Chapter 3

Ollie had a low sex drive. At least that was what he believed before he met June. 

Need to say he just had a massive self-control that did not work when it came to June. 

The girl who had him visualizing a hundred and nine unholy ways he wanted to fuck her. 

 He couldn’t stop thinking about how well she would take his cock. How sweet his name would be on her lips as he thrust into her. She was the epitome of his dark fantasies. An obsession from the day he laid his eyes on her. 

He cursed and blessed his friend, Logan for coercing him to come to the strip club with him that night. 

The night had changed the trajectory of his life It was the night he met Venus herself. Suddenly he wasn’t a workaholic anymore but a junekaholic. A fact he wasn’t so pleased with. 

It was about proving Logan wrong that he could have fun when he wanted to. But he’d ended up proving himself wrong. Because him having a low sex drive was nothing but a lie. 

The thought he’d had about sex for the past few months since he met June was more than those he’d had all his life combined. 

His head darted up at the tiny creak of the door. A kick of adrenaline pooled through his nerve. Yes. This was what June turned me into. A wailing dog

His one-minute wait for her to stride in stretched like an hour. He drummed his fingers on his lap with bated breath, like a junkie waiting for his daily dose of heroin. 

June paraded to the stage like she owned the place, like she paid for his services, and not the other way around like she was the queen and he was her lowly servant. He wasn’t complaining. The massive chip on her shoulder made his chase more interesting and fun. And it had been a long time since a girl was like this to him and he loved a good challenge.  

When she finally stepped into the limelight, her delicious look blessed his eyes. He swallowed, drinking in her glowing lush skin. He took his time as his eyes moved down her curvy body, halting at her plump, delicious ass. 

Fuck! His mouth salivated, wanting to squeeze it, spank it, and feel its softness against my palm. 

“You are ten minutes late.” He leisurely extended his arm, reaching out towards the smooth armrest of the black couch, eager to hear June’s clap back. She always had it ready for him. She was ready to toss him a cocky reply and it turned him on. 

When a long defeated sigh skipped out of her mouth he knew he wouldn’t get cocky June today. 

“I’m sorry.” Her gaze shifted to the floor. On a normal day, she would be holding his gaze with a glare. So he faltered in silence at June’s apology. He’d been a regular for a month? Two months?—just to see June only— and he’d never heard her apologize for anything. 

So, her out-of-the-blue apology concerned him. 

“Are you—.” 

The music cut him off. 

He swallowed the rest of the words and didn’t bother. It was better if he didn’t know. He was having a hard time keeping her out of his head, he couldn’t concern himself with what was wrong with her. 

Though, It didn’t stop the bug he felt as she got ready to dance. 

She circled the pole, turning her back to him. Her round ass was enough to do the trick for him. He suddenly lost his train of thought, the question at the tip of his tongue forgotten. 

 She twisted her body along the length of the pole, swinging her hips slowly and sensually to the music. When she bent over, images of taking her from behind looped through his brain cell, reducing him to a man whose sexual desires controlled. 

 He wasn’t the sex-driven type and he took pride in being unbothered when girls fell on his laps, ready and willing for his cock. 

 With the tons of options available to him, he could change women as easily as he changed his car. But he didn’t do that. Those girls didn’t do it for him. They were always so willing, just a click of his finger, and they were all over him. And Ollie hated it. 

But with June, her stubbornness turned him the fuck on. She wasn’t the type who followed orders and she wasn’t never going to be the type to shut her mouth just because he asked her to. And he longed for the day, he had her taking his damn orders. 

Keenly, he watched as she spun, and made dangerous twists on the pole dance. It almost looked like she would fall. But she did not. She never did. 

He puffed as she made a pose he recognized. Yes. He took his precious time to learn about pole dancing and various styles. His obsession ran that deep. 

She curled her legs around the pole and swindled on it. Every style she made matched the rhythm of the music. 

Now, she pressed her legs together, spinning around the pole. Her tits bounced as she did. 

He rubbed a hand on his cock. He was so hard to the point it hurt so bad and he contemplated jerking off. 

Imagine how low you had to be to contemplate that. Yes, that was how low he was. So low he came to a strip club like it was his second home. 

He lost count of his solo jerking-off session to June. It had become a ritual to him. 

She stretched her lush body across the pole as if she had no bone in her. He’d like to test out how easily he could flip her over and throw her around in a private setting. 

This place could do too. But he doubted an hour would be enough to test out all his pent-up dark desires. 

He reclined on the couch, checking out how her flawless legs spiraled around the pole. It would look even better wrapped around his waist, locking him into her. How beautiful she would look as she fell apart beneath him while he drilled into her.  

Just like every other night, I pushed her buttons, saying, “Stop.” 

Without batting an eye, she did with no groans or one of her long exasperated sighs. She didn’t roll her eyes at him nor did she mutter under her breath. It was very unusual of her. 

She was defiant, cocky, and ready to go back and forth with him. When he told her to do something she would do quite the opposite. She had guts and she did not fall at his feet. 

On a normal night, she probably would remind him how she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the good tips he gave as he asked her to stop. 

So what had changed? What was wrong? 

He said. “Change the music. I don’t like it.” 

“Okay,” She said without breaking a breath. 

 He watched as she walked to the booth for a change of music, contemplating asking if she was okay or keeping his mouth shut. He shrugged and went for the latter. It wasn’t his business.  

It bothered him so much, he couldn’t put it off as the new music filled the air. 

 She started another wave of body swindling. It cleared his thoughts. But not so much. He still bugged him to ask.

The grip she had over him was alarming. He needed her out of my system fast. He needed out of the dungeon she put him in. Out of the damn loop.

He needed to have her. Taste her. And be over with it. It was the only way he could get over her. 

He spiraled in his thoughts, his attention never leaving her until a red bloated spot on the side of her neck caught his gaze. 

His thoughts halted. She had a bruise. 

The air around him ran hot. His blood roared in his ear. Lava of fury hatched in his guts and had him teetering with red. 

And the only thing he thought about was the fucker who dared to leave a bruise on her.