Jerald's POV
"Not today." I cursed, gazing at the stripper in front of me.
My hands curled around the bottle of Chablis, which was placed into a bucket of ice, forgotten for now.
"What do you mean by not today?" Max inquired from the other end of the phone while waiting for an answer, when all I could do was drag in air.
This was beginning to be frustrating, and I needed a release; that was why I was here. A fucking release and not to work. I required her out of my system, and if this was going to help, I was going to grab it. I needed to.
"I need to think this through, Max," I answered. "I need time to myself, and I need to do so without you in here."
"Fine, where are you? Are you home? I can come over, and we can look this through, you know, we have to make sure it is fine and..."
"I'm at the club," I replied, and the silence that followed told me what he was thinking of.
He was possibly having a hard time imagining the club and me together because I did not enjoy noisy places.
"Oh, Wales? Did he fuck up again? Don't you think it is about time you told him off? He can't keep messing up, and you can't keep cleaning his mess; he is an adult now. He should be able to do better; he owes not just you but your family that. Knowing that he has a reputation to uphold should be important, and..."
"It's not Wales, Max." I interrupted him.
"Then who?" He seemed lost. "Is that where the client chose? Where are you both supposed to meet? But why didn't you let me know so it would be easier for you? I know you don't like noisy places, and I would have preferred it if you weren't there. Do you need me there?"
"No." The stripper had her legs wide open with a grape on her stomach, which she let run down her body, and all I could think about was putting Claire in the same outfit with her moaning my name like she did the last time I fucked her, and she enjoyed it.
" I will be fine, and I have to go." I tapped on the phone, letting it thrill before I let it sit on the couch when I stood to my full height, peering at the stripper, my tongue ran on my lips.
She slammed her waist against the pole before arching over while making sure we never lost eye contact.
"Turn," I ordered. "And take a good look at me."
She did as she was told, even dropping to her knees as she let her fingers run on my belt." You are to call me your owner, and I will call you Claire." I let my palm grasp her chin, forcing her to take a look at me when she nodded.
Call me sick, but I needed to let this out. It had taken quite some time, but now I knew that there was no way I could let Claire out of my system, so I needed to fuck her so she would fit.
Love wasn't out of the question, but sex, sex with her, was different, exciting, and kept me hungry for more, and I wanted to fuck her until her pussy knew just me and no one else. Not even Wales. She was going to know me as the only one she was to fuck. Her boss and owner.
I dragged in breath when my belt let go, and my cock stood erect; all six inches came to a stand when she dragged in air at the sight.
"Don't tell me something as small as this is freaking you out," I questioned the stripper, who shook her head.
"Good," I answered before slamming my cock into her mouth.
She ran her tongue on my cock, taking in all the length, and it had me wondering if Claire would be able to do this as well. How perfect it would be in her mouth, and how loud she was going to scream.
She screamed when my hands fisted around her hair while I slammed into her mouth, fucking that mouth of hers while thinking about Claire in that position.
My hands tightened as I rammed my cock in. Hard enough to have her winded when I felt my come building up, and I quickened. I slammed harder, fucking while running my hands on her face. Her boobs clapped, now out of her tiny gown, as she knelt stark naked before me, and I could see her cunt dripping, telling me it was ready for me, ready to be fucked and drained.
My come shot into her throat, and she gulped it down with a smile on her face. My eyes widened when she stood up before slipping both fingers in between her legs while she shoved me on the couch.
I watched with a glint in my eye, every single thing happening. I wasn't a fool to let her have my cock. Not when she wasn't my Claire.
She slipped her finger in and out of her cunt, moaning, writhing while screaming, while I watched, imagining it was Claire doing that while her pussy juice ran out of her cunt.
She stood up when I approached, bending over the couch while I spanked her ass.
" Who am I to you?" I demanded when she pleaded.
" Fuck me."
" Who am I to you?" I demanded again when she shoved against my dick, wanting me to fuck her, but I wouldn't be doing that; I couldn't betray the woman who owned me.
"You are my owner, and I am your Claire," she finally answered.
"My Claire?" I answered, loving the sound of that. She was my Claire, and she was going to be mine to do whatever I wanted with.
To be tied up, fucked, bent, and made to suck on my cock as much as I wanted. She was never going to be anything else. She would only be mine and no one else.
