Chapter 6

Hazel’s POV

The sound of the girls moaning and the sight of them pleasuring Damian was excruciatingly painful, I’d stood to leave but I was stopped by the men at the door, unable to do anything I went back to the chair I’d sat on earlier.

“what are you doing?” I said but it came out in a whisper as one of the men starts tying me up, I looked up to see Damian smirk and I could immediately tell that this was his own way of punishing me for being rude to him.

I swallowed down hard as I forced the bile at the back of my throat to go down, he’d signaled to one of the girls to come to me.

The sight of her juicy pussy and the pinkness of it sent me into a haze, she rubbed it slightly and I could see her liquid drip as she brought her fingers to her mouth to lick it.

I felt a slight drip under my panties, I had no idea what that was. I’d never been in a situation like this before, I only watch porn and slightly satisfy myself by myself but this was different, I wanted things done to me and what was horrible was the fact that I wanted it to be done to me by the devil himself.

His eyes were closed as the other girl rubbed his dick while having his balls in her mouth.

“Fuck.” I moaned softly as I threw my head back, I was in a great deal of torture and the vibration of the chair doesn’t seem to to be helping, my pussy vibrated and I could feel my panties already getting soaked.

“That’s more like it.” The girl whispered in my ear and I flung my eyes open immediately, she made her way back to the table in front of me and continued her act of masturbation.

I watched as her legs shook and her pussy clenched, holding tight to the dildo she was holding and the pulsating pleasure filling her as she vibrated on the table and held on to the edge for support.

I didn’t know what hit me when I felt her squirt all over me, I opened my mouth in shook but closed it shut as what I’d planned to say didn’t come out.

What the actual fuck? Did I just get another girl’s squirt in my mouth?

She smirked and stood from the table after relaxing a bit, making her way back to the bed I heard her tell Damian that she was already done with me and he’d invited her to join him.

“You should really join us here.” I heard Damian invite and that was where I lost it, my fist clenched and I gritted my teeth in anger but he was still my boss and deserves to be treated with respect.

“No, I would rather not be one of your hideous sex toys.” I shot back, biting my lips immediately I said what I said.

“Too bad you have to watch it all unfold.” He replied and with a swing, he stood from the bed and grabbed one of the girls, my eyes were already tired of me having to roll them but I didn’t care, I just wanted this horrible torture to be over.

I could feel myself releasing an insane amount of liquid as I watched Damian fuck the girl, the sound of her moans filled the air and I could feel myself at the verge of tears, I wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

I watched him switch from girls to girls and the hatred I harbored for him grew even stronger, the girls seemed to be enjoying it, the spanks, the slaps and of course the degrading words he said to them.

How would anyone in their right state of mind enjoy being treated like a whore without respect. I heaved out a sigh of relief when I saw him burst his cum all over them, the girl laying down took the shot on her belly while her partner licked it off it and I retched.

That was so disgusting that it made my stomach tighten and I fought the urge to throw up. I looked down at the chair and I gasped when I saw how wet it was.

“Oh shit! Shit!” I whispered, moving on the chair in a bid to clear the wetness off but whatever I did seem to be worsening it even more so I just stopped.

The embarrassment I felt when he came closer to untie me was unmatched, I stood up and placing my palm on my but, I ran out of the room, I knew he was going to see the soak on the chair and that would give him another leverage but I didn’t care because I’d already made up my mind to quit.

“Your training starts tomorrow, don’t be late.” His words rang in my head, I’d almost forgotten he said I needed to be trained for the stripping job I just got.

I rushed to the bathroom with an urgency that I’ve never felt before, my pussy still vibrated and I felt an unusual longing, I threw my head back as I peed and impulsively, I rubbed my nipples with my fingers, massaging it and letting out a slight moan as I did, covering my mouth with my palm so I don’t make a loud noise.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I massaged my boobs with the imagination of no one in particular, if I’m not fooling myself, I’d imagined Damian was the one doing them for me, I imagined his hard hand on my boobs and I imagined his perfectly shaped lips over it, sucking on it hungrily with his tongue teasing me.

I moaned as I inserted two fingers up my pussy, I closed my eyes and let the pleasure fill me, I twirled my fingers up inside my pussy as I was almost shaking in orgasm, bending over as I brought down my tongue to give my nipple a lick, supporting it with my other hand, I sucked on it hungrily and pictured myself laying as Damian sucked on my nipples, I rubbed my clit for a while and imagined him kissing and sucking on it, I lifted my hands back up to lick my pussy juice and I let out a small “hmm.”

That was pretty much all I ever do, no one except for Alesha knew that I was a virgin— not really though- with little to no knowledge of how people have sex except for what I saw on the internet.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I hated him and I really shouldn’t be imagining his body on mine the way I’m doing, I shook my head to get the thought of him out but nothing worked.

I dropped my hand back to continue finger fucking myself intensely, my breathing was fast now and I knew I would cum soon, I was lost in what I was doing when the door opened and I looked to see the man I’d left back in the room now in the bathroom, I shook and all the blood that was running in my veins dried up almost instantly.

Damian was now looking at me and I was naked, I shyly looked in his eyes to see him stare at me lustfully, I was at the verge of orgasm and stopping now could be a disaster for me, I would be restless for the rest of the day but unable to continue, I fumbled with my words as I recovered from my shock.

“W... what are you doing... here?” I asked, clearing my throat as I basked in my embarrassment, what was I thinking coming into this particular bathroom?

“I own this place, remember?” He answered with a sense of pride and a smirk and I nodded, I’d wanted to pick up my clothes but I was stopped when he cleared his throat, his figure was intimidating and I’d wanted to pretend I wasn’t scared or I didn’t care that he’d just caught me masturbating but I couldn’t.

I really cared, I was back in his room acting like the perfect little angel while coming down here to finger fuck myself mercilessly.

“What were you doing?” He asked like he had no idea what I was doing, I was naked and whatever he thought of first was spot on.

“N.. no.. nothing?” I stammered, embarrassed and not caring that he’d just stopped me from putting my clothes back on, I bent to pick them up and I felt his hand on my wrist, stopping me again.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I struggled for him to leave me, I enjoyed his touch and I wished he would just take me in his arms and fulfill my fantasies, I wished he would just fuck me.

But I hate him, I reminded myself how much I hated him and how big of a jerk he is.

“Let me go, you’re hurting me!” I struggled and he left me at once and his blue eyes gradually turning red as he stared at me.

He walked towards me and I took steps back until I couldn’t anymore as my back hit the wall.

“From the rules I had set down, this particular bathroom is meant for the guest, my guest, customers and not for staffs, especially MY strippers.” He explained, his voice sending chills down my spine as he spoke.

I mentally slapped myself, I remembered seeing it boldly written outside on the door that it was a VIP bathroom and I’d just ignored it.

“I’m... I’m sorry.” I stuttered and he smirked, obviously thrilled by my vulnerability and fear, he smirked as he watched me, tearing me apart with his eyes piercing through my skin, getting under my skin.

I looked away out of fear, there was something about this man that I feared, he wasn’t scary but he really had a dominating aura that not only made me shiver but scared.

“I need some time to think about forgiving you or punishing you for breaking the rules.” He spoke again, stopping in front of me and placing his palm beside me and making it look like some sort of a cage.

He licked his lower lips and I found myself yearning for him even more, I looked away shyly and he brought my face back to his that I was now meeting his gaze.

“Leave.” He ordered, finally moving out of my way and when I’d bent again to pick my clothes up, he objected, “you’re leaving like that.” He said and my eyes widened in shock.

I would have to walk out of the crowded club, naked?