50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 2

The club was electric tonight. It was a loud mix of sex, booze, and money. It's places like this where you come to forget everything you know or want except to live for the moment.

I slid down the pole seductively; the music drowned grinning as I heard a roar of whistles and cheers that eventually out. As I came back up I gave the crowd a nice view of my perfectly round bottom, barely covered by my racy black panties.

I turned around and slid my hand down my chest in a slow, lingering touch while I bit my lip provocatively. I twirled my hands in my ruby red locks giving an eyeful to the salivating men right at my feet. Kitty! I heard many of them scream, trying to catch my attention.

I loved it when they stared. Looking is free after all. But to touch, mmm, that comes with a price.

I got down on my hands and knees, a crowd favorite, and crawled around the stage, thrusting my ass in the air like a feline. There was a particularly handsome stranger in the front, his eyes glued to me with a strong drink in his hand. I crawled impossibly close to him and dipped my tongue in his glass, proceeding to kiss him just once. A kiss I'm sure he'll never forget.

People went wild, trying to get a taste of Miss Kitty. I got back up and finished my sexy number, making sure I ended the dance with a nice, clear view of my soaked panties. The vibe and action of this place made me wet and horny. I needed to find my...

"Looking for me?" that familiar, sultry voice said as I stepped offstage in my super high heels.

I paused in the dark stairway and watched with excitement as my lover and master stepped out of the shadows, a hungry look plastered on his beautiful face.

I could never get enough of my Dom. Every time I laid eyes on him felt like the first time. It's hard to describe how I feel when he's around me. Excitement, need, lust, thirst...

"Mmmm," I moaned as he pressed his cold lips to the nape of my neck, kissing gently and inhaling my scent. "I take it you enjoyed the show," I whispered, looking into his big, gorgeous eyes and kissing him passionately.

"There are very few things I enjoy more than watching you dance, kitten," he said, biting gently on my lower lip.

"Oh yeah, like what baby?" I purred, pushing my body against him. God, I needed him so badly it physically hurt.

He smiled that sinister smile, the one that completely exposed his mouth full of gold and diamond. His heavily tattooed hands moved up my body, over my breasts, and to my neck where they wrapped around. I knew what it meant when he did this. He wanted to punish me...but why?

I knew better to question him when he was in this mood. I could only anticipate what would be coming to me...a deep fucking that wouldn't end until he believed I learned my lesson.

"Come along Kitten, I have some business to take care of," he whispered in my ear before releasing his hands on my neck and engulfing my small hand in his.

His stride was long and powerful. I struggled to keep up in my heels but he wouldn't slow down. He waved off people who tried to get his attention and threw back the heavy velvet curtains of the VIP section, reserved for the elite and famous.

"OUT!" he barked at some cigar-smoking mafia men being entertained by some very expensive escorts.

They stood up immediately, ready to argue with Vladimir, but they saw the look on his face and reluctantly took off, cursing in Slavic tongues. You see, what Vladimir wants he gets. He owns this city and more. His power and influence are undeniable and enough to make even royalty cower to him. He's deadly, and he's mine...

"You know there are a million other places we could have gone to for privacy," I whispered, again pushing my body onto his, and kissing his delicious lips. But I noticed he was rigid and distracted.

"Make yourself comfortable kitten, I need to make a quick phone call."

I sat on the plush velvet lounge chair and he splayed himself out on the one across from me, immediately removing one of his many cell phones from his jacket.

"Bring him in," he said barely audibly. Within seconds two beefy security guards roughly carried a man in. They tied him tightly to a chair and didn't leave until he was securely bound. I realized it was the same guy I had kissed during my dance and felt my stomach knot up. Oh shit...

Thanks, boys, Vladimir said to the security, throwing a few hundred-dollar bills at them. When they departed, Vlad drew the curtain shut and turned towards the man, flashing him a sadistic grin. I knew much too well what that grin meant.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck it is you want from me but I don't want no trouble. Do you know who I am? Pietrov Lossini, Italian billionaire. Not some punk you can intimidate," the man spit out.

"Shhhh. Don't get too excited baby, we're just getting started here." Vlad then let out a hysterical laugh. I cracked a timid smile, knowing where this was eventually headed.

"Now listen uh..Mr. Lossini. I'm having a bit of trouble understanding why you thought it was okay to put your hands on my woman."

The man immediately opened his mouth to defend himself but Vladimir put his finger to his lips and got real close to him, pulling out a fully loaded gun.

"I don't wanna listen to a novel. Just summarize to me exactly why I shouldn't blow your brains out right here, right now?" Vladimir whispered, tauntingly close to the man's face.

Pietrov grit his teeth and exhaled through his nostrils. "I didn't fucking touch your girl" he spit out.