Alejo sat in a high backed black arm chair in the darkened club. He spent most of his nights here since Amalia had left him and he sipped the scotch in his hand and watched his Sub. She fucked herself on a large black dildo and her hands toyed with her nipples. Every eye was on her and he knew he could feel the jealousy of the other Doms. She was beautiful with her red hair and dark eyes. He had made her cut her hair close to her head and her eyes never left his face as she bounced on the thick dildo. She was on the raised stage in the middle of the dark room and the lights shone on her. H e watched her, not letting any emotion show on his face and stroked the red hair of the girl who knelt beside his chair.

He had moved to London after Bella had left him. Amalia had not wanted to leave the comfort of her small village home and life and it had started their arguments. He had gone to London with an idea to make a place for people like him to go. A place where Doms and their Subs could spend their time without having to hide. A year later he had opened "Bella's" and two years after that there was one of his clubs in every city. He had hired people to run the clubs and the woman of this one stood behind him her gloved hand on his shoulder. She leant down and spoke gently in his ear.

"It's nice to see you still have Luanna."

He nodded and sipped his drink again. "She's been good to me." |He looked down at the new girl beside him. "Real good."

"When you get a good one you hold on with everything you got, darlin'."

He watched Luanna and felt the empty hole in his chest. His mind drifted back to three years ago and he heard her husky voice and smelt her perfume. Luanna bounced harder on the dildo and her head fell back as she came and she shivered hearing the cheers of the crowd and looked back to her master. She stood on shaky legs, climbed from the stage and walked towards him. She was naked save for her black heels and a red collar around her delicate throat, made from red silk, and a white pendant hung against her chest. He beckoned her forward and she knelt in front of him her hands held in her lap and looked up at him through her long eyelashes.

He took his hand away from the girl beside him and slid his fingers into Luanna's hair. She undid the button and zip on his trousers and slid her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his thick length and squeezing gently. He looked around the room at the others assembled. He had come to know the Doms in his time coming here and knew all of them would give him anything to have Luanna. She was the perfect Sub and did whatever he asked of her.

He looked down at her as her small pink tongue licked up his cock and swirled around the head before she sucked the swollen head into her warm mouth. His hands tightened in her short red hair and she bobbed her head back and forth sucking gently the way she knew he liked it. She had been his for three years now and in that time she had learnt what he liked, what he didn't and how to be the perfect Sub. She pushed her head down taking more of his thick cock into her mouth and he felt himself hit against the back of her throat.

She never stopped moving, her head bobbing up and down and her small tongue working around him. She held her hands behind her back knowing she was not to touch him until he told her to. She moaned quietly as he flexed his hips pushing further into her accepting mouth and she worked to take him into her throat. He groaned as she swallowed and his length slipped into her mouth and down her throat. He stroked her hair and she shivered at his gentle touch. She looked up his body and saw his green eyes staring into the distance. She had seen him like this before; he wasn't thinking of her. She pushed down the feelings of jealousy and sadness and moved her head quickly. Her throat milked his cock as he moved against her mouth. He groaned again louder this time and holding onto her hair tightly, he moved her.

Another Sub had climbed onto the stage and was licking clean the dildo that Luanna had soaked with her juices. It was attached to the floor and stuck straight up towards the ceiling. The girl had two fingers in her pussy as she sucked the toy and she worked herself, her cheeks turning pink. He watched the girl as he fucked Luanna's mouth. The girl straddled the dildo and slowly lowered herself down. A small moan escaped her lips as she began to roll her hips and her eyes closed.

The Doms in the club watched, their eyes flitting from the girl on stage to Luanna, knelt between his legs, and he felt his chest swell with pride. He had grown fond of Luanna but he knew he could never feel the same way about any girl as he had felt about her. He gritted his teeth and thrust harder against Luanna's mouth but it was her face he saw. It was Bella's and when he came, spilling his cum down Luanna's throat it was Bella's name on his lips. He pushed Luanna away from him and redid his trousers. Standing he walked over to the overseer of the club. A tall woman with white blonde hair, she wore a black corset and a long black skirt. It had a layer of lace over the top and a long train that trailed behind her. She wore long black gloves and dark eye make-up made her bright blue eyes stand out in her pale face. She touched his chest gently and smiled up at him.

"Will you require a room tonight, sir?"

Her lips were painted black and curved in a sultry smile. "I know the girls have missed you."

