Fingering Her Bare Pussy

Zara POV.

I stepped into VIP Room Three. The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the neon glare of the hallway. The thumping bass from the main floor faded into a dull thud against the floorboards. Frost sat in the exact same leather chair he occupied during our first meeting. He wore another custom-tailored, expensive suit. The dark charcoal fabric absorbed the dim, moody lighting of the private room. When his piercing winter-blue eyes met mine, the look in them was softer than during our first chaotic encounter. Yet, beneath that softer surface, his gaze burned with an intense, raw heat that pricked my skin. My pulse hammered against my ribs.

"You are late." He spoke the words in a quiet, low rumble.

I dropped my bag onto the nearest velvet cushion and walked straight toward the silver pole in the center of the room. "I am sorry. I can stay extra minutes to make up for the lost time if you want."

He shook his head. "No. Not today."

Instead of asking for a standard routine by the pole, he pointed his index finger at the wooden floor right by his polished shoes.

I froze in place. I hesitated, wary of the extreme, intimate proximity he was demanding. Dancing right at a client's knees was far too personal. We had an arrangement, but kneeling on the floor mere inches from his legs crossed a boundary I usually kept enforced in this club.

He noted my reluctance. Without saying another word, he reached into a dark leather bag resting beside his chair. He pulled out three thick, heavy bundles of crisp bills and set them on the small wooden table next to him. The paper bands wrapping the cash strained against the massive stacks. There had to be thousands of dollars sitting right there in the open. The sheer volume of the money cleared every bit of my hesitation. That cash meant paying for Lily's hospital room. It meant buying time and keeping her breathing.

I stepped toward him. My high heels clicked over the floorboards. Stopping just out of his reach, I began to move to the slow, sensual pulse of the background music. I started with my hips, swaying them in slow, deliberate circles. I turned around to give him a clear view of my back, looking at him over my shoulder as I bent forward slightly. I hooked my fingers into the thin straps of my black lace set.

For the next twenty minutes, I danced close to him. I kept my movements fluid, swaying and arching just out of his reach. Frost sat motionless in his seat. He watched my every movement with a clenched jaw. He did not reach out. He did not speak. He just watched me with those intense blue eyes. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned pale against the leather.

Then, unprompted by him, I stepped right into his personal space. The sharp, intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne washed over my senses. I placed one hand on his broad shoulder for balance and moved my body in slow waves, letting my hips roll in time with the slow music. I turned my back to him again and lowered myself directly into his lap. He felt solid and warm through his suit trousers.

I tested his iron-clad restraint with slow, deliberate grinding movements against his thighs. I shifted my weight, pressing the core of my body against him in a steady, taunting rhythm.

His famed control snapped. His large hands left the armrests and gripped my waist with possessive force. His strong fingers dug deep into my skin as he guided my rhythm, taking absolute charge of the movement. I felt his thick, hard erection straining beneath me, pressing rigid against the fabric of his trousers. The heavy friction fueled my own desperate desires. My mind raced into dark territory. Kyle had fucked someone else in our bed. He had broken our promises and discarded me like garbage. If crossing every conceivable line with a wealthy man who wanted me so much would help me regain my shattered sanity, I was going to take it. I needed to reclaim my agency.

I spun around in his lap and straddled him, my bare knees bracketing his waist. Our faces hovered mere inches apart. His breathing was heavy, his hot breaths fanning across my dark red lips.

The thirty-minute session alarm buzzed from the corner of the ceiling, cutting through the heavy tension.

I smiled, leaned in, and gave his cheek a tiny, teasing peck. "Thank you."

I shifted my weight to climb off his lap, reaching toward the small table for the stacked money.

His hand shot out like lightning. He caught my slender wrist in a firm grip.

"Wait." He commanded in a soft tone.

He let go of my wrist, reached into his tailored jacket pocket, and produced a thick, heavy bundle of hundred-dollar bills. He handed the massive stack to me. "This is specially for you."

My mind went blank. I stared down at the crisp bills in my trembling hands. The sheer size of the stack was staggering. It was more than enough to cover the rest of Lily's surgery bill. The suffocating, terrifying weight of my financial debts vanished in a single instance.

"Thank you." I croaked, my throat tight with overwhelming emotion.

For the very first time, a genuine, attractive smile altered his handsome face. It softened his harsh features and made him look breathtaking. Without warning, he reached out and spanked my bare ass with a firm smack.

A sharp jolt of electricity shot straight through my core. Logic screamed in my head. I should have taken the cash and walked out the door. I had secured the funds for Lily. My shift could be over. But seeing that breathtaking smile up close, something deep inside my chest snapped. The walls of self-control I had built up shattered into pieces.

I dropped the bundle of cash onto the table, fell back into his lap, and kissed him with brutal force.

He did not push me away for a second. His strong hands tangled into my hair, holding my head securely in place. His tongue swept past my lips, tasting of expensive liquor, and claimed my mouth with savage intensity. He kissed me back as if he had been starving for me. I gripped his broad shoulders, opening my mouth wider, letting him explore every inch.

He pulled back just enough to trail hot, open-mouthed bites down my sensitive neck. His teeth grazed the skin right above my pulse point.

"Fuck." I breathed heavy, my head falling back over his arm to give him better access.

His large hand slid aggressively between my thighs. He roughly pushed aside the thin black lace crotch of my panties to find my wet pussy. I was bare underneath the fabric, and I was dripping wet. Without a second of hesitation, his hand found the slick heat of my entrance.

Two fingers slid inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking wildly against his hand.