A BABY FOR HER BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DAD by Blaqueapple

Chapter 11 LILY “Are there any problems?” One of the men asks from behind us. Marco gives me a cold stare before turning to his clients. “I’m sorry, can we do this again tommorrow? It appears that our stripper is not ready.” I breathe a sigh of relief. I could almost k*ss him for that statement. “Why? What happened?” My pulse thunders as Mason steps aside, exposing me to the burning scrutiny of the men. I lower my gaze to the fioor as their eyes rove over every inch of me, crawling over my skin. Finally, one of them asks. “What the hell is this, Mason? Where did she come from?” I hear the disgust in his voice and cringe inwardly. “I see nothing wrong with her.” My head snaps up to meet the speaker, a balding man probably in his late fifties.

His pe rve rsive eyes linger on my breasts and he licks his lips. “I will f uck her right here, right now if you all do not want her.” He declares and I gasp in shock. “Why does she look like that?” The third man, the quieter of the lot, asks Marco.. “She disobeyed me.” Marco says through gritted teeth. I can feel anger roll off him in waves. “She was not supposed to appear like this.”

The first man shakes his head, his cold green eyes glinting. “Disobedience is a grievous offence in our world.” I freeze at the underlying meaning of his words. I’m doomed. I just know it. “I know that.” Marco replied, “and I will be punishing her myself. Please relax, gentlemen. I’ll bring another stripper to you immediately.” Marco turns and pulls me towards the door. We are about to step through the hallway when I hear, 1/7 D “Wait.” I freeze. Marco turns towards the men. “After careful consideration, we have decided that we would love to punish her ourselves.” What? “Excuse me?” Marco asks.

The first man says, “From every indication, she is clearly a newbie. The guys and I would love to show her the consequences of disobeying her masters. Plus, she kept us waiting.” Panic sears my veins and I stare at Marco, urging him with my eyes to refuse them. Urging him to tell them that he will punish me himself instead.

To my utmost horror, Marco’s dark gaze becomes shuttered and he turns to the men. “As you wish.” My heart nearly stops beating. “Marco…” I whisper, “Marco, please don’t leave me with them…please.” He completely ignores me. When he’s about to leave the room, I grab onto the sleeves of his suit and hold on tight. “Marcol” Marco pauses. When he turns to me, his eyes are two cold, blue pools. He grabs my hand and shucks it off his arm, almost sending me sprawling across the room. “Remember that this is the only way you will be able to get your debts cancelled. I’ll be watching from the other room.” Then he walks out, leaving me behind with the wolves. ****** MARCO I do not care about her or her feelings. I do not care if she doesn’t want to fulfil her side of the bargain anymore. She will do as she’s told. But why then did my heart twinge when I saw the fear and tears in Lily’s eyes? 3/7 Chapter II Why did I hesitate to leave her with my most trusted clients? Why does it feel like I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life? LILY “Why don’t you strip, wh ore? I would love to see the b*dy beneath all that ugly make up.” I struggle to keep my tears and disgust at bay as the per vert who threatened to

f uck me leers at me, his hands already stroking the hardening co ck in his jeans. All I want to do is crawl into a corner and hide.

When I do not move an inch for close to two minutes, the men begin to get upset. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Were you not trained to obey orders? Strip, now!” The first man thunders. His angry tone sends a slice of fear through my pounding heart but I remain completely still. “Jimmy, it appears our little wh ore desires to know what it feels like to be forced.” The first man says to the per vert. I freeze. I know what it feels like to be forced. It’s a horrible, ugly feeling, one I never want to experience ever again. “Why don’t you go over there and show her how it’s done.” The disgusting per vert smiles happily and jumps to his feet, apparently in a haste to molest me. Cold, icy hands grip my heart. “No! No, please. I’ll do whatever you want…please stay back.” He doesn’t listen. The per vert keeps advancing towards me, his eyes gleaming with lust. Seeing no other option, I begin to scream. “Marco! Marco, please get me out of here! I will do whatever you what. Just please..get me out of here!” “Scream, little baby, scream.” The per vert growls, “but no one is coming to save you. You’re stuck in this room with us until we’re done with you.”

Tears of fear and frustration begin to fall in torrents down my cheeks. “Marco, please…” I whisper. 3/7 Chapter 11 When the per vert is almost within reach, I start edging away from him but he keeps coming closer. When my back comes up against a hard, unyielding wall, I’m pretty sure 1 begin to hyperventilate. “Marco! Get me out of here!” The per vert licks his lips.