He smiled back at her and slid his hand down her back to rest on her ass. She gasped and pressed herself back against his hand. There were rooms above the club that Doms could use to fuck their Subs and many Subs who did not yet belong to anyone stayed and rented their bodies out. Male and female alike.

"Not tonight, darling." His hand smoothed over her ass and he squeezed gently. "But know I will be thinking of you tonight."

She sighed as he played with her and felt herself growing wet. This had been the first club he had opened and Elora had been with him from the beginning. He had grown fond of her over the years.

"Then goodnight, sir." She bobbed a small curtsy and he smiled. Luanna watched him. Some nights he would take her home with him but more often than not he would leave her here. The patrons were allowed to look but not touch and she would perform before retiring to her room upstairs. She watched him leave and her shoulders drooped. He had called for her to accompany him home less and less in recent months and she felt empty without his touch.

He left the club and walked through the dark alley where the entrance was concealed. A large black car waited on the street outside and he climbed into the back. The driver did not speak but began to drive. Alejo looked out of the window at the people going passed, his eyes were drawn to a young woman. He could only see the back of her as they approached, her rounded hips swayed as she walked. She wore ripped jeans that clung to her skin and a tight fitting leather jacket, heeled ankle boots encased her feet and her long red hair fell down her back.

He continued to watch her as they passed and when he saw her face he shouted for the driver to stop. The car came to a halt and he leapt from the back searching the street. The woman was gone. He stayed still, watching the people move about him and tried to calm his breathing. This was not the first time he had thought he had seen Bella. He saw her everywhere, her red hair, her dark eyes, heard her husky laugh or smelt her shampoo.

He sighed and climbed back into the car. They continued through London until they pulled up outside the apartment building her lived in. He stepped from the car and rode the elevator up to the top floor. His flat took up the whole of the top floor. It was the first thing he had bought when money had begun to come in from the clubs and it was the one place he allowed himself to think of Bella knowing no one could see him. He poured a large glass of scotch and slumped onto the white sofa. He shrugged off his suit jacket and leant his head back against the cushions. He turned on the stereo and classical music filled the flat. He took a battered copy of Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Telltale Heart' from beside him and began to read. In class Bella had told him this was her favourite book and now he read it almost daily.

He stayed on the sofa, drinking and reading, until he passed out in the early morning. The sun had begun to shine through the large windows and by the time he woke it was high in the sky. He groaned and pulled himself to his feet walking through to the large bathroom and stepping into the shower. The day passed slowly and when eight o'clock came around he dressed in a grey suit, white shirt and thin black tie. Downstairs he climbed into the black Bentley and the driver pulled away from the curb and began to wind through the streets. He watched out of the window and when they pulled to a stop at a set of traffic lights he gazed into the window of a bar. The red hair caught his eye again and he sat up straight in his seat.

"Wait for me."

He leapt from the car and walked towards the bar. Pushing open the door he stepped inside and looked around. The woman wore a black dress. It was tight to her torso until it reached her waist then the skirt flared down to mid thigh. She wore heeled black shoes and her hair was plaited down her back. He stepped towards her and gently placed a hand on her bare shoulder. She turned and his breath caught in his throat. Her dark eyes were lined in black pencil and her lips were painted a deep red to match her hair. Her small button nose was covered in a smattering of freckles and she looked up at him through her thick, black lashes. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her lips curved into a small smile.

"Hello, sir."

"Bells, its been a long time."

She nodded. "A real long time, how have you been?"

"I've been good, I've been bad." His hand slid down her back to rest just above her curved ass. She bit her lip as his large hand warmed her skin, unconsciously moving closer and his smile widened. "How about I buy you a drink, pet?"

She shivered at the use of her old nickname and turned to the people she had been standing with. There were two women and three men and she smiled apologetically.

"I wont be long, guys."

They nodded, watching the two of them together as Alejo steered her away and to an empty table.

He pulled the chair out for her and sat opposite. He beckoned a waiter over and waited for her to order before ordering a whiskey for himself. The waiter, a young man, looked Bella over and he felt a flash of anger as the ownership he felt towards her flared. The waiter brought their drinks and he watched Bella.

"How long have you been here?"

She sipped her drink. "A couple of years now. I moved after I finished school. I heard what happened with you and your wife. I'm sorry."

He shrugged one broad shoulder. "These things happen, can't be helped."

"Still I'm sorry. I always wondered whether it was my fault."

