Not wanting me.

Chapter Six

Kingston’s POV

After deciding to give Luisa some space, I couldn’t find anything to keep me busy for a long time. Something that did not relate to work.  Jimmy was also tired of my sore mood and decided that I needed something to burn off my stress.   I agreed that I was stressed but I did not think there was anything that could burn off my stress at that moment.  Maybe a night with Luisa would do that.  The thought of her made me groan.  What is it with her?  Girls literally fall at my feet begging me to fuck their brains off but ever since I saw her in my mansion, she was all I could think of.

And it wasn’t adding anything to my net worth.

Maybe, I needed to get drunk.

Clubbing had never been my thing.  I only do it when I am stressed or when I don’t want to think of some of the pending projects or my mother’s nagging to let go of the past and try out other women.

Women are scum.  We could have nothing more than satisfying each other's pleasure.

The club was packed but I was sitting in the V.I.P section.  It was up and we could easily see the door or the dancefloor.  I thought the owner might have built it that way to make the V.I.P’s have easy access to the dancing strippers.  

A good way to make money.

I was on my third bottle when I saw her.  She was walking beside some girl.   The dress she wore was provocating, and I could feel my dick already feeling excited.   

Calm down, guy.  She doesn’t even want us.

My dick decided to ignore me and I grabbed another shot.  It burned my throat but I was glad.   My eyes were on her movement.  She was grinding her ass against a guy's dick and for some reason, it annoys me.   

I imagined making the guy suffer.

Mehn! I wasn’t this violent.  I took another shot of my drink.

Then I saw her smiling at the guy.   I stood up and went to the dance floor.  The ladies kept on pushing themselves in front of me but I ignored them, focusing on the woman in front of me. She turned, then saw me and stopped.   

 I was glaring at how close the guy seemed to be to her. I could bet that his dick was touching her.   He whispered something in her ears and she nodded.    I hated that she was conversing with him.  I hated that he had a bit of her attention.

“You,” I pointed at the guy. “Leave, she is mine.”

The guy’s eyes widened, and then he smirked, “I saw her first.  Wait for your turn guy.”

I could feel my blood boiling.  I clutch my hand in a fist and said through clenched teeth, “I won’t repeat myself twice.”

He ignored me but she didn’t.  She said something to him and then came beside me.  I was glaring at the guy until he left my presence.  Others weren’t paying attention to us.  I pulled her to the V.I.P section and dropped her on my leg.

I was still angry but the fact that she was sitting on my dick made me calm a bit.  She tried moving to the seat beside me. 

“Just stay there,” I groaned.  I couldn’t talk to her with anger.

She was looking everywhere but at me, “I came with a friend.”

“Then invite her over, I don't mind.”  

She stood up and I followed her.   “Why are you following me?” 

Was she kidding me?  She expected me to allow her to leave alone in a gown as short as that.  “I can’t let other guys see you.  If you don’t want me following you. I think it’s best you call your friend over here, on your phone.”

She sat back and sighed.

Just looking at her seems to calm down some of my nerves.  What won’t I give to have her again?

“What are you staring at?” She raised a brow.  

“You.  Remind me why I can’t have you?” It was getting me annoyed now.  Just now she was following a strange guy, and I know I am not a stranger to her, so why was she avoiding me. 

“You are my master.”  

I raised a brow.  She really expected me to believe that excuse.   A lot of the maids are ready to let me have them, so master or no master relationship shouldn’t be a problem.

“I am not your master here.” 

I lifted her back on my leg, adjusting her ass well on my leg.  

“Did I do something wrong?” 

She was quiet.  I tried to remember what I could have done to annoy her.   She wasn’t my business partner because those are the people I annoy most in my life.  So, that was cancelled.   

“No… no.. you did nothing wrong, Sir.” She was trying to get down from my lap but I ended up pushing her back on my lap.   I groaned when her ass rubbed my dick.  She really was killing me slowly.  Maybe, if I have her once, the feelings will be out and I will be free to do whatever I want with other girls.  My dick will be happy.  I will be happy, and I am certain she will also be happy because I will pay her generously.  She can also move out of that apartment with the payment.

“So, why?” My brows frowned.  I was totally confused.

“I am just not interested in you.”

I raised a brow.  She had goosebumps and she was trying to get away from me.    

“Can I confirm that?”

Her head snapped in my direction.  I smile. Finally, she was facing me with that beautiful face.  She was confused.

“How?”

I smirked now, I love the expression on her face.  “Just don’t move and I will perform my magic.”

She was quiet.  My hand sneaked under her dress, and when I brushed her panties, I could already feel how wet she was.  I had no idea why she was denying herself of the sweet pleasure we would both have.  She gap as I rubbed my finger on her wet panties. 

So much for not wanting me.  

She wants me.  I know it, but for some reason, I am not aware of, she was denying us pleasure.

I pushed the side of her panties with my thumb and sighed as I finally touched her clit.  She was wet.  So wet for me, and that made my dick excited. She was holding me tight now, and I pushed a finger into her.  She let out a soft sigh.

The sound only encouraged me to push and pull my finger out of her.  Thankfully, this is a VIP section and a lot of people couldn’t see what we were doing, not that I care about them, but I want to be the only one hearing the soft sound as she gripped my shoulder.   I push my finger further in and out thinking only of her.  My dick still straining on her ass.

Calm down, guy.  We are trying to prove a point here.  Don’t mess it up.

When the grip on my shoulder got tighter, I knew she was close.  I was not ready to give her the same pleasure she denied me, so I removed my finger.  She let go of my shoulder and I could see the colours in her cheeks.

She was embarrassed. 

I pulled the finger that was still wet with her cum in front of her face and licked all the juicy cum.  I saw the way she was looking at me and trying to pull her finger down to touch herself.   I stopped her with my other hand.

“So much for not wanting me.”