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Page 49 of Mine To Possess

VIKTOR

The place is rocking, and Amelia looks happy as we step in. The wall of heat and thumping music hits us instantly. When Amelia tries to talk to me, I can’t hear a word she’s saying. I shrug and mime to her to see if she wants a drink. She nods her head and mouths ‘yes please’.

I go to the bar and get us some drinks and when I come back to where I left Amelia, she points upstairs. I nod and lead her back across the packed club and up the stairs and along the short hallway to the VIP rooms.

“That’s better,” she says as we step into the VIP lounge. “At least we can hear each other up here.”

It’s still busy, but it’s nowhere near as busy as it is in the main club. Amelia takes my hand and leads me over to the dance floor. I think she’s really starting to enjoy the VIP lounges I bring her to, where she can move more freely. That has its disadvantages though. Like the fact I can’t claim it’s too packed to attempt to dance.

“No way,” I laugh. “We haven’t even had one drink yet.”

“You don’t have to have a drink to have a good time, do you?” she asks mischievously.

“No. But I do have to have a drink to dance in public,” I reply dryly.

She shrugs and changes direction, leading me to an empty booth where we sit down. It’s not long before a waitress comes over to see if we need more drinks. Amelia purses up her lips and nods her head.

“Yes please. We need some cocktails. And shots. Lots of shots,” she grins. When the waitress has gone away, she looks at me with a gleam in her eye. “I’ll have you out on that dance floor soon enough.”

“At this rate, I’ll be home in bed by midnight.”

“Maybe you will if you play your cards right…”

The gleam in her eye tells me that she isn’t joking. My cock responds to her words, and I shift in my seat. The waitress returns with a giant fishbowl of something bright red and a tray full of shots of various colors.

“Thanks,” I say. “Just put it all on my tab.”

The waitress nods and walks away. Amelia pushes a long, neon green straw towards me. I grimace slightly as I taste the sweet but potent drink.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Amelia laughs.

She grabs a purple shot and holds it up. I take a blue one and we clink glasses and drink them. The shot is slightly less gross than the cocktail. Only slightly though. Why didn’t I specify we wanted Tequila or a decent whiskey or something?

We sit drinking and chatting for a while. I can feel myself relaxing and Amelia is starting to get a little giggly. She’s also getting a little more handsy. She keeps touching my arm when she talks to me, and every time she does it, I feel more and more turned on. It’s taking a lot of willpower not to just demand we go home right now.

“Are you ready to dance yet?” she asks me.

“Not yet,” I reply with a laugh.

“Well then you can just watch,” she announces with a sultry look.

She slides out of the booth and begins to dance at the end of it, swaying her hips, her arms in the air. She throws her head back, twirling and moving. Watching her is like being slowly tortured. She looks so fucking good, and my cock is well and truly hard now. I just want to grab her and throw her onto the table and fuck the life out of her. She dances like she fucks; with no self-consciousness whatsoever, just enjoying the way her body feels.

She holds her hand out to me, and although I’m still far from ready to join the small crowd that is dancing up here, I can’t resist her any longer. I take her hand and let her pull me to my feet. She doesn’t waste any time. She presses herself against me and smiles at me. She turns so she’s facing away from me and slowly drops to a crouch, pushing her ass against my body. She comes back up and I feel her whole body moving over mine. I know she can feel how hard I am. She sways her hips, purposely rubbing herself against my rock-hard cock.

She turns back to face me, and I wrap my arms around her, swaying with her. I lean down to kiss her, but she ducks away laughing. I can’t be mad at her. She looks so good as she sways and twirls. I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her. Now. Here.

I reach out and grab her hand. I don’t speak, I just lead her back across the lounge and out of the room.

“Viktor, no, not yet. I’m not ready to leave. “We’ve only been here an hour or so,” she says as the door closes behind us and the sound of the music is mostly cut off, just a thumping beat remaining.

“I’m not ready to leave yet either,” I say, looking at her over my shoulder with a grin.

She takes my meaning, and her pout becomes a smile as I lead her down the corridor and through a door marked staff only. I continue on to my office. I open the door and pull her inside. I don’t bother to turn the lights on, I just grab Amelia and pull her into my arms. Her kiss is like electricity flooding my body and making my nerves hum. I kiss down her neck and she puts her head back, moaning as my hand slips beneath her dress. I push her panties to one side, slip my fingers between her wet lips and massage her clit.

She moans again as I rub her faster, harder, bringing her close to the edge. I kiss my way back up her neck and cover my mouth over hers as I bring her to orgasm. I feel hot liquid running over my fingers as I keep working her clit. She pulls her mouth from mine and whispers my name as a shudder goes through her body. I push her dress up over her hips and she reaches for my jeans.

She fumbles my jeans open. Reaching in she grabs my cock and moves her hand up and down it, sending flames running through my body. She pushes me closer to the edge. I grab her panties and push them down as she works my cock. She steps out of them without missing a beat. I have to be inside of her soon or I’ll explode. I’m going crazy with need. I start to move, walking backwards in the darkened office, heading for my desk. Amelia comes with me, her hand still working me as we move, her mouth seeking out mine.




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