THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER
"Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss."
His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my low...
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I didn't sleep.
The moonlight passed through the window, illuminating the wooden floors a dimmed light. The woman next to me stayed asleep whilst I couldn't stop the thoughts of Micheal hurting her running through my head.
The blankets moved before I felt an arm drape over my bare chest. Looking down, I watched as Valentina lifted her leg to my side, her inner thigh against my hip as she manoeuvred herself to get comfortable. I froze when she rested her head on my shoulder, giving me an extra warmth I hadn't known I needed until now.
The hair on the top of her head rested against my jawline as I brought my hand to underneath her knee, moving it up the slightest bit, closer to her thigh.
I lifted my head to peek over hers, reading the time to see it's almost four in the morning. I exhaled a breath of air and rested my head back down, closing my eyes in hopes to fall asleep.
For what felt like hours, I didn't fall back asleep. Checking time again, I came to realize it had only been ten minutes. I agonizingly manoeuvred myself out from under Valentina, regretting it once I stood as I quietly made my way toward her bathroom.
Usually, a BDSM contact consisted of the rule; sexual activities only in the bedroom where scenes take place. At least, that was my rule. But with Valentina, I couldn't help but want her at each glance I was able to gracefully take in of her. I knew that fucking her without being in a scene or the room I had just recently shown her, was a bad idea.
But when it came to her, fuck it.
I finished up and opened the bathroom door, only to see Valentina laid onto her side, looking up at me with a smile. I clicked the bathroom door shut as she spoke, "You slept in here?"
"No," I replied. I walked over, reaching the edge of her bed as she furrowed her eyebrows before her eyes trailed lower, reaching my shirtless torso. I held back a smirk and brought her out of her daze, "Couldn't sleep."
"How?" She asked, lifting her eyes back to mine. I raised an eyebrow. "It's so comfortable."
I grinned, "Clearly not that comfortable." I didn't give a fuck whether her bed was comfortable or not, the image of her hurt was what kept me up all night. "You looked like you slept well, though." I smirked at her tired state.
"Don't say slept like I'm not going to go back to sleep." She replied.
Suddenly, an idea flickered into my mind.
"You wanna go back to sleep, hm?" I asked. She nodded slowly in response, carefully watching me. I then removed the blanket that was covering her slim and curvy figure, the silk pyjamas only hiding what they needed to. I leaned above her to leave a trail of kisses from her neck down to her thighs. "I'll help you go right back to sleep, sweetheart."
