Animal: Confessions Of a Dominant Man(Book 1)

Chapter 1 - From Afar(Rewrote)

I sit back in the shadows, the flashing lights from the dancefloor shining over the bar where I keep my eyes on her, watching her from afar as she moves around the bar oh so gracefully.

Everything about her is just perfect; the way she moves, her cute little smile she gives whenever someone comes over, her long jet black hair flowing down to her waist and the way her hips sway when she walks.

Her perfect, curvy body hiden behind those disgusting work clothes they have her wearing. I make a mental note to talk to the owner here, the need new uniforms and I'm willing to help. But then again, I want to be the only one looking at her body, not those low-lifes who throw themselves at her. 

Yes, perfect, an angel even. I take another sip of my drink as I continue watching her and the way those guys throws themselves at her. Little do they know that she is above them in so many ways and yet she talks to them, even flirt with them. How can someone so beautiful be working in a place like this? It almost makes me sick that she works here and live in that small apartment on the wrong side of town.

Now, I know what you must be thinking. I'm just a creep who's stalking her but that's not the case. I've known her years before I've gotten into the lifestyle I live, way before I became the CEO of a major company and apart of the richest men in the world. But her, well she's just the one that got away. Not like we ever dated before or anything but I still lust for her and want to claim her as mine.

I take another sip of my drink, this dark liquor burning my throat and easing all my problems and stalker-ish fantasies I have of her. The music beats louder in the club, looking down at the sea of people dancing to the music but I keep my eyes on the girl behind the bar as she starts moving around and serving drinks. I start getting lost in my fantasies again until I feel a small hand moving slowly up and down my back to my shoulder and I can't but crinch.

"Hey Julius." She purrs in my ear, trying to sound sexy but her bad smoking habit finally doing some damage to her voice. She walks around and stands in front of mem her arms around my waist.  

"What do you want?" I spat, narrowing my eyes at her.

She looks at me confused, pushing out her lips. "I came here like you said. Remember, you texted me and told me to meet you here." I sigh, moving my hand through my hair. I've been so distracted with the angel at the bar that I forgot about this dirty woman standing in front of me.

She takes the seat next to mine and starts rubbing her hands over my shoulders and back. I'm guessing is she's trying to seduce me, but it's not working. "You seem so tense." She whispers 'seductively' "I'm always tense.." I state flatly, finishing my drink.

"I think I know a way to make you less tense." She start nibbling on my ear and I feel like I'm going ot be sick.

This is why I can't have her as my sub, she doesn't understand the rules and sure as hell doesn't know how to follow them. Her neediness and desperation is annoying and sicking in a way; I'm used to women throwing themselves at me but she doesn't understand when I'm not interested.

I stand up quickly, putting out a few bills out of my pocket and tossing it down on the table before pull out my phone and checking the time. It's midnight already, how long have I've been sitting here? I groan in fustration when I feel her hands on me again. "Julius what's wrong? You seem distracted..I can take your mind off of whatever is bothering you." She purrs again.

That's it, I've had it with her and her desperation..she needs to be taken down a notch. I grip her upper arm hard and start walking towards the exit of the club and I hear her giggling, it makes me sick.

"Shut up!" I say in a low growl, pulling her in front of me hard. I take one look back at the beautiful angel at the bar before I leave to make my sins.

I drag Amber out of the club, her giggling giving me a headache. "Amber, shut the hell up with that giggling it's starting to piss me off." I growl, seeing my driver Richard waiting for me. He opens the back door to the SUV and I shove Amber in and as soon the door clos Amber is all over me. Kissing and licking my neck as her hands move up and down my chest, pulling off the buttons to my top. I shove her off and move onto her, my hand sliding down into her panties as my fingers rub against her throbbing nub, the rubbing and pinching making her gasp in pleasure, knowing that she's close to cumming.

I pull my fngers out of her and sit up, grabbing a towel and whipping my fingers off. "Why'd you stop?" She ask, pouting which disgust me more. The car comes to a stop and I open the door, knowing that Amber is going to follow me as I go up to my apartment.

The elevator doors opening up to my floor and I step inside my place. "I want you in the playroom and on your knee. Now!" I say, loosing up my tie as Amber skips to the playroom on the top floor of my apartment. I groan, tossing my jacket on the couch as I make my way up to the playroom, taking my time. I step inside dark room, closing and locking the door behind me as I walk in, my footsteps echoing through the room. 

I open one of the dresser, taking out a few candles, the light from them showing off the red walls. I look over in the middle of the room to see Amber on her knees naked with her head down. I start walking over towards her, looking down in apporval, holding the rope in my hands as I pick up her wrist, tying them up tightly before lifting up her arm, attaching the not part to the hook hanging from the ceiling.

Her body hanging up now in the middle on the room as I go over to the dresser again, grabbing my leather whip before coming back over to where she's hanging, walking around her body before I bring the whip down hard onto her back and she scream loudly. "Come on baby, count!" I say through my teeth, hitting her harder and hard as she counts. "5....6....ahhh...7..." Amber counts and I know I'm being to rough on her than I know I should but hearing her cries and screams turning me on more.

I unhook her quickly and take her over to the leather couch in the room, rolling the condom on, teasing her a little before slamming my manhood deep inside her as she cries out in pleasure, moving her hands over me, I quickly take her wrist hard and pin them over her head, slamming in and out, in and out, in and out of her wet core before I release inside of her, hearing her whimpers after I pull out of her, tossing the condom somewhere. I scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her to my bedroom, laying her down gently under the blankets.

I move over to the chair in the corner of my bedrooom, sitting down and watching her as she sleep. Feeling so disgusted in myself for what I just did. I beat that woman with a belt for my own pleasure and because I can. Does that make me just like my father? That's a million dollar question right there.

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