Jerald's POV

"Not today." I cursed, gazing at the stripper in front of me.

My hands curled around the bottle of Chablis, which was placed into a bucket of ice, forgotten for now.

"What do you mean by not today?" Max inquired from the other end of the phone while waiting for an answer, when all I could do was drag in air.

This was beginning to be frustrating, and I needed a release; that was why I was here. A fucking release and not to work. I required her out of my system, and if this was going to help, I was going to grab it. I needed to.

"I need to think this through, Max," I answered. "I need time to myself, and I need to do so without you in here."

"Fine, where are you? Are you home? I can come over, and we can look this through, you know, we have to make sure it is fine and..."

"I'm at the club," I replied, and the silence that followed told me what he was thinking of.

He was possibly having a hard time imagining the club and me together because I did not enjoy noisy places.

"Oh, Wales? Did he fuck up again? Don't you think it is about time you told him off? He can't keep messing up, and you can't keep cleaning his mess; he is an adult now. He should be able to do better; he owes not just you but your family that. Knowing that he has a reputation to uphold should be important, and..."

"It's not Wales, Max." I interrupted him.

"Then who?" He seemed lost. "Is that where the client chose? Where are you both supposed to meet? But why didn't you let me know so it would be easier for you? I know you don't like noisy places, and I would have preferred it if you weren't there. Do you need me there?"

"No." The stripper had her legs wide open with a grape on her stomach, which she let run down her body, and all I could think about was putting Claire in the same outfit with her moaning my name like she did the last time I fucked her, and she enjoyed it.

" I will be fine, and I have to go." I tapped on the phone, letting it thrill before I let it sit on the couch when I stood to my full height, peering at the stripper, my tongue ran on my lips.

She slammed her waist against the pole before arching over while making sure we never lost eye contact.

"Turn," I ordered. "And take a good look at me."

She did as she was told, even dropping to her knees as she let her fingers run on my belt." You are to call me your owner, and I will call you Claire." I let my palm grasp her chin, forcing her to take a look at me when she nodded.

Call me sick, but I needed to let this out. It had taken quite some time, but now I knew that there was no way I could let Claire out of my system, so I needed to fuck her so she would fit.

Love wasn't out of the question, but sex, sex with her, was different, exciting, and kept me hungry for more, and I wanted to fuck her until her pussy knew just me and no one else. Not even Wales. She was going to know me as the only one she was to fuck. Her boss and owner.

I dragged in breath when my belt let go, and my cock stood erect; all six inches came to a stand when she dragged in air at the sight.

"Don't tell me something as small as this is freaking you out," I questioned the stripper, who shook her head.

"Good," I answered before slamming my cock into her mouth.

She ran her tongue on my cock, taking in all the length, and it had me wondering if Claire would be able to do this as well. How perfect it would be in her mouth, and how loud she was going to scream.

She screamed when my hands fisted around her hair while I slammed into her mouth, fucking that mouth of hers while thinking about Claire in that position.

My hands tightened as I rammed my cock in. Hard enough to have her winded when I felt my come building up, and I quickened. I slammed harder, fucking while running my hands on her face. Her boobs clapped, now out of her tiny gown, as she knelt stark naked before me, and I could see her cunt dripping, telling me it was ready for me, ready to be fucked and drained.

My come shot into her throat, and she gulped it down with a smile on her face. My eyes widened when she stood up before slipping both fingers in between her legs while she shoved me on the couch.

I watched with a glint in my eye, every single thing happening. I wasn't a fool to let her have my cock. Not when she wasn't my Claire.

She slipped her finger in and out of her cunt, moaning, writhing while screaming, while I watched, imagining it was Claire doing that while her pussy juice ran out of her cunt.

She stood up when I approached, bending over the couch while I spanked her ass.

" Who am I to you?" I demanded when she pleaded.

" Fuck me."

" Who am I to you?" I demanded again when she shoved against my dick, wanting me to fuck her, but I wouldn't be doing that; I couldn't betray the woman who owned me.

"You are my owner, and I am your Claire," she finally answered.

"My Claire?" I answered, loving the sound of that. She was my Claire, and she was going to be mine to do whatever I wanted with.

To be tied up, fucked, bent, and made to suck on my cock as much as I wanted. She was never going to be anything else. She would only be mine and no one else.

Jerald's POV

She moaned, screamed, and panted, and I was glad that the room was soundproofed while I spanked her hard.

Hopefully, Claire will come to work tomorrow, and I won't need to do this again. If she comes, I will take her to bed, make sure she gets my cock, which was for her and no one else, and have her screaming and begging for me to stop.

I would do that to her because she would want it as well. I had seen it in her eyes before she slammed the door shut; first it was fury, then it was fury that she had done such with her ex-boyfriend's brother, and then rage that she had enjoyed it so much.