"It wasn't your fault, pet. It was no one's fault but my own. I couldn't let you go and I couldn't stay there knowing I would see you everyday so I came here. It was the best decision I ever made."

"So you're happy here?" He nodded. "What do you do? Do you still teach?"

"No I started my own business, it does very well. But I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about you. I want to know what you've been doing."

She thought back. After she had finished school she had finally had the courage to tell her mother what her step-dad had been doing to her. She had given her mother a choice between her daughter and her husband knowing what she would choose.

"I thought it was time to move out, give it a go on my own you know. I had some money saved from when my papa died and so moved back here. I have friends here and thought this would be the best place for me."

"You have a job?"

She nodded and sipped her drink again. "I sing at a bar near here and waitress. It's not great money and the tips could be better but it's getting me by."

"You sing?"

"I try," she laughed softly and her cheeks flushed pink. "I haven't been booed off yet so I assume some people like it."

"I'm sure you have a beautiful voice." He reached across the table and took hold of her hand. His thumb stroked across the skin of her palm and she shuddered. Even after all this time his touch was enough to drive her wild and a heat started in her belly. "What about Brendan?"

"He was sweet enough but he wasn't..." she trailed off and he held her hand tighter stroking her soft skin.

"Wasn't what?"

"He wasn't you."

She couldn't meet his eyes but knew what she wanted, what she needed.

"So you're not married any more?"

"No, you're not seeing anyone?"

She shook her head.

"No."

Her voice was a breathy whisper and he growled low in his throat as lust hit him. He needed her.

"You're coming home with me."

Her breath stuttered and she looked back into his green eyes. His hair was longer than before and curled messily around his head. He hadn't shaved and red stubble covered his chin and cheeks.

"Yes, sir."

He placed money on the table and pulled her to her feet. He lead her from the bar and into the Bentley that waited outside. She felt her friends' eyes on her back but didn't turn, as he opened the door for her and she slid inside.

He leant forward to speak to the driver before settling back next to her. Neither of them spoke as they drove and he stole glances at her from the corner of his eye. She was looking around the back seat of the car marveling at the expensive leather seats and occasionally looking forward to the driver. Finally they pulled up outside his apartment building and the driver came round to open the door for them. She climbed from the car and waited while he spoke.

"That will be all for tonight, thank you."

"Yes, Mr Garcia."

Alejo took her hand and lead her inside and up to his flat. He unlocked the door and she stepped inside looking around.

"Wow, this is beautiful."

He leant against the door and watched as she walked further into the apartment. She walked to the large window and looked out over the city. The sun was beginning to set and the lights below them shone brightly into the dusk. She noticed the door leading out to the balcony and walked outside. She rested her arms on the railing and watched the cars moving below her.

He came to stand behind her and ran his hand down her back and cupped her rounded ass. Her eyes closed and she pressed back against his hand. He moved his hand down to the back of her thigh before running his fingers back up to her ass under her dress and felt the silk of her panties that barely covered her ass. He kneaded the skin with his fingers and her hands curled around the railing as she pushed back harder against his hand and he moved to stand behind her. She stretched onto tiptoes in her heels and her ass brushed against his hard length in his trousers.

He slipped a hand round to her stomach and slipped it down between her thighs. He could feel her juices soaking her panties and cupped her mound with his large hand. She moaned and pushed back harder against his erection and he found her clit through the materiel. He circled the small nub of flesh slowly and dropped her head forward. Her hips began to thrust slowly against him and he allowed her to move, to find her own pleasure and listened to the husky moans coming from her plump lips. He slipped his hand into her panties and pushed one finger inside her.

"Oh fuck, I forgot how tight you were, pet."

Her hips still moved against him and he gritted his teeth as her ass brushed against his cock. He added a second finger and she cried out softly. Her clit pressed against his palm and he wrapped her plaited hair around his hand and pulled her head back. He kissed her neck, sucking and marking the skin and she shivered. Her hands held the railing tightly and she fucked herself on his hand.

"Please, sir, can I cum?"

He felt surprise. He hadn't expected her to ask. The question brought back memories of when he could call her his and he began to move his fingers inside her.

"Not yet. Not until I say you can."

She whimpered and held her breath, fighting back her orgasm. Her stomach clenched and pleasure shot through her. Her hips moved against him erratically, jerking as she built higher until she cried out pleading with him.

"Please! Please can I cum?"

"Do you need to cum?"

She nodded.

"Tell me what it feels like."

