She led me to our suite. I had two hours, so as soon as she the door closed behind me, I was on her ass. "Take that shit off." I pulled off my shirt, tossing it on the armchair.
Gianna just smiled and slid the strapless dress down her body, shimmying it off her hips while I kicked off my shoes and snatched my jeans and boxers down. She stood in front of me, butt ass naked with heels on.
I bit down on my bottom lip, stroking my dick as pre-cum oozed out the tip. "Go sit on the bed, spread your legs. I wanna smell it."
She backed away slowly towards the bed, eyes locked on me.
Sitting down, she spread her thick thighs giving me a birds eyes view of her pussy.
She was already glistening. I continued to stroke my dick, damn near biting a hole in my bottom lip as she dipped a red tipped finger inside.
She fingered her wetness, watching me. Slowly, she withdrew the finger that was coated in her white cream.
"You wanna do more than just smell it, Boss," she said softly, "You wanna taste it, don't you?"
She was right. Fuck she was right. I approached her slowly, the vein on my dick pulsating as all the blood and logic in my head rushed down. I stood in front of her, dick bobbing in her face. "The only pussy I eat is my wife's," I replied low.
She smirked softly. "Really? So why aren’t you at home doing it then—hmm? " she asked. "Why are you here…spending thousands of dollars on a woman you just met. Salivating, 'cause you wanna taste my pussy so bad."
Shit she had me there. I was stuck.
"Go home to your wife, Boss," she challenged.
I swallowed, locked in her gaze, my head feeling hazy like I was under some kinda of sex spell. "I don't want to," I responded finally.
Gianna smiled. "I know you don't." She extended her finger with her juices still on it. "Taste it," she encouraged me softly.
I paused for half a second, but then I leaned in and wrapped my lips around her finger, sucking it gently.
"Good boy," she cooed.
My dick jumped. Something in my brain clicked.
Why did that shit turn me on even more? She slowly withdrew her finger from my mouth.
Cupping my chin in her hand, she pulled me closer until I was bending down further.
She pulled me in until we were so close I could feel the warmth of her breath on my lips and smell the mint in her mouth.