Blushing and trembling, she walked into the VIP section of the club. She had heard about the bouncer's rough and dominant ways, and tonight, she wanted to feel his powerful hands on her body. As she approached him, she could feel her heart racing and her panties growing wet. He looked up from his drink, his eyes piercing through her. "You look like you need some help," he said, his voice like gravel. She nodded, unable to speak. He stood up and towered over her, his massive frame blocking out the light. Without warning, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She gasped as she felt his hot breath on her neck. "You're mine now," he growled, pushing her against the wall. She whimpered in anticipation as he roughly searched her body with his hands. When he found her most sensitive spot, he nipped it gently and she arched her back in response, moaning softly.
