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"Do you trust me?" he asks again, unsure, his stare becoming more intense.
"Yes," I answer faster this time because I really do trust him.
"Good. If you need to stop, your safe word will be quarterback."
I stifle a giggle. "Alright, you know I won't need one, though. I'm so up for whatever you want to do to me." I catch sight of the paddle wall again and a thrill runs through me.
His hand moves up my body, over my abdomen, palming my breasts through the fabric of my top, then going to the back of my head, lacing in my hair. He pulls me toward him with force so our faces are just an inch away from touching.
"Watching you dance on that stage was fucking hot. Me and every other fucking guy in this club tonight couldn't take our eyes off you. But you don't dance like that for anyone else again. Got it? Only me." His jaw is clenched as he says the last part, so Neanderthal when he's possessive, and I kinda love it.
My lips itch to break into a smirk. He’s so serious, and my naughty side wants to tease him a little and see what he does when I do. "I had so much fun tonight, though, and I only just found this place. It wouldn't be fair to stop me from having fun with my new friends, would it?" I pout.
He moves closer, our lips touching. I think he is about to kiss me but instead his teeth sink into my bottom lip, and he bites hard enough to draw a whimper from me. "You think you're being cute by trying to push me, but you forget your pleasure and pain are in my hands tonight."
I lick at his lips, trying to entice him to kiss me. "Maybe that's why I want to push you," I whisper into his lips.
He pulls back from me, knowing how much of a tease he’s being. "Then you will pay for that little comment later." He takes me by the waist and guides me so I'm standing in front of him. He unbuttons my pants and slides them down my legs carefully until I'm standing in front of him in just my white thong, sparkly silver heels, and top. "Since you were enjoying yourself so much downstairs, why don't you start by putting on a little show just for me." He turns me to face the stage and the pole and slaps my ass, as if to send me on my way.
I sway my hips to the lazy sultry beat of the music as I walk, stepping up onto the stage. I took a couple of pole-dancing classes with a friend from college. I wouldn't say I’m an expert, but I know my way around a pole.
He relaxes back, legs wide, eyes fixated on me just the way I like. His gaze is heated with a fiery lust that makes me feel empowered and causes a flutter of excitement to run through me. This man is obsessed with me.
I let myself get lost in the moment, feeling the music in my soul as I pull myself up, spinning around and arching my back. I drop my head back with a flick of my hair as I move around the pole, knowing how much he will be itching to run his hands through the silky strands. I pull myself back up, twisting and contorting my body to the rhythm of the music, showing him my full range of flexibility. As the song comes to an end, I slide my back down the pole so I’m left kneeling, panting from exhaustion and the desperately hot way he’s looking at me. I'm gone, completely somewhere else, where Brandon Lewis is a sex god and I'm his little plaything, waiting for my next instruction.
"Stay on your knees," he demands, motioning me over to him with his finger. I crawl over to him, kneeling before him, staring up at him my eyes wide with excitement. He leans forward, cupping my chin with his hand and stroking over my bottom lip. "You are fucking perfection, did you know that?"
I don't respond, and instead I suck his thumb into my mouth, showing him just what I want to be doing to his dick.
"You dancing for me was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. Feel how hard I am for you." He takes my hand and places it on his cock, and I feel his massive erection straining against his pants.
"Fuck," I moan, licking my lips. I need my mouth on him so badly right now. I reach for his fly, undoing it and sliding his pants down his legs. Taking his massive hard cock in my hands, I stoke him. I'm so worked up I can feel dampness pooling between my legs.
He gathers my hair in his hands, pulling me toward him.
I lick the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum waiting for me.
He lets out a low hissing sound and grips my hair a little tighter. I take as much as I can of him in my mouth, sliding over his length in slow motions. He's hard and thick and long, and the way he is looking down on me like I hold the power to his every fucking happiness makes me feel fierce in a way I never have before. In this moment, I would give him everything.
He rocks his hips into my face. "Fuck, Cassandra." His grip on my hair tightens as he moves my head so he’s fucking my mouth. "What are you doing to me?" he groans.
With my other hand, I take his balls, cupping them and softly massaging. I feel it as they tighten. He reefs me away by the hair. "Not yet. You're a little too eager," he tells me.
"But I wanted to taste you," I complain.
"If you're a good girl you can taste me later." He pulls me up to standing. Dropping his mouth to mine, he kisses me roughly, his tongue taking over my mouth. My chest rubs against his, my breasts growing impossibly heavy, dying to be touched. And like he can read my mind, he unties my slinky little top, letting the scrap of fabric fall away. His fingers dance across my bare skin, stopping when they reach my breasts. He massages them roughly, twisting at my hardened nipples to a point where it's almost painful. It feels unbelievable, and I ache to have his mouth on me there as well. I tug at his neck, trying to pull him down to them so I can have some relief.
He pulls back from my kiss, his lips twisted into a sinister smirk. "I know what you want, Shortcake, and because you’re being so impatient, you can wait a little longer." As he says it, he twists them a little harder and a breathy whimper leaves me. I'm so worked up I could come from him just playing with my tits.
His hands disappear from my skin, and he walks away from me, over to the white wall where all the toys are. Excited anticipation runs through me, wondering what he has planned next.
BRANDON
"CLOSE YOUR EYES," I order her, and like a good girl, she does as she's told. I take the red silk tie and step in behind her to wrap it over her eyes, fastening it at the back of her head.
"What's this for?" she asks, all breathy.
I drop my head to her ear, sucking her lobe into my mouth then releasing it with a pop. "It's what makes this all so fun. The not knowing." I feel the scattering of goosebumps run up her neck as I say the words. Without the use of her eyes, all her other senses will be heightened.
