Billionaire's Proposal: His Heiress

Chapter 5

“Take her!” Pedro orders the men before lighting his cigar butt to smoke it. Arm in arm they take Cherry along.

“It's not over, Pedro!” she yells at him as they exit the room.

“Keep your composure or you have me to fight with. You don't wanna try!” one of the bouncers warns her and she pouts.

“What are you, God?”

“Yes, my god!” he lashes out with a frown. They climb the stares and from there, the music fades slowly as they approach the door. They slowly open the door and throw her in, after the door is slammed, she hears the them locking the room outside. She bangs on the door as if her life depends on it but they laugh hysterically and they go.

“Who would ever believe that you are... this frail? No one!”

She hears a deep baritone speak from behind as she halts her and turns slowly to see the mystery of a man. She realizes that it is the same man that had been staring at her from the behind the small crowd, the man that was leaning on the pillar. Even if the room us fairly bright with red lights, she doesn't fail to recognize him. His words are deliberate and precise, he had been learning about her since the time she had been on the stage. Making the hearts of men stop and their jaws drop.

“Make yourself comfortable as soon as possible, I'm very very impatient and no longer at ease, but you can ease it off. I'm in a bad state and you, Miss, you can handle it! I bet you!” he says as he takes a seat on the metal chair that directory before a pole and beside is the large soft bed, a table that has a bottle of wine and glasses. She stops scrutinuzing the room and tries to brace up, for whatsoever ever reason, he likes his authority—almost like she has known him for long.

“You are vile, you paid a huge sum of money to watch me dance naked while you can help the—”

“—needy?” he chuckles. “Yes, you're in need and I'm helping someone in need. Take off your robe!” he orders her, he isn't as friendly as he had begun, he is just a frustrated young man with no heart, she thought.

There isn't a point in dragging words, in the end, she would not be freed if she doesn't succumb. She lets get robe come down to the carpeted floor, his eyes are fixed on her, a fair smirk settles on his lips and she repeats the motions of her dance using the pole, the music from the background was not a fail too.

He beckons at her with his index, she sexily walks to meet him, once she is in front of him, his hands engulf her waist.

When he shifts netty thong, he kisses her labia and she almost collapses. There is a certain way that he did it that makes her whole body respond to his touch. How could a stranger be this good, she questions in her head?

He kisses them again and her hands instinctively guides his head. He pulls away lightly.

“I'm glad that you are not defiant, I promise you that I'm really going to help your needs, tonight!”

He says to her, his words are soft and precise, it didn't take over a minute for her body to agree with this mam, she's never had a man touch her so cautiously. He spreads her straight legs causing her to drop on his manly thighs—his hardon. She winces the moment she lands on the shoot, she screams in her head that this man had hexed on her. Now their eyes met, he's staring at woman in red mask, she doesn't need to know or see her, she was the right vice for his satisfaction. It's business, no personal relationships, he says to himself. Although they are staring at each other, but his hands are on her bare butt cheeks, he is squeezing and massaging them tenderly while her hands are wrapped around his nape.

“His hair feels so good!” she said to herself. There was not a need complimenting the stranger, after they were going to separate after tonight. Her fingers work on them while his mouth catches her hard n*****s, his sucking and flickering his tongue on both. Soon, she is writhing, unable to keep stable, he trails kisses from her chest to her stomach and to her waistline, he is driving her nuts, making her really forget that she has danced naked before men, it was something she's never done. And somehow, he made her actions feel right, he justified them with the things he is doing to her.

“You are celestial, masked lady!”

He says under his breath as his fingers dip into her slippery hole, he smiles at the fact that she was super ready for him. How gracious, he thought.

“Just do it, f**k me!!!” she couldn't retain her words to her head, he slid his bulging boner inside her and the motion progressed. Thumping on him, squiming and throwing her head back as she rides the man, he guides through every process, they needed to get off something that got them frustrated. The moaning, groaning and grunting ends when they peaked, she collapsed on him and he embraces her like a child who needs a father’s protection and warmth.

When they are dress to finally depart, she didn't want to leave him neither did he want to leave her, he still wanted her to himself. She wraps the robe around her as she turns to leave, he grabs her arm and spins her to meet his gaze, he kisses her red painted lips.

He has not kissed her before all through the pleasure, and now he has done it, she felt ecstatic. She didn't know how to react, but this mysterious fellow has got a huge impact on her; was she now in love?

He pulls away from her and hands her a check, she hesitantly received it and glanced through, and folded it neatly without reading through.

“I've been paid for it!” she says

“I don't let my women down!”

She secretly flushes behind the mask.

“Are you not concerned that I'm just another... SLUT?”