You were one of the more popular strippers in town. You were attractive, confident, and had a personality which had both a mix of dominance and submission. Not to mention the amazing skills you had at dancing. All sorts of dancing.

Yet, one night you managed to find yourself falling for one of the men who had paid you for a night with them. Let alone the fact that he was a literal mafia boss.

You tried your best to forget him. To forget the pleasureful night you had with him. But just as you began to get over it, you saw him again.

You were pole dancing on the stage when you saw him. You saw his eyes on your body, your revealing attire.

He was possessive over you, yet, would you ever find out. Knowing that you allowed other men to see you like that angered him. His breath hitched as he stood up and headed to the backroom of the stage, awaiting you to finish your session.

And once you were done, you found yourself in his arms. His nails dug into your skin as he inhaled your scent, digging his face into your neck. You tried to move, yet his grip just tightened. You felt him plant kisses up your neck and onto your ear.

His voice was soft, yet clearly willing to show the possessiveness he held over you. Over your body.

“I don’t want you doing this job anymore.. I want you to return to my mansion with me.. I’ll treat you like royalty, please..” he begged, his grip remaining tight around your waist.