𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯.
As I stepped into the bar, I could hear faint cheers. My attention was immediately drawn to two girls who were dancing on top of my table. The one with a revealing dress that barely covered her hips caught my eye, not because of her attire, but because of her beauty. Her flowing hair and graceful movements captivated me.
I was acting like a fucking animal, waiting for my prey.
I approached the table where she and her friends were dancing and caught another glimpse of her.
"The usual," I requested.
She glanced at me once more. I can't deny it, who wouldn't be attracted? I have a certain charm that's hard to resist. She seemed incredibly intoxicated, but I couldn't help but notice that alcohol wasn't the only thing she had consumed.
I watched as her friend pulled her towards one of the party rooms. I may not know what fucking drug this girl took, but it intrigued me, and I decided to investigate who was selling drugs in my establishment. It was not something I would tolerate.
"STOP! I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE SOME MONEY!" The man shouted in pain.
"Money? There are plenty of other ways to earn it without coming into my bar and selling drugs to girls. Drugs that could be laced with something far stronger than what you're offering them."
"If I catch you lurking around my establishment or attempting to sell drugs again, I swear to God, you will never see daylight again."
"Do you understand? I don't enjoy repeating myself."
"Yes, yes, Sir. I understand," he stammered before quickly fleeing.
"Damn it, now my hands are a mess," I muttered as I returned inside to clean up. I noticed her descending the stairs.
Who was that guy with her? Her boyfriend? Why do I even care? I don't know her, and she doesn't know me.
She stood up to dance, and that's when I approached her. It was unintentional, of course. I smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing. She fucking knew. Her backside pressed against my pants, revealing the undeniable hardness of my cock. Hard for her. She made me feel this way. And she didn't stop.
Taking her hand, I led her to one of the private party rooms, not wanting her to discover that I am the owner of this damn bar. Not yet. Never.
I couldn't control myself, and neither could she. We both released loud moans as I slid two fingers inside her, finding her soaking wet.
" You're so fucking wet for me, baby," I whispered. "No hellos or introductions necessary when your pussy knows what it wants." With a deliberate thrust, I hit her G-spot, causing her to climax all over my fingers, leaving her collapsed in pleasure.
I stood up and left her, adjusting my attire as I prepared to exit the room. Just as I was about to step out, I heard her collapse. Without hesitation, I hurried over to her side. She was breathing heavily.
"Fuck you alright?"
"I need you," she pleaded.
"I've done what I came here to do. You're clearly intoxicated. Where are your friends?"
She fell silent.
"I don't appreciate repeating myself."
"They abandoned me."
Damn. What kind of so-called friends would do that?
"If I had known that your friends, including you, were so careless, I wouldn't have taken the actions I did," I said in a joking manner, but it seemed she wasn't in the mood for it.
"Fuck you," she breathed angrily.
"Did you take molly?" I asked with frustration. "Do you even know the potential side effects?"
"How much did you take?? I swear to God, I'll kill that guy who sold it to you"
She grabbed my collar and warned, "I don't give a fuck who he is or if you want to kill him."
"If you don't help me up from this floor right now, you won't see daylight until tomorrow."
Damn, even her words turned me on. But this wasn't the time to be aroused.
"Where do you live?"
"No... I can't go home like this." "
"You mean looking disheveled?" I smirked at her.
"Leave me alone and carry me somewhere else."
As I pinched the bridge of my nose, I reluctantly agreed.
I picked her ass up and made our way to my car
"Can you please drive any slower?" She groaned.
"Are we there yet?"
"Can you keep quiet for just one minute? And yes, we have arrived."
As we arrived at my place, I saw a worried expression on her face.
"This is where I live, and you'll be staying the night.".
"If you have a problem, I can always take you-"
"No" she said
" Alright then"
We entered my house as Martha came up to us, "Good evening, sir. You're back early. Is there anything you need?"
"Goodnight, Martha. I don't require anything, but my guest here does. Please show her to the guest room and provide her with some clothes,"
I left her with Martha and I made my way to my study room, completing my work.
A few hours passed, and I noticed that her door was closed. My room was across from hers, so I assumed she was asleep. I quickly took a shower and put on my usual, sweatpants without a shirt.
To my surprise, she was standing by my door when she entered. I was taken aback and exclaimed, "What the heck?"
"Hey, are you awake?" she asked, avoiding eye contact with me and scanning my body. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't going to give in until she confessed her desires.
"My eyes are up here, Miss Valerie," I said with a smirk. It seemed to leave her speechless. She started stuttering and eventually confessed that she couldn't sleep.
"Why is that my problem?" I replied, even though it wasn't really my problem. I didn't want her to see me surrender. As expected, she gave me attitude and made it clear that she wanted to sleep with me.
I kicked and moved my foot, warning her to give up. But she didn't. That's just how she is.
We climbed into bed together, but she started making these strange noises. I couldn't sleep with her whining like that.
"Val... seriously, I'll send you back to your room," I said as I turned to face her. She was sweating, despite not feeling hot. She seemed flustered.
The molly she consumed was undoubtedly mixed with another substance. She required my assistance. Was this the correct decision? I desired her intensely, wanting to experience her fully. Feeling distressed, I observed her preparing to leave.
Acting on impulse, I grasped her hand and pulled her back towards me. Screw it, I'm giving her what she needs.
"I'll provide you with what you desire, but you must promise to remain silent," I stated.
"Wait, you haven't told me your name ye-"
"My name is Elijah Grayson. You can refer to me as Elijah when I have you moaning and 'Mister Grayson' when you're not being engaged in passionate activity."
I began slowly, stimulating her clitoris and teasing her as she whimpered. I inserted two fingers into her wet cunt. Damn, she was incredibly wet for me.
My cock hadn't even been inside of her yet, and she was already this wet for my fingers. I reveled in having a part of her to myself. When she moaned my name, it only intensified my desire for her.
She begged for me to allow her to cum .
"cum for me, mon petit coeur"
Her eyes rolled back, indicating her satisfaction. She climaxed, releasing onto my fingers. I couldn't resist any longer. I quickly got up and hurried to the bathroom.
"Fuck," I groaned softly to prevent her from hearing me. I licked her fluids off my fingers, savoring the sweetness.
I leaned against the edge of my bathroom counter, which pressed against my now erect cock. I withdrew it, and pre-cum trickled out. The desire for her consumed me.
After a few strokes, I found myself climaxing at the thought of her. Damn, I needed to get myself together. I cleaned up and returned back to the bedroom where she laid.
She didn't need to know what had just happened. I crawled back into bed, turning my back away from her. I don't know why I did it, but it felt like the right thing to do.
"I hope that assisted you. Goodnight," I said in a chilly tone.
"I'm actually going to sleep in my own room now, but thank you," she replied.
What the hell did she just say? My eyes widened, unable to turn towards her.
"I appreciate it. I'll consider what you did as my birthday gift."
Why is she dropping this bombshell surprise on me? It was her birthday today? I had no idea how old she was. Did I make a mistake? God, fuck, she's angry with me. Why do I even care? Something inside me felt guilty.
She walked up and closed my door forcefully, but not too hard, indicating that she was pissed off.
"Fuck" I muttered as she left.
Yes I'm an asshole before you say it.
𝐈𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.