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“My God,” he whispered as I sucked harder and harder each time he lifted himself up. “You’re going to suck me dry, baby.” I smiled even though my lips were stretched tight around his girth.

I looked up at him and watched him as he stared at me. I saw him take in my softly bouncing breasts, my mouth stretched around him, the tears and saliva on my face from him pushing me to take him further. “You’re beautiful. You’re fucking beautiful.”

Then he got serious. He started moving my head faster and faster, my sucking became sloppy, wet, but he seemed to love it. He was making constant groans and grunts of pleasure. I could feel him growing larger in my mouth. I knew he was close. I reached for his balls and played with them gently, balancing them in my hands, while he moaned out his appreciation.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned.

I popped off, licking my lips and staring at him. “Do you want me to swallow it, to drink you down, or do you want to paint a picture here?” I took the tip of my fingernail and traced over the tops of my breasts.

He closed his eyes. “Oh my God, I’m not anywhere close todone with you, baby. There’s so much more I want to do.” He opened those pretty hazel eyes, half-lidded with lust. “Swallow me down. Drink my cum like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”

I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock while he talked, humming my pleasure at what he was saying, then I took him even deeper than I’d done yet that night. I sucked as hard as I could on the way up, and that’s all it took. He went still before exploding in my mouth. I swallowed it, having to hurry to swallow more and more because there was so much of it. He was quiet through it all, and I finally looked up at him to see him watching me with awe as I took it all, swallowed it all.

Finally, the last wave of cum hit the back of my throat, and I felt one of his large hands wrap gently around my neck. Surprised, I looked up at him. “Show me.”

I opened my mouth like I was told, so he could see the last of it. He tightened his grip on my neck, just a little. “I want to feel it when you swallow.”

I swallowed the last of him down, the feel of his hand squeezing my neck gently making me wet again for some reason. I’d never been into choke play before, but I suddenly saw the appeal with Jack.

It was over, and I watched him. What would he do? Would he stand up, zip up, and walk out, finished with me? Would he ask for another woman next?

Or would he prove that he was interested in me?

He helped me up as he stood and pulled me in for a hug. “That was… the best,” he breathed in my ear. “Come home with me.”

I stood there, with my bare breasts pressed to his strong, broad chest, and realized I had seen little of his body, while he’d seen practically all of mine. I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t, because I knew the answer had to be no. He had to know that, too.

I forced myself to be coy, even though I wanted to be real. “Help me get dressed?” I turned and looked at him overmy shoulder.

He obliged, pulling the zipper slowly up my back as his hands radiated out, touching me everywhere. “I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered.

I pulled away and walked to the sink in the corner where I quickly cleaned my face of the telltale signs I’d gone down on him—the mascara, the spit, the lipstick smears. When I turned back around, he watched me a little sadly.

“You’re not going to leave with me, are you?”

I wanted to scream yes, run and jump in his arms. But I knew that would be stupid. Given his past, he would probably toss me to the side in a day or so, and where would that leave me? Probably with some middle-aged, divorced man who’d win me in the auction and then mindlessly fuck me, badly, every day or so for three months. I had to fight to keep from shuddering at the thought.

There’d be no passion, no real desire. Nothing like what I could see happening between Jack and me.

So, I shook my head. “No, Jack. But you can come back and see me every night if you become a member here.” I walked toward him, his eyes glued to me the whole way. “Did you know,” I asked, “that I’m going to be auctioned off in less than two weeks? Whoever bids highest for me gets full, unrestricted access to me for three months.”

“I’m aware.” There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t quite sadness—maybe it was determination? I wasn’t sure. He suddenly pulled me to him roughly. “I’m very aware, beautiful. And I’m just telling you now—there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else touch you from now on. You’re mine, Daisy. You’re fucking mine.”

With that he planted a rough kiss on my lips, stroked my hair down as if fixing it, and put his arm through mine. “Can I escort you through the club? I believe I have some paperwork to fill out with Nico Salazar.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Daisy

I was backstage waiting, a little nervous. Carmen had looked at me a little funny when she’d first seen my costume. But I thought it was perfect.

I was wearing black hose with little crystals scattered throughout them. I had on four inch black stilettos. And I was wearing a sequined unitard made to look like a tuxedo. It pushed my boobs up and made them look even bigger than they were. There was a cut out between my sequined bowtie collar and the top of the bustier-style unitard so that my cleavage was very visible. In fact, it was the focal point. The unitard was Brazilian cut, too, so it purposely let a decent amount of my ass show. I didn’t want to be naked or topless, but I figured this would give these guys what they wanted anyway.

I had my hair tucked up under a sequined black top hat, and I had a shiny black cane. I mainly needed it so that I could make sure I didn’t fall when I went down the stairs into the audience. I’d also worked it into the routine a bit.

My heart pounded with nerves and excitement as I waited for Carmen to introduce me.

I was going on after Abbi finished her set for the night. Abbi’s routines were always graceful and sexy, but tasteful. She was the type of stripper that people would call a dancer. With good cause. She’d taken years of ballet and moved with elegance.