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💚 This is a re-upload, Until chapter 8
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Christian has some singular taste when it comes to his sexual preferences, but he's never dared voice them. He never manages to climax because of that, and it leaves him frustrated. One night, he decides to try the last solution that comes to his mind …
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Romance/Family/Drama/Lemons‼️
‼️AS/CG/Carrick Grey/Raymond Steele/Elliott/Gia‼️
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Chapter 4: How Much For You? (3,4K)
So, for this chapter, as I was writing it, I kept thinking of Alice Cooper's song Poison. You have the OG by the man himself, or the cover by Tarja Turunen and her beautiful voice.
Christian's Pov
She doesn't push me away. In fact, she brings her hand to my hair and clutches my locks, her purse discarded on the floor. I start grinding against her, making her feel what she does to me, how much I missed her, how much I need her. And then … she moans that moan I love so much.
And I just lose it.
I bite her lower lip, my hands leaving her face to go to her legs, her beautiful legs, touching her smooth skin. I hope Rose never stops wearing dresses. Just because I'm a pervert and I want to see her legs all the time. I let one of my hands passionately wind up her thigh, reaching for the nirvana that is her sweet pussy, and my other hand is feverishly undoing my belt.
My kiss is probably bruising on her lips, but she doesn't seem to mind, she's wet as fuck. I groan against her, I fumble to find a condom in my back pocket, and once it's on, I pick her up and nail her to the wall.
As I enter her, she gasps in my name, breaking our kiss, but her lips are nectar, and I'm not having it. I retake possession of them, my hands on her ass as I pound into her. I don't need to talk dirty, I don't need her to say anything, I just need her. I just need to feel her, to feel her beneath me, clamping me, moaning for me. Though I don't want to, I have to separate my lips from her, gasping for air, and I bring one hand to cup her face.
She looks at me and her big deep blue eyes make me come undone in a matter of seconds.
I still, panting, my forehead against hers. I can't believe I just finished like a prepubescent teenager. This is … disappointing. I always thought I was in better control of my libido, but obviously, not. And she didn't even come.
I swallow, this is not how I had planned this evening, and I am definitely not playing my cards well.
"I'm sorry," I apologise because … damn, I feel like a perv now. No matter the basis of our relationship, I always made sure I was not the only one to enjoy myself. Obviously, I did not apply this right now.
"We have the rest of the night. I can be patient," She says with a little teasing tone. I peck her lips again, just because I can, just because I want to, and I retrieve myself from her. She smoothes her dress as she comments,
"The kissing is something new, though."
I shrug, not ready to admit to her that I have been obsessing about feeling her lips with mine since I first met her. She looks at me whilst I button back my trousers, and I clear my throat, letting her know,
"Let's eat. I ordered some food."
She smiles at me and follows me to the table where the food is laid out. It's nothing unusual, I've already ordered room service several times for us. Though usually, I also order champagne, but not tonight. I want my head clear tonight. Well … somewhat clear.
As we eat, she explains to me that she went to visit her parents last week and that she only came back in the morning. I ask how they are doing, and she just shrugs, saying they're doing. Then she moves on to me and asks about me and how I am doing.
So I tell her about my uninteresting past couple of weeks. My life is rather dull. I should get a new project, a project other than Miss Rose Pink. All my businesses passively bring me money, and I have people to take care of them. I just make the final big decisions. As I said, I like to remain in the shadows.
And socially speaking, I do see Gia once a week usually, but she's touring at the moment for a collection with McQueen. We do text, but texting is always something quick and done with. I should try and see Elliott, but he's been asking if I used the card, and I don't want to tell him.
So I mostly stay at home, reading and exercising.
As we start eating the cheesecake I ordered for dessert, Rose puts her bare foot on me, caressing my crotch with it as she wiggles her eyebrow and asks, "Did you miss me?"
I swallow and take her foot in my hand, massaging it briefly before putting it back on the floor. If I let her have her way, I won't say a word, and she'll end up leaving in the morning, without anything I want, done.
"I did," I still admit, my tone serious so she understands I missed her, not necessarily the sex. I clear my throat, locking my grey eyes in the deep blue of hers,
"I … I want to propose something to you."
She doesn't say a word but just moves on her chair, giving me all her attention. But I can't help but notice that suddenly, she looks nothing like a hooker, suddenly, she looks like Ros, the president of my business. She looks like a businesswoman.
"I … I want you to be mine and mine only. For the duration of a year. Renewable," I say, my words stumbling out not the way I wanted them. I had this whole plan, and it went poorly when it came to execution.
She bites her lips, obviously holding back a laugh, and so I sit up straight, and stand my ground,
"I'm serious Rose. I'll set you up in your own room at my place and give you whatever you want. I'll give you 100K a year and —"
She laughs a small chuckle that makes me feel like I'm a child. I don't think it's that crazy what I'm asking her. I'm proposing to take care of her and pay her way above minimum wage. Why isn't she even considering this?
