“Yeah but would you be able to say you beat the undefeatable Chloe Ellis, master of the pool halls, hustler extraordinaire?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Okay my little hustler, you’re on.”
I hopped back off his lap and he stood, took my hand in his and led me through to a private room that must have been allocated for the staff. It was decked out like a mini casino with slot machines along one wall, a self-service drinks area against another wall and the all-important pool table in the middle. The rest of the room was taken up with comfy couches and recliner chairs. Just like the club downstairs it was all decorated in golds and blacks and screamed opulence, even for a staff area.
“Rack em up then little hustler.” Luca reached for the cues as I placed the balls where they needed to be.
I was looking forward to this, I hadn’t played a decent game of pool for a few months but I knew my Father’s lessons and my skills never went rusty. I set the balls up ready for a game of 8-ball and sashayed my way around the table to take a cue from Luca’s hand.
“Be prepared to be shamed Marquez.” I grinned as I bent down to take the first shot.
“Nice view.” Luca replied as he looked straight down my dress to my tits as I was breaking.
“You won’t distract me Marquez. I’m unstoppable.” I teased.
“It’s you who’s distracting me Ellis.” He growled back at me, then slapped my ass as he walked past me.
I potted a stripe then set my balls up just where I needed them.
“Your shot Marquez, try to hit the ones with the little spot on them.” I joked and he shook his head at me.
“I know what to do with my balls Ellis.”
“But all guys lose control sometimes.” I was so obvious with my distraction techniques as I bent down on the opposite side of the table from the shot he was taking to pretend to look at the angle of the shot, but really I was giving him another look at my chest.
“Not me.” He smashed the balls around the table and expertly potted a spotted ball.
“Nice shot, but don’t get too comfortable.” I sighed, “I like the challenge.”
“Me too.” He groaned back as we exchanged heated glances.
We played on, pretty well matched in our ability, but I had a few trick shots up my sleeve and after a few lucky hits and a lot of teasing on his part, I had the upper hand.
“Prepare to be shamed Marquez.” I laughed as I cleared the table and did a little victory shimmy.
“Fuck this.” Luca growled throwing his cue onto the table and stalking over to me.
“Sore loser?” I said mocking him.
“Oh I won’t be the sore one.” He said whipping me around to face the table and bending me forward forcefully, I knew this was his way of claiming back his dominance. He never was a graceful loser.
He lifted my skirt up and ripped my panties down my legs so harshly I gave a squeal at the burn it caused on my thighs.
He kneaded my ass with both his hands then out of nowhere ‘smack’, he hit my ass so hard I cried out, thrown forward by the force of the slap. He kneaded my ass again, massaging and rubbing the sting away then just when I started moaning he did it again, ‘smack’, slapping straight across both cheeks this time and making me scream out his name.
“Are you punishing me for being naughty?” I glanced over my shoulder at him as his hooded eyes stayed fixed on my ass where he was spanking me.
“You need this little hustler.” He breathed, “You get too…cocky…and I like spanking you. I love how pink your ass goes when I do. How hot your skin feels in my hand when I rub it.”
He brought another hard blow down on my ass then another, each time rubbing softly over my skin after and moaning how beautiful my ass looked. I was growing wetter by the second and the dominant way he was controlling me was a real turn on.
“You love this don’t you.” He whispered into my ear, “You love giving me total control over you.”
I nodded, my voice lost to the pleasure pain battle going on in my body and brain.
“I always want to control you Chloe. I want you to be mine to do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want…forever baby.” He pushed his knee in between my legs and forced them to open a little wider.
“Always.” I managed to say on a breathy sigh.