Worthy (Challenge Series, #3)

by Kiru Taye

  He felt as if he was far removed from this scene and he didn’t know what had possessed him. But he was still a human being and this woman made him reckless. Made him want to throw caution to the wind.

  Anyway what was so wrong in showing her? If no man had ever given her an orgasm, then he’d be the first. And then she’d shut up and stop pushing him.

  He grabbed her hand and tugged her out, back into the dimly lit hallway.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, keeping a step behind him.

  “You’ll see.” He’d done some crazy things in his time. But fucking her in a restroom wouldn’t be one of them. Still, he picked up on her need to exhibit and it matched his craving.

  They walked back into the busy club and she followed him upstairs to the VIP lounge. The bouncer in black t-shirt and slacks who guarded the entrance let them through. Someone seemed to have taken the seat Peter had previously occupied.

  Peter strode to the bar and leaned on the polished black granite counter. “You know who I am, right?”

  “Sure, sir.” The barman replied as he dried a glass with a tea towel. “You’re my boss’s friend from Park Hotel next door.”

  “That’s right. I’m Peter and one of the owners of the hotel. I want you to do something for me.”

  “Sure, sir. What can I do for you?”

  “Close the VIP Lounge for the next hour. I’m going to pay to use it exclusively.”

  “Okay. Let me speak to the manager.” The man lifted the flap of the counter before walking through a side door.

  “Peter, what are you doing?” Tessa asked, giving him a confused smile.

  He turned to her, placed his hands on her shoulders and released a slow-building smile. “I’m being reckless and spontaneous for the first time in years. We’re going to have fun.”

  “Fun?” She giggled. “You don’t need to book the whole VIP Lounge for us to have fun.”

  “Wait until you find out what I have in mind, then you’ll know why we need the lounge to ourselves.” He winked at her.

  Warmth spread through him as adrenaline spike in his blood. He would enjoy the evening and if what he suspected about Tessa proved correct, then she’d derive pleasure from their time here too.

  The barman returned with the manager. Peter spoke with him briefly explaining his requirements. The manager was happy to oblige. They ushered the rest of the guests away, informing them the area was being closed for an emergency, amid murmurs of protests from those evicted.

  Peter returned to the now vacant armchair in the darkened corner. He positioned the one next to it exactly the way he wanted before indicating for Tessa to sit.

  “But I can’t see the rest of the club from this angle.” She glanced at the balustrade and back to him.

  “The only person you need to look at is me. Go on.” He settled in his chair.

  “Okay.” Her smile was back to being tempting as she obeyed. “I’m happy to stare at you all night long.”

  Peter chuckled. “That’s exactly how I want it.”

  Raising his hand, he called the waiter over and ordered their best champagne.

  “Well, you’re in a festive mood,” Tessa said after the waiter left to fulfil his request. She wore the bemused smile which indicated she still didn’t understand his actions.

  “We’re celebrating,” he replied. He’d be breaking his five-year-long celibacy.

  The waiter returned with the drink along with an ice bucket. Peter indicated for him to open the bottle, which he did, pouring the sparkling light gold liquid into the flutes.

  After the waiter left them alone, Peter passed one glass over to Tessa before picking up the other.

  “To having fun,” Peter saluted and took a sip of the bubbly drink, letting the fizz slide down his throat and loosen his limbs.

  “Yes, to fun.” Tessa smiled before indulging too. She drank with the proficiency of someone used to imbibing champagne.

  She probably got offered the drink by clients if she came here regularly. His chest burned and he inhaled deeply to dispel the sensation. Tonight wasn’t about her past or other men.

  He was the man with her in this moment and he wouldn’t ruin it.

  Returning the flute to the low table, he reached across to place his palm on Tessa’s bare thigh. The way he placed her seat meant that she sat directly facing him, her back to the aisle and balustrade. He’d dismissed the waiter and no one else was on this level with them for the next hour or so.

  “So, do you still want me to give you an orgasm?” he asked as he stroked her warm, pliant skin with his thumbs. He kept his touch light, feathering her skin.

  She sucked in another sharp inhale and her voice sounded breathy. “If you think you can.”

  “That’s fighting talk, girl.”

  She gave him a blasé shrug. “I know what I know.”

  He trailed his finger tips along her sides up from her hips, keeping the caress light so that the skin was sensitised. “I’m going to make you come right here. Do you have any objections? Speak them now.”

  Her gaze bounced around the space before she met his and her throat rippled again. “There’s nothing to say.”

  “Lift your dress up to your waist.”

  She sat there staring at him as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

  “Do you want to accept defeat already? If so, then you should apologise for thinking I wasn’t man enough for you.”

  He didn’t think she’d have a problem with the fact that they were in a club. After all, she’d intended to give him a blow job in the restrooms earlier. This was miles more sanitary and they wouldn’t be disturbed or overlooked.

  “Never,” she said, her boldness returning.

  His lips widened in a devilish grin. “Okay, then. Do as I said. Dress, up.”

  She eyed him. “Are we going to have sex in the chair?”

  He undid his cufflinks and rolled up his shirt sleeves. “The objective is to give you an orgasm. How I achieve it is my business. Once you lift your dress into position, I’m in control. Are you brave enough? Or are you all talk, Tessa?”

