Chapter 4

Lucenzo's POV

The air in the room is supercharged with unrestrained lust as the couples walk in. A woman with three men. Samantha stiffen beside me, emphasizing her presence, not like I could forget it. Samantha is the epitome of near-perfection. Just one look at the file of hers stored away in my office told me so. Ivy League School. Perfect grade. Perfect job, working for daddy. Perfect boyfriends even, but right now, standing here with that God damn dress, she looks so far removed from her perfect world. She looks like she belongs in my world...With me.Crazy.

Samantha is breathing hard now and I look at the platform to see what caused it. One of the men, a shade darker than the rest, unzips his pants and takes his cock out. He reaches down and tugs at the woman's lower lip, opening her mouth for him. Then he runs his fingers through her hair and tilts her head back.

“See this? This is how sluts are treated.” His voice resonates over the club and Samantha's breath hitches

He pushes the tip of his cock into her mouth, holding her open for him with his thumb. This draws a gasp out of Samantha. Then he lets loose, fucking the girl's mouth hard and fast, making her gag but even that doesn't stop him. Tears streak down her cheeks. Beside her is another man on the floor with her, working her pussy with his fingers, making her squirm and her legs shake.

Samantha shifts from side to side like she can't bear to be on her feet. The man fucking the girl's mouth pulls out and pulls her onto his lap, spreads her thighs over his waist, and angles her above him. Then he thrust in. The third man, the one who has been silently observing comes behind her, his cock enclosed in his fist. He leans over her back, spreading her ass wide open with his finger, he lets go of one ass cheek and uses his free hand to guide himself inside her. By this time, the girl is screaming and crying out, being impaled on two hard cocks. They fuck her. Tug at her hair. Clip her nipples with clamps. Toys with her, but through it all my attention is fixed on Samantha, watching the display of emotions on her face. How her lids cast over her eyes. How her lips open up into a silent gasp. How her nipples form two perfect beads that I would give anything to take into my mouth.

Patience Lucenzo. With time. You need to ease her into this world

By the end of the show, Samantha is breathless. Her throat moves up and down as she swallows, her eyes still fixed on the platform.

"Did that turn you on?" I don't need an answer. I already know it did but I wait for an answer nevertheless.

Her cheeks tinge into the perfect shade of pink. "No." A lie.

Tilting my head to the side, I raise an eyebrow at her and run my gaze slowly, so slowly from the tip of her head to her hard nipples, down to her clenched legs. "Really?"

"Yes."

A step closer to her. "So if I raise your dress and run my finger through your pussy, I won't find you drenched. Just one flick of my finger wouldn't make you come right now?" Another step closer.

She looks around frantically as though looking for an escape.

"Let's find out. Shall we?" Taking hold of her arms, I drag her to the left of the room, up the glass-made stairs, and into a swanky lounge. Couches and several comfy chairs line up on the left side of the wall. On the other side, there is a door leading into rooms, most of which are closed, indicating they are currently occupied. I find an empty room, flip on a switch that lights up the whole room, and shut the door behind us.

The room is painted red and black, with a king-size bed at the end of the room, one doesn't need to think hard and long about what this room is meant for.

"Why did you bring me here?" The first words she has spoken since I took her hand. Her eyes are fixed on the bed and I don't think she can look more horrified even if she tries.

I take her chin in my hand, turning her head to me. "Relax, we are not going to be using that?" She sighs, her hunched shoulders relaxing, and because I just want to fuck with her, I add. "At least not today." A laugh comes out of me as her shoulders stiffen again.

"Why did you bring me here?" She echoes her earlier question.

Tugging a loose strand of hair that escaped behind her ear, I cup her cheek and she leans into it. "I want to prove that you are a liar."

"Liar?" Her eyebrows clench together in confusion. God, how did she get into an Ivy League school?

"You said you aren't wet, I want to find out for myself." My hand falls from her face as she takes a step back, then two steps back.

"Get away from me. I mean it." Her purse is in front of her like a shield and I nearly scoff.

I take a step forward. She takes one back. I take another step. She takes two steps back until she realizes she is screwed when her legs hit the wooden frame of the bed. Then I move. I grab her into my arms, her hands caged between us with her purse. "Did you think you could get away?"

No response just a hitched breath.

I raise an arm, the one that isn't around her, and run my finger down her cheek, stopping at her top lip. "Do you know the first thing I noticed about you when I saw your picture?"

No response.

"Your lips," I answer my question. " Your bow-shaped lips. I remember thinking that they would look perfect around my cock." I slide my finger down, pulling on her bottom lip and slipping a finger in. "Suck."

Just one word and Samantha moves her lips over my finger, wetting it with her saliva. Fuck. Maybe she can be obedient. Perhaps I just need to find the right approach.

"Stop." Her lips leave my finger with a wet sound.

I take that finger and slip it beneath her dress. She doesn't stop me so I continue. Her dress pools up to her hip the further my finger goes and then...

"You are not wearing anything underneath?" It's not really a question but I wait for an answer.

"I didn't want the panties line to appear." I close my eyes and suck in a breath at her answer, praying to all that is holy that this girl doesn't end me.

Continuing my exploration, I cup her directly, now that there is no hindrance and I find exactly what I'm looking for. "I thought you said you weren't turned on." I kick her legs further apart, opening her up to me.

"Lucenzo." She moans, clenching around the one digit I have inside of her, the same one that has been in her mouth. "Please." She frees her hand to wrap it around my upper arm, her short-cut nails digging through my dress shirt and into my skin.

"Please what?" I move my finger inside her faster, and my thumb finds its way to her clit, rubbing it hard and God, the way she unravels, moaning and gasping. "What do you want Samantha?" I want to hear her say it.

"Plea...please make me cum." Her eyes meet mine, Green to ocean blue. "Please."

"Your wish is my command," I add another finger, then another. It doesn't take long to turn Samantha into a hot mess.

"Oh my God." Her head falls back, leaving her throat exposed to me, I bite into the flesh there, probably leaving a mark. My fingers move endlessly, bringing her down from her orgasm and back to earth.

I take my fingers covered in her release and run them over her parted lips. "Next time you think of lying, make sure the evidence can't be found on your lips."

She seems to come to her senses with my words, frees herself from my arm, drags her dress down, and leaves the room angrily but not before giving me a glare that could cut through ice. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself." She says snarling, her eyes flashing. The door slams hard behind her.

I lick the rest of her release off my fingers, smiling to myself. Maybe marriage to her won't be so boring.