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 radiated of anger, his expression never changed as he stood at my front, now in the room that made my nerves heighten. "Strip." His voice was hard and stern. Not wanting to make this any worse for myself, I peeled the dress from my body. He scoffed when seeing my braless breasts, and I quickly let my panties drop to the floor.
He took a few steps closer, though I remained put. His hand wrapped around my throat he tilted my jaw up. He tightened his hold, "On your knees."
I obliged, slowly letting myself drop to my knees, sat on my heels as he slid his hand from my throat to my jaw. Lifting my head up, his fingers harshly held my face, slightly squishing my cheeks in the process. "Do you know why I'm going to punish you, Valentina?"
Yes. He was watching. Though, I hadn't known. He saw the way I let the man touch me, and he saw the way I touched him.
But it meant nothing to me.
"No, sir," I played dumb. Maybe he'll let me off the hook if I'm clueless.
He chuckled, bending down to my level, his hand still firmly holding my jaw. "I thought you'd be smarter than that, sweetheart. I'll ask you one more time. Do you know why I'm punishing you?" His voice was sterner than the first time he asked.
"Yes, sir." I practically whispered. My nerves through the roof.
"How come?"
"Because I didn't do as you asked. I let him touch me." I decided to be as honest and as good as possible at an attempt to ease his angered thoughts.
"I don't appreciate lying, Valentina. That's very disappointing." He let go of my jaw. I disappointed him. Somehow, the words hurt more than they sounded. He stood up, and I kept my head down as I silently let my hands rest on my thighs.
I heard rustling above me before he spoke, "Stand up."
I stood and watched as he grasped my wrist, wrapping a strand of rope around it before securing it to the hook above my head. He repeated the action to my other, stretching my arms up straight. My lips parted as he slid open a drawer from behind me, soon coming back with a thin, wide bar. It was a bit over a foot long, two leather handcuffs on either end.
He crouched down, wrapping the cuff around my ankle before attaching it to my other as well. I furrowed my eyebrows, squirming in the restrains at my feet only to find that the bar gave me the inability to close my legs.
"Sir—" my voice was breathless, my eyes wide as he ignored me and retrieved one of the items from the wall.
He stood at my front, glaring down at me before he tossed the item onto the bed behind me, and a small piece of silk came from his pocket. He lifted the black fabric, and before I knew it, my sight was dark. He tied the knot behind my head whilst my breathing picked up.
