“It’s all about technique.” Placing my hands on his shoulders, I started pushing him back to the leather couch. Once his knees his the back, I shoved him down on the couch.
Slowly, I undid the buttons on my dress. When I flashed him a peek at my lingerie, he threw his head back. “Fucking hell, Alex.”
“Like it?”
A growl rumbled through his chest. “You’re pure sin.”
“Why thank you,” I replied.
After smacking him in the face with my dress, I headed over to the stereo system. My music choice wasn’t typical, but it had meaning for the two of us. Once it began to play, I took the stage.
As Cher crooned about Jesse James, I twirled on the pole. I’d barely done a few flips when Deacon rose out of his chair and joined me on the small stage. Hanging upside down, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Enough teasing,” he grunted.
After flipping back onto my feet, I asked, “Aren’t you a fan of my pole dancing?”
Taking one of my hands, he brought it to the bulge in his pants. “You tell me.”
I laughed. “I think I have two admirers.”
“You sure as hell do.”
“Okay, I’ll put the two of you out of your misery.” Jerking my chin, I said, “Put your hands over your head.”
“Mm, I like it when you’re bossy,” Deacon teased with a grin.
Once his hands were over his head, I went over to my purse to take out the handcuffs I’d bought on a whim. Since I knew Deacon wasn’t one who gave up control, I kept them hidden in my hands.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“I want to undress.”
“You know watching you strip is one of my favorite parts.”
“This time you have to trust me.”
With a frustrated grunt, Deacon pinched his eyes shut. “No peeking,” I warned.
“Would you just get that fine pair of tits out for me and my mouth?”
“Patience, patience,” I murmured, as I edged closer to him with the handcuffs.
At the sound of the handcuffs unblocking, Deacon’s brows furrowed. Before he could question me, I quickly slid them around his wrists and the pole.
The feel of the metal against his skin caused his eyes to snap open. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I ran my fingertips down his chest to his belt buckle. “Owning you.”
When my hand rubbed against his cock, his hips bucked. “Let me out of these, Alex.”
“Not until you come for me.”
Narrowing his eyes, he sneered, “You’re full of shit if you think I’m not coming in my pants like a teenager.”
I cocked my head. “Are you so sure about that?”
