A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

"What about the drink? I haven't paid yet," I said as he led me away from the bar, with my  hands clasped tightly in his.

"Don't worry baby girl, it has been taken care of," he said, without even glancing back.

We walked across the dance stage.

I turned to find Tracy in a full-blown make out session with the blonde man, as she ground on his lap.

As if she felt my stare on her, she turned to face me. Her drunk face in a questioning look.

 I threw a flirty wink at her to ease her worry and she smirked at me, going back to tangling her lips with the man's again.

We slipped through some kind of back door, into a hall of many rooms.

"You must really come here all the time," I said, wanting to ease off the awkward tension.

My head was already fuzzy from the alcohol and heat.

I inwardly cursed when I remembered Tracy said this club just opened.

"I own this place," he replied casually.

My eyes widened. Holy shit, I thought. I must have really landed a big fish. 

That absolutely explained the barman's expression earlier, and also why he had a back room here, I thought anxiously.

He stood in front of a red door, pulled some kind of key from his pocket and twisted the lock.

He paused, as if sensing my anxiousness and turned to look at me.

"Relax baby girl," he said. One word-and that was more than enough to make my heart spike up. 

This time, definitely not from anxiousness but from curiosity of what more sensations this beautiful man can ignite in me.

His beautiful voice was enough to send puddles in my g-string pant, along with the ease with which he called me that pet name.

Everything in me, bridged the edge of my curiosity, leaving me wanting to know more about him.

But then, I had to remind myself again, that it's just a one night stand and nothing more.

The door swung open, and my lips parted into a loud gasp.

A massive bed dominated the center, covered by deep red sheets almost the color of blood.

 Big oversized pillows were lined at the sides. The thought of being spread on that bed like a meal, sent an unsettling thrill through me. 

"What's this place?" I asked, still reeling in shock as I took in the scene before me.

Heat crawled in my skin when I took in an  iron-looking post that stood at the corner with leather cuffs on each end. 

Before I could tear my eyes away from them, something caught my attention, leather flogger. Hanging neatly on some kind of hook on the wall-many of them with different colors-looking hard enough to inflict pain, and soft enough to bring pleasure.

My teeth sunk into the soft texture of my lips, only to choke as my eyes landed on an open cupboard where different sizes of dildos were displayed, some so large.

I looked away for a second, my cheeks flaming red in embarrassment, when I thought of where they'll go.

"Are you scared baby girl?" His husky voice whispered in my ears from besides me.

His hot breath fanned my face, making me jump on my toes unintentionally.

I turned to face him, staring into those deep pools of green hues-as if trying to penetrate deep into my soul.

He looked at me, like he expected to find that I have chickened out, but unfortunately, I have already made up my mind a long time ago.

"Not at all sir," I replied timidly, watching the way his lips tipped up slightly.

"Good girl," he praised.

And damn if that did not make me clench my thighs together again to get some friction.

His dark eyes took my form in. They lingered on my face, then dipping to the small cleavage that I left on display as his eyes flared.

"Strip!" He commanded.

My breath caught as I stared at him with wide eyes. "Huh?" I asked, somewhat confused and shy.

His lips tugged at my answer, as his gaze darkened.

"Wrong answer baby girl, now you have to get punished," he growled darkly.

A nervous sound slipped out of me as his words sounded funny to my ears. I let out an embarrassing snort, only to pause when I took in the seriousness in his face.

I stammered on words, not knowing the right way to ask my question. I did not want to seem inexperienced for some reason, even though I was. "I thought we were going to kiss and..." the words trailed off my lips as he cut me off.

He stepped close to me, his hands brushing over my throat lightly. "It seems I have to set some rules for how I do my things. I don't do soft," he said. His tone sounded low and dark.

"No romance. No love-play. I fuck, and I do that hard and fast.

But don't worry, I'll make sure you are wet enough, 

and you experience your fair share of pleasures.

But everything goes my way.

I might not be a very good giver, but I know how to bring women to climax perfectly," His deep voice said.

His words rattled me completely. My heart fluttered rapidly as my breathing deepened.

What kind of man was he? I wondered.

"Have you ever done hardcore before? If not, this is your chance to back out now."

His head tilted towards the door. "You can leave if you cannot handle it. That would be a wise option for you," he said pointing at the door, while he waited for my reply.

The silence stretched between us. My heart pounded so fast in my chest, I could almost swear he could hear it. My mind told me to run from this man. He looked dangerous, and he'll suck me into whatever hell he crawled out of. But my foot remained rooted, as I made up my mind.

"I'd like to stay," I whispered shyly. 

"Good," he said, as his smirk deepened.

"This is my play room baby girl, and when we are in here, everything happens by my rules," he continued, his voice echoing around the large room.

"Rule number one : When I ask something of you-you are expected to reply with the term 'yes sir' or your safe word only.

Failure to do so would attract punishment. Do you get what I am saying?" He growled, but not from anger. 

No, none of that. I could see desire pooling at the depth of his eyes clearly.

His voice held me captive with his mesmeric eyes, making me feel hypnotized to play by his game.

"Do you understand me, baby girl?" He asked again, his voice dripping with something dark and promising, and it felt like the room had dropped degrees colder.

"Yes sir," I answered softly.

"Now strip off those clothes, before I tear them off you. While I savor every treacherous second an inch of your beautiful skin is revealed to me.

But, I'm not a patient man, baby girl."

"Yes, sir."