Even under the effect of the aphrodisiac, she could recall all she had done what I had done to her body, and it only showed that she had never forgotten. That she would never forget how much I had tainted her, and she would come back.

If she wasn't going to come back to work, then I would find her and insist on her coming back. I was ready to teach her and give her whatever she wanted, except my heart. I was going to groom her into being in love with my cock, and when I am done with her, the thought of any other man who isn't me will disgust her. She will be irritated by such even if it happens to be Wale.

"Yes. Please." The stripper begged cumming from what was just me slamming her ass with my palm, and it had me scoffing.

The thought of Claire being the one in her stead made me want to fuck her. Ink my name around her pussy, let her fit, mold her inside to fit just me, and I would do that.

Her pussy thrummed when my palm slapped on her pussy, "Touch yourself, and we might go ahead, that is, if you can get me aroused once more," I said to her, pointing at my semi-erect dick.

She has her fingers on her clit with two others inside her cunt while touching herself, and another on her boobs.

"Claire wants you, my owner. Come and take my pussy."

I held myself back, knowing I wasn't supposed to be here any longer than I already was.

I slipped my cock back into my trousers before placing a bundle of dollars on the table. I knew she could tell what it meant. She was to be discreet. That was another reason I had been here.

They knew they had to be discreet. The last thing I wanted was for my face to be sprawled across the news, suggesting I had spent the night with a stripper. I didn't want that.

"Will you be back?" She questioned, taking the dollar note as she held it to herself, when my lips curled up into a smile.

"That would depend," I answered her.

"On?"

"If she comes to me."

"I will pray that she doesn't then, and then we can roleplay."

I didn't say one more word as I made my way out, a little conscious of my face while I made my way out. My driver was waiting for me, or so I had thought, until I slipped into the car, coming face to face with the one person I wouldn't want to know about this.

"I was right after all. You weren't here to meet with a client."

"I am a man, and I have needs," I responded when he shook his head.

"I could have brought anyone you wanted."

"You wouldn't have been able to do that, Max. Even I was unable to get who I wanted, and it is fine."

" By whom you wanted, don't tell me it is who I am thinking about?"

"Who are you thinking about?"

"The girl you had a one-night stand with, you have been acting weird since you slept with her. Is there something I don't know?"

Was I to tell him that she had stormed the office and was the one whom I had accepted as an intern? And to worsen this, she happened to be Wale's ex-girlfriend? Wasn't that going to be too much?

Max would toss her away if he had a clue, and I wouldn't have a say because when he was out on something, he was ready to go through every single thing just to make that happen, and I knew he wasn't stopping it."Have you been able to find out who it is?" I questioned, dissuading whatever thought he might be having that would give him the notion that he might know who it is.

"I stopped because I don't want you losing focus. We have a lot to do, and the last thing I want right now is for you to lose focus. We can't afford that. The last one was a mess, and you are yet to properly heal."

"I am," I answered, even when I still hated women for how I had felt. How did that make me feel, even though I saw them as the same?

I told everyone I have healed, which they might see as a lie, but not me. I knew I had, at least to a certain degree.

Max drove, not saying one more word as he drove the mile to my condo, which stood at the topmost part of the building and in which I was tempted to dive into the infinity pool immediately I got in.

"Thank you." I gave a little smile at him before pushing the door wide enough for me to step out. "Drive safe."

I traipsed off knowing that I had to prepare myself and my mind for if she doesn't come tomorrow. If she doesn't, would I need to talk to Wales to get her to have a change of heart? Or anyone else who would be able to do so?

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I was up earlier than I usually would have, and that was because I was waiting for her to be here. Maybe I was being too elated when I shouldn't have been, but I knew she would be here; she had to. But when the seconds crept into minutes and minutes crept into an hour. I knew I had to get her here.

Perhaps she had given up and had decided not to be here, but that wasn't possible, was it? Not after yesterday? I had bluntly fought for her in front of Mr. Owen, so she was bound to see me as a good person, but then was it the sex? Should I not have said a word to her?

Would it have been way better to keep mute? Had I messed things up even before they started? She was ignorant, but that was then, and this was now.

I knew I had to come to a decision, and it had to be fast. My eyes peered at the wall clock when I decided it would be futile to wait; I needed to get her here, whether she wanted to be here or not.

My hands snapped the car key off the table while I made my way out just in time for the elevator to creak open, and my eyes fell on the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, while her cheek inked when she saw me before she bit into her lips.

Well, someone else had been thinking about the time we had together, and it wasn't just me.

Claire's POV

I knew. Hell, I could feel my legs twitching just by staring at him, and I knew this was going to happen when I had talked to Elena this morning and I had pointed out how I didn't want to be here with him all alone.

I had thought about it and knew that it was going to be different; he had told me he wanted me to be here at work.

I had spent most of my time thinking about if it was worth it or if I could possibly just sit back and wait it out, but I knew I couldn't after what Elena had told me. She reminded me about how difficult it had been to get the interview and how it was a turning point for me.

