The billionaire's stripper

It was just a one-time thing; I have never had sex with anyone except him. I know you might think it was because I was in love with him, but no. He was a total stranger. As I danced on the pole that night, my gaze locked on him, and it was the beginning of a fucked-up fate.

I have always danced on poles for fun and money. I have worn just a pair of pants and a bra just to slide down the metal pole and make men waste their money, but never have I agreed with all those slimy and smelling men's wishes. To sleep with me was the hardest thing a man could do-well, except him.

"Sophia," he had said my real name just behind my ear right after the dance while I was in the toilet removing my makeup. I expected it; my body shivered in delight. Never have I had any affair with anyone, but he was just different; he was so handsome, he was everything. Lord, how could you make a man as fine as this?

"Right?" He said it again, and it snapped me out of my trance. "And who are you?" I asked, trying to be brave even though I could feel myself already wet down south.

"Spend the night with me," he had said, ignoring my question. Oh Lord, if this is a dream, it is one I never want to get out of. But for the first time, I was wrong. I should have asked again. He was a devil in disguise.

"Ok," I heard myself say. I became weak in front of a man whose velvety voice was enough to tip me off the edge. And that was the only assurance he needed. As his smooth hand grabbed my face, I almost fell to my knees. His lips touched mine, and it felt like he was about to swallow me whole. His hot tongue parted my lips, and it turned into a war between tongues as I struggled to breathe, but he didn't let me. At that moment, he pressed me closer to himself, holding me by my waist. His hands tilted my head as I struggled for oxygen.

He finally let go, only to push my back against the tiled wall, but I stopped him as he started to open his shirt button.

"This is the female toilet; what if someone sees us?" I couldn't help but breathe out, and I saw a ghost smile on his lips as he nodded, gave me a card, and walked out without saying a word. I raised my brow at that and turned the card around to see that it was the key to one of the private rooms. I walked out of the bathroom quickly, making my way towards the said room. As I got there, I used the card to open it, only to see him already sitting on the bed.

I was about to join him on the bed after shutting the door when he raised one of his perfect hands at me.

"Strip," he said, and I felt the heat rise to my neck. This was my first time stripping in front of a stranger, even though the clothes I was putting on showed almost all my nakedness.

"I-"

"Don't make me repeat myself." He cut me off as he slowly undid his belt while I unclipped my black bra. Finally, the two pieces of clothing I had on me were removed, and just as I was about to remove my heels, he raised his hand again. He lit a cigarette. He made a motion with his hand, telling me to come closer, and that's what I did. He stood up in all his glory; the shirt he was wearing was now unbottled. He stared into my eyes as I kept myself from shivering. He got so close, blowing the cigarette on my face as I stated to him eye to eye.

"I'll make you feel so much pleasure, Sophia," he said as he pushed me lightly and I fell on the bed. His hands took off his shirt, and I couldn't stop admiring his body. He bent down slowly, tracing his tongue right from my toe up until he got in between my legs, and I couldn't help but want to close my legs, but he held them firm apart as he buried his head between my legs and started working on me with his tongue. Goodness, this was pure heaven. My legs wrapped around his head, but he pulled them apart strongly, and yet it looked like he didn't even exert any strength.

"You touch me, I stop, and you only let go when I tell you to," he said as he dove back in. All I could do was grip the sheets as I moaned in pleasure.

Soon I was shivering in disgust as I released myself into his mouth. But that's when I felt his arm digging into my skin as I cried out in pain.

"I warned you," his dark voice said, and I was scared to even look into his eyes as he zipped down his suit pants and pulled them off with his briefs. My eyes landed on his member, and I couldn't help but try to move away from him, but he gripped my leg, pulling me back before burying his entire member into me. I screamed in pain as he tore into me.

"You are a virgin," he groaned out as he stilled inside me a little, letting me adjust to his enormous length. Now that I could finally analyze his words, I realized he was hesitant, but he was already buried deep inside me.

"Yes," I breathed out as he started moving in and out fast, not giving me enough time to adjust as he smashed himself into me while I begged for him to slow down. It hurt so bad; no one said it was going to hurt like this. I have been released three times now, but he hasn't let me go. His endurance was too high, and it was killing me.

"Please, enough!" I cried out in a weak voice, but he continued.

When I was finally on my fifth release, he shot his hot sperm into me. My lids were heavy as I shut them while feeling him finally slide out of me.

He bent down to unbuckle my heels.

"Next time, don't disobey me, and... It's Aleric," was all I heard before darkness consumed me. What next time? There is never going to be a next time.