"Christian … shall I remind you that I am not some back alley whore? I told you already, I'm doing this because I like it and because it coincides with my stamina. And now, you want me to give that up, to lose my independence to you, and to make in a year what I usually make in a month? How is that a good business or life decision?"
I frown and then start doing the math. Miss Pink's usual rate is 5K a night, as she said, she's not a back-alley whore. And she said that a good week was having sex at least four times… So she's seeing at least one more guy if she makes 100K a month.
She smiles at me, seeing that I'd done my math, and she said, "And it comes tax-free as well. The joys of working in this industry. But tell you what, make it three mils, and I'll consider it."
"Okay," I immediately say. One of my apps literally makes that and more in a day. It's nothing really. Especially if it gives me the time with her.
She raises an eyebrow at me. I never really told her what I did. Just that I have several investments across the board, so she has no idea of my net worth. Now, I feel that she mostly said that number to scare me off. After all, she literally multiplicated the amount I gave her by thirty. Any poker player would have folded at that unless they had a good hand. And I do. Please just say yes.
"You do realise that this is a make-or-break conversation, right? If I don't take your offer, you'll never see me again."
"Why not?" I didn't consider that. I did consider that she could turn me down, but in my mind, that meant we would just go back to our routine, seeing her every Monday night, so I can start off my week amazingly.
"Well, it is quite obvious now that you have issues with me being other people, and that's the principle of being a hooker."
"Just say yes, then," I counter. If she's mine, she doesn't need to go to other men, I'll make sure to leave her plenty satisfied, in every possible way.
She longly looks at me, her fingers intertwined and resting on her crossed knees. "So, what do you want from it?"
"You. All of you. And only with me. I want the whole of you, without the wig, without the pseudonym, without the hotel rooms. I just want the girl underneath to be mine and mine only."
Her eyes never waver, her face remains the same professional business-like face, and she asks, "And what do I get out of it?"
"What do you want from me? I'll give it to you."
She laughs again. That same laugh she had when I first came and was obviously new to all of this. "That's not how you negotiate, Christian. And there I thought you were a businessman and all."
To be fair, I'm not really a businessman. I'm more a creator and investor, than anything else. I leave the business part of things to my president and the board. But she doesn't know that, of course.
"I'm not used to negotiating around my sex life," I say because that's true. I'm sure even Ros would have some problems negotiating something here.
"That's an understatement," She agrees with a chuckle. "But the thing remains, I fail to see why I should take you up on your offer. I like my life how it is, Christian."
"I'll give you all the sex you want, and more. So much more. I'll take care of you."
She shakes her head. "I told you, Christian. You should have taken a sugar baby, not a hooker. I'm not some arm candy. I'm just a plain girl who likes to have sex more than once a week."
"We don't have to be public. I'm not much of a function kind of guy anyway."
"So what? I'm supposed to leave behind the amazing sex I'm getting, just to be with you, locked in your ivory tower? Can you even endure my stamina? I mean …" She trails and glances at the wall where I took her like a premature little boy.
Okay, this hurts my ego, but she's right, and I've always asked for the truth. Still, I'm more bothered about the amazing sex comment, than the wall one.
"I thought you enjoyed having sex with me …" I say because if she doesn't, there's really no point in pursuing this conversation. I thought she didn't fake.
"I do. I really do. But maybe you're not the best."
"Aren't I?" I challenge, because this is something I have been thinking about a lot. I like to think I was the best. In fact, it's what got me through the past two months, the thought that I was the one to bring her the best orgasms.
"I won't tell you," She chimes, and I glare at her.
"I thought you were always honest with me."
"And that's exactly why I won't tell you. If I tell you you're the best, you'll get cocky and stop putting in the effort. If I tell you you aren't the best, you'll sulk with your wounded ego. Or you'll try even harder, and usually, when a guy tries too hard, it becomes long, tedious and chafing for the woman. Either way, I'm the one who has to endure the consequences."
I don't say anything, because … well, she's right. But I'm going to pretend that I am indeed the best sex she's had. Because I'm the only one who takes her whole and honest. But then again, if she says yes, that won't be an issue anymore.
"Just say yes, Rose. I promise you won't regret it."
"I'll think about it."
"Why? Just say yes."
She shakes her head again, a bit patronising, "Come on, Christian. You should know that one should never make such big decisions on a whim. I heard you, and I promise I will think of your proposition over the week. And I'll give you your answer next Monday."
A week. I just have to wait a fucking week. Seven long days. 168 hours. And then … then, hopefully, she will be mine.
She gives me a smile before standing up and walking to me, sitting on my lap, and straddling me. Her hands play with my hair, her eyes all over my face whilst my hand rest on her perfect round ass.
