บททั้งหมดของ One Night With The Kingpin CEO: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

[Charlotte] The Masumoto Riggs family owns the entire building and rents out their rooms at a fair rate to travelers and locals alike. "Free Breakfast every morning," he includes as he takes us down the hall to my new room. "McAllister told me to help you find a suitable place. I can think of no place with better security than here." Kenji then informs me that every member of his family, including Stephanie, has several years of martial arts experience and that all of his sisters also have additional education in surveillance, robotics, and other beneficial trades. "Any bugs McAllister put on us died about a block back," he informed me. "We like to keep private matters private." I pulled out my phone. It was also dead. Frowning I hold it up to him. He laughs and pulls out a new one. "This one is a family phone. McAllister's bugs won't work, and my sister Allison designed the case. It protects the phone from EMPs." His family has electrical magnetic pulse devices set up in var

[Charlotte]McAllister is waiting for me at a small table in a back room of sorts.It is blocked from view with three walls, with the fourth wall facing a stage, more like an oversized private stall. There are other similar stalls lining the room. I take a seat next to him. Kenji stands behind me, watching our backs. I wait for McAllister to talk. I want to hear what his explanation is for bringing me to a place like this. A place where someone like me isn't an equal, but entertainment. "I understand your confusion, Ms. Monroe, as to why we are meeting here" he grins widely at my discomfort as I watch scantly clad women deliver drinks to sleazy-looking men with too few inhibitions. They fondle the girls, giving them tips for their trouble and I find my stomach lurching when I discover that many of them are only wearing garter belts and no panties, their mounds on full display every time they bend over. I see one man slide his hand between a pert brunette's legs. She doesn't say any

"Your mistress?" I raise my eyebrow, confused. "But you just said." "That I don't want to fuck you," he smirks. "You have such a limited scope, my dear, of what sex can be between two people, even without me penetrating you. I'm not a brute like McKaine. I can find my pleasure without forcing myself inside of you and filling you with filth." He makes my relationship with Micah sound so dirty and common. But what I have with him is anything but common. When we make love, it is with everything. It isn't just our bodies that come together, but our souls. But I have no interest in explaining my love life to McAllister. "McKaine used to be quite interested in this lifestyle as well," he smirks as he reveals this little secret.It feels wrong to be listening, but part of me is also intrigued. What hasn't Micah told me? What doesn't he want me to know? "I first encountered him not in the boardroom, but in the dungeon. I know how much he likes to dominate. I've seen him in action. He pref

[Charlotte]The room is quiet when I step on stage, each step clicking loudly as my heels connect with the wood. Turning towards the audience, I see McAllister and all the other eyes in the room on me, the lights just bright enough to add a blinding haze so that their faces appear more like silhouettes than people. Good. It'll be easier that way."What do you want," I shout out into the crowd but I'm speaking to McAllister. "I thought you wanted to see me dance."An announcer's voice speaks, "Tonight we are in for a special treat. It's not every day we get a Bay Area performer to perform our lap dance of the evening."A lap dance. Seriously?"Welcome to the stage, all the way from San Francisco, Scarlett Bellarina!"The song "Little Red Corvette," starts to play. At least I like the song. Closing my eyes, I pretend I'm home alone with Micah. If that man tied to the chair was Micah, what would I do, how would I approach him? I can't see who the man is. He is wearing one of those fak

[Charlotte]The next week went by in a blur. In the mornings, Micah would wake me up with his sweet attentions, leaving secret little marks all over my body that could be hidden creatively underneath clothing. He seems to have an even greater carnal hunger for me now that he knows I am pregnant."I hate that you have to spend your mornings locked in a room with that bastard," he grumbles as he nibbles a trail along my spine, slowly making his way down to his favorite breakfast spot, the fuzzy peach between my legs.Giving my round bottom a bite hard enough to leave a mark, he spreads my legs and licks me clean from front to back, loving the little sounds I make as his nose buries itself between my cheeks. There isn't a single part of me that he doesn't find delicious, and nothing turns him on more than knowing there are parts of me that McAllister will never see.In the afternoons, Kenji takes me around town and the surrounding areas, showing me the best that life in the Pacific Northw