"You're driving me crazy. Please, sir, I need it so bad."

He smiled and whispered in her ear.

"Cum for me, pet, let me feel you."

She came on a strangled scream and her hips thrust hard back against him rubbing against his cock and he groaned at the feeling.

Her juices spilled from her sweet pussy and he brought his fingers to his lips. He had forgotten how good she tasted and he groaned almost cumming right there. Instead he swung her into his arms and walked through to the bedroom.

He sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. He ran his hands up her legs and hooked his fingers under her panties. He pulled them down and balled them in his fist, then running his fingers back up her legs to spread them. Her dress fell down between her thighs hiding her pussy from his view and he looked up her body. She shivered at the dark lust in his eyes and pulled her dress up around her hips. He growled as her pussy came into view and spread her legs wider. Leaning forward he ran his tongue up her slit collecting her juices and she pushed her hips up towards his mouth. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and held her hips down with his strong forearm against her pelvis. Flicking his tongue out again he caught her little clit and she fell back against the be d. He smiled and blew gently on her hot skin. She shuddered against him and he looked up her body to her flushed face.

"I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever thought you could. I going to tease you and make you wait until you think you can't take any more then I'm going to make you cum over and over again. I'm going to fuck your pussy until you can't take it any more then I'm going to fuck your ass until you scream for me and all you have to do is cum. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"What do you need to do?"

"Cum, sir."

"What do you need to do?"

"I need to fucking cum."

Her hands curled into the sheets and she trembled. He slowly circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before moving down and thrusting deep into her hot, tight pussy. She moaned and her legs tightened around him pulling his head closer. She had thought about him every day for the last three years. Even towards the end with Brendan she hadn't been able to keep her mind from wandering to his large hands, his rough treatment of her and the feeling of his thick cock stretching her pussy. Now he was with her again she knew she would never be able to walk away from him again. His tongue alternated from teasing her clit to driving deep in her pussy and it didn't take long before she was shaking and her hands dug into her hair.

The heels of her shoes dug painfully into his back and he growled, pushing his tongue deeper into her. He could feel her quiver around him and the warm scent of her arousal filled his head. He moved his hand to her clit and his fingers worked against her and she cried out. Her back arched on the bed and her fingers tugged at her hair as she fought against her orgasm. Her soft lips parted and her breathing was ragged as her lithe body squirmed on the bed. Her hands moved from her hair to cover her breasts through her dress and she toyed with her nipples through the materiel.

"Sir, please can I cum?"

Her voice was a soft whine and she thrashed against the bed as her orgasm built to new heights. He smiled against her soft pussy and thrust his tongue deeper into her. His fingers worked faster against her sensitive clit and her hips bucked against his mouth. He looked up her body and met her dark eyes. He winked and she knew she had his permission.

She fell back against the bed surrendering herself to her orgasm and her body jerked and twitched as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her juices spilled from her pussy onto his tongue and he drank them down greedily savouring her taste before thrusting his tongue back deep in her pussy and working her clit between his finger and thumb. She was shaking uncontrollably, incoherent noises coming from her throat and her hands had fallen onto the bed beside her as she rode out her orgasm. He didn't stop his movement against her and fell into the rhythm he knew drove her crazy.

He took his fingers and tongue from her sweet pussy and stood. She looked up at him her eyes almost scared at the expression on his face. He looked furious and she shivered and tried to move away from him. He took hold of her ankle and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He grabbed the zip on the side of her dress and yanked it down. He stripped her dress from her, she didn't wear a bra, and was now wearing only her heeled black shoes. He pushed his suit jacket away from his shoulders and stripped his white shirt from his body throwing it to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pushed his trousers and boxers down. He stood back between her legs and she looked up at his hard muscled body.

He walked his fingers up her thighs and pushed gently spreading her further. Slowly he pushed his thick cock inside her and she arched her back. She had forgotten how big he was and moaned as his thick length stretched her.

"Oh fuck, Bella, I thought about you every day. I dreamt about your tight little pussy, your little moans, it drove me crazy."

His voice was low as he held himself deep inside her and she moaned quietly. He began to roll his hips against her and felt her pussy quiver around his thick length.

