The entire limo ride home I was soaking wet, and throbbing, my whole body was excited, quivering, ever muscle twitching. I tried to keep my knees together, but his hands were so warm, and the skin so surprisingly soft and supple. I could barely breathe as his finger would drift on my inner thigh. Slight squeezing near my knee, gliding gently down my leg, I was biting my lip. The limo made two stops on the way back to our building. At the first his manager got out. At the second the rest of the entourage departed. The last ten minutes we were alone in the back of the limo. The moment the door closed, as the last of his friends said their goodbyes at the train station, his one hand slide between my thighs, and found my sopping wet cunt swollen and hot and ready for his touch.

Turned towards me, pushing me back in to the corner, he pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me hungrily. For a brief moment I let him paw at my breast, and jam his tongue down my throat, and I even let him slide one of those long deft, strong thick fingers deep up inside me till i let out a soft

"Ooooooo"

But then I pushed him away. Or tried to at least. His body was I rock and I could not move him even if he let me. But still he withdrew.

"I'm...I'm a good girl J", I stammered

"You.. i need...slow..slowly please."

He could see the slight bit of fear in my eyes. He seemed to understand. He sat back calmly, relaxed. Almost exhausted, and picked up his remaining whiskey, and sipped it slowly. His hand was back at my knee. I smiled.

"Can I please hold you belt?" I asked, hoping to break the tension a little.

He got a wry smile when I said that. It hadn't left his shoulder the entire night. And it was still there firmly resting now.

"Tell you what" he said, his voice was low, and smooth, and creamy, his words soft and gentle "If you strip for me and model it naked for me, I'll let you hold it and wear it while you do so"

So now it was a challenge. I started to wonder for a minute how much he knew about me. I had not told anyone, and was pretty careful about it but I had been working at strip clubs for most of college by that point. First as a bartender/cashier, then as a waitress, and eventually, most recently as a dancer. It was an upscale club, and I knew all the bouncers, and we only went to topless and a g-string because they served alcohol.

To be honest I enjoyed having all eyes on me. And the thought of having this gorgeous mans eyes all on me hours after he beat another man near to death with his bare hands was an opportunity I was having a hard time passing up.

The limo slowed and stopped. Moments later the driver opened the door. J helped me out, and as he put his arm around me to head into the building, his hand slide from my lower back and down to the top of my cheek. I grabbed it firmly, guiding it back upwards.

"I'm a good girl.. remember", I purred softly. "Slowly"

He nodded, and opened the door. And walked with me to the elevator. Inside, he said

"Coming up?"

I nodded this time, and he hit the button for the penthouse. I swallowed quietly trying to gather my courage and my nerves. As he stood there, I reached down and took his hand, and held it a moment, then standing along side him I stood tip toe to try to kiss him on the cheek.

"Can I touch it?" I asked playfully

He looked at me inquisitively, and I pointed at his shoulder, and the belt. He smiled, and nodded. I gently stroked the leather, feeling the stitching, and the studs along the edges, and the metal, it was beautiful and shining, and it was clearly and literally his prize possession, and I could see him watching me to make sure I didn't damage it.

The elevator came to a stop, and I realized that I had never seen his apartment before. Moreover I had never seen a penthouse apartment before of any kind, an as such had no idea what to actually expect.