Chapter 8 Roman #2
I switch to flicking them and her body responds. Her chest flushes as she continues to squirm and moan. Her protests cease as she relaxes under my grip.
“Such a good, good girl,” I murmur against her skin.
She tastes and smells divine. I want to bury my face in her sweaty pussy, get her workout stink all over me. I release her and pull her tank top all the way off, throwing it behind me.
I grab her legs and lift her up. She’s light as a feather as her thighs ride my shoulders. Her back presses against the wall and I’m holding her up while my tongue finds her clit, her pussy pressed against my face and beard, her sweet sweaty smell filling my senses.
I suck on her clit in slow, rhythmic motions and I feel her hands in my hair. She stifles her moans for a few moments, but before long, they rise from within her. Soon, her juices soak my beard as tiny thigh shivers press against the sides of my face.
“Roman,” she moans. “Oh, my fucking… Oh, God, Roman…”
I smile against her right thigh and slap her bare ass. She jumps with surprise, nearly falling off my shoulders. “You can call me ‘Sir’,” I say, alternating with slow licks along her inner lips. “You can call me Roman. Nothing else.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says. She catches on quickly.
I hold her on my shoulders and against the wall as I suck on her perfect, sweet pussy. Her juices start flowing like a river down my face and her hips start to move to match my intensity.
I’m so hard that I feel like my dick is going to break the zipper of my jeans. I finally have to set her down on her feet and turn her around, pulling her ass toward me as I free it from my pants.
“Still want to leave, little girl?” I ask as I push the head of my cock inside her. The length and girth surprise her and she flinches, mouth open soundlessly. Then her back arches as I start thrusting hard into her.
I hold her hips as I fuck her. She moans loud and rough against the wall. “You’re not going anywhere,” I moan as her tight, wet pussy squeezes around my cock. “Say it, baby girl. Tell me you’re staying.”
I slap her ass and she shudders. “Yes, Sir,” she moans. “I’m staying. I’m fucking staying.”
I lift her leg and hold it up as I push deeper inside her. Her thigh starts to shake in my arms. “You ready to come, milaya? You want to show me how you cream all over my dick?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moans. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Yeah? Show me, baby. Show me how you come apart.”
Her walls twitch and tighten and her moans reach a high, fevered pitch. I wrap my free arm around her waist as she lets go, her body shivering in my arms.
I bury my face in the back of her neck as she goes on, my own climax right around the corner. “Don’t stop,” she says over and over again. “Please don’t stop, Roman. Don’t you fucking stop.”
She reaches around and grabs the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. I explode like a rocket, filling her up as I thrust hard, hitting the very center of her insides.
“Oh, my God,” she croons. “It’s so good…”
“You want more, baby?” I say, kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she says almost immediately. “Please, Daddy. Give me more.”
Daddy. I like the sound of that. Just hearing her call me that makes me hard all over again. I turn her around and carry her to the couch. She wants to come, I’ll give her all she could ever want.
We’re lying on the couch, dozing as the light from the high windows of the club start to shift as the afternoon rolls on. Ten years of pent-up energy just exploded out of me like a volcano. All I want to do is sleep.
She’s lying on top of me, her naked body warmer and softer than any blanket. I’m tempted to get up and lock the door and just spend forever right here, fucking our brains out.
She stirs a little, then lifts her head and looks at me for a few seconds. Her brow furrows as she looks away. “I should get going.”
I raise my eyebrow. “You don’t have to go just yet. It’s hours before we open.”
She’s standing up and looking for her clothes now. I watch her lithe figure move around the couch, then to the corner wall where her yoga pants fell. I sit up, a slice of genuine concern filling me. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no,” she says immediately. She steps into them as she talks. “This was great. It was…” She trails off. For a few seconds, she’s just standing there topless, looking everywhere but at me.
“Ember?”
“This shouldn’t have happened,” she says. She sees her shirt and walks over to it. It’s all the way on the other side of the couch. “It was wrong on every level. Having sex was a big fucking mistake.”
“If you think this is a mistake…” I laugh. “Well, I’d hate to see what you do on purpose.” She doesn’t respond. She just turns her tank top around and around in her hands, then realizing it’s inside out, starts turning it the right way around.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” I say.
“That’s just it,” she says. She stops and looks at me for the first time. “Roman… I didn’t come here to do this, okay? I don’t know what came over me, but I didn’t want to barter my body for this job. I’m not that kind of person.”
She finally gets the top together and puts it on, pulling it over her head. “I’m not for sale, Roman.”
“Good. Neither am I.” I stand and walk over to her. Her eyes dart down to my cock before she turns away, her face reddening. “Did you want to fuck me?” I ask her.
“What kind of question is that?”
“An honest one. Did you want this?”
She sighs, still doing her best not to look at me. “Can you put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake?”
“Answer me, Ember.” I close the gap between us, getting close enough to take in the scent of sex and flowers mingling in the air between us. She looks at me, the ice in her eyes melting.
“Of course I did,” she says softly. “Maybe in another life…” She looks away and takes a step back from me. “I’m still going to quit. It’s the right call. Morally. Ethically. I can’t be your manager anymore.”
I nod slowly. I guess post-nut clarity is a bitch for some people. “I understand. You can’t leave just yet, though.”
“Roman—”
“You just hired on new staff and the security is still getting its bearings. I bring somebody new in here now and they change it all up, this place will tank faster than it rose. It’s too soon.” She stares at me with genuinely saddened eyes as I talk. The way her sorrow seems to tug at my heart…
“Thought you didn’t care about this place,” she said. “Last I heard, you were as fine with setting it on fire as you were with keeping it open.”
I shrug. “Changed my mind. Stay, Ember.” She holds herself, crossing her arms over her waist. “Three months,” I tell her. “Give it three more months. By then, everything will be in place around here and I’ll accept your resignation without question.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?” She doesn’t answer. She just stands there, staring at me with those eyes. “This place will crash without you if you don’t build an infrastructure first and you know it. All things considered, I’d rather not do that.”
She studies me, arctic blue eyes tracing my face. “All right,” she says. “Three months… on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Keep your boys in line. I don’t want to have any more disagreements about who should disciplining them when they step out of line.”
“All right.”
“And I need you to keep your… business out of the club. Nothing illegal on the premises.”
“Can’t promise that.”
She scoffs. “There aren’t any other places you and your miscreants can do business? Look, I don’t think it’s outrageous to ask that this place be legitimate despite the Bratva presence. It’ll benefit you and your people, too, I’ll bet. If anybody comes around here asking questions—”
“Who would come around asking anything?”
She pauses, then, “Don’t you dare stand there with your dick out and act like you’re some choir boy. The point is that I don’t want any trouble here. If I’m going to stay, I have to insist on that.”
I think about that for a second. Most of my businesses are just fronts for other activities. Traditionally, the strip club has always been the best environment for run our drug and prostitution rings. I had been thinking about starting that up here, too.
She’s not wrong, however. I just acquired this club. If I show up on someone’s radar, this might be the first place they decide to investigate.
“All right,” I say. “You have a deal. You give me three months, I’ll make sure we all keep our noses clean while we’re on the premises.”
She bites her lip as she nods, then she sticks her hand out to me. “Shake on it.”
I shake her hand. With that said, she sidesteps me. “If you’ll excuse me, this is my off day.”
“Sure you don’t want to spend it here with me?” I say, watching her tight little ass walk away from me. “I can lock the door. We won’t be disturbed for the rest of the night.”
She looks over her shoulder at me but says nothing. I watch her leave and after a few seconds, I breathe in the scents of sex, sweat, and her perfumed skin. Whatever happens next, if anything at all, this was nice.