Chapter 4 Wet for a Stranger
Ava's POV
The door clicked shut behind me, and suddenly the music from the club felt a million miles away.
Private room three was exactly what it sounded like, it was luxurious, with a large leather couch and soundproof walls. It was privacy for whatever happened inside.
Even I myself had never been to this room, we only hear of it as only the top staffs are allowed here. It was meant for the super rich and ones who demanded privacy.
For the fact that he was somewhere like this place, that meant he was someone really important.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked in. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn.t hide the amazement. Private room three was unlike anything I had ever seen. To me, it was an intoxicating blend of earthly luxury and perfection. The wall was painted golden light, a color that matched the clear but diming lights insatllled on it, which were as though sculpted from the frozen starlight. It was a place everyone would wish to be. The air was warm, perfumed with a sublte mix of something exotically eroctic as though was not of this world.
Dominic stood by the window which had velvet curtains streching from the floor to the ceiling, his back to me.
"Sit," he said without turning around.
I perched on the edge of the couch, my hands twisting in my lap. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. The furniture was minimal with rich textures. Every detail in the room whispered wealth, power and precision. it was a space meant for plesure, for control and for indulgence.When Dominic finallly turned , and his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. I felt small, almost swallowed by elegance. My legs almost gave out.
"Do you know why you're here, Ava?"
My lips parted slightly and I felt a shiver running in my back, My throat was dry.
"You said we needed to talk."
"I don't want to talk." He crossed the room slowly,
"I want you."
I nearly fainted with that, as my pussy pumped in excitement. I squeezed my thigh together to avoid the wetness under me from dripping down.
Dominic was a stranger to me, I had never met him, but the way my whole body reponded was like I was craving for him. Im my body, every nerve was active, every pulse alive, I was already ready for whatever came next, no matter the fact that I didnot know what.
"I'm offering you fifty thousand dollars. For one night."
Fifty thousand? It was the exact amount I needed to save mother's life.
"Why?" The word came out as a whisper. "Why me?"
He crouched in front of me, bringing us eye level.
Because from the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. Because I can't stop thinking about you and because my body won't be satisfied until I've tasted every inch of you."
Heat flooded my face and my body. I in haled sharply but the scent of him was filling all my senses, the luxury around me was fadind until there was only him. The air was thick with tension, it was heavy with anitcipation yet underlined by a thrill i couldn't deny. He was a pull I could have resisted, but couldn't resist
"I... I've never..." God, I couldn't even say it.
"I know." His hand came up, cupping my face. His thumb traced my lower lip.
"You've never sold yourself and never been with a man for money."
"I've barely been with anyone at all," I admitted, shame heating my cheeks.
Something flashed in his eyes. It seemed like hunger.
This hunger kinda matched my own, I could feel it in the was that almost all the amazements I had at the first step of my feet in the room, non was making sense. It was like we were only two in the whole world, the whole light and energy were sparkling from him I deely felt his presence.
"Good. Then I'll be your first and only."
"It's just one night though, right?"
"One night. Unless you want more." He smirked.
I trembled with an inner conflict and despeartion. I hated that l needed his offer, not because my mom was sick but because my body craved it too.I thought about my mother and about the hospital bill I had to pay to save her life. My mind was fillled with a whispering thoughts of "I...I shouldn't" , on the other hand "I... I have no choice, she...my mother...she's all I have left."
I thought about this man in front of me, who'd saved me from that drunk asshole earlier. Who looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.
I thought about how my body responded to him and how much I wanted this despite the circumstances.
"I accept."
The words left my mouth raw and fragile, before I could second-guess them. I, at a moment felt completely exposed not just to him,but to the cruel reality that life sometimes demanded sacrifices no one should ever have to make.
Dominic's eyes blazed in excitement and he pulled out his phone, dialed a number.
"Transfer fifty thousand to this account immediately." He rattled off my bank details somehow like he'd already researched me.
Within seconds, my phone buzzed in my apron pocket.
It was a Deposit of $50,000.00!
Oh God. It was real! This was actually happening.
My hands shook as I stared at the screen with waterly drops spilling down my cheeks. My mother would live, and she'd get the treatment. Everything would be okay. A strange calm then settled in my chest.
Having second thoughts?" Dominic's voice cut me short.
"No. I just... I can't believe this is real."
"Believe it." He took the phone from my trembling hands, set it aside.
"Now, tell me. Have you really never done this before?"
I shook my head, unable to meet his eyes and then shifted slighted and pusehed a few centimetres away from hiim
"Look at me, Ava."
I forced my gaze up.
"Have you been with a man?"
"Once. It was... it wasn't good. It was quick, It was...awkward, he was my ex.I didn’t really know what I was doing. I was young, inexperienced… and nervous. Everything felt… clumsy"
"we...we didn't even really connect. It was more fumbling that...anything else" I then paused for a moment and he didn't say a word. I was a little terrified by his silence and decided to fill it.
"I guess i expected it to be...perfect or romantic or something not entirely unpleasant. it was just...messy. Honest maybe but not memorable, not like...like something that might happen here, I think."
Why was I telling him this?
His jaw clenched.
"Then you've never been properly fucked."
The crude word should have offended me. Instead, it sent heat straight between my thighs. At that moment, all I just needed was his hands on me. I wanted him to tore my clothes to pieces and suck on me like his life depends on him.
Those plumb, pink lips of his, I wanted them sucking unto my cunt.
Oh God! What was I thinking? Who was this man making me have thoughts like this.
"I thought we'd go to your place?" My voice came out breathy.
He stood, pulling me up with him.
"I can't wait that long. I want you here and now."
"Here? In the club?"
"The room is private and also sundproof. No one will disturb us." He was already backing me toward the wall, his body crowding mine and I could feel the buldge in his trousers as his body met mine.
"Tell me to stop if you don't want this.
But I did want it dsperately. My body had been aching for him and I had been having stranger fantasies since he walked into the club.
"Don't stop." I....I....