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“Oh, God! Yesss!” She cries out, her movement faltering, her body going rigid, her feet digging into the bed.

I stroke myself harder and faster, threatening to rip my dick off with how hard I pull on my cock. I need to finish with her, to blow my load as she cums on her sheets.

“Fuck!” I bark out as my climax roars through me, and I jump up from my seat, leaning over the desktop.

As she falls apart, her head thrashing side to side, her noises of ecstasy filling my room, my cum jets out of me,splattering all over the monitor. It coats the image of her, just how I want to cover her head to toe with it.

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The sound of her shuffling around in her room brings my attention back to her as I dry off from my shower. My towel hangs loosely from my hips, and water drips from me onto the floor as I pad over to the computer. She’s already cleaned up and dressed in a sexy, dark green, mini dress.

The sound that brought my eyes back to her is her stomping around her bedroom in extra high heels that clunk on the floor with every step. Her tits are barely contained in the strapless top of the garment, and her ass cheeks peek from the bottom hem. Her shapely legs look a mile long, and I almost drool at the sight of her. Any man who sees her wearing that is going to feel the same way, and that, I can’t have.

“Where are you going all dressed up like that, princess?” I ask the computer screen. “And who are you dressing like that for?”

I can feel a jealous anger rising up inside of me. She’s going to do something stupid. I just know it, and someone else is going to have to die tonight.

Fuck sweetheart, take a break, my pit’s kinda full right now.

I need to catch her before she makes me have to take someone else. The only one I want slung over my shoulder tonight, kicking and screaming, is her.

Throwing on the first pair of jeans in my closet, and a black compression shirt, I grab my boots and leather jacket fromthe chair outside the walk-in closet. No car will get me to her fast enough, I need to take the bike. Only on that can I go Mach Jesus and hopefully stop her before she makes me murder again.

“You’re giving me my wish though, baby. Because now I have a reason to take you sooner rather than later. Tonight…” I say as I straddle the motorcycle in the garage and pull on my helmet. “Tonight, you become mine, in flesh and blood.”

The bike fires up with a push of the ignition switch, with the sound of her engine echoing inside the garage as the door rolls upwards. I rev her up, again and again, until flames spit from her exhaust as I wait for the clearance to exit, and when there’s just enough room, I peel out. Leaving a long single strip of rubber on the cement floor.

I’m flying down the country roads, following the same path I brought home the other night with my dogs meal. I don’t want to run into any cops, or have too many people see me riding like a madman towards the woman who will most likely be the death of me in time.

The roads are smooth, thankfully, but they’re slick from all the rain, and I have to fight the front tire twice to keep it from wobbling out from under me as I race to catch her.

Her red hatchback is still in the driveway when I arrive, and I sigh a big breath of relief, fogging up the inside of my visor, but it’s cut short when the headlights click on, and it pulls into the road before I have a chance to block her path. Without stopping, I fall in behind her, staying back far enough so that she can’t see or feel me following her.

“You’re going to make me work for this huh, princess?”

She turns right, then another right, then left into the more urban areas of town. Cars pass by, and I even allow oneto separate us on the main avenue towards where I angrily think she’s going. When she turns into the parking lot and the lights from the main entrance of “Le Chateaux” brighten the sky I curse under my breath.

“Fucking here again? Didn’t learn your lesson last time?” I growl as I enter the rear parking lot, stopping my bike in the darkest corner there is, away from the security cameras and lights.

I don’t need to access the building like the rest of the patrons. My tryst with Samantha and her trust in me has come in handy a few times, and having the pass code to the back entrance is something I will forever be grateful for. I want to keep to the shadows, no witnesses and all that. When she goes missing, and someone finally reports that she’s gone, I don’t want the investigation to come back to me and my horny dick that forces me to her.

The rear hallways are deserted in the club, and my riding boots clunk on the floor as I make my way through the maze of playrooms. Music from the front gets louder as I make my way through, anxious to see where my princess is headed, and with whom.

When the hallways widen and the glass viewing windows to the public rooms come into view, I crane my neck back and forth, looking in all of them, seeking her. If luck has it, she won’t have a date, and she’ll still be out front in the reception and bar area looking for her fun for the night.

With my helmet still on, and me dressed down in denim and leather, I’m anonymous, but I can’t keep walking around the posh establishment in a blackened-out motorcycle helmet, it’s just not appropriate. I need to cover my face, to the point thatthe regulars know it’s me behind the mask, and for her to be oblivious.

The door to Samantha’s office clicks closed behind me quietly and I’m happy to find that the woman who is more sentimental than she lets on has kept one of my phantom masks from the days when we used to play. It’s hung on the wall behind her large cherry desk, like a trophy, where it looks down at her when she works, a constant reminder to her that I’m the only man that has ever made her tap out.

Mmmm, good times.

Sliding the white, half face mask down over my cheek, and tossing my helmet on the couch in the corner of the private office, I step back out into the hallways. Immediately people who disregarded me in my helmet acknowledge my presence and side step out of my way. My identity to those who know me in here is safe, what happens here stays here, and for those who are fortunate enough to have never met me, they will never know who the phantom was that did what I’m going to do tonight.

Lily is at the bar, her elbow leaning on it as she sits turned sideways, her legs crossed seductively, her finger tracing down the suited arm of Edward, one of the club’s regulars. Her hair sways on her shoulders as she chats with him, and his eyes scan her up and down like a predator eyeing up its prey.

Not tonight fucker, this one is mine.

I have to play it smartly. I can’t just waltz over there and grab her arm, dragging her away from him like some form of caveman, even though that’s how I feel seeing her flirting with him. It’ll cause a scene that could tarnish my reputation here. I need to maintain my level of authority here, and that will bejudged if I act irrationally, especially after the public display last week, when I literally carried her out of here in my arms.

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