His Stripper

Chapter 3

Elijah POV 

I sensed her nerves. Dime gripped the bag in her hands.

"You don't need to be nervous," I said.

She looked toward me, before turning her gaze away. We were in complete privacy as i'd put up the partition between myself f and Miles. I  didn't want her to freak out.

"You knew where I lived, and I don't know what you want. What I'm going to agree to. Take your pick. I need to be nervous."

"I know everything there is to know about you, Dime Anderson . You've had a lot of bad luck lately. The company you worked for went bust, and since then no one wants to hire you. You're a perfect fit for a lot of work, but for some strange reason they won't extend that chance to you, even with your awesome references. You're a good person, always willing to help, and you work hard. You went into foster care when your parents died . No college education, but you're smart. You could have gone to college. Your life has been hit by one bad break after another.Along with that you even turned to bar tending at Dynasty"

He reached out, tucking some of strains of hair  behind her ear.Her hair was just natural and i loved it more than the nonsense these girl did to theirs.

"Is that supposed to make me happy? You know way more about me than I do you."

I smiled. "Don't worry. That tends to be the case. A lot of people don't know jack about me." She took a deep breath, and i simply basked in watching her. "I like looking at you."

"What job do you want me to do?"

"Everything that pleases me."

"Sex."

"Not just sex. Right now, I'm getting a lot of pleasure just by looking at you. Don't always think that it has to be the physical."

"Are you going to turn me into a whore?" she asked. "Pass me around to your friends?"

"You don't become one of the world's wealthiest men by sharing, Dime. Nor do I have friends. I'm a selfish bastard. Don't mistake me for anything more. I want you, no one else. I don't share, and I have no intention of doing so. Whatever I ask of you will be about serving me, only me."

"Is this like a master and slave thing?" she asked.

"You are adorable, and no, I don't do that. I don't want a slave. I want a woman. A woman who wants me just as badly as I want her." I told her. 

She sighed. "None of this makes any sense. How can you know you want someone that badly by just looking at them?"

"I'm not like most guys."

"You're not."

Miles parked outside of my country estate, and i  climbed out, moving around toward Dime's side of the car. I dismissed Miles, taking her hand.

"What is this place?"

"This is my home." Leading her inside, i made sure to dismiss my staff and took her straight into his sitting room next to the fire, which was already made up. Closing the door, i turned toward her.

I saw her taking long, deep breaths. "I won't hurt you. That I can promise you." I removed my jacket, putting it on the back of his chair. "What I want from you is simple. I find you pleasing to look at. I'm also not going to bullshit you with pretty words and crap. I took one look at you, and I wanted you. My dick was hard as fucking rock, and I knew without a doubt that you were going to be mine. I want your juicy tits bouncing in front of my face as you ride my cock. I want you underneath me, begging for more, taking my cock any way I wish. That's not all. I want to spend time with you. I like talking to you, and you don't seem all that impressed by my luxury. You're hesitant. You don't want to trust it, and I respect that. It has been a long time since I've had any respect for a woman. I also happen to enjoy ... a show."

"A show?"

"I like to watch a woman strip, and right now, that's all I want. I want to see you reveal that body to me.Just like what the girls at the  strip club  do . It will be more intimate as i get to see all of you"

She took the scotch i was handing her , staring down at the dark amber liquid. She asked  "What if I don't want to do anything? Or if I'm not any good?"

"Then you say the word, and it stops. I'm not going to have orgies, Dime, or secret meetings with a cult. I'm a single man. A man used to getting what he wants. Now, you can take a chance and experience the most amazing pleasure you've ever had in your life, or you can turn around and be on the streets in two days."

She took another deep breath and I watched her, waiting.

"Let's try something," i  said.

"What?"

"A kiss."

She frowned.

"I'll kiss you, and you can see how you feel."

"I don't see how a—"

I stopped her from speaking as i took possession of her lips, silencing any protest.

She gasped, dropping the glass with the expensive scotch onto the floor. I then plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Gripping her ass, I pulled her close, feeling all that lush softness against me.

Damn, she tasted sweet, and felt like fucking sin. My dick threatened to burst from my pants i was that fucking hard.

Her hands went from my chest, moving up to my shoulders. She gripped the back of my neck, and i knew without a doubt that i had her.

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There was no way Dime could deny that i knew how to kiss. I was  completely consumed by her, making it impossible to think or want anything else. Slowly, i pulled away and she opened her eyes, only then realizing that she'd closed them.

"Does that answer any questions?" i asked.

She frowned. Right now, her brain wouldn't work. "Questions?"

I ran a thumb across her lip. "I think it answers mine. Tell me, Dime, are you wet?"

Heat filled her cheeks. I could tell she has ever been with a man so blatant. When she made to hide her face, I captured her chin and shook my head.

"Never hide from me."i told her 

"I don't like what you're asking me." she said 

"Becoming mine, you'll have to get used to it. I don't allow anyone that belongs to me to hide. Not you, not anyone."

She bit her lip, and he groaned. "Yes, I'm wet."

"Good. Now imagine what it would be like to have my cock sliding inside your pussy, desperate for more. I'll make it so you forget everything else, and everyone else."

"What you want is your own personal toy."

"The thing is, Dime, I could have any woman out there. Click my fingers and they'll come panting for more. I don't want anyone else. I won't have anyone else. I'll be yours, and you'll be mine." I leaned in close, kissing her neck. "I can give you the world."