Chapter 4: All filled with emotions

Then I will be there as soon as 3 am to wait for you. Okay, princess? He asked as Kacey nodded her head although her dad couldn’t see her.

Good night daddy. I love you. She said as Julian smiled and replied,

I love you more, Mi Vida. He said before Kacey disconnected the call. Shaking his head, he dropped the phone back into his pocket before stepping out of the car.

He locked his car, before walking into the club where he was quickly attended to, led to the front of the room, where his seat, was waiting for him, with a private buffet.,

He smiled as he sat down and took a strawberry in his mouth waiting for the show to begin.

But he didn’t have to wait long as the lights went out before the song started playing in the back. He craned his eyes, he could see a woman standing behind the curtains… was that the masked stripper?

There was only one way to find out if she was the one or not.

Love me as you do.

Love, love, love me as you do.

I want your naked love.

You know your naked love is what I am dreaming about.

The music was playing as Helen or rather the masked stripper made a beautiful entrance as the light went on when she was already by the pole. Doing what she knew best.

The men were cheering and salivating as they watched her every move, not taking their eyes off her for not one second. Meanwhile, Helen was focused on the man in front of her.

The guard was right. Truly the heartless CEO, ever was in front of her, drinking nonstop as he watched her give him a befitting dance yet.

She may have just hit jackpot. She decided to focus on him, as she brought out her horsewhip as she came down from the pole to straddle him making sure that she rocked his manhood.

The men were gasping as she had never done that before. She didn’t ride men, she always stuck to her pole but now she was taking the initiative to let the man know that she was interested in him...

This wasn't fair but there was nothing they could do. Harley or rather the masked devil bit her lips as she twerked on him, placing her hand on his shoulders as he held her roughly by the waist and made sure he pressed his monster under her pussy, letting her know how hard he was, and she smiled before kissing him on his neck, making sure that she left a hickey before she got off him and walked back to the stage just in time as the music finished.

Just then the MC, walked out saying.

What an unexpected twist is someone by our Masked Stripper. Boys I sure hope you know what we have next. We start bidding and only the highest bidder would have her for the night. Like I said, just for the night, won't you people want her? He said as the men started bringing out money shouting prices when Julian wolfed down the last of his drink and said,

One hundred million dollars. He didn’t have to even shout as the MC, eyes popped open looking at the person who had just uttered those words.

He had been expecting to get up to ten thousand dollars as the highest but someone just broke the record.

Excuse me, I think we have a winner. This young man yet has decided to pay one hundred million dollars so if anyone can stop it, the girl would be yours. Anyone? The MC said, looking around but everywhere had gone dead silent.

Nobody was willing to speak or say anything.

Well, in that case, we have a winner, please go to room 112, your prize is waiting there. The MC said to Julian as he watched the masked devil leave the stage.

Downing his last cup of beer, he stood up and tried to walk out of the club to the resort, but he knew one thing,m he was very drunk, so sleeping with her was going to be a piece of cake.

A kind prostitute showed him the room and left him there, giving him her card, in case she didn’t do it for him.

Julian took her card and put it in his pocket before entering the room to see the masked stripper seated on the bed, and two drinks on the table.

Helen was hoping that the man would go straight for the drinks first but what he said next, baffled her. He wanted foreplay first. She guessed she could do that.

"Get on a pillow and kneel in front of me." A deep and low gruff voice said turning her stomach with butterfly’s flutters. She silently did as tell.

I want you to take me as if I am your bitch. She said in his ears, enticing him as he swallowed hard.

Damn, it. She was one psycho and he knew that he had lost the race, all he had to do was play along with the game.

Slowly open my pants and take them out of my boxers. He ordered again in a slow tone. She stared at his penis. It was starting to get hard. She was sure that it wasn't as hard as it was right now when she saw it a while ago. She found it amazing how a boneless thing can be as hard as a pipe.

"Hold it from the base right here." He showed her where to hold it from where it connects to his body, she did as told.

"Now close your eyes and think of your favorite ice cream in a cone. Lick as if it is melting and run your tongue from the bottom to the top, then around it."

She did as he instructed making him groan.

"With the head, think of your favorite lollipop-flavored candy, and suck it till your cheeks look deep from the outside view." Julian was telling her things to be done in a simple way that she put her mind to it.

With her eyes closed, she pictured herself licking her favorite ice cream and sucking on my lollipop, she heard him moan.

His body stiffened once in a while, and his hand gripped his hair to keep them from touching her.

She let her saliva drip from her mouth to moisten his now hard as a baseball bat.

Julian couldn't take this pleasure anymore.

Fuck this, get on the bed now. He cursed at her as she stood up.

But what about your drink? She said trying to hand it to him, but she handed him the wrong one and he gulped it down, before motioning her to the bed again.

She did so, hoping that the drug would start to work before he could do anything to her.

