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Mikhail raises an eyebrow slowly, that possessive sheen still in his gaze. “Aren’t you supposed to make your customers feel special?”
Slowly, he reaches out, his fingers coming very close to my calf. His hand hovers there, so close to my skin that I can almost feel his touch without any actual contact, and another shudder runs through me. I feel as if I’m vibrating on the inside with nerves, the tension between us stretched so tight that I feel as if any moment it will snap. I know instinctively that it will be me that it hurts when it does.
His fingers graze my bare skin, ever so slightly, and it feels like an electric shock. It tingles up my leg, making me step back, nearly tripping in my haste to get away from him.
“You’re not supposed to do that,” I gasp, stepping out of reach. “I could have you thrown out of here for that, with no refund. Is that what you want?”
His smirk grows, and he folds his arms over his chest, still standing at the very edge of the stage. “Would you rather be touching yourself?”
Ifeelmyself flush bright red, the color beginning at my neck and rising up into my cheeks, and I hate both myself and him for it. “Fuck you,” I hiss. “You paid me to do that, and you know it. All that means is that you can’t get a girl to masturbate for you in real life, so you have to pay me to fulfill your sick fantasies.”
It’s as if my words go right through him. He just grins, laughing softly, his eyes sliding over me and back up to my face. I can see the growing hunger in them, the way it rises as what must surely be a game to him continues–but it doesn’t feel like a game to me. Not any longer–if it ever was. This feels dangerous, and yet, it’s that very reason that I don’t shout for Davik the way I would if it were anyone else.
“I know you enjoyed it,” he says silkily, his words rippling over my skin. “I know it wasn’t just all an act. No woman comes like that just because she’s getting paid.”
He breathes in deeply, his eyes heating. “I still remember how you smelled. So aroused, soneedy. You can’t fake that,kotenok.”
I can feel the burning flush of anger flood through me, because he’s right, and it fucking pisses me off. I curl my lip, glaring at him; some of my desire cooled with the fresh fury that he always seems to incite, eventually.
“What do you want?” I snap irritably. “It can’t be just to stand here and piss me off, unless that’s a kink you haven’t told me about yet. So what did you pay extra for tonight?”
He grins, shrugging as he walks to the couch. “A dance,dorogaya, that’s all. You can even leave the lingerie on. Youlook beautiful in red, by the way. Did you borrow that from your friend? The one with the bright hair?”
I flinch, seething at how quickly he picked up on it. Idid, in fact, forget my lingerie tonight–or rather, I’d forgotten my bag. I left it here when Ruby had dragged me off to her party, flustered and distracted, and when I’d come back tonight, the set that had been left inside was missing. It had started off my night on the wrong foot–especially since the only reason it could be gone is that one of the other girls stole it–and it’s only gone downhill from there. I had to borrow something from Ruby, which doesn’t fit as well as it should, considering the difference in our builds. I already feel off, less confident than usual, and having him point it out only throws me off my game even more.
Just forget about it,I tell myself.Dance, and hope he doesn’t want more.
But I’ve never known a man to not keep pushing once he’s found the edge of a boundary. And Mikhail, especially, feels like the kind of man who won’t stop.
The problem is, I’m no longer sure if I want him to.
Mikhail
She’s a vision in red.
I grin to myself as I slouch back onto the couch, watching her step off of the stage to change the music to the sultry, smoky beat that she prefers when she dances for me.See, pretty one, littlekotenok? Already, I’ve learned things about you. Already, I’m beginning to know you.
She would have blamed one of the other dancers, by now, for the loss of her usual lingerie. My reasoning for sneaking into her dressing room and stealing it in the wee hours of the morning after I finished cleaning up the mess that had once been Jakov was three-fold.
I wanted to unsettle her. I wanted her to wonder who would have touched her things, stolen them. I wanted her to feel slightly adrift, in need of someone else to trust.
I wanted her lingerie for myself, to keep along with the panties that I’d stolen from her apartment. A trophy of sorts to mark the next step in my plan. I gathered up the lace and thin fabric in my hands, feeling my cock throb as I imagined that it still felt warmfrom her skin, her scent emanating from it–sweat and flesh and sweet perfume. But that hadn’t been all.
It had been obvious that she would have borrowed something from the bright-haired dancer, the one who calls herself Ruby. She’s the only one, from what I’ve seen, that Natalia actually trusts. I wanted to see her in something else, to feel a measure of control over her.You’re wearing borrowed clothes because of me,malen’kiy.
It’s hard to restrain my need as I watch her ascend the stage again, her body already moving sinuously to the beat. The lingerie is ill-fitting, but it doesn’t matter. She might as well be naked for me, with how strongly I can feel myself react to her. The memories of what I’d done when I returned to my apartment with her things surface, fueling my arousal as I remember the scratch of lace over my sensitive, aroused flesh, the flood of release as I’d come, the lingerie wrapped around my straining cock, my hands still bloodied from Jakov.
A night spent extracting information always makes me needy for the pleasures of the flesh, and that was no different. It had been all I could do not to go back to her apartment and take her then and there, sweeping her away to the secluded place where I could do all I wanted to her and more.
I had to force myself to be patient, to remember how much more gratifying it will be this way. If I’d gone for her that night, she would have been terrified, but she would have thought,of course, yes, I was right all along to mistrust him. He was always a danger.
If I can make her trust me,giveherself to me without force, it will be so much sweeter to see her break, to see her realize thatshe made a mistake. It will be so much better when she realizes she wanted the same man that will destroy her.
I shift on the couch as I watch her dance, desire thrumming through me like the heavy beat of the music, heavy and hard to restrain. It grows worse with each passing day, the need more and more unbearable, but I remind myself that the plan is set in motion tonight.
Soon. Soon, I’ll have what I want. What Ineed.
She throws herself into the dance, but as always, I can’t be sure what is real, and what’s by virtue of her having been paid. I want toknow, before I break her. I want to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’s given in to what I know she wants, that she’s fallen thoroughly into my trap.
