Chapter 14

Kai’s POV 

The room splashes with deep blue light, dim and refreshing, a perfect fit for the scenario tonight. Slowly my hands turn Mr. Stripper over to me, sizing him before he points to the bedside meters away. 

A piece of paper with some printed text and a pen by the side. 

“What's that?” I ask and walk towards it with curious eyes. He follows. 

“You're new here, sir. That's how we do.” He says. “We sign a Non-disclosure Agreement to protect the identity of the client and the stripper.” 

“Ohhh.” 

I scan through the paper, a contract agreement. Exactly what he explains. Then there's space to fill our names. Then our signatures. But one clause attracts. I read more carefully in case it concerns. 

“The stripper, on the occasion of refusing the client after he has been auctioned is compelled to pay thrice the amount the client bid him with.” 

Then I calculate the amount I paid for him. Thirteen thousand dollars times three. Thirty-nine thousand dollars. 

Such a huge amount. He can never pay that. 

I shake off the thought. What would even make him refuse me? 

I quickly sign, calling on him to sign. I watch as he does, then sets the pen down before lifting his hands slowly to his face, to the bank, raising the band of the mask, up, then over his head. He applies slow motion in removing the mask totally from his face. 

His eyes locks on mine. My knees buckle and my legs steps backward. 

“What?” He whispers seeing the sudden tension. 

I gulp. “No. Nothing.” I shake my head, but anxious of the lie that would be exposed soon. 

“And I can't keep my mask, right?” I want to ask but halt. This has been who I've been longing for, why keep it? 

I slide it off in a second, staring at him and it's his time staggering back, with a frown and a dropped jaw. 

“Kai? What's your…..” 

“Shhhh!” I place my index finger over my lip. “Not a word or complain. I'm the master here. Your master.” I whisper but in a deep tone, walking towards him while he keeps striding back. 

I lunge at him but he's faster than me. 

“What's your problem with me? Am I owing you? Let me be……so I can focus on my life, my business, my problems.” His voice breaks. 

Pity wants to rush in but I quickly chase it out. “You fell first, right?” 

He stammers, but no word comes out. “When you came for me, didn't you know I've got a strict Alpha dad?” 

He searches around, I believe trying to look for an answer but none comes to his mind. 

“Remember the contract,” I point to it. “Whether you like it or not, you are going to fuck me.” 

My eyes darkens. His brows lowers in angry torture. “When I signed up for this, I didn't know it would be you. You’re straight. You hate gays. What are you doing here?” 

I keep chasing him around the room, not saying a word. He's the prize, so his words doesn't matter. 

Summoning my Alpha energy, I jump on him, grabbing him tight. “Come to bed with me.” My voice looms with sarcasm. My lips curls into a slight smile seeing the frustration on his face. 

Money is powerful for real. 

I drag him to the bed, dropping to the edge while he stands, watching over me. 

“Unbutton my shirt.” I whisper my command, catching him frown deeper. 

“There's nothing you can do.” I say in revenge of him rejecting me and changing me out of his office and life. Now it's my turn. 

He steps closer, fingers set on the first button.

“On your knees please,” I ask, attempting to feel the maximum benefit of my money. 

He drops to his knees. While his hands are on my button, my hands trails to his cock, grabbing and smooching it. 

He fucking hates it but still can't evade nature. His lips sway into mumbles. 

I cup his face, forcing his eyes on me.

“I'm sorry for your feelings, I never knew it was you and won't tell anyone.” 

He flips his face out of my grip. “I can never trust a queerbait.” He gnashes his teeth. 

But he gat no choice. 

From my shirt, he proceeds to unbuckle my belt. 

“Promise you will stop chasing me after I give you this?” He whispers. Awe strikes at the sudden chill he speaks with. All I give him is a smile. 

“I wanna test if my cock is gonna rise.” 

He grunts. “How's that my business?” I feel his eyes say. Stepping up from the bed, my trousers drops, he swipes my panties down and I step out of it. 

Two naked men standing before each other, gawking at each other’s cocks. 

Heavy breaths follows. 

Liam remains still, silent.

 “Kneel!” I demand and down he drops, waiting for the next line of action. 

“Do I need to tell you what to do next?” Especially not now that his face is directly over my cock, dangling. My heart is high in anticipation, wishing and praying that once his hand grabs it, it's gonna stand. 

“Oh goddess, please help!” I send out my prayers. 

His right palm cups it and his left over my ass, dominantly. 

I sigh with pleasure as his lips brushes slightly over my balls in a teasing. His tongue sticks out, lashing slightly over my balls, licking off the pre-cum. 

My head flips back with a gritted moan. My eyes shut when open catch him delving up a look, to see my reaction. 

His grips goes tighter. He's taking up his dominant aura regardless of the fact I paid him. 

He laps my cock, brushing in whole with his mouth while his other hand plays with my butt cheeks, he slides his finger into my hole. 

My feet hauls up. “Argh–hh.” 

His lips swallows tighter, the second finger works his way in, the third follows. My asshole stretches so wide, he tucks in, sliding in and out. In front here, he's sucking me hard. 

I pull my palm over my face, covering my face. 

“What the hell, I didn't even notice. You're hard.”

“Urgh?” I lower my gaze to see what he's saying. “I really can't believe this!” I utter to myself before grabbing his head and pressing him hard against me, gagging him. 

“I really want you to fuck me……always…..till I get…ma….married to…Cerise.” I stammer. 

He scoffs. “This is the last time.” His tone carries an air of finality that almost gets me flinching back with terror when as if he knows beforehand, his left hand flips out of my hole into a hard smack. 

“I don't care whether you paid for me or not, so far as I'm Top, I gat the right to smack you…..stay still!” He barks. 

“Goshhh!” 

He drains all energy out of me with forced suction before leaping up and turning me over, pushing me to the bed. The mattress presses low with the drop of my weight. 

“I'm gonna fuck you till you can barely walk back. Just pitying what your dad and Cerise would do to you!” 

“I fell off a bike. I went to an amateur biker’s meet.” 

“You fell off a bike and you're still walking?” He counters but I ignore. 

I bend over on the bed, exposing my ass with my pink, swollen cock dangling beneath me. 

I cry out. “Fuck me please. I need no delay.” Right now my pulse is being transferred to my asshole.