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"Your first pay."
Killian threw three huge wads of cash on the desk in front of Madison. She stared at them in shock, she had never seen such a huge amount at the same time.
"But I haven't even stripped for you yet." She argued, her hands tucked between her thighs. She was sitting before him in his luxurious living room, her eyes wandering and admiring the beautiful interior of the place.
"I like to show that I mean business." Killian grinned and leaned forward. "There's one more thing."
"And what is that?" She questioned, trying to stay focused but the handsome man in front of her was far too intriguing to ignore.
He had two buttons undone, exposing his chest, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, hugging his muscles and making him look like a magazine model. All she could think about was what it would feel like to have those arms around her, pinning to her to the bed, or to the wall, making sure she didn't escape while he f****d her senselessly.
Madison had no idea what had suddenly come over her. She had gotten so many clients in the past, and enough d***s inside her to make her immune to lust. But there was just something about Killian.
"My eyes are up here sweetie." Killian teased and she quickly looked away, heat rising to her cheeks.
"You'll have to be available whenever I need you here, and refusing me isn't even an option. You'll belong only to me unless I say otherwise." He said, his icy voice cutting through her dirty thoughts and planting fear instead.
What did he mean by that?
"What do you mean?" She questioned with furrowed brows. "This is simply an arrangement, not a death sentence." She argued, but when he stood up, his giant form made her shrink back in her seat.
Killian's gaze turned sinister, and she could boldly see the dark intentions in his eyes. She was supposed to be afraid of it, but she found it incredibly hot, and it made her gulp.
"It will become a death sentence when you decide to do anything contrary to what I have said." His voice was soft but commanding, in a way that Madison squeeze her thighs together again.
"Now," he continued, "I would like to freshen up, and I want you naked and on that pole by the time I get back." He motioned to the pole near the staircase, standing on a slightly raised platform.
Madison followed his eyes, and gulped when she saw it. She fought the urge to say, "yes daddy."
She was used to giving the orders whenever she was with any man, and they would obey without question because they were so intoxicated with her body. But now, she was being ordered around and she loved it.
She watched Killian slowly make his way up the stairs, and he didn't even look back once, his coldness giving her chills. As soon as he was out of sight, she started to take off the flimsy excuse of a dress that she had on.
Her boobs bounced to life as soon as she took the dress off. She stared at them, pride written all over her. They were her moneymakers after all. She squeezed them lightly in her palms, a tiny moan escaping her lips.
Then, she bent over to take her panties off, throwing them on the couch where her dress was lying. Taking her time, she made her way over to the pole, taking it in her hand and bending over.
As if she was dancing for a crowd, Madison started to move her hip up and down, the sound of her clapping ass cheeks filling the room instantly. She touched her toes, imagining Killian behind her with his c**k f*****g her ass.
"Gosh.." she sighed, getting up and leaning on the pole.
Killian was the most dangerous man in New York City and everyone knew him to be a ruthless devil. She shouldn't be getting attracted to him, she should be looking for ways to escape but instead, she's having dirty fantasies about him.
"Is he going to f**k me?" She muttered to herself and then shook her head. "No, he only wants me to strip." She answered her own question and then sensually took her hands to her boobs.
She was about to shut her eyes when Killian came back downstairs, shirtless and with his body glistening with water.
Madison's jaw dropped as she stared at the demigod, wondering how it was legal for anyone to look that good. He knew he looked good, because he walked over the couch directly facing her with a grin plastered on his face and sat with his legs crossed. His boner was visible through the black pair of pants he had on.
"You're so sexy." He told her, biting his lip as his eyes roamed her unclad body.
Her t**s sat pretty, pointing at him and making him even harder. She was the most seductive woman he had ever seen, no wonder men came from all over the country to see her.
"Go ahead, dance for me. Make those boobs and that ass bounce for me." He demanded, his tone possessive and dark.
Madison obeyed, getting on the pole immediately, raising her leg and humping the pole roughly.
She watched Killian's face contort with lust, and his desire for her made her p***y drip with her pleasure juices. She couldn't help it, even as she bounced her ass in front of him, all she did was moan.
Killian's demeanor screamed calmness, but underneath all that, his senses were ravaging and mad. He wanted nothing more but to walk up to that pole and force his c**k into that wet p***y. He could see it shimmering from where he was sitting, he could see that her core was wet for him.
However, he did not want to rush things, he wanted to savor every moment with this goddess, he wanted to make her beg for his d**k like he did to other women. He would torture them until they begged to be dicked down by him.
A grin played across his lips as he watched her twist her flexible body on the pole, her boobs swayed in front of her.
"Stop!" He suddenly ordered and she paused, turning to face him.
"Sit down," he paused, adjusting on the couch like the tension in the air was becoming too much for him.
"Sit down, spread your legs for me, and touch yourself." He smirked and her eyes widened in shock.
"I want to see how deep into your p***y your fingers can go. I want to c*m from watching you moan to your own touch."
Madison's shoulders dropped.
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