I was instantly mad. Why would he even think that was a considerate gift? I would never sell myself to some stranger to do with my body as they please. I don’t care how curious I was. Just as I was on the verge of losing my mind, I noticed he left his phone number at the bottom of the registration form. I dialed his number ready to unleash a piece of my mind.
“Hello, Miss Delaney,” he answered the call on the first ring.
“I got your gift, I just have one question for you.” I snapped, ready for a fight.
“Oh yeah? What’s that sweetheart?”
“What kind of woman do you think I am? You paid my fees to enter into that degrading, disgusting event? What kind of game are you playing?”
He chuckled into the phone.
“That disgusting event, is an event that renders a sizable donation for a different charitable cause each month. My members vote on which is most in need of funding and a check is delivered the next morning anonymously. That auction is the only way some of these shelters, hospitals, and free clinics within the city can stay in business.” He said, pausing to allow my response.
“Oh,” was all I said, I just bashed his club, and his intentions in a matter of seconds.
Way to go, Delaney.
“I’m sorry for assuming–” I started to apologize but I was quickly interrupted.
“I don’t do apologies. Therefore, I don’t accept them either. Instead, I’d like you to do me a favor.” His commanding tone seduced me and piqued my curiosity.
“Okay,” I said more as a question.
“I want you to do two things. One, I want you to consider coming to the auction. And two, I want you to use that rose, and when you are breathing heavily, and your body starts to tingle, and you start to get that sensation, I want you to scream my name as you cum.” He finished stating his demand then quickly disconnected the call.
My face heated and I was thankful he left no time for a reply.
Why did he want me to participate in that auction so badly? And why did the thought make my core pulse and my body feel like it was on fire?
Could I really be considering this right now!?
I picked up the rose…it wouldn’t hurt to lose a little control.
I’m watching you…
Dallas
Idisconnected the call with Delaney. Jacob chuckled the whole damn time like a teenage boy.
“What was the point of the meetup today if you didn’t tell her it was you?” He questioned after gaining his composure. I gave him a pointed look.
Jacob stood up and took his position at the door. I don’t know what it is about this kid, but he is the only one I allow to slack off or make comments. Never in front of the other staff or members of course.
Seeing Delaney today was more for clarity than anything. I wanted to see how she responded to me without the mask on. Anyone can get excited and want to be fucked by a masked man, in the right setting, but how she responded tomewas important. I didn’t know what it was about this woman but she had my mind fogged and the way my cock twitched everytime she was near me was magnetic. There was only one other person I’ve ever had these feelings for, and she’s been gone a long time.
Before I had time to be pulled into my past there was a light knock on my door.
“Enter,” I said sternly.
The door opened and a sweet voice boomed through my office.
“Dallas Kingston, why in the hell was your card used to pay a member’s fee and entry fee for a…Delaney Bennett?” she said, with her hand on her hip.
Miss Lynn is my bookkeeper. Nothing gets by her, any bills are paid by her and all the funds collected for the club are overseen by her, I have seen her catch the smallest of issues and resolve them quickly.
She is usually quiet and to herself, observant of everything around her. I only ever hear from her when there is an issue – apparently also when she disagrees with a payment I’ve made.
I suppressed a grin, turning to see her face flushed red and her hair slightly out of place.
