Changing his mind, Maxen cleared his throat and his eyes landed from the lady on the left pole, then to the right. "Ladies, if you can excuse us. I''d like to have a word with your recruit."

    He flashed the ladies his signature smile, and the two exited the room in record time.

    When the coast was clear, Maxen stood from his seat and walked towards the bar, locating the security cameras hidden in one of the cabinets under the bar''s island.

    He made sure that nobody was in that room. His eyes perused every thumbnail on the screen, and when he was satisfied with what he saw, he activated the main lock of the room, preventing others from entering the premises.

    "What am I going to do with you, Olivia?" Maxen uttered under his breath. His left hand braced on his hip, while his free one scratched the skin above his eyebrows.

    Eyeing Olivia, he gritted his teeth when she dropped the uniform on the floor, yet again, and started doing another round of spins on the pole.

    Shaking his head, he poured himself another drink and unbuttoned his suit jacket as he stalked towards his prey who was playing in the prairie, completely unaware of how he would devour her right there on the stage like an animal in the wild.

    As he got closer to the stage, he then yanked his tie, loosening up his collar to give him more room to breathe.

    Going back to his throne, he leaned his back on the scallop-shaped rest and raised a drink to Olivia.

    "Bum on the floor, Olivia," he commanded, surprising Olivia.

    Something about Maxen''s tone held the promise of punishment and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e wrapped into one for Olivia made her heart pound in her c.h.e.s.t, she could hear it in her ears.

    So she did as told and sat on her bum, wincing when her flesh kissed the cold fiberglass stage.

    Taking a sip of the amber liquid in his glass, Maxen said, "Spread those legs for me and touch yourself until you come. I want to see that c.u.n.t wet before I f.u.c.k you on that stage."

    Olivia''s eyes widened in shock at Maxen''s crude words. She angled her head and countered, "And you will just sit and watch?"

    "Why? Are you shy now?" Maxen challenged, raising a brow at Olivia.

    "I just gave you a show, Max. I could say that''s enough indication that I am not shy."

    "Good. Then sit on the floor, and continue your show."

    Olivia took reprieve on the brewing storm of need in Maxen''s blue eyes. Good. At least she knew they shared the same need to be satiated before leaving this place.

    It was obvious he was taming down the beast in him by taking charge of the situation.

    Smirking at him, she parted her knees apart in a ''V''. Her hands then skimmed from her knees to the length of her t.h.i.g.hs.

    Air knocked out of Olivia''s lungs when she saw hunger and l.u.s.t glinted in Maxen''s blue orbs as he roved his stare on the V of her inner t.h.i.g.hs, stripping her b.a.r.e with his eyes.

    Tracing the seam between her legs, her eyes closed when she pressed the length of her finger on the thin cloth that covered her mound.

    She pretended it was Maxen''s finger, playing and teasing her. Reaching up to the nub in her slit, she played circles on it, and she m.o.a.n.e.d Maxen''s name as a response to her ecstasy.

    Shame and d.e.s.i.r.e sn.a.k.e.d through Olivia''s veins when she felt the silken material drench with her arousal.

    Her eyes flitted open, and it locked with Maxen''s. Never breaking eye contact, Olivia bared herself, sliding the crotch of her thong to the side.

    She dipped two fingers in between her glistening slits, coating it with her arousal.

    The need to taste herself was too strong, she didn''t hesitate to bring her drenched fingers to her mouth, reveling in her own sweetness.

    Maxen hissed. Olivia could see the veins in his neck come alive like a purple vine as it throbbed and his c.h.e.s.t rose and fell as he held back the feral need to claim what was his.

    "Keep going," he commanded, tipping his glass towards Olivia before taking a sip of the amber liquid.

    Like a good girl, Olivia spread her legs wider, stroking the bundle of nerves between her t.h.i.g.hs. With every stroke on her c.l.i.t, a tingling sensation from her belly crawled to her toes.

    In and out. In and out. Her back arched and her head was thrown back as she fingered herself in full view for Maxen.

    "Maxen," she mouthed his name as she dove into the edge of her o.r.g.a.s.m. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her walls squeezed the two fingers inside her.

    Coming down from her o.r.g.a.s.mic high, Olivia pulled her fingers out her drenched hole. Her c.h.e.s.t heaved as if she ran a marathon.

    For a split second, her eyes flitted to Maxen, and before she knew it, he hoisted himself up on the stage without a sweat.

    "Up on your knees," he orc.h.e.s.trated. His hands were dipped in his pocket, never helping Olivia to stand on her wobbly legs.

    "So bossy," Olivia quipped. But the grin on her face soon slipped when Maxen yanked his tie and grasped her both of her wrists with one hand.

    Wrapping the silk tie on her wrist, he lifted her arms up and bound Olivia to the pole.

    Olivia pressed her t.h.i.g.hs together. The cold metal rod pressing on her back didn''t help one bit to dampen down the fire of d.e.s.i.r.e coursing through her veins.

    She held her breath as Maxen unbuckled his belt, and his c.o.c.k sprang to life as his pants and brief pooled on the floor.

    Primed and ready, he impaled Olivia to the hilt, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her in a mindless frenzy like animals in the wild.