TAMING KADEN

5. Lap Dance

CHAPTER FIVE

Pulling one bra strap down my shoulder, I let a second or probably two slide by before I pulled the other one down too. It was strange how I felt alarmingly awake with this incredible rush of desire, knowing his eyes were on me.

“Just get rid of the damn bra Jazz or might just have to get in there and unstrap yourself,” His voice was raspy.

“What Kaden? Can’t take a little bit of the heat?” I teased, unhooking my bra.

“Have fun teasing me while you still can Jazz because when I take control, there will be no mercy for that sweet p***y of yours,” When he sounded that commanding, it turned me on in ways I never thought possible.

I let the bra drop off where I stood, my breasts springing free. I could have sworn I heard him take a huge load of breath. I had to admit that it felt pretty great teasing him like that and knowing it affected him in a way. I let my fingers run delicately over the tip of my n*****s and then twisting them between my fingers.

“I feel like you are enjoying yourself a little too much Jazz, “he muttered, his voice even a little hoarser than before.

“Isn’t that the point of being in this club? The first rule; have an immense amount of pleasure and second rule; never step out of the club without receiving pleasure,” I whispered back, picking up the bra with glittering stones.

I had just put it on when I realized my premonition was right. One could easily see right through it but surprisingly enough, that was not even something I was worried about. Pushing the edge of my pantie, I slowly slid it off me, my heart beating a little too fast, knowing he could actually the front of my cunt.

“You know if you spread your legs a bit, I would not mind,” he teased.

“Now where is the fun in that? I’d rather you sketch the image of what is in between my legs in dirty brain,” I questioned, pulling on the stripper skirt.

The heels were last and no excuses but damn, I felt like I was walking on the entire f*****g world. Making my way to the pole in the middle of the room. I had no idea what I was doing but if the countless of movies I had watched had taught me anything about pole dancing was that you had to let the right music move your body around the pole. Almost as if reading my thoughts, slow bedroom music that I had not heard before filled the room, the lights dimming a tad bit, setting the mood just right.

“Come on Jazz,” Kaden was becoming too eager.

I ignored him, putting my back against the pole, my eyes falling shut as my hand grabbed on it for support. My body drunk in the enticing words of the song as it slowly slid down the pole until I was merely squatting, legs parted. I turned around, slowly rising, bum slightly pushed out as my chest lightly rubbed against the pole. I then wound my right leg over the pole, circling it with my grip a bit tightened on it. Honestly, I had no idea about what the f**k I was doing but the only thing that I was certain was that the music was leading me on, guiding my every step. The moves I had watched on TV kept on replaying in my head, guided by the music. When it came to an end, I stopped moving around the pole, stepping down, my heartbeat still erratic.

For a full minute, there was no sound, and a part of me was quickly whisked by the dreadful thought that maybe I had made a fool out of myself in front of Kaden. What had I even been thinking when I agreed to that ridiculous proposal of pole dancing? I had never done it before, well, except in my dreams where I was always such a pro.

“Where did you learn all those sexy moves? Did you join a pole dancing school or something? Because, I almost came in my f*****g pants while watching you,” Kaden’s voice came through as confidence oozed through me. The thought that he almost came by just watching me dance was very thrilling in a purely sensual way.

“Maybe if you had stuck around long enough or at least called, I would have told you,” I answered.

For a minute, he said nothing but when he spoke again, he had expertly evaded the subject,” Now don’t put those clothes off just yet. Onto the next task. I want you to step out of the room and get on to the next one,”

“And what makes you think I can do exactly as you ask?” I questioned.

“Because I know why you are here Jazz and I’m not going to agree to host that show if you don’t do as I ask. Besides, you are the one getting to have most of the fun,” he answered.

“Wait, how did you know why I was here?”

“We live in a world where people live for the news. Now come on, my d**k is getting pretty impatient here,” His d**k. Remembering the size of it back them and how it had punished my walls that night when he took my virginity, made me feel insanely hot like somebody lit my body with gasoline. I was still very much angry at him though.

Following his instructions, I walked outside, glancing around just to make sure nobody was in the vicinity to see me walking around in these clothes that were barely covering anything. If Lucy were to learn what exactly I was doing right now, she would immediately brush it

“Don’t worry, nobody is coming here,” It sucked that he could see me but I could not see him. He had no idea just how much I wanted to slap him, then kick him in the nuts so damn hard the moment we came face to face.

I walked into the next room but unlike the first one, there were was a man inside. He lounged on a chair, nothing about his features being familiar but damn, I could have him for a morning snack. My heart dropped slightly though because maybe because I had thought I would finally get to see that f*****g asshole.

“Now what? Am I supposed to f**k this guy or something?” I questioned, sounding a bit exasperated.

“No hun. Give him a lap dance, “Kaden instructed. I noticed a naughty smile touch the stranger’s lips, making him look even hunkier.

“I’m sorry,” I could not have possibly heard Kaden right.

“Give him a lap dance Jazz. Just like the one you gave me back in high school. Or you could make it a little hotter if you like,” I could almost taste the smirk in his voice.

My face flushed in embarrassment at the memory of that,” I was drunk that night K,”

“K? I think I love the sound of that. Anyway, whether you were drunk or not, we’ll talk about that when you are under me. Now, give him that lap dance babe,” he instructed in the same amused tone.