Prologue #3
“Yeah. Okay. You’re right. The first virgin I ever fucked,” I tell her honestly, rubbing the back of my neck and wondering what the protocol is for deflowering an innocent.
“Stop making it weird. It was sex. We had fun, I enjoyed it, I came, you came, and now it’s over.
I’m not expecting anything.” She laughs, looking at me head-on so that I can see the truth in her eyes.
This was just sex for her too. Thank God, because I want to fuck her again, but that will never happen if she thinks this means something special.
“Good,” I say, nodding my head, glad that we’re in agreement.
Reaching into my wallet, I pull out a grand and lay it on the desk next to her.
I feel like she deserves more for how roughly I took her when she’d obviously never been with a man before, but then again, I didn’t force her. She made the choice.
“Thanks, darlin’,” I tell her, placing a kiss on her lips before slipping out the door and heading back to the VIP area.
A virgin. What are the fucking odds? Reaching the top of the stairs, I see that everyone is finished with their entertainment for the night and is standing around, finishing their beer, and most likely waiting on me.
“Done?” Sparrow asks, patting the redhead's ass and sending her on her way.
“Yeah. Let’s ride,” I tell him, already heading for the exit, needing to get the fuck out of here before I go hunt down Vixen for another round.
I’m not sure how it happened, but for the next week, I find myself returning to Heaven’s Door every night and fucking Vixen in the office.
The first night she was a little sore but never complained.
After coming back for more the following two nights, I realized she’d put me under her spell, and I didn’t want to share what had only ever been mine.
The fourth night I made her a deal she couldn’t refuse, and she agreed that she was off limits to anyone but me until one of us was done with the arrangement.
I had already made up my mind before she agreed to my terms that I was going to pay her for the time we spent together.
It was the only way I could allow myself to take what I wanted from her and not let things get personal.
Tonight though, I want to switch things up. “Come home with me,” I say. I’ve been here every night this week, and each night she gives me exactly what I come looking for. But I’m starting to crave more of her, and that is beginning to feel like a problem.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, trying to roll her hips against my mouth.
Flicking her clit with my tongue, I repeat my demand. “Come home with me tonight, baby.”
“We said we weren’t doing that.”
“We aren’t doing that. Just want to fuck you in my bed and not on this couch,” I state, sucking her throbbing clit into my mouth and sucking deep, making her hips rise as I tug with my teeth.
“Yeah, babe. Whatever you want, just don’t stop,” she pants as I suck and bite down harder, making her cry out as she comes all over my face.
Quickly standing, I yank her ass to the edge of the couch and position my cock at her entrance before thrusting hard into her still-pulsing heat.
“Fuck yes!” I growl, folding her legs to her chest and riding her hard.
Watching where we’re connected, I’m mesmerized by the way she’s stretched obscenely around me as I tunnel into my own personal heaven.
Slowing my thrusts, refusing to go without her, I drape her legs over my shoulders as I reach down to thrum her clit.
With a death grip on my wrist, Vixen tries valiantly to halt my assault on the hardened nub, but it’s futile. “Please,” she cries out, causing me to thrust harder until we're both soaring over the cliff into ecstasy. I keep fucking her until every drop of cum has been drained from my balls.
“If this is what it’s always like, I could fuck you for the rest of my life.
” I tense as what she says registers, and it hits me once again that Vixen has cast a spell on me like some sort of witch or sorceress, and the thought alone has me pissed off.
I pride myself on not being bound to anyone or anything but my club, and here I am fucking whipped by a stripper with a magic pussy.
Pulling out, I rip off the condom as I turn my back on her and grab my clothes, quickly dressing so that I can get the fuck out of here. She’s getting under my skin, and I can’t let that fucking happen again.
“Get dressed, Vixen, and get back to work,” I growl as I tuck myself back into my jeans before slipping out the door, pulling it closed behind me.
Storming down the hallway, I belly up to the bar and motion for Savior to bring me a beer.
Taking it from his hand, I turn it up and drain it in one go, and the panic finally starts to subside.
We have an agreement. It’s just sex, and she’s not trying to trap me.
A few moments later, I see her emerge from the back, and she grins when her eyes lock on mine. She’s good. We’re good. It’s just sex; everything will be fine. I’ll get my fill and cut her loose in a few weeks, then everything will be back to normal.