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I twisted my body around the pole, copying some of the moves the other girl was doing. Luckily, I had taken up gymnastics and dance as my extra-curricular activities as a teenager which was proving quite useful now. I had no idea if it looked good, but the onlookers seemed to be enjoying it. Many started to touch themselves, but Mr Panther man remained rigid in the doorway. As the dance continued, I started to gain more confidence in what I was doing and the other dancer started to get a little more handsy with me. I almost wanted to laugh with embarrassment, but I kept my face neutral, trying to remain seductive as she leaned in and licked my lips with her tongue. Oh okay. I’ve kissed a girl before in a dare. No problem, I was okay with that. I lifted my hands into her wig and pulled her back towards me, allowing her tongue to slide into my mouth this time. Our tits were practically pressed up against each other as she ran her hands over my body and squeezed my ass. When we broke apart, I glanced over at him, his eyes burning with the heat of a thousand suns as I slut-dropped down the pole to the floor and back up.
The other dancer left the platform and started to move around the room giving more intimate lap dances to the men and women on the sofas while I stayed on my little podium. I was starting to enjoy myself. I had never felt so empowered and sexual and just downright desired in my life.
My gaze moved with him as he took dominant strides into the room, the strobe lights flashed across his enormous body that looked so ripped in his black suit trousers and matching black shirt. Fuck, he really was gorgeous. You could just tell. There’s something about him that demanded everyone's attention. Something sinister and dangerous, like I’m accustomed to, but also something hopeful and energizing. Power rolled off his muscular frame in waves, as if he truly believed he was in control of everything and everyone around him. He was about to figure out the hard way, that he was not in control of me.
“Everyone, leave!” He ordered; his voice was low but no less intimidating than if he had bellowed it. He had that edge of danger lingering in his tone and people instantly started to stand up and move. Some had to be coaxed out by bouncers and I stood still, with one hand on the pole, not ever breaking his fierce stare until we were completely alone.
He took a position on one of the sofas against the mirrored wall, clicked his neck and spread out his legs in a relaxed pose just like he had last night. My eyes instantly roamed down to his thick thighs and very impressive bulge in his trousers and I licked my lips involuntarily.
“Continue,” he husked, lifting his arms over the back of the chair. I noticed how his hands gripped the leather as I started to dance again, but this time it felt so much more…intimate. Intense. Everything. The sexual tension prickled between us as I refused to look away from him and his eyes never left my body. The intensity and desire that was filling the space between us was almost suffocating. I found myself starting to pant a little, out of breath not from the exercise, but from the way he was looking at me. Like a predator about to devour his prey. But little did he know, he was my prey tonight.
“You don’t like sharing, do you?” I husked; my own voice laced with so much desire there was no denying it. His lips twisted into a devious smile as if my question amused him.
“No. When I request a private audience, I expect to get one.”
“And what is it you want from me, Panther?” I husked, leaving the pole and making my way towards him. His jaw ticked as his eyes glided over every inch of my body, searing my skin with an invisible burn. I stopped as I reached his open legs and leaned over, placing my hands on his knees. Firm, powerful legs. His eyes locked with mine and I saw all I needed to know. He wanted me. He wanted me in every and any way he could have me. I smirked as I ran my hands up his thighs towards his rock-hard bulge. His knuckles were almost white from where his grip was digging into the sofa so hard.
“I want to know who you are,” his deep voice was so velvety and raw. His answer stopped me in my tracks. Shit. That was not what I was expecting him to say. “Why do you want to work here?”
I turned my back to him and slowly perched my ass down on his lap, biting my lip when I felt his hard and thick erection, an unyielding force against his zipper. Moving my hips slowly in a circle, a low groan choked in his throat and one of his hands moved from the back of the sofa to grip my hips. It was the first flesh to flesh contact we had made and my skin set alight at his touch. I rolled my eyes in pleasure as his rough hand moved up my hip, brushing my side boob before trailing over my shoulder and towards my neck. Suddenly, he gripped the front of my throat in his large hand and yanked me back against him so my back fell against his steel chest. I could feel how rigid every muscle in his torso was through the thin layer of the shirt he was wearing as I rocked my hips feverishly over his erection, jerking him off with my ass.
