Page 17 of Ruthless God

With a flick of my fingers, I press the button on the side of his chair. The music starts. The timer begins.

And then I move.

“How much time am I getting?”

“Three minutes,” I answer as I dance.

“That’s not long enough.”

I spin, grinding against him before I answer, “Then I guess you’ll be giving me more money.”

“Guess so.”

I arch against his crotch, making him grunt. Good. I need the upper hand in here.

“So, Cecely, what are the rules back here?”

I smile, even though my back is still toward him.

“First time at a strip club?” I wait a beat. “Out on the floor, there’s no touching. Same in a private dance.” I spin to face him. “In here, well, the rules are less strict.”

“So I can do this?”

He reaches around, cupping my ass with both of his large hands.

“Yup.”

“And this?”

One hand moves to my hip while the other skims between my legs.

“Uh huh.”

“And if I asked to touch you beneath your clothes?”

I smile. “That would be an extra grand.”

He grunts, his voice low and edged with something dark. “So, we’re up to two grand. What else can I get back here?”

I lean in, my breath ghosting against the side of his mask, wishing I could feel his skin beneath my lips. Damn this stupid mask. Instead of nipping at his ear like I want to, I shift tactics.

Slowly, deliberately, I straddle his lap, pressing my body flush against his. His hands find my hips, firm but not demanding, letting me set the pace.

I tilt my head, letting my lips hover near where his jaw would be. “That depends,” I murmur, rolling my hips ever so slightly. “How much are you willing to spend?”

His fingers tighten on me, a silent promise, a challenge. The air between us thickens, charged, and I can tell he’s the type who isn’t used to being denied. And yet, I hold all the power right now.

Giving him a small smirk, I reach down and pull the side of my suit aside. He wastes no time running his fingers through my heat.

“So wet. Is this all for me, Cecely?”

I rock against his fingers. “Maybe.”

He pulls back his hand, making me pout.

“So, for two grand I get six minutes, and I can pet your pussy. What else is on the table?”

The light flashes on the side of his chair, which means his time is almost up.

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