He held onto her hips and pulled out until only the swollen head was inside her wet heat before slamming back inside her. Her soft breasts bounced with his thrusts and he sped up watching them, almost hypnotised. He pulled her legs up and over his shoulders and turned his head to gently bite her calf. Her hands curled into the sheets and she bit her lip as her orgasm grew again. No one could make her feel the way he could and tears formed in her eyes as the pleasure began to envelope her. He thrust harder, hitting against her cervix and she cried out as pain laced the pleasure and her eyes slammed closed. He held her thighs tightly, bruising her soft skin and thrust faster.

"Open your eyes, pet. I want to see you lose control."

She forced her eyes open and looked into his face. His strong jaw was clenched as he fucked her mercilessly and his green eyes burned into her. He looked from her flushed face to her soft breasts, to his thick cock pounding into her swollen pussy. Her mouth hung open as she panted for breath and he knew she was close again. He thrust harder and rubbed his thumb across her clit. She cried out and her eyes pleaded with him. Her pussy milked his cock and he gritted his teeth against his own orgasm. He wanted to feel her cum around him again so he worked her clit faster and she trembled violently.

"Please, sir, I need to cum."

He growled low in his chest and thrust harder. She fought against her orgasm as long as she could but couldn't keep it back any more. She let out a husky scream and her pussy convulsed around him, her eyes rolling back in her head and he stilled, waiting for her to come back down and focus on him again.

"I'm sorry. I tried but I couldn't... you felt too good."

Her voice was a low whisper and she watched him warily. He stepped away without saying a word and flipped her over. Her chest was pressed against the bed and her ass was thrust towards him. He ran his hand over her ass and she shivered in anticipation.

"I said you weren't to cum until I told you to."

He squeezed her ass and she moaned quietly.

"Please, sir, I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it back any more."

"You dirty little girl, you're just a little slut aren't you?"

She whimpered and her eyes closed as his fingers played over her ass. "Yes, sir."

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm your little slut, sir."

He smiled and looked down at her.

"Good girl."

He brought his hand down in a blistering smack against her ass and she jumped, crying out. He smoothed his hand over the red print already blooming on her soft skin until she mewled in pleasure. He spanked her again on the other rounded cheek of her ass and she bit her lip muffling her scream. He landed four more smacks on each cheek and by the end she was quivering and screaming. He spat on his hand and pushed two fingers into her ass.

"Oh, god."

She tossed her head back, throwing her long hair down her back and he began to move his fingers inside her, stretching her tight hole. Her hips pushed back against him until he took his fingers from her and she whimpered. He spat on his hand again and rubbed his cock. It was still wet from her juices and he pushed against her pink rosebud.

The head of his cock slipped inside her and she bit the sheets beneath her. He groaned in pleasure as her hot, tight ass gripped his thick cock and held her hips tightly, pulling her back against him. He pushed into her until his hips pressed against her ass and he was buried deep inside her. He held himself still inside her while she adjusted to his large cock inside her ass and when she pushed back against him, wiggling her hips slightly he began to move, thrusting deep inside her.

"Oh god, I forgot how fucking good it felt. I thought about fucking your tight little ass every day. I couldn't stop thinking about you. You cannot leave me again."

"I wont, sir."

He wrapped her long plait around his fist and pulled so her back arched, creating a beautiful curve. He thrust harder against her, pushing deep in her tight ass and his free hand slid round her stomach and between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet and he teased her clit with his fingers. Her muscles tensed and her legs trembled, her ass pulsed around his cock and he moved faster against her clit.

"You cannot leave me again."

He repeated his command and thrust harder, listening to her choked sobs.

"I wont leave you, sir."

Her voice was a husky whisper and she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. The feelings were almost too much and she reached behind her and spread the soft cheeks of her ass.

"Please, sir, fuck my tight little ass and fill me with your cum, please."

He growled at the filthy words coming from her pretty mouth. He fucked her harder and worked his fingers faster against her clit. He pulled harder on her hair and she moaned at the pain in her head. He slammed into her once more and came hard, calling out her name and filling her tight hole with his hot cum. She screamed and sobbed as her orgasm gripped her and her ass convulsed around his cock, milking the last of his cum from him.

He stood still breathing heavily and let her fall back to the bed. He pulled out of her tight heat and picked her up. Climbing onto the bed he held her against his broad chest and stroked her back softly. He kissed her shoulder and she wiped the tears from her cheek.

"Are you okay, pet?"