"Now … I am curious as to why you decided to finally kiss me tonight?" I frown, not sure of her choice of words. Was I that obvious? She pecks my lips, and I can't stop it, I smile like an idiot.
"I mean, all this time, I thought this was your way to keep things … distant. It was quite obvious you wanted to kiss me before, but you never did. Why tonight? I haven't said yes to anything yet."
Well, I am learning a bit late that it is okay to kiss hookers. I should have asked Elliott after all. My right hand leave her ass to trace the contour of her face and I confess,
"Because as you said earlier, I missed you."
She smiles at me, and I kiss her again. Something less raw and brutal than the kiss I had for her earlier. A bit more delicate but then again, Rose is delicate. We share the kiss, and I can feel my cock wanting for her, but tonight, I am going to make sure she sees what I have to offer. Now that I can kiss her, I am going to make sure I do so everywhere. If this is my last night with her, she will remember it until she dies.
I take her in my arms and lay her on the bed, slipping her dress out of her body. She is just so beautiful. She is temptation incarnated. My temptation. My sin. My Eurydice.
I kiss her again, slowly grinding against her, and when she tries to undress me, I pin her hands above her head and whisper in her ear, "Rose … say yes."
I nibble her ear, making her moan, and kiss my way down, until I am in front of paradise. With my tongue, I make her squirm, her nectar flooding in my mouth, my name lusciously pouring from her lips, her fingers tangling my hair as her orgasm overflows her like a torrent.
As she tries to catch back her breath, I kiss my way back up, my fingers now inside her, playing music, seducing her from the inside as I try to convince her once again, "Please … say yes. See how good I can make you feel. Say yes, Rose."
She bites her lips, and I replace her teeth with mine, my fingers merciless in her sweet sweet pussy. All I want is to bury myself in her, but I want her to say it. Say that she'll be mine. She cums once again, milking my fingers and I lick them clean. She fucking tastes good.
She looks at me, her eyes heavy with lust, and I quickly undress, my cock standing and needing for her. I flip her and spank her ass, making her moan with pleasure. She likes it when I spank her. She likes it when I'm rough with her. And she likes it when I call her names. She's perfect. She needs to be mine.
I plunge in her, groaning with pleasure and I start to pound my punishing rhythm. Why doesn't she say yes? Can't she see how good I can make her feel? How good we are together?
"Please, Rose. Be mine. I want you to be mine only. Say that you'll be my dirty little slut. Just mine. Please, say yes."
She cries out, begging me to fuck the slut that she is harder, and I oblige, though I still end up asking for her to agree to my proposition. How ironic that I usually get off on making her beg, and now, I'm the one begging her. And the more she refuses that small three-letter word, the more I beg until I can feel her come on my cock.
I groan, loving the way she clams my cock, but before I can start spurting out, I retrieve and throw the condom away. I turn her and come on her stomach before collapsing on top of her. I never thought I would ever do that, but … I'm smug thinking about it. In a primal, instinctive way, I marked her as mine. Mine.
I am completely spent, and after five minutes, I roll to the side to not crush her. I look at her, caressing her face gently with a smile on my face. If this is the last night I'm spending with her, I don't care about any sort of etiquette anymore.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower," She says as she gets up, and I wish she didn't. I don't want this part of me off of her so quickly. But I can understand that the thought of sleeping with semen all over her is not very appealing.
She comes back not even five minutes later, smelling fresh, her wig properly back in place. She slips in the cover next to me, and I grab her so she's closer to me. I caress her face again, and she doesn't object, her blue eyes steady in my grey ones.
"Please say yes …" I ask again, like a broken record.
"I told you, I'll think about it. It's not a no. I just want to make the decision with my brain, not something else."
"I'll treat you like a queen," I promise and she rolls her eyes,
"I don't need a guy to treat me as I should be treated. I already do it myself."
"I know that. But … that's what I want to do. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. With you … I'm free, I'm myself, I'm not repressing myself to fit in a mould. I'm just … me."
Rose smiles and caresses my face, her patronising ways back. This is ridiculous, knowing that I am much older than her. "You should be that on your own, Christian. Not because of me. It's not healthy for you to rely on someone else to be yourself."
I know she's right, but fuck if I care. I just … in all honesty, I can see myself falling for her in the future. Harder than I did for Gia. I can see a whole future with her. If only she'd let me show that to her.
Without a word, I caress her lips, red and swollen by my kisses. Her cheeks are flushed, probably due to her shower, and her blue eyes are bare, without mascara, eyeliner, or eyeshadow. Just Rose.
"You are so beautiful," I say, before softly kissing her.
She doesn't resist and opens her arms and legs to me. We are perfect together. I fit perfectly. This time, I just bring us both at the same time to oblivion, without a dirty word, without a plea, just with my eyes and kisses.
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