“Trapped. Just the way I like it.” Then in one short swoop, he reaches forward and grabs my arms in a manacled grip. My screams fill the room as he slams me against his chest, imprisoning me against his hard, undoubtedly thick erection. His hand comes around and grabs my a rse, tightening around the soft skin in a painful grip while his friends cheer him on. G od, I feel sick to my stomach. When those hands reach for my breasts, scorching anger replaces my fear. In a split second, I snap my head up and spit directly into his open eyes. “F uck! The bi tch spit on me!” His grip around me loosens slightly and I use the opportunity to dash to freedom…but it seems I forgot that I’m dealing with strong, athletic men. Before I even take two steps towards the door, the per vert grabs my arm and yanks me back towards him. Surprised, I completely freeze. Without further ado, he sets to work tearing off the ropes and belts from my costume, trying to get me n*ked. “You had the guts to spit on me, you wh ore! You will pay for that.” I snap out of my daze and begin to plead. “I am so sorry, sir. It will never happen again. Please, just let me go.” My tears are falling uncontrollably now. The pe rvert completely ignores me. I struggle wildly against him but he still manages. to savagely tear off about half of my clothes, leaving me almost n*ked.

“Keep fighting me, wh ore. It makes me harder.” He growls. Within seconds, my costume lies on the ground in shreds. I wrap my arms around my bare breasts and continue to cry my eyes out. I hate Marco Marcelli at this point. I hate him so much. 47 “What are we doing with her next?” The per vert asks. “Let her dance. This comes from the quiet man. “Excuse me?” The first man asks, clearly disappointed. “I said play some music so she can strip. She’s a stripper, isn’t she? Ivan, play some

music.” Immediately, sl utty music comes through hidden speakers in the room. “Dance and I will not touch you.” The man says, pining me in place with his intense gray gaze. I have no idea how to strip dance, but at the thought of having to worry about one less man, I walk slowly to the stripping pole, shoulders hunched. My checks redden in embarrassment as I let go of my breasts, revealing the plump mounds to my small audience. I wrap my legs around the pole, heave a deep breath and begin to gyrate slowly. For the next few minutes, I close my eyes, shutting out every single person in the room. as I let the music take over. I hear grunts and gasps from the men but I ignore it. I dip and spin and gyrate wantonly on the pole until after what feels likes twenty minutes, a voice finally says. “Stop! That’s enough for tonight.” I snap my eyes open and freeze in shock at the sight that greets me. All three men currently have their fiies open and are unashamedly stroking at their hard, jutting co cks. I avert my gaze immediately and ask, “Can I go now?” A cold laugh fills the room.The Per vert. “What makes you think we’re done with you?” My pulse dips. “But I thought he said…” “That was for Devon, my little wh ore. Some of us actually have to taste your pus sy to be satisfied.” Shocked, I almost stumble off the stage. 5/7 Chapter 11 “But…but…” “No buts, sweetheart.” The per vert gets to his feet and approaches the stage slowly, not bothering to hide his swinging male org an. Before my brain can wake up enough to come up

with an escape. plan, he grabs me off the small stage and drags me kicking and screaming to a large sofa in the center of the room. “No! No, please. Please, don’t do this! Please…” He throws me atop the sofa, sending my breasts bouncing. He comes down immediately, pinning my arms and legs to the plush surface to stop my struggling. “Don’t you you want a taste? Jimmy?” He asks the first man. “Take her pus sy. I want the bit ch to suck my co ck.” “Gladly.” The per vert responds. My heart thunders with fear and adrenaline as the per vert spreads my fiailing thighs and positions his d ick against my ecposed, defenseless core. His fingers rove over every inch of my b*dy, grabbing and touching me everywhere. I almost puke when his grunts fills my ears as his di ck constantly rubs against my n*ked core. “Marco.” I so b. “Marco, please help me…. After fighting and struggling for ten minutes, I realize that I’m tiring myself out and making my assailant more aroused. My b*dy begins to feel numb from all the exertions and I slowly begin to surrender. If I commit suicide after tonight, mum will still be fine. Life will move on without me. “Yes. That’s a good bit ch.” The man above me growls. He’s about to thrust when a familiar dark baritone filters into my dazed fog. “Fun’s over, gentlemen. Please vacate my club immediately.” I slowly open my tired eyes to find Marco in the room, staring at the men through dark, cold eyes. Relief fioods through my system, making my tears fall harder. When the per vert still doesn’t move from between my thighs, Marco grabs him by the collar and fiings him nearly halfway across the room. He looks murderous. “I said fun time’s over. Leave!” The quiet client is the first to walk out of the room. 6/7 7/7 15:36 Thu, 25 Jan B

Chapter 11 “It was fun while it lasted.” He says before leaving. The first man struggles to stuff his di ck into his pants. “What the hell, Marco? We paid for this session. We can f ucking sue you for this.” Marco appraises him with a calm, practised stare, but something tells me he is anything but calm. “Inform me when you decide to sue. I’ll be sure to appear in court with videos of you. supporting the almost rape of one of my workers.” The man blanches and hurries out with his clothes. I curl into myself on the sofa and so b my eyes out in relief. I was almost raped. I was almost raped. The pe rv ert is the last to leave and before he goes, he sears me with a lustful look. “I will find you, little wh o re, and I will finish what we f ucking started…” SEND GIFT