Faking Arousal

RIVER’S POV

VELLUTO CLUB

Night

I...i changed my mind, fear clawing at my lungs “I would sign the contract on one condition, Mr. Storm.” I placed the pen back on the table between us, leaning back into my seat—just like he had, in his seat that barely contained his huge frame. His eyes squinted a bit as the night wind tossed his hair slightly.

We were somewhere inside Velluto Club, a VIP space he had secured on the rooftop after we left the hospital. This man moves fast; he seems to amuse me on every encounter. How did he get the contract papers printed out within such a period of time?

“I would like it if you read through the contract first, Ms. Cortez.”

“Even if I read through, nothing beats the main point, Mr. Storm”—that I would have his baby. “…I… I want… you to prove to me that what you said there was true…” Why was it so hard keeping it straight? Like a stone was stuck in my throat just to have him prove that he doesn’t get hard by other women but me—maybe a doctor’s report of his rare case would do.

He raised a questioning brow like he didn’t understand what I had just asked. “Erectile dysfunction…” Those two words had been running in my head like they were a part of my life, ever since I met him.

“Thought you were a lady who likes a bit of decency. You keep proving me wrong, Ms. Cortez…” He leaned onto the table. “I only get hard when I get close to you—just like that night, in this club. You can come touch me again, Ms. Cortez, and see if it works.” I almost choked on my spit, knowing why he thinks I lack decency.

“Everything that happened that night was because I was drunk.” Maybe?

He held the glass of wine to his lips, his eyes still glued to me over the glass rim. “You want me to prove it through other women, Ms. Cortez?”

“If that’s possible or you could provide evidence to back that claim up. If you are wrong Mr. Storm, we don’t have to go through signing this contract process again, and you would let—”

“Looking for a way to back out… and if I don’t get hard to the touch of another woman, would that clear your doubt?” He tilted his head a bit, the corner of his lips pulling up slightly.

“Yes…” I let out confidently, and I watched him grab his phone.

“Send a woman up here.”

His eyes stayed fixed on his wristwatch, watching as if counting the seconds. I cut my gaze away from him when my dirty mind began drifting elsewhere… The rooftop door opened, and a lady in a black dress, tight against her curves, walked in.

Her boobs pushed against the dress like it would split in two if she didn’t let them out. A black whip in her hand. I gulped as he catcalled her, and once again he leaned back into his seat, his eyes on me.

“I want you to keep your eyes here the whole time, River.”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Your task is to get me hard,” he said in a stage whisper into the blonde’s ear.

My throat ached. “This won’t be necessary, Mr. Storm.” My voice came out thin as the lady climbed onto the table between us, letting the strap of her gown fall off. Her boobs fell free as she pulled the gown down, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes moved between me and the blonde, his expression unreadable.

She let out a moan, her hand molding her breast and tweaking her nipples, while the other stayed between her thighs. She threw her head back in what looked like bliss, her lips slightly parted and eyes closed.

Why does this affect me?

Was it the heat from his gaze, or was I attracted to an opposite gender? I had subconsciously clenched my thighs together, praying all this shit would stop and I wouldn’t humiliate myself. This was his way of testing himself—not me.

“Touch me.” His voice cut through the air that reeked of lust.

The blonde climbed off the table, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked around his chair seductively, before coming to stand in front of him—her naked bum facing me as his hand went around her waist, pulling her close. But his touch seemed to lack that possessiveness he had used to hold me still on our first night.

She crouched to his sitting height as her fingers popped some buttons of his shirt open, her fingers trailing down those abs—and I saw ‘me’ doing that. I saw myself in front of him, my hands ready to unbuckle his belt like the blonde, undoing his zipper and pushing his pants down.

The table was suddenly pushed away from blocking my view—His long legs had done that.

“Breathe, River.”

That felt too hot now, him calling my name like that, and it made me hotter.

He spread his legs wider as she knelt before him, taking his flaccid dick in her hand as she began to rub it with her palm. A sarcastic smile played on his lips as he stared at me.

“Remember how it came alive in your hands, River.”

My hands were trembling so hard I had to ball them into fists, my nails pressing into my palms. Stop… please!

Not even when she took him in her mouth did he get hard—or between her boobs. Only when he felt the torture he had placed all of us in was enough did he let her stop.

“Leave.”

She stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbling from kneeling, grabbed her dress from the floor, and escaped for dear life.

“That wouldn’t be enough proof…” I looked away from him hastily, embarrassment filling me up to the skull. The scraping sound of his seat on the floor made my gaze snap back to him, just in time to see him walking closer.

The space suddenly felt too open and too constricted at the same time. My breath tightened as I felt his breath against the skin of my neck, his cologne now dangerously close.

“Why would I lie, Ms. Cortez?”

I thought wearing my glasses made me look stupid—it wasn’t. It was just a normal trait that I’d gotten from nowhere… maybe my runaway mom. Why had I asked him to prove anything when I was going to sign it anyway?

He tilted my chin to meet his gaze. “I… I just needed to be sure.” I said.

What he did next sucked the last surviving oxygen out of me.

He caught my hand, guiding it down the front of his pants, moving it up and down. I could feel the instant heat against my palm, and just like that night, he grew rigid in my caress. His jaw hardened as he continued to rub my hand against him.

“I don’t fake arousals, River.”

“Do you understand, darling?” He moved my palm faster against him, his exhale sharp, and it felt like I was being hypnotized.

“Yes…”

He pulled away. “Now sign the papers.”