I don’t even know what room is his room, I sighed and slapped my forehead, who the hell wrote my freaking story, can I get a fucking break!
Another text popped up, dropping down as a notification it read
“Preferably the outfit on your bed be here in 10″
I quickly walked over to the bed, and raised a flimsy pink lingerie set, the bra a Demi-cup style with lace detailing forming flowery patterns across the cups, the panties a matching lace thong the material soft and kind to the skin.
There was a short robe next to it, of course he didn’t expect to walk around his house in a lingerie.
I rolled my eyes and quickly took off my clothes I had on and put on the set, I left my hair down and pondered if wearing lip gloss will make it feel like I’m trying too much.
I just applied lip balm and wore the robe, as soon as I touched the door handle and opened up the door, Fredrick stood outside the door.. I stifled my scream as I didn’t expect anyone to be outside my door.
” good evening Mrs Blackwood, I am here to take you to the boss chambers”. He smiled at me.
” Mrs who now?” I raised a brow in utter confusion.
” you’re married now so we were ordered to call you that , sorry” he explained softly
I heaved a frustrated sigh ” let’s get this over with” I said walking fast in front of him like I knew where the fuck I was going.
” it’s this way Mrs Blackwood” I turned around without a word and started heading the other way, I looked up and suddenly took in the beauty of the hallway way and the house.
House may not cut it, of this fucking castle.
The interior was a masterful blend of classic elegance and modern sophistication, exuding an air of refined luxury and unmistakable nepotism.
The high ceilings, adorned with intricate moldings and ornate chandeliers, seemed to stretch up to the heavens. The walls, painted a soft, creamy hue, were adorned with priceless works of art, each one carefully curated to showcase the family’s impeccable taste.
As I wandered through the hallways, my eyes widened at the opulent furnishings. Plush, velvet sofas and armchairs in rich jewel tones were arranged artfully around coffee tables made of polished mahogany. The floors, crafted from the finest marble, gleamed like polished glass, reflecting the light from the crystal chandeliers above.
Every step revealed a new treasure: a rare, antique vase on a pedestal, a stunning, modern sculpture in a niche, or a beautifully crafted, wooden paneling that seemed to whisper stories of the past.
The air was thick with the scent of old money and privilege, and I could almost hear the whispers of generations past, their voices echoing through the halls, reminding all who entered of the family’s illustrious history and their rightful place among the elite.
It was beautiful..
” we are here ma’am” he bowed slightly before leaving me walking away.
” wait you’re leaving me here?”
He just kept walking not answering my obviously dumb question.
I looked at the huge door and wrapped my hand around the handle I bent it and walked in got greeted with a smack of warm vanilla scent dim lights and soft sensual music.
And not so sure I’m surprised, the motherfuvkrr had pole in the middle of his room
I walked in to see him shirtless, his hair wet and he had pants on sat lazily on the edge of his bed, looking at me from under his hair which covered most of his eyes. i can feel his gaze burning into my head
” you’re late”
” yeah sorry, I’m just 2 minutes late” it slipped out rather nonchalantly
“Get on the pole” his voice low, but condescending
” hey you ca-..” I made to say but I quickly got shut up
” get your ass on the FUCKING POLE! DONT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!” His deep voice rose as he still sat staring at me.
Startled at his tone I walked to the pole, and gripped it firmly, fighting off the tears threatening to spill, a familiar song started to play, and i dropped my robe to the floor revealing my pink lingerie he wanted a dance.. he will get one.
As I stepped onto the podium, I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The light shone down on me, illuminating every curve and contour of my body. I was dancing for him
I began to move, my body undulating like a wave. My hips swayed, my arms stretched out like tendrils, beckoning him to come closer. My feet bare, my toes pointed, I seemed to dance on air, my movements fluid and sensual.
As I spun around the pole, my skin glistened with sweat, my muscles rippling beneath my skin. I felt like a siren, luring him in with every movement. My eyes locked onto his, and I could sense his desire, his need for me.
I slowed my pace, my movements becoming more deliberate, more sensual. I ran my hands over my body, caressing my skin, teasing him with every touch. My lips parted, my breath coming in short gasps, as if I were already in his arms.
The music pulsed through me, driving me to move faster, to push myself harder. I felt like I was on fire, my body burning with desire. I was dancing for him, and him alone, my every movement a sensual invitation.
As the music reached its climax, I froze, my body arched backward in a impossible pose. Our eyes locked, and I could sense his arousal, his need for me.
I got down from the pole and cat walked to him, as I watched him take in every inch of my body in, a new song popped up and I started to give him a lap dance twisting my body and grinding on the hard bulge in his pants, moving my add and waist on his body, straddling him and running my fingers through his hair and all over his bare chest , shoulders and abs.
His moans and grunts getting louder as I danced and touched him.
The sexual tension , filled the air and I couldn’t hold it anymore and he obviously couldn’t anymore too.
“Get on your fucking knees”.