Helen climbed to the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back, her elbows in the bed, and she rested her head in between them. Julian took off her mask, before peering into her face, staring into those brown eyes, before she looked away. She didn’t want him to search her could with those piercing eyes of his. She was still waiting for the drug to work, not only it wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t want her to see anything or know what he was going to do.

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, the ruffle of clothing behind her. The bed dipped and Julian came up behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. he spread her thighs, wiser as wide as she could, readying herself to take the full length and girth of him.

But he withdrew and for an instant, she thought that he had changed his mind, instead, he pressed his hand on her womanhood, she jerked when she felt the wetness of the warm liquid he was pressing in her. He was pressing her.

He worked a finger into her tight channel, she gritted her teeth and took the invading finger. Tears dropped from her eyes and splashed on the bed.

He worked another finger into her causing a little burn to spread through her, she pushed back at him, whimpering softly.

He leaned down, blanketing her and pushing her deeper into the bed.

What do you want? I want you to talk to me, like the dirty conniving whore you are. He said as he grabbed her hair again, causing her pains, his breath hot against her ears. My heart gulped, this was an order.

"I want you t-take me...hard and fast." She whispered, her voice hoarse.

Silence. His fingers worked inside her, pushing and pulling.

"I don't think you know what you are asking for" He groaned at last.

Hearing him speak and let out a groan also, brought a tingle and chill to her body.

"Do you know why I'm going to do what you want?"

She shook her head against the mattress.

"Because it's what I want too." He whispered in her ears as she inside pooled in anticipation.

Then he took his weight off her, pulling back completely.

Before she could fully process his words, one hand grabbed a fistful of hair jerking her upper body from the bed while another secured her hips, pinning her in place.

His erection rocked against her outer, flesh, hot hard, and heavy. No matter how ready her mind was, her body was scared to death.

Fear lit up in her chest, but she shut her mind to it. Then he pulled back and thrust violently, coldly, viciously into her.

Her elbows gave way and she fell headfirst into the pillow. Her hands couldn't support her.

Everything burned. Everything hurt. She gripped the pillow gasping for air, sucking in the material as the searing frightening pain of being taken violently made her cry out. Hot tears were absorbed instantly, by the pillow as Julian rammed into her again.

He lost himself, turning inhuman as he rode her.... just like she asked. Her scalp screamed where he held her captive by her hair.

He was groaning in pleasure, she realized, and even during that pain, a thrill of excitement surged through her.

She doesn't understand the thought or the feeling but it was there.

His fingers gripped her hips, holding her in place as he savagely thrust.

Every pound sent shockwaves of agony through her.

Julian thrust harder and harder, driving her deeper and deeper into the pillow. He filled her so completely, that Helen thought she would split into two.

"I told you, I warned you." He groaned driving into her like a monster.

He was big. Too big. The feel of him, moving inside her was overwhelming. She didn't know, she started screaming into the pillow until he bumped suddenly, cutting out her air, and the scream short-circuited.

His hips thrust harder and she knew that he was on the brink of ejaculating. And so, she deliberately impaled him harder

The grunt of approval encouraged the feminine part of her that wanted to please her. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, rocking back giving everything, she had left.

His breath came faster, harsher as he thrust again and again.

Curling over her, his back smoothened hers as he snaked his hand to pinch her nipple, and at the same time, he sunk teeth into her neck and nibbled.

Helen raised her head and pleasure-pain thrust again, filling her. Then he froze and released.

Hot wet streams spurt deep inside her. On and on and on. His hands on her hips clenched hard and teeth but down in the sinew between her neck and collarbone.

He groaned and moaned against her, his hard thighs, shivering against her. The second, the last pulse of his release filled her, he pulled out and stepped back to his knees.

She whimpered with each thrust, she was surrounded by him. Tears filled her eyes, it was too much for her. Her weak body trembled. All she could feel is him: the things he was doing to her.

The back-and-forth movement of his thick phallus, inside her body, emancipating from his skin.

Using his thighs, he nudged her leg once more, forcing one trembling leg up to his shoulder.

He held both her hands in one hand and used the other, to hold her leg in that position, he resumed slamming into her.

In that position, he goes deep, even deeper than usual, and she couldn't help the pained screams that escaped her bumps against her cervix with each thrust of his hips.

"No!" She gasped.

"Don't fight it." He groaned sharply, angling his thrust even deeper and harder. She screamed hoarsely as her body raptured to tiny million pieces, her inner muscles drenching helplessly around his shaft.

He groans hoarsely and then she felt him releasing again. She could feel his hot wet liquid in her womb. His phallus grinding into her womanhood.

It enhanced her release, much to her helplessness, drawing out pleasure-pain.

It's like they are linked together because her violent contraction didn't stop till he was fully over.

He collapsed on top of her, his breathing as ragged as hers. She felt him everywhere. She saw darkness. She breathed him.

"You, from this moment belong to me and only me." He said against her skin.