His Stripper

Chapter 4

No ones POV

She closed her eyes, thinking about that empty apartment with the mattress. The fact her landlord hated her and wanted to kick her out. All it would take was me to get off his lazy ass to get her stuff out, not that she had all that much.

Tonight was the first good meal she'd had in a week. She'd been eating ramen noodles and anything that was cheap.

After so long without any work, people didn't want to hire her now. She'd gone from one bit of bad luck to another.

She was tired.

She didn't want to starve or end up on the streets. This was her biggest lifeline. "Yes."

"Excuse me?"

"I'll do it. Whatever you want, I'll do it."

He didn't move away or show any sign of triumph. Instead, he kissed her neck, making her eyes close.

She gave up the fight and just basked in the feelings he created within her body. It felt so good to have his hands on her, and she didn't want him to ever stop.

Opening her mouth, she gasped, needing him so much.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Dime , and I swear you'll never regret making this decision."

He stepped away and moved toward the small stereo in the corner.

Pushing her hair off her shoulder, he stood in front of her as a slow, sexy beat began to fill the room.

He removed his shirt, taking a seat on one of the chairs.

She knew what he wanted, and stared at him, waiting.

"I'd like for you to dance for me."

"Do you want me to get naked?" This was so out of her league. She'd never been asked to do anything like this. The way Elijah looked at her though,the lust that shone in his eyes let her know this wasn't a joke.

He wanted her to dance for him, to strip, and to show him every single inch of her.

She watched him kick off his shoes and move them out of the way so that all he wore were his expensive boxers.

Turning away from him, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to force herself to relax.

This wasn't dangerous. The music was actually soothing, and the kiss she'd experienced with him only a few moments ago had set her body aflame.

Removing her jacket, she placed it on the nearest coffee table. Kicking off her sneakers, she tugged off her socks as well.

She made no move to remove any other clothes, and allowed her mind to drift. Elijah didn't rush her. He allowed her time, and she felt his gaze on her. She imagined him committing every single part of her to memory, so she'd never be able to escape, not that she wanted to.

Her pussy was slick, her nipples tight.

It had been nearly a year and a half since she'd been with anyone else. Thinking about Elijah's hands on her body nearly made her moan aloud. She didn't.

Closing her eyes she thought about those hands sliding down her curves, holding onto her hips. With that in mind, she slowly took the lead of the song, and hummed along to the tune as she began to roll her hips. The beat took over, and it wasn't long before she was moving her hands, and slowly, erotically dancing. Elijah was the only man in the world that could get her to do this.

He was the first man to get her attention so quickly, and even though it pissed her off how entitled he acted, she also found it rather thrilling to know he just took what he wanted. There was a power in his actions, and she found that sexy. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and would do anything to make sure he got it.

Turning around, she finally looked at him. His hands were on the arms of the chair. He didn't try to hide the rock-hard outline of his dick as it pressed against the front of his boxers.

His gaze trailed down her body and he lingered, the anticipation clear to see.

She'd never known a man who wanted her as badly as he did.

He'd hunted for her today, and followed her to that diner where she'd been counting change in the hopes of a slice of cake.

With her eyes on him, she began to unbutton her shirt. All of her clothes had seen better days, but she didn't care.

She'd never been one to care about money or stuff like that.

Even with Elijah being a wealthy man, she wouldn't let it get to her either.

If he thought for a second he was going to change her, he was wrong.