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“No.”
“Lap dances?”
“Never. Well, not yet.”
“You a whore?”
“Hell no.”
“So, you didn’t plan to get completely naked for me?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly.
Kingpin’s other hand stroked my neck. “Yes, you do. You came back here to fuck. I can tell. Doesn’t matter. I don’t feel like watching. Not tonight. I’m going to take your clothes off myself.”
His painted nails dug into me, into my neck and stomach, warning me what I was in for.
“Women here do as I say. Can you do that?” Kingpin breathed a question.
“Maybe,” I answered.
“Not good enough,” he replied.
Everything sped up then. Like an animal, he attacked. He ran his large hands up under my shirt and plucked it off. His mouth fell to my shoulder to gently bite while he made quick work of my bra. He took no time to enjoy my breasts, only crashed me hard into the metal door I’d come through. Kingpin kissed his way up my neck, his beard scratchy behind it. Them being smashed against his chest drove me wild while his hands dipped lower.
“Button fly. What is it the eighties?” He mumbled into my ear while he was taking off my shorts along with my panties. His hand slapped my wet pussy.
I breathed hard.
“I like a shaved cunt.” He ran a knuckle against my clit, the big rings on his fingers feeling amazing. He stuck a finger inside me. Whirling it around, he said, “I see you’re ready.”
I’d never gotten naked so instantly much had a man’s finger up in me so unannounced.
His urgency continued. Even quicker, Kingpin stepped back and whipped off his leather pants, revealing he wore no underwear. He also shaved or something. There was no hair on his body besides his long hair and beard. I gawked at his pierced cock, the ring under the head of his enormous dick. My lips turned up seeing, its size matched his big dick energy.
He snapped the belt in his hands, getting my attention. I jumped and made a noise. He raised an eyebrow to that. Next thing I knew, he looped his belt behind my head. Suddenly, his belt fastened on my throat. My hand flew to my neck, feeling the metal against it.
Holy shit. What kind of kinky shit was this? Almost panicking, I reasoned the belt wasn’t tight. It wasn’t strangling me or anything. However, Kingpin controlled the slack. The leather strap wound around his hand, he tugged.
Our eyes met.
Looking like the devil, he smirked. “I’ve got you.” Taking the belt, he turned and led me across the room to his throne. I had no choice but to follow. I watched his muscular ass. No tattoos there. The hard floor gave way to plush carpet until we reached a couple of stairs.
“Kneel,” he demanded when we reached the fancy chair.
I sank to the floor in front of him.
Kingpin petted my hair as I gazed up at him. He sat, and I eyed his cock before me.
“I’m ready,” he said, taking the strap.
“For what?”
“Your audition, love.”
I almost laughed.
Yanking on the belt, Kingpin shut me up. “The men around here aren’t nice. How are you going to handle that when they come at you? They’re going to do some weird shit. More importantly, you’ll have to handle me.”