  “You bet I’m brave enough.” She huffed and hiked up her dress as she lifted her bum off the seat. The hem of the dress bunched around her midriff when she sat down again.

  His breath caught at the sight of all the fleshy chocolate thighs and black lace thongs.

  Damn. She was sexy.

  He swallowed. Heat flashed across his skin as his erection swelled. The need to feel her skin against his ramped up to another level.

  She parted her legs, taunting him, giving him a view of the tiny triangle of lace covering her pussy and the string that travelled up her crack. “Now, what?”

  He said nothing, just kept a lopsided smile on his face as he shifted to the edge of the chair.

  “Your body is beautiful and I have the mind to make you take off your dress so I can see all of you, right here.” He trailed his right fingers along the side of her thigh up to where it met her left hip and knickers. “But I’ll wait until we’re in the suite so I can take the time to savour every part of you. It’s a shame that no man took the time to show you pleasure. But I’m going to remedy that.”

  With his left hand, he undid the buckle of his belt before leaning back and pulling the belt out of the loops.

  Her eyes widened. “What are you going to do with that?”

  “I’m going to restrain you. I don’t want you moving until I’m done with you. Keep your hands to your sides.”

  He came to stand behind her and looped the belt under her breasts, around her body, buckling it back up so that her hands were trapped at her sides and she wouldn’t be able to move them.

  He circled her and came around to sit in front of her.

  “Is that it? Bondage? That your thing?”

  “Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” He hooked his fingers around her knickers. “Lift your hips.”

  Smirking at him, she complied and he pulled the u
nderwear from her. Lifting his hand to his face, he sniffed it. Her musk filled his nostrils and tingles travelled down his spine to his balls.

  God, he’d missed the scent of a woman. The fragrance of lust.

  He scrunched the lace up in his hand, feeling the damp evidence of her arousal on his fingers.

  Tessa sat bound in the leather armchair, staring at him as if mesmerised by his actions. Her pupil dilated, the pulse on her collar thumped fast. One dimmed spotlight dappled the bare skin of her parted thighs, catching the shimmer of her shaved, wet pussy.

  To be this close to a woman after so many years. Adrenaline rushed through his body and his hands trembled a little. His control threatened to slip. It had been too long, almost like the first time all over again.

  But this wasn’t his first time. And although there seemed a lot at stake here—his reputation and his ability to redeem men in Tessa’s eyes—he’d done this before. He knew a woman’s body well enough. He’d learned from a Master.

  He could do this. Would do this. “Open your mouth,” he said as he leaned forward.

  “What—”

  He stuffed the thong into her open mouth. “Don’t spit it out otherwise I’ll gag you properly and put a blindfold on you as well.

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

  “I’ll take it that you don’t want a blindfold and a gag.”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” He gave a wicked smile. “Now, this is a sight to behold. You at my mercy and not mouthing off at me. One more thing to do.”

  He pulled the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and undid the front clasp of her bra, making her big breasts spill out. They looked swollen and the nipples were hard and jutting up in tight peaks.

  His fingers itched to touch, and mould her supple flesh. To take her to the heights of pleasure again and again.

  Her chest rose and fell as she took quick breaths which made her breasts jiggle.

  He hardened at the sight and he imagined what it would feel like to have his cock sliding between the heavy mounds of soft flesh. His erection would be smothered as he held them snugly around him and took his pleasure.

  Perhaps her pink tongue would dart out and lick his broad crown as she tasted him.

  He sucked in a deep breath. The fantasy was so strong he turned into a rock in his trousers.

  He reached for her, caressing her smooth skin from her knees all the way up to her thighs. Her body was soft and he squeezed the skin, as his lips followed the trail his hands did.

  Her breathing sped up and he could see her heart beating almost out of her chest. He nibbled and bit as he explored her body but avoided her pussy. He would make her wait to feel him there. Increase her awareness and anticipation until she couldn’t bear it any longer.

  His hands covered both breasts, squeezing before he lowered his head and sucked the under flesh of the right one.

  “Oh...oh,” she moaned, the sound muffled by the piece of underwear in her mouth. Her body arched towards his mouth, her hips canted.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?” he asked as he tweaked a hard nipple between his thumb and fore finger.

  “Mmhmm.” She moaned again.

  He continued playing with her breasts until she was writhing and whimpering, her eyes pleading.

  His eyes followed the line of her body down to where her legs were spread wide. Her pussy lips were open, showing off the jewel of her clit. The opening glistened with her juices showing off her arousal.

  He stroked the tip of his finger on the chocolate skin at the top of her pussy, making her body jerk. She was already so sensitive and he’d barely done anything to her. All he’d done so far was to play with her breasts.

  How would she react if he nuzzled her labia, feeling the softness against his lips as he worked his way to the hard nub at the centre of her? He drew in a deep breath, taking in her scent of musk and Tessa.

  Her pussy juices dripped down onto the cushion of the chair. He traced a finger around her clit. She clenched her opening, dripping. For him.

  His dick pulsed. He wanted to pull it out and stroke himself. Better still, sink into her. Instead he licked his lips as he thrust his middle finger into her slit.

