The Secrets that Burn our Souls

Desmond

I was in my element.

And as cliché as I would sound I must say that my idea of an ideal nights out what's right now in this moment.

I owned many clubs around the country but this one was my favorite.

And even though a lot of people think that I owned so many clubs around the country was because I thought it was a good business venture, I would like to say that they were dead wrong.

Now don't get me wrong clubs were a good business venture but I could care less about the money.... I had too much of that already.

Now the reason that I had too many clubs was because I loved clubbing, simple as that... not really any complicated back story or whatever the fuck anyone was expecting.

I just loved the thrill of the night.

Today I was in the Knight Club one of the many clubs that I owned except this one was my favorite.

I had a glass of whiskey in my hands and I was seated in one of the chairs in the VIP section.

There was thick with the smell of sweat and smoke and the music was so loud that I could feel my ears burn.

Absolute perfection.

There was something about this scenery that was just so raw.

In here everyone could be themselves and unleashed their deepest desires, there was no need to pretend to be who you're not here. This was freedom.

"Lovely to see you again Mr. Knight"

I smirked when I saw her..... "Sloane, you going to come over here or not"

Now if there was one word to describe Sloane it would be fucking sexy. She was one of the workers over here at the club and she looked like a fucking meal with that fucking body suit that couldn't even house her large breasts.

Now I was not a lover boy but I liked to take care of my women, right before I ruined them.

She sauntered towards me, hips slaying with every step she took "do you need help with anything Sir?" she asked batting her eyelashes at me. At such close range I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and straining to be freed.

Sloane was my regular, and that was because she never expected anything more.

I hated those clingy fuckers.

She was wild, but she did not possess the same innocent energy like a certain freeloader over at my place.

I was thinking about her... Seriously, right now?

I needed to get fucking laid.

I spread my hands out on the couch and opened my legs "I need you to get over here and suck my cock" I growled.

Her eyes widened slightly, before she smirked. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her hands working quickly to unbuckle my belt.

The spot we were sitting in was open, anyone could see us. I didn't care and I doubt she did either.

We had done this way too many times already.

Her lips parted as she freed my cock.

I was what they called blessed in size and girth and my Prince Albert piercing was something that I took great pride in.

That was the secrets in making women feel good.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her towards me.

"Suck,"

One word but I said it with so much commanded, and she immediately obeyed, taking me into her mouth, your lips stretching around my girth. I groaned, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth was driving me wild.

I closed my eyes and could not help but let my mind wander what if it was someone else with her mouth around my cock.

A little menace with a smart, out I guess I could put it to good use....

I could feel every fiber in my bones protesting, like I was doing the wrong thing, like somehow I was betraying my-

I had to snap out of it!

Sloane bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around my shaft, as she reached her hands to cup my balls. I could feel the pressure building, my cock throbbing in her mouth.

She looked up at me, her eyes leaking tears smudging her eyeliner, but she didn't stop. She took me deeper, her throat constricting around the head of my cock.

She was such a pretty crier.

"Fuck, Sloane," I growled, my grip tightening in your hair. "You're such a good girl, taking my cock like that."

You moaned around me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. I could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the need to release.

"I am going to come down your throat and you are going to take it like a good girl"

I pulled you off me, giving her a second to catch her breath before I pushed her back my cock.

I held her down on me until I felt her nose tickle at my pubic hair.

Damn she had no gag reflex.

With a tiny grunt I released down her throat.

She stood up and wiped her lips "well that was fun"

I got out a few dollar bills and handed it to her "next time"

"Always a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Knight"

I heard movement behind me and when I turned it was him... Andrew Smith.

I knew men like him, I mean his name was enough to tell the kind of person he was. Basic, boring and so fucking predictable.

And from the way he swallowed. I knew that he just saw everything that happened.

I smirked "can I help you?" I asked.

He cleared his throat "oh Mr. Knight you have been so hard to get a hold of" he said nervously.

"Take a seat" I said and he scrambled to sit down immediately beside me.

Fucking pussy.

"I have a business proposition for you" he said.

My eyes slid to the ring on his index finger and when he saw me looking, he quickly turned it away.

It was too late though but he did not have to know that. It would ruin the fun and quite frankly I was only just beginning.

I leaned over with an interested look in my eyes "tell me more about it"

"The Peterson Grand Hotel.... Something tells me that you will be interested in what I have to say"

"Interesting"