Page 54 of Master of My Life

“Won’t do?” She arched a brow. “Not much.”

“Come kneel in front of me and suck me off.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “If you want that kind of service, I can take you in the back. The girls there

are quite accommodating.”

“No, I want that pretty little mouth of yours on my dick. Now.”

She leaned forward and set the stemmed glass on the wooden table between them. Her breasts

moved forward, giving Damian another tantalizing tease. “If you ever ask me to do that again, I’ll

make sure you never see your dick again.” She stood and took three long strides away.

“Sydney.”

She stopped and turned, her eyes cold.

“Come sit down. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” He smiled benevolently.

Several hours later, Damian stood, glancing back at Sydney stretched out on his bed. Her skin was

flushed, her nipples hard, and she had more than one bruise on her hip.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I have a meeting.” He leaned over to stroke her hip, pressing his thumb into the darker bruises.

She gasped in pain. He smiled and walked toward the bathroom.

“Can I come?”

Damian stopped and turned back to her. “You want to come to my meeting? We just met.”

She rolled onto her back and stretched out her long legs. “I find you interesting.”

Damian chuckled. “I know you do.” He tilted his head. “Enough to suck on my cock again?”

She gave a pretty smile. “Maybe.”

“I thought you didn’t do that.” She’d protested until he’d convinced her otherwise.

“As I said, I find you interesting.”

“You only suck on interesting men’s dicks?”

“Maybe.” She smiled up at him.

“I don’t think you’d find my meeting interesting.”

“Why do you go then?”

“I said you’d not find it interesting, not me. I find them very interesting.” He sat on the bed and

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