Page 61 of Draco's Defiance
“I know you do.” Devouring the look of her ample assets, he once again rued his initial judgment. She was fucking gorgeous, and she’d have let him fuck those tits without complaint once her dance was over.
“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” She wiggled her breasts in his face, but it was the salacious glint in her gaze that told him that perhaps it wasn’t only his money she was after. “I don’t have to dance for you.”
“What did you have in mind?” He liked where this conversation was going. Her enticing tone and suggestive posture could definitely help to change his mind.
“We could go somewhere more private?” She gestured to the black door to his right, and even though he knew where she meant, he followed her gaze. Already seated in the V.I.P section of the club, the door they were staring at led to the exclusive Diamond bedrooms.
Oliver had frequented the rooms before, but was usually content to let a pretty mouth like Tiffany’s polish his cock in the private area he was seated in.
“And do what?” He smirked at her flaming cheeks. The fact that a woman who stripped and danced for men for a living could be embarrassed by such a simple question amused him.
“Whatever you like, sir.” Falling to her knees by his feet, she dropped her scanty attire and the pile of cash by her side and offered him her perfect tits. “I’m here for you.”
“You want to take my mind off the shit that’s bothering me?” He reckoned she could achieve the feat, too. Her stunning figure and desperation to do as she was told could be just the tonic he was looking for, after all.
“Yes, Mr. Monroe.” Her lips twitched as her gaze lowered to his groin. Tiffany had been around the block enough times to know the score, but it was true he’d only ever fucked her tits and her mouth before. The club disapproved of more than that in the V.I.P area.
“Do you have a nice wet cunt waiting for me down there?” Motioning to her pathetically inadequate panties, his hand brushed hers away and massaged her left breast. His cock reacted in an instant, recognizing the feel of the tit it had enjoyed so many times before.
“Yes, sir.” Christ, she almost sounded coy. “You know I enjoy dancing for you.”
“I don’t use condoms.” He might as well let her know before they headed for one of the satin-clad bedrooms. “And if you get pregnant, I don’t want anything to do with a baby.”
“I’m on birth control.” Her breathing grew ragged as her blush deepened. “And the boss here gives us regular tests for sexually transmitted infections. I’m clean, sir.”
That was good enough for Oliver, although he couldn’t offer her the same guarantee.
“Fine.” Squeezing her mound, he permitted his fingers to graze along her goosing flesh to her puckered nipple. He took it between his thumb and forefinger, his free hand rising to her other tit and mirroring the action so that he controlled both of the wonderful assets. Pinching her tight buds, he watched the hurt flicker in her gaze.
“Oh, God.” Eyes fluttering closed, her head rolled back at the stimulation.
“You like that?” It was more of an observation than a question, though she nodded in response.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, because I like it rough, Tiffany.” Releasing one nipple, he slapped her breast gently, watching her reactions carefully. “That means you take what I offer without complaint. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” There wasn’t a murmur of concern from her painted lips, only a small groan of what sounded like disappointment when he finally released her nipple.
“Good.” His cock was swelling inside his suit, making his mind up for him. He was definitely going to fuck her. He’d wanted Tiffany for a while and reckoned she’d help ease his irritation for a few hours. “And I’m gonna fuck that sublime ass of yours.” His grin grew as he imagined her tight hole. “Will you need more cash for that?”
He was prepared to give her any sum she wanted. The money meant as little to him as the sex. It was a means to an end.
“The cash is for dancing, sir.” Her gaze fell fleetingly to the wad of notes by her knee. “We’re not allowed to accept money for any other favors...”
“Is that right?” That was news to him and flew in the face of the many similar transactions he’d witnessed at Diamond over the years.
“Yes, sir.”
“So, I get to fuck that ass for free?” Things were getting better by the moment.
“I don’t usually let anyone do that...” her words trailed away as she stared at his knee.
“You don’t usually fuck me.” That decided it then. He was definitely going to screw her before he paid the Vaughns another visit.
His daily reconnaissance had revealed three of the four brothers holed up at the same house he’d already penetrated once. They were clearly as dumb as they were rich. At least one of them knew he could change into the chimera and yet they’d never confronted him about the beast, nor gone to either the media nor the authorities.
Oliver couldn’t understand their reasoning. If he’d have discovered something similar about one of his foes, he’d have exploited it in a heartbeat, but for some reason, the Vaughns appeared to have held back. That meant they realized how dangerous he was, and still they did nothing to prepare for or prevent an attack.