Handle Me With Care Stranger

“Clair Chen”?

Under the dark staircase that leads to whatever, the vibrant voice shook me off my anxiety a bit. This is simply business and people in the place mean business.

“Yes sir “?

I answered sluggishly, my voice in rhyme with my foot as I stepped forward, facing the tall tattooed man who I suspected owns the nightclub.

“A single complaint from him and you are out.”

He said frankly, and I nodded hesitantly. I hated the whole situation, but running is not an option now. I already had the best bidder for myself, luck perhaps.

“Mr King VIP room Vee”

The man mumbled to the lady sexily dressed beside me, and she nodded, taking me slightly in the arm and I cautiously followed her.

“Careful miss,” the tiny voice muttered to me and I nodded, dragging my feet into the dark corner. We walked for some minutes without uttering any words and finally arrived at a quiet place completely different from the blasting noise of the club.

There is actually a place as hideous yet so beautifully built as this, I wondered as I waited for the next action to come, and it does.

“You can go in now,“ the tiny voice said, my eyes were burning trying to adjust to the darkness of the place, and a fear, unwanted yet present spread across my whole body, making me shiver.

“You are a lucky girl, Mr King. Don’t just pick girls randomly,“ she whispered, a glint of envy obvious from her tone. Lucky? I greatly disagree with her. I was the one selling off my virginity.

With a reluctance that halted my entire being, I proceeded into the room, the door knob unyielding, as if dismissing me, but no way I’m backing out now.

The events of the past few weeks flash through my head, Mum's teary eyes on the hospital bed, her soothing words that hinted at all her pains, but there’s nothing I could do to save her from hurting. Every day, her silent cry made me feel like dying. I have never known anyone stronger than her anyway and this is the only way I can earn urgent money for her leg amputation surgery.

The thumping of heels forced me to look back and the beautiful figure of the lady that'd brought me down here swayed from afar, her befitting dress matched her pretty face, but I knew she’d wished she was meeting whoever this man was instead.

I navigate on knocking before entering, politeness or manner, whatever isn't necessary here after all, and before I turned the other way on my heels, I hurried in, the fresh, different magical air hitting my bare face and strangely soothing my tired heart, as if I am not just stepping in a stranger room, ready to be used as he wished, and if there's anything human in him, he would be gentle.

“Hello,” I mumbled softly. The tall figure standing in the dim light was no doubt perfect, his face was not so clear, but his physique confirmed the reason for the girls' jealousy.

Without a single word, he moved closer, his face came into light and I could see him, all of him, the most perfect face I have ever seen.

“I… I am here to please you, sir.” I felt a strange hitch in my throat. How did I become so shameless to utter such words? I looked up slowly into his eyes, feeling like the lucky girl I was called.

“Strip,” he roared, his husky voice weirdly unnerving my mind. How can a man be so perfect and yet so annoying?

“What?now?” With a trembling smile mixed with panic, I asked, and the neutral expression on his face only wanted to make me escape the room.

“Yes, Strip,” he commanded again, and that felt like the challenge I know it’s. I could spit at his gorgeous face and barge out of the room, but the painful look on mum's face wouldn’t allow me. I had to do this just that night and everything fell into place.

Slowly, I pulled up my shirt, my ponytail losing in the process and the sweat on my face despite the coldness of the room, glued my hair to my face.

“Get the pants off, “he ordered, and I instantly wanted to obey him. His eyes were wide and focused, but I knew he was not as calm as he looked, he was trouble, one that I needed to avoid after that night.

My hand trembled as I held my pant hem, pulling it off slowly, but his eyes were intent, blazing fire that heated me up.

“Stop teasing me, girl,” he said sternly, his fingers moving around his shirt buttons and the white material coming off his broad shoulders, my heartbeat fastened, and my eyes fighting to look away from his rigid torso as he unbuckled his trouser.

“Get your ass over there, “he muttered, like it’s the most normal thing to say. A frown replaced my confused look as he pointed to an enormous white bed.

My leg battled out of my pants at last, and his hungry eyes fixed on my underwear, his face tilted forward, and his feet moved majestically towards me.

“Get that off too,” he mouthed, smirking, And I hate that. His hand brushed my lips softly, his breathtaking scent sent me spiraling into the depths of wants and desire.

“Please be gentle with me, “I beg shamelessly, knowing very well this rugged man doesn’t care about gentleness, but what harm is in begging?

He pulled his trousers down, and his hard rigid beast appeared through his boxers. How could a man have it all bewildered me. His hand rested on my neck, and he pulled me around to face the bed.

I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips when his hot flesh collided with my back thigh and, with a swift touch, his huge finger entered me, sending me going intoxicated with needs beyond my mum's surgery f*e, a need for body and soulful fulfillment.

He groaned, his eyes admitting his need for me. Without warning, he dragged me back facing him, and his lips took mine, moist and warm as he dived through the realm of my being and the only thing I wanted was him inside of me already.