The Hooker (BoyxMan)

TWO

I sighed while my fingers had continued to raked through my thick mousey brown hair. Why the fuck was another company trying to come after mine, DuMort Enteprises? I was one of the fucking richest and most powerful people on the Earth and they fucking dare to come after me?

I smirked as I made a call to my Personal Assistant, Nathaniel.

"End them," I growled "make the fuckers wish they were never born". I heard a chuckle on the other side of the line before his "very well, sir" flowed through the line and into my head, making my fingers twitch in anticipation and glee. I slipped the phone into it's cradle as I chuckled to myself. Nathaniel had been there in all of our meetings and he was included in the chain of emails, so he knew exactly what I meant.

My laughter had been cut short when I saw what time it was. How the fuck had it turned into 11am already? I had quickly gathered my items and walked down to my garage, my body guard slash chauffeur Mason was already sat in my car, waiting for me to sink into the leather seats of my Audi.

He glanced at me in the rear view mirror, asking where I would like to go, and for once I actually thought of a response.

I had no partner or children or pets to take care of and I wanted to blow off some steam and ruin some poor fucker tonight. I decided to go to my favourite club in the entire city.

"The  Leather, please Mason. Thank you" I mumbled, glaring at him until he nodded to show that he understood what I said.

The Leather was one of the few clubs in the entire world that I didn't own and it was entirely BDSM based. I loved seeing someone whimper and cry as I brought pain onto them until they were begging to be fucked. Mason knew of my "hobbies", but he was paid very handsomely to not say a word of it.

Within what felt like seconds but what I knew was an hour, we had pulled up outside the warehouse that would be inconspicuous if it wasn't for the moans and screams that left the building, accompanied by a loud bass tune that had set my body pulsing.

I stumbled slightly when I got out of the car due to the fact that I had changed into my outfit on the way here. My outfit was just black skinny leather pants and a black t-shirt, which is the usual outfit for me. I wasn't into anything that odd, just the usual spanking, hair pulling, biting, derogatory names, a severe daddy kink, tying someone up/down and overstimulisation.

I nodded to the bouncer as I strode past him, practically feeling his eyes wander over my ass. Fucking pig. 

I ignored the asshole at the door and instead let the pounding music flow through my tall form before I walked over to the bar and quickly got a whiskey. I wanted to fuck and forget the other persons face.

And that was when I saw him and all of my thoughts went out of the window.

All I could take notice of was the way his body moved under the harsh neon lighting, my eyes stinging due to the unflattering lime glow that shrouded his body and made him seem that little bit more appealing.

His surely fake violet hued eyes glanced at me and then swept away before dragging themselves back. He bit his pouty lower lip {and I swear to fuck that in that second I knew I would do anything to have it covered in my cum} and then his tongue swiped out, leaving them shiny and irresistible as his body dropped to the floor, before he turned while couched and slinked back up, showing off those globes of fat to me. 

I downed the rest of my drink then went to find him, his form lost in the sea of leather, his booty shorts and white crop top seeming to blend in yet stand out. I didn't notice I was looking so hard until a pale hand rested on my chest.

"What can I do for you, big boy?" the angel practically purred into my ear. All I could think about was how good he would look on his knees for me, but seeing as he looks more attractive than anyone I had ever come across, I asked him to come back to my place. I knew that once I walked out to the car with this beauty on my arm, that Marcus would question me as I never took people home, I rented a room out or found an empty bathroom or even kick Marcus out of the car. But I never took anyone back to my place.

"Come home with me" I ground out, my voice like gravel because of how turned on I was. His eyebrows raised in surprise before he shook his head with a smirk and motioned to the doors that led outside. I followed him in the way, noticing how many men turned to stare at him and an instant flash of jealousy washed over me.

I shivered slightly after we stepped out of the doors and into the night, the lack of sweaty bodies making the air seem more colder than what it actually was. The young man smiled at me as we sat on the curb. He then started to speak so I listened, interested in what he had to say to me.

"You clearly don't know much about me, sugar," he said, my ears picking up on a Southern drawl in his voice, "so I'm gonna rip the bandaid off before you start thinking we can be more than a sex worker and his client. There. I said it. I'm a sex worker," he smirked and added "and a damned good one at that" at the end of his confession.

I sat in silence, only slightly shocked at what he had whispered. I then smirked as an idea started to form itself in my mind.

"So you're pretty used to weird requests, right?" he nodded "and you would be fine with delving into the harsh side of SM?" I questioned again. He nodded one more time.

"use your words baby," I reprimanded. I wanted subs that would tell me if something wasn't wrong or they were uncomfortable.

"yes, Daddy," he breathed as I had started to pull him onto my lap and gasped when he felt how hard I was already. "Fuck me please, Daddy."

What was I to say? I make wishes come true and break hearts doing them.