A Dance for Two
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"Wait! I can just dance on the stage, please!" I begged Nico as he practically dragged me out the back.
I was done being closed up in that empty excuse for a house.
"You will do as I say!" he growled and turned towards me, pressing me against the cold brick of the wall.
"But you said I had to work off my Dads debt. How can I do that if I don't work?" I cried. Hot tears slid down my face.
"I don't like other men touching you," He glowered.
"Other men?" I looked up at him and saw the look in his eyes. There was a fire in him.
"Yes, other men. Men who aren't me." He moved away from the wall and stalked over to his car, "Just, get in."
I did as he wanted and got in.
The drive home was silent and a bit awkward. But he was mostly heated, I couldn't tell whether the heat was anger or something else, but it was definitely hot.
When we got back to the house I went to walk to my room.
"What're you doing?"
"Going to my room," I stopped and turned to look at him.
"No, I want you to dance. With me."
"I'm not good at dancing with a partner," I fumbled.
"You said the same about the pole and the lap dance, and you were perfectly fine at both." He spoke plainly as he turned on the music and waited for me to come to him.
I bit my lip as I made my way towards him.
I stood in front of him facing away, my ass almost against him, I swayed to the music, feeling him lower his hand to my hip and sliding it forward until it rested on my very upper thigh.
"Are you scared?" he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"No," I held my chin up.
"No?" he challenged and pulled me even closer to him until it felt like there was not even air between us.
"How about now?" he asked again.
I shook my head and held back a squeak as I felt the bulge in his pants press against me.
He brought his hands up and slid beneath my bra, cupping my bare breasts.
Torturiously, he ran a thumb over each n****e making my legs buckle.
"Are you scared now?" his husky voice wanted to know.
"I'm not scared," I insisted, but the way my voice wobbled betrayed me.
"Well then, if you're not scared, what are you?" he asked as we kept swaying together.
"I don't know,"
"Yes, you do," I felt him smirk.
"I don't know what it's called." I lied.
"Yes, you do, you just don't want to admit it." He lowered one hand, keeping the other on my left breast. His hand cupped between my legs making me gasp.
"If you won't admit it to yourself, then I'll do it for you." He threatened.
"No, there's nothing to admit," I choked on each word as the sensation of his touch ran through my veins.
"You are scared, because you're feeling lust."
I shook my head.
"No, I can't... I.." My resolve melted as his fingers pressed lower to my womanhood.
"f**k!" I gasped, knowing I wanted more but also not wanting to give in. I hated him.
"I won't go any further unless you beg." He let go of me and smirked. Watching me stagger back to my room.
I sat in the bath seething with anger and as hot as lava. It didn't matter how much I tried to distract myself or reason with my brain. I was hot and bothered. My body wanted, needed, a release I didn't know how to give it.
I got out of the bath and dried off. putting on nothing but a white satin gown I headed out to the kitchen. I hadn't heard the sound of foot steps for over half an hour, and had assumed Nico had gone to sleep.
I pulled out a tub of ice cream and found a spoon.
"did you fix it yourself then?"
I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around to find him in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Fix what?" I asked, hoping he couldn't see my blush.
"Your need," he chuckled.
"No, I mean.. I.. I didn't..don't have a need." I stuttered.
"Really?" He didn't believe me.
He walked up to me and put his hand beneath my chin, the heat of the moment got to me and the icecream from my spoon fell down my chest.
"Let me get that for you," Nico smirked and sat next on the kitchen bench before parting my robe.
To bot my horror and delight he lowered his head and began licking up the melting ice cream. He kept licking long after there was no cream left.
I bit back each moan in the back if my throat but my body betrayed me, my legs wrapped around Nico's waist.
"Are you going to beg now?" he asked and I shook my head.
I couldn't, he was a bad man, he took me from my father. I couldn't.
"Well, I'll be in my room, if you change your mind." and then he left, leaving me sat in the bench like a stunned i***t.
That night I lay in bed thinking. His warm firm touch on my hips. His dark eyes staring into my soul. The feeling of his hardness against my own wet centre. I felt like I was going crazy.
There's no point saving myself for someone else, I thought, there will be no one else. I knew I'd probably be kept by Nico until my last t breath. My father had no way of getting that kind if money.
There was no point denying myself the little pleasure that I had available. I decided to just try to enjoy whatever I could whenever I could.
And I hoped that Nico would deliver on his promise and reputation.
Wearing nothing but a simple silk cami I slowly walked down the hall to his room.
This is so wrong my inner judgement fought.
But I didn't care anymore and I kept going.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in," came his gruff reply.
I padded in on the plush carpet, he was sat up in the middle of his bed with a laptop.
"I changed my mind," I stood at the end of the bed.
"About what?" He shut his laptop and sat it on the bedside table.
"I want you," I lowered my gaze.
"Really now?" chuckled and patted the spot beside him.
I walked around the bed and sat down next to him on the silk doona cover.
"Why do you want me?" he asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged.
"how old are you?"
"I'll be turning nineteen next month." I fidgeted with the hem of the cami.
"Do you know how old I am?"
"twenty-seven ish?" I guessed.
"I turned thirty last December."
"So?" I shrugged.
"My age doesn't bother you?" his hand gently rested on my thigh as he spoke. I couldn't help looking up into his eyes.
"No, it really doesn't." I admitted shamefully. What had I become?
"What if I have a different taste than you?"
"Different taste?"
He licked his lips, "I'm not a virgin's dream lover." he leant forward and whispered in my ear, "I have chains ropes and whips. I have an acquired taste."
"Oh," I didn't know what to say.
"We can work up to that stuff, though, for now you can learn to be a good girl." He shifted and pulled me over, kissing me deeply.
I couldn't help but let myself sigh.
I didn't care how wrong it was anymore.
I wanted him.
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