Page 18 of Goddess of Mayhem

Chantelle’s body responds to my bite as she grinds against me harder, but when a grunt sounds from my throat, she clammers onto her feet. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she decides she’s not going to speak.

I stand, adjusting my pants against my hard cock, and I smirk when her gaze drops down to my crotch.

“I’m not a prostitute,” Chantelle says, raising her chin. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession from exerting herself.

“I didn’t pay you, Little Bird,” I remind her.

She stomps her heeled foot on the platform that the pole is on, and the sound echoes in the room. “You’re not supposed to touch the dancers.”

I chuckle lightly, then reach out and intertwine my fingers in her blonde locks once again, pulling her forward. Chantelle whimpers from the force, but something tells me it’s not from fear.

My head drops to her ear, and I trail my hand down her arm until it comes to rest on her lower back, pressing the hard line of my cock into her.

“It’s my club, darling,” I purr, pleased when I feel her body shudder slightly under my touch. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Wide eyes meet mine as she steps back, and I let her go, but I can’t resist tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I like when your hair is out of your face,” I admit. “Get on the pole.”

Chantelle’s eyebrows pinch together. I merely stand, waiting for her to move, but she doesn’t. Instead, she crosses her arms once more and pops out her hip in an act of defiance.

“Very well, then.” I smirk, taking two steps forward and grabbing the small woman off the ground. I hoist her up until all she can do is grab on to the pole, despite the way she thrashes against my hold at first.

Her legs wrap around me for stability since she is hanging from an odd angle, and I pry them apart to let her hands support her body.

“Dance,” I instruct, walking away as she scoffs behind me. I sit down, spreading my legs wide and adjust my erection while watching her arms begin to shake.

I have left her in an awkward position, and I imagine her muscles are beginning to burn.

Good, that is exactly what I want.

Chantelle’s hands start to sweat, making it easy for gravity to start pulling her down. All eloquence leaves her as she drops down on her heels, and her eyes narrow while she scowls at me.

I do not miss the flush on her cheeks from the slight embarrassment I caused her. A taste of punishment for her rejection. I raise an eyebrow at her, a pointed expression telling her that dirty looks will not get her far with me. I have survived the teenage years of Malia—Chantelle’s pouts do nothing but make me want to bite her lip until it bleeds.

Recovering quickly and giving up her act of defiance, she starts to dance again. My cock is angry and begging for release as I watch her twist and turn on the pole. That defiance comes back when she flips upside down, purposefully shielding her face with her hair. She’s holding on to the pole with her legs, and I don’t miss the dampness in her panties.

“Stop,” I command. She throws me another dirty look, and I smirk as I stand and walk over to her. Chantelle’s pussy is level with my head, so I secure her ankles with one hand and rub two fingers along her drenched slit. “Is all of this for me?” I ask, chuckling when she whimpers and grabs on to the bottom of the pole with her hands, arms still shaking.

My hands find her hips, and I steady her. Leaning down, I press my tongue against the wet lace of her panties. Her body shudders in response, and I groan when her taste melts on my tongue. I release one side of her hips and tear at her panties, throwing the shredded garment onto the ground.

My cock strains painfully against my pants, and I am barely holding on to my self-control. This is what brings me back here. This loss of control that I have nearly mastered throughout the years.

I swipe a finger between her wet slit, gathering some of her juices before running that finger along her mouth. Chantelle parts her lips and allows me to shove my finger inside inside, sucking on it as she moans.

“You fight me, yet you’re soaked for me.” I release her, smiling at her shaking arms. I know the blood is rushing to her head by now, and she is probably starting to become slightly dizzy. I begin to remove my belt and she gasps, which makes me chuckle. “Don’t let go, Little Bird. I’d hate for you to snap your neck before I choke you with my cock.”

My belt slips easily from the loops of my pants, and I weave it through her ankles. I secure the belt tightly, trying to ensure she won’t be sliding too much on the pole while I fuck some manners into her. Chantelle adjusts her sweaty hands on the pole as they begin to slide, but she does not slip down much.

Her beautiful mouth is at the perfect level now, so I make quick work of removing my cock from my slacks before rubbing my tip along her pouty lips.

Chantelle’s tongue snakes out and teases my head, the connection making my body break out in goosebumps. Fuck, it has been too long. She lets me guide my dick between her lips, and then she hollows out her cheeks, dropping all her reservations and welcoming me in with a moan.

I thrust forward, and she flattens her tongue, my cock hitting the back of her throat with ease. I growl in response, the feeling of her wet mouth wrapped around me snapping the last thread of willpower I had left. My hips punch forward relentlessly, and the sounds of her choking on my cock burn through my body like hellfire.

I lean forward and run my tongue between her pussy lips, and her hips buck the best they can in this position. She moans around my dick, and the vibration makes me bite down on her clit. She cries out a muffled scream. I flatten my tongue, teasing the bundle of nerves while she sucks my dick like it is her salvation in a dry desert.

Her body shudders, and her hands drop from the pole. Grabbing on to my legs, she is putting her trust in me that I will not let her fall while we take pleasure from one another. I hold on to her hips and press her back harder into the pole to steady her. My cock slams forward, seeking the release I so desperately need from her.

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