Page 28 of Dancing With Doubt

“Why has everybody suddenly decided they need to talk to me today?” Roxie asked, putting her phone down as soon as they walked into the house.

“I have no idea, but that’s how it goes, isn’t it? You’ll go weeks sometimes with nothing, then all of sudden everybody needs your attention. I need yours now by the way.” He said, taking her hand to take her upstairs. He walked down the hallway to a room that they’d left empty from the beginning. Lincoln said he didn’t know what he wanted to do with it.

Was it another playroom? Everyone was out for the day, the kids at school, and Mandy and Tanya were gone as well. Did he want to play? She was up for that if he was.

Instead of a room filled with sex toys, she walked into one with a mirrored wall and a barre in place. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue with lots of room for her to practice in, even with the grand piano in one corner. It wasn’t exactly the same as her old studio, but it was close.

“I had this installed as well,” Lincoln said, moving to a side wall and pressing into it. A hidden door opened, and Roxie walked over to find drawers filled with ballet costumes, shoes, and even a few tutus hanging from a rod.

“That’s incredible, Lincoln.” She said with a hug as he came up to stand beside her.

“I know I can’t replace your old studio, or the people you’ve lost along the way, and I can’t take away your pain, but I hope this reminds you of the good times from the past, helps you to remember the past with more joy.”

“I don’t know what to say, Lincoln.” She looked up at him, at a loss for words. “Thank you.”

“Why don’t you hit play on that?” Lincoln pointed at a small stand that held a stereo.

The thing was old, and she grew certain as she got up next to it that it was exactly like the one she had in her studio all those years ago.

“Turn it on,” Lincoln said as she looked over the stereo, putting her fingers on familiar buttons.

Roxie flipped a button without looking and her finger automatically found the play button for the CD player. A familiar thump started, and Roxie covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

Don’t Cha by the Pussycat Dolls filled the room and Roxie began to dance as memories flooded her mind. She and June used to dance to this all the time, out of the prying eyes of their parents, daring each other into dirtier versions of each routine they came up with. Her body remembered the steps and she gave Lincoln his own private performance.

He went to the wardrobe, took out a black tutu, and held it from one finger as she came to a stop in front of him. She took off the dress she’d worn, kicked off her shoes, and put the tutu on to continue dancing for him.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you in one of those.” He growled, but she slithered away from him, combining exotic dancing and ballet.

She ignored what he’d just revealed about how long he’d wanted her and danced over to the piano as the song ended. She tapped the black piano with her eyebrows raised.

“At your service, ma’am.” He drawled. “What would you like me to play?”

“Hmm, Ave Maria?” She asked, tapping her chin.

“Indeed.” He answered with a crack of his knuckles.

He walked over, enjoying the sight of her in a black bra and panties with a black tutu over, if the look on his face meant anything. Sheer joy spread over her face as he began to play, and her feet, legs, and arms began to move.

He didn’t sing the vocal parts, but he didn’t need to. She could hear them in her head. It was beautiful to dance, though she didn’t have her ballet slippers on, in such a private, beautiful studio again. She lost herself in the steps, letting her body move with ease from one position to the next with a grace she’d never lost.

The last note rang in the air, vibrating from the piano as Lincoln’s fingers stilled and he stood up. Her gaze caught his and she’d never seen such desire on his face. Her breath caught in her chest as he stalked over to pick her up and carry her to the room she hadn’t been in for a very long time.

Lincoln clasped her wrists in the handcuffs at the top of the table and she waited, her body on fire for whatever it was he planned. Desire surged into her veins as he pulled her bra cups down and attached small metal clamps to each nipple. The skin burned, surged with sparks of pleasure that were only surpassed by the pleasure she found when he pulled her panties down and attached a suction cup to her clit. He was quick about his work, performing each task with skill before he finally stood over her, staring down at her with a roguish smile.

“You’re going to come so hard you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.” He said just before he put a blindfold over her eyes. Then it seemed he walked away because she did not feel his touch at all.

Headphones went over her ears, and she heard Two Feet singing that song that made her shiver with need. He’d watched her dance to that song not long ago. He’d stared at her in stark desire and now, with every drag of a baseline that echoed around in her ears, she twisted her hips. That bass was hypnotic, and the pulses of each new sound timed with the pleasure circling around her body.

She jumped when she felt his lips on her arm. Her head followed his when his tongue traced the swell of her breasts. His fingers dancing on her thighs made her legs draw together in a tight clench as she bit her lip. Her toes curled so far against her feet that she felt the joints pop. She didn’t care, she just wanted his touch.

The song changed.

I Feel Like I’m Drowning came on next and in that totally dark place, she actually listened to the song. Kind of. She did feel like she was drowning. And yeah, Lincoln was holding her down, but no, he wasn’t killing her. Well, he kind of was. With pleasure.

The table moved and she realized he’d climbed onto it. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she smiled up at him, blind and deaf but for the song playing in her head.

Lincoln’s hand came up to delve into her folds as a new song came on. Another one from the same guy, that she didn’t know, but the words mattered. The singer didn’t want anybody else, was that what Lincoln was telling her?