Bonus #3: Owned

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Adrian’s hands waste no time lowering to my ass to part my flesh apart.

"You are not permitted to touch-"

“‘Touch the stripper’? I know, but can't you take it as me making your work easier? I am doing you a favour.”

“I highly doubt a yeast infection counts as a favour. Either lower your pants because your boxers are certainly cleaner to press against, or let me do my dance in peace.”

His hot breath coats my ear as he chuckles. His hands leave my ass to fiddle with his belt and lower his zip, but mother of Christ, why are his knuckles grazing against my centre while he does this?

I am certain I have lifted my hips enough for there to be no contact between us.

The feel of his fingers hooking upward tells me that his actions are on purpose. But before I can protest, his fingers leave my centre, and instead, his hips thrust upwards on my bare and sensitive clit.

“Ah…wai-”

The music makes no sense; its sensual undertones feel mocking as his hands return to the flesh of my ass to cup the mass and part me apart so that his erection slides between my lips with ease.

My knees feel weak, and my centre giddy…I cannot describe the feeling for it has been too long since I have felt this way.

My teeth bite at my lower lip to keep my moans from escaping, but I cannot help the roll of my eyes to the back of my head at his sublime movements.

I know lap dances are provocative, but this has to be sex because each time he rocks into me, my toes curl a little tighter.

“There we go…you are getting it.”

His condescending tone should be off-putting, especially as he is referring to my hips matching his pace because I want more friction, but all it does is encourage me to push the stiff buds on my chest into his mouth.

He sucks them as if he were starving and they were his only source of food.

His blue gaze lifts to mine as he nibbles at one bud, enticing random jolts of ecstasy from me.

He says nothing, despite my expecting him to mock me; it could be my imagination, but he looks almost desperate.

This feels like my win!

My hands sink into the mass of his hair while his hands squeezed the flesh of my ass tighter before-

“Wait!”

My plea barely comes out before he spins us so that I am on the chair now, and he is on top of me.

How did he do that so fast? How strong does one need to be-

"Wait!"

I stop him when he settles between my legs with his hands on his stained boxers— I can't tell who is to blame for said stain.

"What are you- what are you doing?"

"What do you want me to do?"

He asks, and I freeze. Is there a way I can give my answer in a way that will not make it sound as if I want him to have his way with me?

"The deal is still on, yes? I am to make you cum?"

I ask.

"Yes."

"Okay then."

I spread my legs wider to wrap against his waist and use my hands to pull him by his collar on top of me.

"Then rub me hard enough for all this to end."

A scoff leaves his lips at my words before he rocks into me, still through his boxers. While this is clearly not a dance, it has yet to be full-blown sex.

His lips meet mine suddenly before I can react, and he pulls away just as fast with the same confusion I hold.  

Who kisses a stripper or a woman they believe to be a prostitute?

Again, his gaze drops to my lips before he lowers slowly to capture them again, this time softly as his hips thrust into me, humping me without the satisfaction of our bareness, and I let him.

His kiss tastes of smooth liquor, and I cannot for the life of me place the sense of weightlessness surrounding me.

He smells clean and like expensive cologne that is easy on the nose. Christ, I am so close.

My hips rock upwards to him, encouraging him to move faster because in just a little…

A moan escapes my lips when I forcefully break the kiss to sink my teeth into his shoulder, but the force of the door opening suddenly jolts us both.

"Ruby!"

Dominic, the club owner, calls from the door.

He is panting, and his clothes look rugged as if he rushed to stop our entanglement.

There is another dancer beside him, who looks equally as distraught despite her beauty.

“I am sorry, customer, that dancer was not supposed to be an auction item. I am willing to exchange with this dancer who is far trained and better equipped to handle your…needs.”

Dominic drawls as he looks at me.

I am used to showing parts of my body, yet still, my body trembles.

Why is he doing this…and before Adrian? Why couldn’t he wait until I leave? It’s not like our relationship is salvable.

Adrian stands slowly from me; the irritation on his face feels palpable. He buckles his pants, all while blocking the outside world from seeing more of me.

I almost rejoice when his coat falls in my lap, and waste no time wrapping it around my shoulders. It smells nice, so when the scent ends, I can sell it at a second-hand store—I bet he has thousands of these if he can afford to offer them to strippers.

“Come here, Ruby.”

Dominic utters, and like a trained puppy, I move towards him only Adrian’s hand stills me.

“I bought her for the night.”

“Like I explained, Mr Knox. She was not supposed to-”

“I bought her.”

“And we are more than willing to exchange.”

Adrian’s laugh follows.

“I bought her. Are my words really that difficult to understand?”

He responds slowly to Dominic as if he were hard of hearing.

“I-”

A sneer forms on Dominic’s face as his hesitation grows.

“Allow me to schedule a refund at the front desk.”

Adrain’s gaze falls on me, so I try to school my confused expression, but I can't help it. The money-obsessed Dominic is issuing a refund for me?

“How…unfortunate we could not come to terms Mr Lewis.”

**

“Did you like it?”

Dominic asks as soon as we are alone in the dancer’s dressing room. Adrian, to my surprise, took his money and left.

I don’t know what I expected; perhaps because of our session, I grew deluded into thinking I was more than a ‘whore’ to him.

“Did I like what?”

“Another man’s hands on you? Did you like it!”

“You don’t get to be mad. I asked you for time to pay back what my mother took from you. Had you at least let me finish university, I’d be halfway done by now, and instead, you had me sell my body for petty cash; you don’t get to act as if I am cheating on you. We were over the moment you forced me to sign.”

Dominic’s hand lands fast and hard across my cheek, forcing my gaze away from him.

It hurts, but I am used to this.

I wasn’t at first, but this is how he treats his ‘dancers’, so I am used to it—it’s better than him waving his gun around while coked up.

Christ, but he made the prettiest red flag, one who made you believe that you could fix him, and now we both remain broken shadows of what we once were.

“If sex is on the table, then I will find you proper customers.”

He yells.

“It isn’t on the table.”

“It has just been put on the table.”

“What? No! I won’t-”

“There is no ‘no’. There should never be a ‘no’ coming from your mouth. I own you!”

“I will get you the money, my savings so far from the dances-”

“Are what will be used to issue the refund to Mr Knox; did you really expect me to go on a loss for protecting you?”

Protecting me? Is he high?