She nodded and curled tighter against his chest. It was the first time he had held her like this and she savoured the feeling of his muscled arms around her. He pulled the band from her hair and ran his fingers through the soft, red waves. She still used the same shampoo and he breathed in her scent. She still trembled against him and he ran his hand down her back and over her thighs. He tilted her head up until she looked at him and felt guilt run through him as he saw the tears still in her big dark eyes.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, pet, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't. I just forgot how good you felt. No one makes me feel the way you do, sir. I never want to be away from you again."

He smiled and slid down the bed until he lay on his back. She was still curled against his chest and her fingers played with the soft red curls there. After a few minutes her breathing turned soft and even, and he knew she was asleep. He could hear his phone ringing and gently untangled himself from her and walked through to the living room. He picked up his phone and saw the name.

"Hi, Elora."

"Good evening, sir. I was just wondering whether you would be coming to see us?"

"Not tonight, baby. Something came up."

"What would you like me to do with Luanna?"

"Tell them they can look but not touch. No one has her tonight."

"As you wish, sir."

Her voice was a soft purr and he hung up. Climbing back into bed with Bella he held her close and fell asleep with her in his arms and a smile on his face. They slept for a few hours until her soft moans woke him. Her eyes were still closed but she whimpered and soft words were audible.

"No, please."

He gently shook her awake and her dark eyes flew open. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. He sat up and stroked her back waiting to see what she would say.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

The moonlight shone in through the large windows and bathed her skin in a soft glow. She refused to meet his eyes and he shushed her gently.

"It's okay, pet. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just a bad dream."

"Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head violently sending her hair flying over her shoulders and he shushed her again.

"It's okay, you don't have to."

He still stroked her back and finally she turned to look at him.

Her eyes were shining and she looked down at his lap. His cock was hard, standing straight up, and her small pink tongue came out to wet her lips. He smiled and slid his hand into her hair. He pulled her down until she rested on her knees with her chest against the bed between his legs. She took hold of his cock and squeezed gently. Her tongue flicked over the head of his cock, collecting the drop of precum that had already formed there. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip leaving a trail of saliva before taking the head into her warm mouth and circling her tongue around him.

He groaned and tightened his hold on her hair but allowed her to move as she wanted. She moved her head down and dragged her tongue across the soft skin of his balls and he groaned again. She sucked one gently into her warm mouth and he dropped his head back against the pillows his eyes closing on a low moan of pleasure. She moved to the other one and toyed with it, her warm tongue driving him crazy. She licked back up the thick shaft of his penis and took the head back into her mouth, bobbing down, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She looked up into his eyes and swallowed so his whole length slid down her throat and he had to fight from cumming.

"Oh, fuck."

He spoke through gritted teeth as he watched her swallow his cock and begin to move, bobbing up and down. Her mouth could barely fit his whole girth inside and her small hands were wrapped around the base squeezing gently. With a growl, he pulled her away and dragged her onto his lap. Her legs fell either side of his and his cock pressed against the entrance of her pussy. He held both her wrists in one hand behind her back and thrust up, burying himself inside her.

"Ahh."

Her head fell back as he stretched her again and she began to move. She bounced on his cock and his free hand curled around her throat. Her eyes widened as her air was mostly cut off and she stared at him in panic.

"Don't fucking stop."

His words ground out from his clenched teeth and she began to roll her hips against him. She thrust hard and fast building her orgasm quickly. He held her wrists tighter, pulling down, and her back arched pressing her soft breasts against the hard muscle of his chest. He growled and thrust up hard against her. His orgasm gripped him and she felt his thick cock pulse inside her as he filled her with his hot cum. She moaned and her head fell back as she came around him, her sweet juices coating him and she dropped her head forward to rest on his shoulder. He released his grip on her and wrapped his arms around her. He stroked her skin and listened as her breathing returned to normal. Her fingers played across his chest and he closed his eyes, just enjoying feeling her against him again.

"What do you do now?"

Her question surprised him. He thought she had fallen asleep again.

"I run a club."

"A club? Like a nightclub?"

A soft laughed rumbled from his chest and he dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

"Something like that."

"I'd like to see it sometime, if it's okay with you, sir?"

He thought for a moment.

"Then come tomorrow night."

He reached over and opened the drawer of the night stand. He pulled out a card and placed it in her hand.

"Things normally don't start until eight, so any time after that, pet."

She looked at the card in her hand. "Bella's"' was written in black across the top and beneath was an address and phone number. She gazed at the card not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Bella's?"

He nodded.

"Did you name it after me?"

"You were all I thought about, Bells."

He stroked her hair.

"Get some sleep pet."