His Warm Embrace

Chapter 3

By the time the driver came to pick me I had gotten every bit of information I could get about Lillith from the Massage Palace. I booked a total of 9 more sessions and even specifically requested that she attend to me, but for some strange reason, she never showed up to my lounge. I would even watch her go and attend to other men and women who were not even close to my social status in terms of fame, money, and power.

The usual me would have bought the entire club immediately along with her entire being. Yes, that is what I wanted to do. I wanted to own this girl. I wanted her to be mine. Yet I couldn't bring myself to take her. Adams Stone takes whatever he wants and does whatever he wants. So why couldn't I claim this girl? And why was she deliberately avoiding me? She was doing everything to not attend to me, but she would do it in such a way that I'd know she was there but not in my reach.

It was driving me insane. I quickly dashed out of my lounge and hurried down and into my vehicle where my driver was waiting. It was already late into the night and I was racking my head about the strange girl. In the backseat of the car, I could still feel her delicate hands slowly tightening around me and causing me excruciating pain. However, the pain only made me harder. I didn't want to think about why, or how but I couldn't stop myself. I needed sleep.

I got to my house and went straight to my room. I took off my coat and my shirt and lay on the bed, reminiscing about the entire night. Then I went and had a shower before quietly dozing off.

I could've sworn I her in my room. A young girl with bright red hair. I couldn't see her face but she was there. Right there standing in front of the mirror, her back facing me. In her hand was a long whip, thick and bridled, black and smelt of leather.

I called out to her to have her face me, "Turn around Lillith, turn around and look at me. I want to see you."

She disobeyed me. This was the second time today in my life that my orders had not been followed immediately as they left my mouth. I did not know what to make of it. I had never been disobeyed before. Up until today, things had always gone my way. Everything I wanted I had gotten, ever since I was a baby.

Then she turned around. Her red hair was messy and covered her face, so I couldn't see her features, but the rest of her body was open to me to feast on with my eyes. Her breasts were perky and her n*****s were so erect. I could already imagine myself swirling my tongue around them as she rode me. She was clean-shaven. Not a single strand of hair on her v****a. The only piece of clothing she had on were these red high heels. The kind that models wore. The kind that was so tall you'd imagine them impaling your feet if you were ever to get stepped on.

She walked towards me and my hands instinctively went to shield my balls. I didn't want to experience that again. She quickly wrapped the whip around my neck and placed her heeled foot where my hands were shielding my balls. The pain was sharp, but it was hard to focus when she was choking the life out of me by pulling on the whip secured faster around my neck.

She then lowered her face towards me, her breasts inches away from my mouth and her n*****s dangling just above my lips.

"Don't you want to suck on them?" She said, seductive as always, her hair was now dropping from her face and I could only see her red lips. She was smiling.

"Go on Mr. Stone, suck them, put them between your teeth, and suck on them like I'm your mommy. You know you want to, take my breasts in your mouth and devour like like the hungry male slut you are."

Who did this girl think she was? I had so many questions. How did she get into my room? How was the security alarm not tripped off? Did she follow me? I thought she was avoiding me. What did she taste like? Why does she want to hurt me? Why is she choking me? And why am I enjoying it so much?

She used a whip to pull on my neck, giving me a sharp jolt of pain that pushed out what remaining air I had left. She was pulling on my neck in such a way that as I tried to get her n*****s in my mouth it would only cause me more pain. But I was adamant, I was persistent. I struggled through the pain and finally got it with tears in my eyes. They tasted amazing. The kind of taste that you'd expect from a woman who spent the entire day working up a sweat just to leave her scent on you.

"Good boy," She said with a smile on her face. "Now tell me who owns you".

Her face was right in front of me, hair was floating off of it in an almost mystical way. It felt like she was magic. I could not believe that this was the same little naive girl I met at the bar. Before I could think about her any longer, she pulled on the whip even tighter; judging from the way my chest was heaving, I felt like I had at least 45 seconds left before I collapsed, and she affirmed my thoughts with the next thing she spoke to me.

"Looks like you have less than a minute, baby; I'm going to need that c*m before then. That's right, c*m from the feeling of my feet on your d**k and the thought of me owning you. What happened to the all-powerful Adams Stone" she said with a sultry laugh. Her laugh echoed and resonated in my head before she spoke again.

"You can have all the money in the world Mr. Adams, but you'll never own me. I'll be that one thing that you won't be able to own completely; rather, you'll be owned by me. How does that feel Mr. Adams"

I wanted to answer her, but I was out of breath, my eyes rolled back inside my head and I collapsed.