Alpha Vladimir's Naughty Omega For Christmas

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SIENNA

“How many f*****g times do I have to lose cool cash because of your stupidity?!” Mr Carter yelled as he slammed my body into the wall and his fingers painfully dug into my arms since he had a tight grip on me.

Mr Carter was none other than my boss, the man that owned and managed the strip club where I worked not because I wanted to but because I had no choice.

“Another potential client just walked out because you failed to keep him, again,” he hissed angrily, his eyes sparking with rage and a shiver raced down my spine because I knew just how vicious Mr Carter could be when he was angry.

During days like this, I regretted taking the job and wishing my parents had not left me with such huge debts to very dangerous people that wouldn’t think twice before ending my life.

My life was practically hell. Other than having to deal with Mr Carter, I had to deal with the people my parents owed and it was getting difficult to keep them patient. The only job that could pay me well enough to ever stand a chance at clearing the debts was becoming a stripper so I basically didn’t have a choice.

Other than that, every night, I had to face clients that wanted more than just a show. Most of them tried to touch me and actually wanted to have s*x with me but that wasn’t who I was.

I couldn’t just let them have s*x with me, I couldn’t bring myself to do that even though I knew I could make so much more money from it.

Even when I knew I was losing customers and money and Mr Carter was furious at me because of that.

“There is another client and if you dare screw this one up, trust me, you’re out of this club for good this time.” He hissed as he pinned me with a stare that passed his message that, that wasn’t just an empty threat.

I needed the job, the money from it was the only reason I had been able to keep the people my parents owed money at bay, if not, I would most likely end up dead.

I crumbled to the ground gasping for air as he walked away. The spots where his fingers had dug into my skin were now bright red but it wouldn’t be an issue because I could always use makeup for it.

Subconsciously, I rose to my feet, fighting back the urge to run away from the club and cry myself to death somewhere, but I made my way to the changing room to get ready for the next client Mr Carter had mentioned.

If I wanted to keep the job, then I needed to impress him.

Quietly, I got ready and one of Mr Carter’s men led me to a private lounge, I was surprised to find a handful of girls already dancing on the poles in the dimly lit room while a mysterious figure sat on a couch at the far end of the room.

His eyes gleamed in the dark and there was this dark, brooding aura in the room that made me uncomfortable. Soft music was the only thing that could be heard and I noticed no one was approaching this mysterious man, of all the girls dancing around him and in front of him, no one moved close enough to touch him.

That was odd.

I joined the other girls and got curious about the man on the couch, he had still not moved an inch and had still not made any single attempt to touch anyone and that was something that had never happened before in all the time I had worked at the strip club.

“Get out.” He suddenly growled and the girls immediately scurried out.

His voice was firm and authoritative and with the way the girls rushed out, it was as if they couldn’t wait to get away from him. I followed after them but stopped dead in my tracks when his harsh tone rang out again.

“Not you,” there were a handful of girls in that room but for some reason, I was the only one that stopped. He had not said a name or given a description so it could have been anyone but I had no clue why I stopped.

It was as if his voice was calling out to me.

The door slammed shut the moment all the girls had exited the room. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to move from my spot or turn back to look at him, it was almost as if I was glued to that spot and the idea of seeing him again made me…

“Take the pole.” His voice came again and I knew that was an order.

Something about the man was odd and the way the girls scurried away from him ticked off alarm warnings in my head but I didn’t know why I still turned around and walked over to the pole to dance like he had instructed.

I needed to keep this job, besides, this one wasn’t all touchy. All I have to do was dance and get out of here, that was what I kept telling myself over and over again as I twirled around the pole with one hand on the pole and the other on my breast.

Dancing as sensually as I possibly could in hopes that he would be pleased and drop some tips. That would be the only way to please Mr Carter after what had happened with the last customer but while I was lost in thought, I didn’t notice him move from his seat until he was standing in front of me and his hand reached out to grope my breast.

I stopped dancing immediately and stepped away from the pole.

“Don’t do that, you’re not allowed to do that here.” I said to him with a serious expression on my face as I glanced at the door to be sure that I could escape anytime I wanted to.

He leaned closer with some sort of look in his eyes, totally ignoring whatever I had said. I tried to move away from him but his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed my wrist.

I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut in panic, expecting him to do his worst but his lips softly made contact with my neck and he inhaled my scent deeply. My eyes opened slowly and I watched in fear, confusion and with a racing heart as he continued to inhale my scent.

His breath was hot against my bare skin and having him so close to me overpowered my senses with his body. Every part of his body was rock hard and that was when I saw the dent in his pants.

It was huge and I could only imagine how big he was.

“Stop it Sienna.” Get away from him, I said to myself as I urged myself to step away from him but I couldn’t move.

That feeling from earlier on returned and even as he gently planted a kiss on my neck, I didn’t move instead, my body trembled slightly but in a good way. The space between my thighs was rapidly becoming slippery and when he took a step back from me, my body longed to have him close to me again.

What the hell was wrong with me? What did he do to me? I shouldn’t want this, I should be repulsed by him so why was my eyes glued to his retreating frame as he returned to the couch. As soon as he was seated, he beckoned for me to come over and my legs began to move again.

Something about the man compelled me to obey him and no matter how hard I tried to stop myself, my resolve was just not strong enough.

His eyes held mine as I walked over to him and he didn’t say a word before I got on my knees in front of him and between his thighs. The whole thing felt like a blur and I still had no clue if I was under the influence of something but I just knew I was doing things I normally wouldn’t have done and acting in a way that I never would have.

My fingers shook as I reached out and pulled his zipper down. I could feel how hard he was as I reached into his briefs and pulled out his c**k.

It was impressive and unlike anything I had ever seen. A gasp slipped from me as I stared at his throbbing member that my hand could barely wrap around so I had to also use my other hand.

I wasn't exactly sure what happened afterwards, all I knew was that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Every inch of his body pleased me and anytime his fingers slid over the length of my body, a tremor shot down my spine, so by the time he finally slipped himself inside of me, I couldn’t control myself any more.

I thrashed around and fought so hard to stop myself from screaming but it was useless. It was painful yet pleasurable and by the time he was done, I had collapsed and dozed off.

I was certain I had not slept for long when I felt someone tap me lightly. I jumped up startled and was surprised to find one of the girls staring down at me.

“Are you alright? Sienna?!” She sounded like she was panicking and when I groaned in response, she was relieved.

I was very sore and my entire body felt so heavy but I noticed the strange man was gone. I wanted to talk to the other girls about how odd what had happened was, about how it felt like I was under some sort of spell or something but the girls were now acting differently.

They were always whispering anytime I walked in and staring at me in such a strange way that I began to feel uncomfortable.

I was certain it was related to that strange man because it all started after that night with him. Fortunately, the man never returned and even though a part of me yearned to see him again anytime I walked into a room to entertain a client, I was disappointed every single time.

Regardless of it all, I was curious of one thing,

Who was he though? And what was it about him that made me like that?

But as the days went by and he never showed up, I tried to shove him to the back of my mind but it was impossible, it started to get worse and his entire presence haunted me for days.

What had he done to me?!