CHAPTER THREE : CALL ME SIR, BABY GIRL

“Lead the way baby girl,” he said. His voice somehow sounded darker this time, and I felt a rush of pleasure coiling low in my belly.

My eyes went to Tracy for a second.

Maybe I should inform her first, who knows the man might be a kidnapper dressed in a suit? The thought made my chest squeeze tight in fear.

But then my mind flashed back to the memory of Xavier and Natasha tangled in sheets, as something snapped inside of me.

If he was a kidnapper, then so be it. At least he was a hot one. I was done playing by the rules.

“Let’s go,” I said, walking beside him.

He moved to stand closer beside me, his hands brushing lightly across my waist like feathers. The sensation made heat surge through me as my breathing quickened.

But then, the sensation was gone as quick as it came, when he removed his hands, the moment we got to the bar.

The barman’s eyes widened almost bulging out of his head when he noticed the man at my side.

And as if some silent conversation went between them, he suddenly straightened, regaining his composure, although his words still stuttered.

“What can I get for you ma’am,” he asked stiffly.

I glanced at the man, waiting for him to order. I poured his drink, and I offered to replace it after all.

“Tequila,” he replied.

Although, his dark gaze still remained fixed and steady on mine, never shifting away—not even after the barman came back with his drink.

“The best premium Tequila we served today, my apologies we have nothing better at the bar sir. This cost three hundred dollars per glass…” The waiter said, as I choked on an imaginary spit.

My eyes widened and I struggled to process whether I had heard wrongly.

Why is it so expensive? Why couldn’t he just serve a normal tequila, or order a normal cheap drink? This is definitely going to dent my pocket largely.

After losing my virginity today, I doubt I’ll ever set foot in a club again.

“Are you okay, baby girl?” His hypnotic voice called, bringing my attention back to him.

I badly wanted to be angry at him for ordering such an expensive drink, but the genuine concern in his beautiful eyes melted all my anger away.

“Just peachy,” I whispered blushing heavily.

His large hands ghosted over my face, landing on my now prominent cheek bones from lack of good food.

But he didn’t seem to mind—he rubbed the array of freckles lying there.

His hands trailed over the dust of red blush I applied earlier with my slight shabby makeup.

His touches sent a delicious sensation through me—and I leaned into it, desperate to feel more.

But then his hands disappeared as quickly as they came, going to clench around his glass of drink as he picked it up, taking a sip.

He swallowed, and the silence stretched between us until I could barely handle it.

“So tell me about yourself,” I said.

“Do you really want to know about me, baby girl?

Or do you want me to tell you what I know about you…the way your body is already begging for me?”

He said, and I took in a large gulp of air, at his words.

“I’ll rather you know about how my cock would feel dipping in your tight soaking pussy.

While clenched around me as I fucked you into oblivion,” he said with a straight face, his eyes steady on mine, like he was spitting facts.

My eyes widened, shocked at his words as all the air dispersed from my lungs.

I took in his calm posture wondering how he can remain so cool after saying something as explicit like that.

My cheeks inflamed—growing hot and red.

I was so sure by now I looked like I was dipped in fire.

My mind jumbled with the fact that I was not even a tiny bit repulsed by those words, rather they sent a pool of sensation down my spine, going directly to my core.

I was already swollen down there, growing uncomfortable, throbbing with lust just by sitting close to him while breathing in his musky delicious scent.

“Would you like that baby girl?” He asked smoothly.

“Would you like to know how my cock would feel wrapped around your pretty pink lips—as I made you choke on it till tears clouded your vision.

Would you like to know how your pussy would feel begging for my touch to make it cum?”

His fingers darted out to trace my collar bone. “And don’t lie to me, because I can feel it, how your pulse spikes up from my touches—just like this. Beautiful,” he said, stopping at the flare on the pulse at the base of my throat.

He watched me, just exactly like he did all night, like I was the only one he could see.

My mouth went dry from his touch. My head spinning from his words, his smell, and his dirty talk, and honestly…

“I would very much like to know that sir,” I said, seeing no reason to waste time in getting to know each other or deceive myself with even the thought of romance.

I should just focus on the real reason I came here now, and that was to find a man to take my virginity.

And this hot man right here, looked nothing like a newcomer in the act of sex.

He looked like a man who knew how to make a woman feel good. Who knew how to claim in the best way possible. And that was all I needed.

“Good girl. And keep calling me sir, baby girl.”