Private Lap Dance Session

Vanessa's POV

The private rooms were more intense than I imagined. As I nervously weaved through them for the one I was going to, I felt a whirl of emotions. I had no idea what I was about to do. I literally just abandoned Jake and it was even more torturous that I was about to give a lap dance to a man just because he was rich and I was the poorest I had ever been.

I'm twenty two, but it was still pretty normal for me to get grounded. If mom found out about this, she would definitely kill me but the adrenaline was so crazy and I was on such a high that I just didn't care. I felt daring.

I reached the room and pushed the door forward, then walked in. Sauntering, my body froze upon seeing the familiar stranger after walking in.

Those familiar blue eyes. It was the first thing I always noticed about him, but everything else was impressive nevertheless. He was all man.

He was the supposedly rich guy that paid for a private lap dance?

I stood like a prey in front of him, and he ran his eyes through the length of me like the predator that he was. His well chiseled jaw tightened as he adjusted the collar of his shirt and got rid of his tie, showcasing his well toned packs and hard chest.

I had a sudden urge to run my hands through it.

His hair was messy like he had run his hands through them violently, or did some other woman do it for him just before me? I couldn't shake the sad feeling off my head.

I heard the door click behind me and hearing his voice for the first time, I dissolved like salt and bit back a weak moan.

“Turn off the lights.” His deep voice ordered and like a child anticipating a treat for being good, I did as told.

“Come and sit on my lap. Let's see what that sexy ass can do.”

‘Sexy ass’ rolled off his sweet voice like butter.

I couldn't see his face and I realized that he did it for me. His voice was already seducing me. If I had to watch his expressions as he said dirty things to me, wouldn't I die of being sex starved?

I took timid steps towards him. The room wasn't exactly dark. There were still hues of blues and red and I could make out his form in the dark. Placing my ass on one of his legs, he suddenly snaked an arm across my chest from behind and pulled me to him, so my back was against his face as I sat on his lap.

I felt his hot breath fan my neck, and a low curse word flew out of his mouth the moment I gasped in sheer delight upon his rough handle.

“Youre the sexiest woman alive. Don't let me bother you. Dance for me, Princess.”

His voice was killing me! My heart hammered in my chest as he clearly waited. I didn't know if I was allowed to stand up but when I tried to, he didn't budge.

“Dance on me. Princess.”

I wanted his hands on me so badly, but I knew he would never want to touch me further, as that was against the rules of the club.

Retorting to my last solution, I began to grind my hips and sway them in a circular motion, slowly, then I increased pace. He let out a grunt the minute I advanced in pace. I could feel his dick harden underneath me, so I teased him further.

“What's your name?” He whispered, breathing so hard it killed me as I arched into him.

“Vanessa.” I replied breathlessly.

“Vanessa,” He repeated like he was in a trance and I felt him suck on my earlobe. I wanted to go crazy.

I scooted in deeper and this time, I got bolder. Removing his hand that was across my front, I tried to stand up again, but he still refused.

I stopped grinding, unsure of what this hot man wanted and that's when I saw his free hand and fingers climb slowly and play with my thighs.

My eyes caged on the very second I felt them on me, and the torturous way he twirled them around in circles. I felt my breath hitch the moment his fingers advanced, and he worked his way into the inner part of my thighs.

“W-what are you d-doing?” My voice was faint. My breath came out in weak exhales and unconsciously, I arched into him the second he snapped my weak pantyhose and ran his thumb over my panties, where my wetness conquered.

How did we get here?

He didn't respond to my question, so I asked him again, this time, more careful.

“What are you doing?”

Then I felt his hot breath on my neck. My body shrieked the moment he licked a spot like a sick dog before dropping a wet kiss over it, groaning like he was frustrated and trying his best to be contained.

With my body betraying me in the worst ways and my eyes rolled back, I felt myself go to heaven and back.

“You kept dancing for the other men, knowing fully well that I was eyeing you, that I fucking claimed you on the damn spot the minute our eyes met. It became a show meant for my eyes alone.”

I swallowed, so intoxicated, itching for more friction, trying not to jump this man.

“I expected you to stop, come down from the pole and crawl to me like the slut that you are so I could show those men you are now my personal whore, but you didn't, did you?” His hands had pushed my thong aside, and flicking a finger through my very wet folds, he let out a dark chuckle that made me shiver.

The fact that I couldn't see his face heightened my excitement and fear. I felt both in good measure. My heart forgot how to beat properly.

“So what are you going to do about it Sir?” Lust had clouded my sense of reasoning and it made me bolder.

“I'm going to punish you. It's only fair. Don't you think so?”

Fuck. The steady rise of my chest turned haywire. I had spiraled out of control, out of primal need to please this man.

“Yes please, punish me.” I let out a desperate plea.

“Good girl.” His deep voice rumbled, and the heavy promises of what he would do to me hung in the air.

I sat there, and I let him insert three fingers inside me in the most ruthless way possible, and I let him spin me around and make me suck my own wetness from his fingers.

He suddenly rose up from the chair and threw me into a bed I didn't even know was there.

“I won't be using a condom. I need to fuck you raw, it's a need, I hope you understand. Kindly figure yourself out in the morning.”

I could only nod my head shamelessly. I was far gone in heavy lust and I noticed things happening around, but I couldn't decipher, I could only feel.

Before I could pretend to complain that it was against the rules of the strip club, his tongue was already ravaging the innermost part of my pussy.

He dragged my labia with his teeth, causing me to spasm in pleasure, before stabbing me to the depths of my clit with his tongue, slapping my cunt from time to time. He sucked noisily, licked, spat on it and groaned like he was having the time of his life as he locked my thighs in between his arms.

He completely owned me and devoured me like a meal. It was such a beautiful sight, him on his knees like that.

I've never felt this intense pleasure before, I didn't even know it was possible. It felt like getting introduced into another world.

The man simply didn't care for rules. He took, and he took well.

When and how he got me naked, I still had no idea. He got rid of my outfit and pressed and kneaded both breasts like they were his. I moaned and cried out until I lost my voice.

My legs shook violently as I felt the wave of my first of many, many many orgasms that night.

He didn't spare me. He thoroughly punished me.

If only I knew who he actually was, I would've never let it happen, no matter how gorgeous he looked.