“Answer the question,” he growled in my ear as he nibbled at my earlobe and started to suck my skin down my throat, his hand gliding over my breast and tweaking my nipple which caused me to gasp loudly.
“Because it feels so good,” I breathed and he growled so deeply, I felt it vibrate from his chest.
“Do you want me to make you feel good, Flora?” he groaned, against my throat, between his bites and his kisses. My eyes fluttered shut as his hand reached between my legs and he started to rub my clit through the thin underwear as I moved my whole body on top of his, feeling all my inhibitions let go.
Yes. My god, I wanted him to make me feel so good.
No.
Shit. No.
He was doing it again. Controlling the situation. I was here to teach him a lesson. Rico had said earlier, it is about his pleasure. Don’t stop until he is satisfied. I suddenly pushed his hand away, though my vagina screamed at me for doing so and turned quickly to straddle his lap. His stunning ocean eyes narrowed in surprise at my change of position and I reached up and grabbed the leather handcuffs that were attached to a fixing on the wall behind his head.
“No, I want to make you feel good,” I smiled, grabbing his wrist and fastening it into the leather cuff. A slow, mischievous smile crept up his face, but I focused on the task at hand as I tugged his other arm up and locked it in too. He may think he is about to get a blowjob or I am about to fuck him silly, but I am going to prove to him that I won’t even need to go that far to have him exactly where I want him.
“I thought you’d be angry with me,” he teased, a cocky smile plastered on his face as I positioned myself directly over the long, hard bulge in his trousers and placed my hands on his chest. I fluttered my eyelashes at him and smiled innocently.
“Me? Angry? Why would you ever think that?” I asked as I started to rock my hips up and down his length slowly. He hissed, his eyes flaring with need. I leaned forward and bit his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it hard before releasing it.
“Cazzo,” he cursed as I started to move faster against him, my own pleasure building but trying my hardest to fight it. I ran my hands over my tits, playing with my nipples between the diamond ropes. His eyes moved to watch my teasing as I continued to dry hump him, his erection twitching against me.
“Did you think I would be angry because I let you see me come but you denied me the same?” I asked, my voice dropping to a lower, more aroused state because his dick was doing wonders as a personal fuck-toy against my clit. I couldn't help imagining how good it would feel inside me.
He groaned again and tugged on his handcuffs. Realisation dawned on his face that I had all the power. I smirked, working my hips harder and faster, grabbing his jaw in my firm grip. I stuck my tongue out and licked his lips because I couldn't help it. He tasted like mint and whiskey. He tried to dive forward to kiss me, but I held his jaw back with a smirk.
“Did you think I would be angry because you asked for another man to taste my pussy when I wanted it to be you?” I breathed. He was starting to pant as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. His diamond eyes rolled as I increased my speed, dry humping him as he pulled against the restraints.
“Release me so I can,” he growled, dominance and authority in his tone but I just ignored him, continuing to fuck him over his trousers as my own clit started to tingle and pleasure erupted through me like a hurricane. I bit my lip as a loud moan escaped my mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head, his fists clenched and his hips bucked up in jolts. He groaned so deeply and then all went still as we both panted heavily.
He opened his eyes and looked into mine. And fuck, I nearly caved on my mission. I nearly uncuffed him so he could fuck me properly. But I couldn’t let this asshole win. He wanted me and he very nearly got to have me but not quite. I stepped off his lap, drunk on power and stood in front of him. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths as his eyes narrowed. With his hands still locked above his head and completely at my mercy, I smiled.
“No. I’m not angry now,” I shook my head. “But I do quit. So you can tell the Boss, this was my final notice. Ciao, asshole.”
“Wait!” he shouted, his arms tugging frantically at the restraints. “Flora!”
I smirked as I strutted out from behind the curtain and into the main bar with my chin held high and a grin plastered on my face. I saw Rico having a drink with a woman and gave him a wink to show I was out of here. As quickly as I could, I got changed and raced back down the alleyway towards the art venue. I checked my phone. There had been no messages which meant everything was fine and I had only been gone for forty-five minutes.
