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The weeks pass in a blur of working atBellissima, dance, and Nico… so much Nico.
It took two weeks before I went back to Elenore’s studio, too embarrassed to face her. When I finally did, I tried to apologize but she waved me off and told me that she didn’t know what I was talking about. I know it had nothing to do with sudden memory loss and everything to do with the overbearing, possessive man who has turned my life upside down. Nico said something to her. I know he did. Instead of pushing the subject, I let it be. It saved any further embarrassment for me, and bonus, I wasn’t banned from the studio, so I couldn’t be too mad at Nico for whatever he said to Elenore.
Strolling into the lobby of my apartment building, I move toward the elevator, flashing a smile at the security guards and concierge as I pass. Hitting the button, the doors open almost instantly. Stepping inside, I exhale a weary breath. It’s been a long day of back-to-back clients, and I barely had the chance to have a lunch break. I didn’t realize how exhausting it is to wear a smile and be polite for ten hours a day. I can’t wait to get inside the comfort of my apartment and relax. I am going to draw a nice hot bath to soak in and then set up the gift Nico brought me. AKindle. I always loved reading and it’s something I haven’t done in a long time. I mentioned it to Nico the other night after he made love to me. and the next day I found a Kindle waiting for me when I returned home from work. After my bath, I am going to snuggle up in bed and download a good book.
It’s the perfect evening to distract myself from not seeing Nico tonight. He told me he has business to take care of at the club and honestly, I’m grateful for the reprieve. The man has an insatiable appetite when it comes to sex, and my vagina could do with a break after the savage way he took me repeatedly last night, not letting up even for a moment. A shudder wracks through my body just thinking about how he sat me in front of the long mirror, legs spread, Nico forcing me to watch as he played with me. Then what came after…
“Watch, Tesoro. Watch how your pussy grips my fingers like it never wants me to leave.”
My gaze never leaves the mirror as he thrusts his fingers into my saturated pussy. He plays with me, toys with me, his thumb coming up to circle my clit. My eyes threaten to close and seeing this, his free hand comes up to wrap around my throat. It’s a silent warning. I swallow, forcing my eyes to stay locked on the spot in the mirror where Nico is playing with me.
“Good girl.” He praises, his hot breath hitting my ear. I shiver, my stomach tightening, pussy contracting with the praise. I love being his good girl. Love how he plays my body, makes it sing like he is the conductor, and I am his own personal choir. How my whole body comes alive under his skilful ministrations. He has trained me to respond to his every little touch, just like he said he would.
“Nico,” I whimper when he hits that spot that has me seeing stars.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Watch yourself as your pussy contracts and you soak my fingers.” He growls, thrusting intome harder. My back arches, an intense orgasm taking hold of me. My gaze shifts to Nico’s face. He smirks. “Eyes on your pussy, Tesoro, and keep them there. Look at your pulsing cunt. It’s an exquisite sight.”
I moan, riding his fingers harder until my climax wracks through my body. I cry out his name, my gaze never leaving the mirror as I watch Nico take me over the edge. Watch my pussy throb. Pure ecstasy, thrums in my veins and from the mixture of satisfaction, awe and lust on Nico’s face. I have never felt so desired. So sexy.
The elevator stops with a ding, snapping me from my sensual thoughts and my body heats just remembering it. I’m aroused. Horny. And I really wish Nico didn’t have to work tonight. Shaking my head, I sigh, moving into the hallway. My cell chimes in my purse and I reach to grab it. Making my way to the door, I fish it out, grinning when I see the name on the screen. Flashing the fob at the screen beside the door, that grants me access to my apartment, I wait for the lock to click, pushing it open and stepping inside.
Swiping the screen to answer, I bring the phone to my ear. “Hey,” I greet.
“Don’t hey me girl, I haven’t heard from you since you moved out of the hostel.” Selena scolds.
I chuckle, dropping my bag to the counter and making my way to my bedroom. “I know. I’m sorry, I’ve been busy. What’s up? How have you been?” I ask, padding into the attached bathroom. Holding my cell between my shoulder and ear, I plug the tub, turn on the faucet and pour in a healthy amount of bubbles and bath salts.
“Yeah. Yeah. I will forgive you. This time,” she adds with a dramatic sigh. I chuckle, reaching up and pulling the cell from my ear when she squeals down the line. “I moved in with Eric.”
“That’s no surprise. I knew it would happen.” I state.
The line goes silent, and I almost think the call has disconnected but then her unsure whisper hits me. “He wants me to quit dancing at The Executive Club.”
I pause, straightening. I hear the uncertainty in her voice, and without thinking about it, I blurt. “And is that what you want?” I could tell her not to, that it’s controlling behavior and a red flag, but then that would make me a hypocrite. After all, Nico demanded I stop dancing at the club, and I didn’t put up much of a fight about it. Honestly, I’m the last person qualified to give Selena any advice.
Without even seeing her, I know she is chewing her lip, contemplating my question. “I mean, I want to be with Eric, and I love dancing. But is it where I see myself in another year? No. The money is good, but I don’t want to take my clothes off forever.” She laughs but I hear the honesty in her voice.
“You have your answer then”, I say with a nod of my head, even though she can’t see me.
She sighs wearily. “Not really. I don’t have anything else lined up and I don’t want to rely on Eric for money. I’m not that girl. I want to make my own way, you know.”
My chest tightens. This is why Selena, and I are friends. We are similar in that way. “Only you can make the decision, Selena. I’m sure you already have a nice stack of cash adding up. Even if you only stay there for another couple of months, you can make enough to give you some breathing room to find something else. Enough so that you don’t have to rely on Eric.”
She is silent for a long beat, no doubt mulling over my advice. “I guess. How did you feel? When you left The Executive Club, I mean?” she clarifies.
I consider her words, but it doesn’t take long before I give her an honest answer. “I didn’t strip because I wanted to, Selena. It was a means to an end. I made more money doing that than I would working in a diner. Yes, I love to dance. I’ve been doingballet even before I could walk. But even though it was a high-end club, and yes, sometimes it made me feel powerful, there was a tiny part of me that felt dirty. Taking my clothes off. Exposing my body to men. Men who had more money than they knew what to do with, thinking they could treat you however they wanted. You saw how that guy man-handled me on my last night there. It scared me, Selena. His hands on me, touching me like he had a right to.”
My brows furrow. Until I just said those words, I didn’t realize it was how I really felt about working at The Executive Club. Maybe I suppressed my real feelings because it was my only way of survival. Though at the time, I hated Nico for making me quit. I can admit now, I’m grateful he did.
Glancing down, I notice the tub already halfway full and the bathroom filling with steam. Reaching over, I turn off the faucet and move back to my bedroom.
“I guess I have a lot to think about then.” She blows out a breath. “Anyway, changing the subject. When can I come over for girls’ night and to see your new place?”
“Whenever you want.” I laugh, though I doubt Nico will be pleased with my offer. I know he likes me all to himself. As much as I like him all to myself.
Selena shrieks. “I have some time off next week. Let’s do something then.”