So, I knew I couldn't sit back just because we had sex, or I got fucked hard enough that it changed my internal system or the way I was thinking.

All I could come up with was him bending me over, but I really hoped he wouldn't be able to see that. I wasn't supposed to be lustful, not in the way I was, especially seeing how he was Wale's brother, and Wales had insisted he would do better by us, and this time, I wanted to believe that he meant it and, in turn, not mess this up.

"You are finally here." He pointed it out, and all I could do was nod at what he had just said.

"It took you long enough. Were you thinking about not coming anymore?"

"I might have." I answered, knowing it was the truth.

"Then what happened? What changed?"

"I thought about how I couldn't give this up just because of sex, and I will be a fool to do that. It isn't like you didn't have sex with me as well; you did, and you are fine, so why shouldn't I be?"

"It's just sex?" He asked, and I hated how my legs thrummed. How my pussy squeezed as though screaming the betrayal at me.

My body was betraying me, telling me it wanted something else, and it wasn't just that. That it needed that to continue. No one has fucked me that good, not even Wales. Wales has never fucked me as good as he did to the girls he had an orgy with.

I hadn't stayed to watch, but Elena had told me only people good enough were called to an orgy party.

"Yes, it was just sex." I affirmed.

Not wanting to give in to any other thoughts.

"Good." He answered, and I was glad that he had and was about to let out that little pang of pain that echoed from how fast he had said those words when he added.

"Because I don't want anything aside from sex from you." His hands curled around my waist, pushing me against his chest, stunning me.

I was stunned when he slapped my cunt the same time the elevator shut behind me and he slammed a finger underneath my skin.

A grunt left his lips, just in time for a smile to replace that. "You said no sex, and you aren't putting on shorts underneath?"

I muffled the moan, managing to push his hands away. "I don't see how that should be a problem." I managed to say.

He was close, so close to me that I couldn't breathe; I was unable to take in air, and all I could do was breathe in the one he allowed me. I was at his mercy. Elena had been wrong, I had been wrong, and it was going to take more from me than just words to keep him at bay.

He was a predator, and I was his prey, and he was going to do everything to me. Things I might end up liking.

"Are you sure you don't want me? I can bend you over right now and fuck the hell out of you. I don't go raw, but I can do that with you."

"And am I supposed to be glad that you decided to go raw with me because I might be precious to you?"

"You can bask in it, and I will let you, but you should know that."

His hands were still wrapped firmly around my waist, and I hated how everything yanked me to him, not pulled but yanked, and that was how hard it was.

I knew I had promised Wales that it would be a new chapter, and I didn't want to go back on my words, but it was being difficult to do so and so soon.

What would he say if he found out what I had done with his brother? How he had fucked me the same night he had done his orgy? And how he was the best person who had? And better than him?

Was he going to hate me? How hard would it be to uphold my end of the bargain? With Jerald around me?

"I have made up with your brother, and you know the last thing we would want is me sleeping with you both."

"Who said anything about sleeping with us both?" His words came out plain.

"Good, then you are going to leave me be." That came with an ache, but I knew I would be over that.

"I don't share, Claire, and not with my brother, and I am not going to share you with him either."

"You don't know what you are saying." I said harshly, amused at how I was enjoying it.

"I do, and I mean it. We both are not going to have you. Just I would do that," he explained.

"I have a BF who happens to be your brother; aren't you scared of what he would do once he finds out?"

"A gem like you shouldn't be with someone like him. Not when he can barely keep his cock in one place."

That hurt. It was the truth, but it did. "And you can?"

"If we are fucking, you are the only one I will be fucking; I won't go on with the role play where I call whoever I'm fucking Claire, that is how obsessed I am with you. I want to mold your pussy to fit just my cock, and we can't do that if you are still fucking Wales."

"So what am I to do? Insist on not wanting the relationship?"

"Not that." He held my chin, stopping me from looking anywhere else aside from his face.

"You can go ahead and date him, but you wouldn't let him touch you. Wales can get sex from anywhere else, but not you."

"So you can have sex with me but not want me?" Was I stupid? Or was I so dickmatized that he would suggest such a thing to me?

"I don't do love, but I am going to assure you that you alone shall have my cock if we are fucking and that isn't going to change, so how about we stop the talks and you bend over?"

"I am here to work." I reminded him when he nodded.

"And work you will."

"I don't see any other desk here."

"That is because they are with Max."

"Why am I here then?"

"Because you are to learn from me. Be my intern and no one else."

He bent over trying to kiss me when I pulled away, his eyes drilled on me, while he remained stunned.

"I am here to work and not to be fucked."

"Then I will have to keep seducing you." He retorted, taking a step back. "And then one day, you will let me slide back in and help me stop roleplaying while imagining you are the one I'm fucking when I'm with others."