  She jerked her body, letting out a strangled moan. “Oh...Oh...Oh.”

  He slid his finger out and inserted a second one. Head back, eyes half-lidded, she arched off the chair, and clenched around him. She was hot and so responsive he was at risk of coming.

  “Do you know how beautiful you look?” His voice sounded husky as he shifted close to her. “Seeing you respond to me so eagerly. I’d almost forgotten what a rush it can be.”

  He pumped in and out, her pussy leaked down his hand. Her body writhes as if in rhythm to the thumping base of the loud music. Her eyes widened as if she didn’t expect to respond to him like this.

  “Yes, I’m the one doing this to you, Tess. I found your button and I’m going to make you come.”

  He smiled at her as he pulled his fingers out, spreading the nectar around her clit before plunging back in, just as he took her right nipple into his mouth and suckled it. Three of his thick fingers ravaged her pussy as his thumb clamped down her on clit.

  Her insides rippled around his digits a few seconds before the rest of her body jerked hard and she let out a continuous moan for seconds. She jerked again and again before going completely limp.

  When he lifted his head and pulled out his hand, her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. He reached behind and undid the belt holding her in place. She went limp in the chair, her head lolling to the side.

  He wiped his hands on a napkin and looped his belt back into his trouser, his dick throbbing. He lifted the glass of champagne and drank some as a distraction from his hard on.

  She opened her eyes, her expression dazed and replete.

  His lips curled in a slow, satisfied smile. “So, what’s your verdict? Did I redeem the men of Nigeria?”

  She sat up and pulled the lace out of her mouth, squeezing it in her hand. She still wore a slightly shocked expression. “I... You more than redeemed them. Can we do that again, just to make sure it’s not a fluke?”

  He chuckled. “We can certainly do it again once we’re in my suite.”

  Her eyes twinkled as she straightened her clothes, stared at the panties before stuffing them in her bag. She pulled out a flashing phone up to her ear.

  “Anuli, I can’t hear you properly.” She held a finger to the other ear to block the sounds out.

  “I’m still in Xtasy. The VIP Lounge.” She lowered the phone and leaned forward. “Is it okay if my friend comes up?”

  “Sure,” he replied, getting to his feet.

  “Yes. I’ll see you in a minute.” She spoke into the phone before putting it down.

  Peter walked over to attendant at the VIP entrance and informed him to let Anuli in when she came up.

  The girl was already walking up the stairs.

  “You must be Anuli.” He waved her in. “I’m Peter.”

  She gave him an incredulous stare before responding. “Hi, Peter.”

  “Tessa is over here.” He led back to the sitting area.

  The girl in question had moved from the chair and was no on a long sofa.

  “There you are,” Anuli said as she sashayed over.

  “Yes,” Tessa replied with a big smile on her face. “Peter and I were celebrating. You won’t believe how much he offered.”

  Anuli glanced up at Peter before staring back at Tessa. “What?”

  “Five big ones?”

  Anuli pulled Tessa aside and lowered her voice but Peter could still hear them. “Do you mean fifty-K? I thought we were going for one hundred for both of us.”

  Peter wondered what that was about but didn’t say anything as he watched them.

  “No. Not Fifty G. Five Million.”

  “You’re kidding me.” Anuli glanced back at Peter and he raised his brows.

  “No, I’m not,”
Tessa turned around with a full grin. “He said Five Million.”

  “Oh. My. God!” Anuli stared at him with her mouth agape. Then her face puckered in a frown as she turned to face Peter. “What exactly do you want from us?”

  “Us? I’m paying for Tessa. Not both of you.” His back stiffened. What was going on?

  “That’s where you’re wrong, sir. You see we come as a package deal.” Anuli placed her arm around Tessa's shoulders. “If you buy one, you get the other.”

  “Tessa, what’s going on?” He didn’t like the way Anuli was smirking at him as if she knew something he didn’t.

  “Well, Mr I’ll-buy-you. You just got yourself a bargain. You bought one—” she pointed at her chest and then at Anuli’s “and you got a second one for free. Are you man enough for two women or are just chicken?” She cocked her brow.

  Shit. He’d just been had. Outmanoeuvred. Played by a player.

  If he said yes, then he’d have to take both of them. But if he said no, then she’d walk back into the club and he’d be back to square one.

  Chapter Nine

  “Now that you have us up here, how do you want us?” Tessa asked sashaying across the living space of the suite and perching on the corner of one of the sofas.

  Anuli followed her, her walk slower as she glanced around the room with a bright smile on her face as if she admired the space.

  Peter shut the door to the suite with a click and stood there as he sucked in a deep breath. The situation had run away from him in the night club. He’d underestimated Tessa.

  He’d had no option but to invite both girls up to his suite. He certainly hadn’t wanted to rehash the negotiations of buying Tessa. Neither had he been willing to let her walk away from him.

  Thankfully he was one of the owners of the hotel and although the night receptionist had glanced over at him and the women as they’d waited to catch the lift up, the man hadn’t said anything. He dreaded to imagine what the rumour would be once he passed on the information to the rest of the staff.