Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

14: Sealed (M)

As always, my common client now my only client, sat amply on the golden victorian sofa. His chest agape, a silver necklace extenuating his neck, he was smoking and drinking liquor in a constant fashion. His eyes lit from my appearance, wetting his lips as though to take a bite of me.

It was my first time meeting him from our first instance of having sex. I didn't know what would be in store for exactly tonight, but I was informed to wear my best attire. He gazed up my black lacy stockings clipped to my practically exposed dress. My hair slightly curled and resting on the sides of my breasts. I was quite amazed by his grand payment, a promise that he seemed to keep. I decided to offer him an appetizer.

Turning on the soft music, I swirled around the pole in a twirl warming myself up. I pulled down the straps of my snugged gown, shoulders glimmering along the low lights.

"Should I continue?" I walked in a slow pace, every click of a heel effortlessly done.

"Should that even be a question? Looks like you forgot your little rule of 'no fucking'. I didn't actually think you'd agree to that." He laughed as he placed his glass of whiskey down.

I sat on the end and rested my back on the arm rest. I wanted to reconsider the deal, my drunken actions not in tempo with my conscious. "I can't make terms on that agreement. I'll please you with dancing or something else." I played with the edge of my garment.

"Oh baby, come on. You enjoyed it. Didn't you?" His voice turned stern and perilous.

I was honestly frightened of the cold expression on his face. His mood changing so rapidly. "Mr. Jeon, I-"

"Let me hear you say that with pleasure baby." He fixed my leg on the side of the couch while the other remained on the ground. My legs widened for his entertainment, my transparent panties exposing my folds.

"Come on now, go on." He blew smoke into the closed atmosphere.

I didn't have the audacity to move a finger, it just felt so wrong to do such a deed.

Again.

I was selling my body. My parents wouldn't be proud but disappointed. I wasn't raised this way. This wasn't Mari.

"I can wait all day. But you made an agreement and that was of us fucking during our sessions. If you don't keep this consent, then I don't have a choice but to force you...I didn't pay you $50,000 for nothing." His words once again in that grim volume.

He placed the cigar on the ash tray and transitioned his way near my body. Fingertips grazing up my netted thighs, with a rough click they snapped from the adhesion of my dress. He kept a hard glare on me, his lips moisten ready to meet mine. I could've moved him away at this moment, but he possessed me with a simple fix into my eyes. His eyes that spoke hidden stories of lonesome and misery, infused with swirls of thin darkest black. My curiosity stuck in mysterious of his troubles, despite me having to deal with my own.

I felt as if I understood his distress with a communication, with a look. And he similarly understood mine.

His hand resting on my inner thigh, caressing the flesh. My dress already slid to my abdomen, he was kneeling on the couch, his hands pressed along the edge of my thighs. Near the pubic area.

He didn't meet his lips with mine as I had anticipated, he bent his head down to face my private area. His warm breath giving me quick wet sensations. My grip on the couch hardened, I had the perfect view of his mouth centimeters away from my clothed pussy lips. He steered his hand back behind him, grabbing a crystal glass mid filled will golden whiskey.

What was he going to do?

"Don't move." He spread my thigh further with a grasp, the cold glass wavering over my vagina.

"What are you-"

"Shh." The grip of my thigh hardened. He placed the icy drink along my thigh, I whimpered from the cold feeling. Biting my bottom lip in response.

He glided the glass along the left inner thigh, circular motions drawn by the bottom rim. The sensation was oddly satisfying, my body temperature risen, in fire.

The glass pushed along my covered labia, my tender folds tingling as he began to rub the drinking object up and down. The lips between my thighs making a damp appearance from the cloth. My moans escaping slightly uncontrollably between his strokes.

In a swift second, the alcohol poured in large droplets onto the tops of my underwear, dripping to the expensive sofa in a small splatter. My mewls intensified from the sudden transfer.

He latched his lips to my pussy, sucking the juice from the fabric. My head rolling back, body stimulating from his suction. My stomach in swirls, the feeling of arousal almost taking over me. The underwear now scrunched in between my slit, he stopped his mouth massage and looked up at me in a wet smirk.

He knew I wanted more.

"Should I stop here?" He licked the sides of my clitoris in a tease, his intense gaze remaining on me.

As much as I didn't want to utter the words, my body was telling me otherwise. It was burning to be touched once more.

"Pl-please-" My breathing almost caught in my throat.

"The agreement?" He cooed along the face of my pussy his discipline not stopping.

I clenched my eyes closed and thoughts of the payment surfaced my mine. As much as this was wrong, I couldn't help but to mutter out words in acceptance.

"C-ountinue."

"I'm sorry baby I couldn't hear you."

"Mr. Jeon, I a-accept your offer."

"Well that's more like it." He ripped the cloth between his teeth with no hesitation at all. 

A/N: Hi! How are you? Sorry this chapter is kinda short... I feel like all my chapters are lol. Thank you for all the love~~💋 Upcoming chapters will be interesting...