10
Nicole
I shouldn’t want to be his, Dante Ricci’s, but the way he takes command brings me back to that night together, the two of us at the bar.
Did he know who I was that night when we met?
I flinch as he grabs me, takes authority, and reminds me that I am nothing without him.
Just a plaything.
That’s all these men think of me as a sex object.
It disgusts me.
He plunges his lips on mine and I bite him. The bastard had it coming.
I taste the metallic zing of blood. I pierced his lip. Nothing trivial.
Dante pulls back from the kiss, brings his thumb to swipe his lip, and unveils the damage that I’ve done.
I’m expecting him to slap me, choke me, maybe even kill me.
A jolt of current hits me from the collar around my neck. My punishment sends my body to the floor of the bench. I’m clenching my neck, jaw tight, and teeth grinding together.
“Enough!” Dante bellows out into the room.
The pain dulls, but the electricity is done, for now.
I blink back watery eyes. Did the other girls suffer because of what I did? I’m too afraid to glance around the room and discover that I’m to blame.
He pulls me onto his lap.
“I paid good money for you,” Dante says. His voice is loud, like he’s bragging that I’m his prize for the time being.
What’s he trying to prove?
His breath tickles my ear as he leans in and brushes the wayward strands of hair behind my ear. I shiver from his touch.
Does he notice?
My stomach flops at his breath. It’s warm and inviting.
“Kitten, look around,” he says, and with his hand on my jaw, he slowly turns my head.
I glance around the room. The girls are giving lap dances or blow jobs. Even two of them are fucking the men, riding them like stallions. It’s all out in the open. There’s not even a semblance of privacy.
What does he expect me to do? I refuse to get on my knees for him or fuck him.
I didn’t know who he was at the bar when we met. Now that I know he’s an animal, I won’t give in to his demands.
“No,” I say, staring at him. “You got your lay from me at the bar. I won’t fuck you ever again.” If I had known who he was, I wouldn’t have touched him.
Was this the price that I paid for that act? Perhaps it was because I stole his truck.
“You will,” Dante says. “But not here. Not tonight.” His eyes are dark but shine with mirth as he crushes my lips and pulls me onto his lap.
It’s his fault that I’m here. I’m certain of it. This ishis club.