To his bed I oblige

chapter 2:Her exclusivity

Alexander

Three shots of champagne at the bar of the noisy club. The place was filled with elites rocking to erotic music, without a care in the world. Everyone here had one mission_ “ride till they cum.” I smirked, adjusting the black cowboy hat that complemented my full black leather outfit—a perfect camouflage for my identity. I wasn’t here for the fake admiration of rivals; I came with one goal: s*x.

With every tick of my wristwatch, my patience thinned. I needed s*x, and badly. My favorite partner was nowhere to be found, though the manager had assured me she would show.

I signaled the bartender to fetch the manager, my fingers drumming impatiently on the polished wood.

“Yes, sir?” the manager asked, his voice already tense.

“Where did you send her off to?” I questioned, my voice low and dense, shifting the atmosphere around us without raising it.

“She… she… How about you take someone else?” he stammered, his tone betraying his fear.

His offer annoyed me. I rolled my eyes, took another shot of champagne, and sucked my lips. One click on my smartwatch.

“Close down Mega Club,” I ordered calmly, my tone exuding icy superiority.

“Please, sir! Give me one second. She went to see a client!” My order broke him, forcing a confession. A crooked smile flashed across my lips.

“I want her. Now.”

The manager scampered off. I turned back to watch the unamusing naked women on stage. None of them moved me.

“Sir,” the manager returned, breathless. “How about you take her on an exclusive contract?”

That earned him my full attention.

“How is that done?” I questioned, my interest sharp and eager. Having her all to myself would end this starving desperation.

Within ten minutes, her exclusive s****l rights were transferred to me. A slow grin spread across my lips as I relaxed into my chair. Memories of our last ride flashed through my mind.

Her thighs had held my waist with a warmth that was pure skill. The way she arched on the pillows, passionate and receptive to every thrust. Her moans were perfect,The memory of thrusting into her, of her tongue sucking every last drop of my c*m to utter satisfaction… The way I grabbed her by the hair, the way her breasts fit perfectly in my wide palms during missionary… It all made me wet and hypersalivating for her, stark naked on my bed. She was the first to satisfy my high libido without passing out or boring me. She’d surpassed every medical analysis of my s*x drive and left me feeling more alive than ever.

Though we were always blindfolded, she always found the right places on my body to satisfy

“Sir…” The manager’s voice called me back from my wild fantasy. I flashed him a dangerous stare.

“Send the driver. She will meet you at the villa,” he informed me.

With that, I rose to my full height, tall and daunting, and strode out of the club.