His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

Like he had said, I was done with my meal and we danced to a slow song from the speakers. This time, it was soul dance, two warm bodies flowing to rhythm, not stripping, and rolling my naked ass. It turned out a wonderful night, though I still couldn’t get my mind off the call he had made earlier.

It was strong in my instincts that something wasn’t right. His composure did nothing to lessen the feeling, I knew he was acting all cool to help me relax. I knew he wanted to be home in a jiffy as he had promised whoever it was in the phone. I wanted to be home to, maybe I’d get over my restlessness if I knew everything was fine.

When the music died down, there was a tremendous sound of clapping from the crowd that we couldn’t see, because of the dim lights. “How was your night?” He asked, his face was so close to mine, that all i had to do was to lean forward a little and I’d be crashing onto his lips.

“Smooth, I suppose. You were a perfect gentle man,” I smiled at him.

“Am glad I was. Can we go now?”

***

The calmness at the club vanished the moment we got into the castle. He climbed the steps leading into the house in a great rush and called for all the guards to be in the sitting room in a not so nice voice.

“Go to your room,” he had command as we got to the sitting room. The whole guards were summoned and stood in a straight file in the sitting room. Jacob was absent. Fear gripped my chest. Was this because something had happened to Jacob? If anything had happened to him, then Debbie would definitely be affected.

I walked up the stairs, but leaned on the corridor walls, trying to pick out what I could from the hush conversation that went on downstairs. “How could you be so careless?” I heard Antonio asking. The guards spoke in really soft tunes that it was impossible picking anything else.

“Leave my presence,” He commanded them at last in an angry tune.

I took the order as well, tiptoeing into my room as fast as I could. I opened the door gently, trying hard to mute the sound, then pressing it quietly after getting in. I peeped through the keyhole, trying to listen to the sound of his voice or his footsteps climbing the stairs.

They came after waiting noiselessly at the door for ten minutes. He slammed the door to his room so hard that the noise echoed in the empty space of the corridor. Here i was, blind about whatever was going on, but i knew it had to be serious to make him so angry.

‘Call Debbie’ my mind voice finally suggested. I searched through my purse for my phone. On the first ring, she picked up the call, making me breath in relief. She sounded happy.

“He just dropped me off, maybe five minutes ago. He should be on his way home.” She answered, when I asked about Jacob. “How was your date? Did it still hold?” She asked back.

“Yeah, it did. I will tell you all about it when we see tomorrow,” I promised before dropping the call. I would be in for a whole lot of chatting tomorrow, if I eventually appear at school. Debbie would not miss a single detail when narrating how her date went. And I would have to listen.

If Jacob just left her place, then he probably wasn’t aware of whatever was going on back in the castle. It wouldn’t make any sense calling him to find out, even if he knew something, he would be more loyal to Antonio than he would ever be to me. There was no assurance that he would speak to me about whatever it was.

What if I walk to his door and asked him what was wrong? Would he open up? I paced the small space between my bed and couch. ‘When did you start caring so much about this man?’ ‘You were here to ruin him, but all you seem to be doing is lusting after him and acting all soft, this isn’t the Eve, Charlie sent.’ my subconscious mind spoke.

I pulled off my dress, took a warm shower and climbed into bed, willing myself to sleep and forget about whatever was going on. After an hour of toasting and turning and sighing, I jumped down, pulled my robe over my nightwear and headed for his room.

My stubborn heart wouldn’t rest a bit until I knew what was going on, so it was better to find out early and get the peace I needed. I stumbled through the dark and quiet corridor, the lights were turned off, but I knew the direction of his room by heart, I didn’t need the break of dawn to locate it.

I knocked softly, wrapping my robe more tightly around myself, as the corridor now felt intensely cold. There was silence, but I knew he was awake, probably seating on his desk and going through paperworks from office or just sipping a bottle of wine. Whichever it was, I was sure he wasn’t on his bed by this hour, sleeping.

I knocked for the second time, wondering now if it was a good idea to have come out here in such light clothes. I rubbed my arms in an attempt to brush off the cold. Silence yet. I was raising my hand for a third knock when the door bolted and gave way, not beyond the chain level.

He was leaning out to look at me, his eyes dark and his voice heavy when asked, “What are you still doing awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” I murmured.

“And why is that?”

“I was restless. What is going on?” I asked him.

“Nothing, go back to your room.” He said in a low growl.

“I won’t be able to sleep, just tell me,” I insisted, shifting closer to the door, hoping to get admitted.

“Do you usually care this way about your customers, or is there an exception here?” it was supposed to be a joke, but there was not even a twitch on his lips nor an expression on his face.

“I guess none of my customers have brought me home to be a personal stripper. The exception seems to be coming from you,” I answered with a small smile, hoping to touch his heart.

He undid the chain holding the door and allowed me in. It was my first time actually coming into his room. The only light in the room was that from the lamp stand, the rest of the room was dark. He moved swiftly to the wardrobe and came back with a blazer that he threw around my shoulder to help with the cold.

“You shouldn’t have come out here.” He repeated, arranging the cloth over my shoulder, like a mother dressing her child.

“I want to know what’s going on.”

“It’s none of your business, you are here to work…”

“As what?” I cut him off.

“As my… as my personal stripper,” He went on to say.

“Then let me dance for you,” I moved closer to him, trailing the hair on his chest with my finger. He wore a blazer himself, that was unbutton.

I stood on my toe, reaching for his ear, “Who knows, my moves may soothe your worried heart,” i whispered.

“Not tonight, Eve.”

I paid him no heed. I walked over to the armless chair facing his table and drew it out, making him seat on it. I turned on the lights to aid with my movement as I tried locating the sound system. It wasn’t hard to find a really suitable music for the occasion.

I reached for his wardrobe, picking a black tie, from among his ties collection. I came back, taking off the blazer, stripping off my robe as I approached him, leaving just the small, light dress beneath. I cared less about the cold now, knowing i would feel rather too hot when I started dancing.

If he was moved at seeing me almost naked, he made little reaction to it. I wrapped the tie around his eyes lightly, blindfolding him. I took out the band holding my hair, allowing it pour over my shoulders.

Then I sat softly, directly on his dick. I felt him jerk from beneath at the connection. I smiled inwardly, as I rolled my hips in a circular motion around his thighs. His hands came upon my breast, smooching them lightly. This too was an exception, a customer had no right to grab my boobs.

As the music got intensed, I turned around to face him, closing the distance between our bodies, so that my body was resting directly on his. I worked my hands over every exposed part of his body. There was a groan, a pleasurable groan. It was a sound of satisfaction or a feeling of want, either one, I was glad.

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