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"We'll be leaving now," he said, nodding at the older man. "Until next time."
"Goodbye," I whispered at Capri, knowing her tortured gaze would follow me into my dreams. "I hope I'll see you again soon."
She merely nodded as Grayson led me away. I was too scared to bring up the man or Capri again, but I could tell by his troubled expression, the older man's mistreatment of my friend hadn't escaped Grayson, either.
The ride back home in Grayson's limousine was quiet and charged with electricity. He didn't take his eyes off me once, staring intently as we drove back to the penthouse. I knew whatever was coming when we returned would include him stripping my clothes off and edging me until I begged for release. There were still a few hours to go, hours where I wouldn't be allowed to come, and I had a feeling Grayson would take the time to torture me so beautifully I'd be desperate for more.
I wasn't wrong. The moment we arrived back in the penthouse, he undid his bowtie, his eyes devouring me as he said, "Finally alone, Kitty. Join me in front of the locked door in the hallway in ten minutes. Keep on your lingerie, the jewels, and the shoes. Your hair and makeup exactly the way it is now."
I nodded, feeling goosebumps erupt all over my skin as I closed the door to my bedroom, leaning against it with my back. Carefully, I peeled the red satin dress off me, taking a long, critical look at my body in the floor-length mirror in my room. I looked good—possibly better than I'd ever looked.
Minutes later, I waited for Grayson in front of the door I'd questioned him about the first time I came to his home. My nerves were getting the better of me, and I was trembling in anticipation when he arrived, his eyes filled with dark intent.
"Hello, Kitty," he said in his gravelly, sexy voice. "Are you ready to play?"
"Yes, Sir," I quipped.
He took an old-fashioned gold key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Curiously, I peeked inside the room, but it was dark. Grayson turned on the dimmed lights a moment later, and my eyes widened in surprise.
It was a playroom, but it certainly wasn't meant for children. The room had an enormous black and red round bed with a fur throw on it, and several pieces of equipment my imagination quickly worked out to be meant for sex. I felt myself blushing deeply, but I didn't have a moment to consider what was happening, as Grayson's fingers wrapped around mine and he invited me deeper into the dark room.
"Welcome," he muttered. "I've been waiting to bring you here, Kitty. I think you're going to love it."
"Yes, S-Sir." I couldn't help stuttering, my nerves getting the best of me yet again. "What do you want me to do?"
"Everything," came his reply, accompanied by a devilish grin. "Except come, of course."
Moments later, he'd explained most of the furniture in the room, sending shivers of embarrassment and excitement all over my body. My blood was pumping with adrenaline. I wanted him to do things to me. To hurt me, to pleasure me, to bring me so close to the brink I'd be begging for more. Grayson seemed to sense my feelings, and he gently guided me to the bed, ordering me to lie on my back.
"Worry not, my Kitty," he spoke up in a low growl. "I won't use any of those on you tonight. It's too soon. This night is all about you."
I was relieved and disappointed at the same time, but I trusted his judgement. Grayson's fingers slid over my body with appreciation, and I trembled beneath his touch. He slid my thong down my hips, exposing my needy pussy which had been waxed nearly bare, according to his instructions.
"I'm so fucking tempted to taste you," he muttered. "But first, you have to dance for me."
"There's no music," I managed weakly, but he merely smiled and clicked his fingers. The sound of the piano filled the room as if by magic. "Well, that will do..."
"Do you need anything else? Shoes?"
"No," I shook my head. "This is enough."
"Then by all means, Kitty," he smirked. "The floor is yours."
I stood up, taking a deep breath as I waited for the music to wash over me. I remembered the dance I'd performed at my last audition, allowing the memory of it to put me back on the stage where I'd never danced before. I made the music my own and began to dance. Classical ballet moves mixed with my own creations to form a dance designed to seduce Grayson Kline into giving me everything I'd ever wanted.
While I danced, I felt his gaze on me, eyes following me as I moved through the room, thirstily drinking me in as I twisted my body this way and that. The music carried into another concerto, faster, with a quicker pace. My steps picked up too, and I was twirling on the floor until I came crashing to my knees in front of Grayson at the very end of the song.
