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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Clay shut the door behind him as he stood fully clothed. My body was now dry whilst my hair continued to dry. "On your knees, go sit over there." He nodded his head with a single tilt, gesturing to the centre of the floor space. I walked over, setting myself on my knees as I sat on my heels.
He locked the door before walking over, keeping his eyes on mine, not letting them reach my naked body until he stood in front of me. His hand raised to my chin and he tilted my head up to look at him. "We'll start with positions, then move on to what I have planned for you next."
"Before we start, you understand that you can use your safeword at any time, yes?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." I let my hands rest on my thighs.
"What is it?" He asked for confirmation, and I thought back to what I had told him at the club.
"Red." I responded. He nodded, letting his thumb lightly caress the lower skin on my cheek.
He pulled away, leaving my skin cold on where his warm touch disappeared. "Spread your legs," he ordered. I did as he said, trying my best to fight away the self-consciousness of how exposed I am. "Hands on your thighs, chest out." I placed my hands on my thighs, my back slightly arching when I lifted my chest more. "Good girl, just like that."
He walked around me, looking for flaws. I kept my head low, knowing that the power lies within him as I unconsciously assumed to keep my head down in respect of not making eye contact.
Suddenly, I felt his finger brush my cheek before it slipped underneath my chin. Lifting it up, he tilted my head to look at him. "When I ask you to go into position one, this is what I expect." He said. I made sure to take notes in my head, not wanting to screw up the chance at pleasing him.
I wanted to please him.
This man was turning me a direction I hadn't known I would be able to turn into, though I'm silently letting myself go deeper without even knowing it. I like being free from control, free from the strong responsibility and power that being dominant has. I take a breath and nod.
"Next position," he let go of my chin, his eyes thinner as he looked down at me. "Chest on the floor, arch your back." I moved my hands in front of me to help safely lower myself to the floor and arch my back. "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back."
I reached behind me, hooking my fingers together to secure them behind my back as I rested on my chest with the side of my face pressed to the floor. I spread my legs slightly further, fully exposed to him this way.
"Good," he praised. I looked up to the best of my abilities to watch as he walked behind me. He was silent for a few moments as I felt my shoulders and neck begin to hurt at the shift of my weight placed on them to hold myself up. "Well done, Valentina. You're learning quickly."
