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“Put your palm over your cock,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsing music that rattles the walls around us.
He immediately moved his hand toward his crotch. Okay, so he wouldn’t obey when she asked him what he wanted, but he would when she dictated his actions.
“Nice,” she said. “Good.” She pinched her nipple hard enough to cause her to hiss with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. She licked her lips, trying to decide what to make Julian do next, reveling in the power of it all.
The muscles in Julian’s arm twitched as he struggled to keep his hand still on his erection, which strained against his pants zipper.
“Press down,” she told him.
A groan escaped Julian’s lips as he applied pressure to his throbbing cock. His hips hitched up toward his hand. He wanted more. Much more.
So he was communicating after all. Just not with his mouth. With his body.
And it was up to her to read him correctly and then decide . . .
Will I give it to him?
Or will I play with him like he’s a toy?
“Tell me what you want,” she repeated, the command now a demand. An order. She searched his wide, aroused eyes as he drank in the sight of her naked body. “At least saysomething,” she said, desperate to hear his voice.
His voice was thin and tense as he said, “I want what you want.”
“You’re lying,” she said. “You don’t want to fuck me? To plow into my pussy? To come all over my tits?”
Frustration blazed in his eyes. “Are you seriously asking me that, Skylar? Are you seriously telling me that’s not whatyouwant, too? Because thenyou’dbe lying. But when I say I want what you want, I’m telling the truth. Because anything you’d truly want, I’d want, too. Don’t you get it?”
She was blown away by his words, by the implication that submission and dominance and control ultimately all came down to compatibility and the inability of one partner to experience pleasure unless his or her partner was experiencing pleasure, too.
Was he right?
Could she really demand whatshewanted, trusting that, in the end, it would be what he wanted, too?
“Unzip your pants,” she said. She stepped up to the silver pole that was right in front of him. She circled around, one foot slowly in front of the other until she heard Julian’s zipper moving down, down, down. “Pull out your cock.”
She turned to Julian and stopped with her ass against the pole. His fist was at the base of his cock, which stood thick and long and throbbing. He was so big. So perfect that parades should be held in his cock’s honor. Hell, maybe there had been such parades somewhere in New York.
With his eyes locked on her, Skylar ran the tips of her fingers along the tops of her thighs, up her hips, across her stomach, her chest, her shoulders, through her hair, then stretched up to slide her fingers up along the cold, silver pole as far as she could reach.
Julian’s gaze found hers. Fire was there. He was just as aflame as she was.
“Stroke yourself,” she whispered. She stood there, breasts forced out toward him, thighs squeezed together, hands high above her head wrapped around the stripper pole as Julian fisted his cock.
Slowly, rhythmically, he stroked himself. His breathing grew ragged. Rough. The rhythm of his strokes uneven. She could see the glisten of his precum, so slick and wet, as he covered his cock in it, in the pulsing, dancing lights. He wasn’t going to last long.
“Faster,” she commanded as she let her arms slowly drop to her sides.
Julian fought to keep his breathing even as she moved back to him. A low groan emanated from the back of his throat.
“Faster,” she said again, unable to look away from the hypnotic rhythm of Julian’s hand stroking his thick cock. “Faster.”
Julian’s teeth were deep into his lower lip, but desperate groans still escaped him as she placed a foot on the other side of his hips. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when she sucked her finger into her mouth. She slid aside her soaking wet panties and fingered herself.
“Are you close?” she asked, arching forward to drive two fingers deep inside her wet pussy.
Julian moaned a guttural, “Yes.”
She lowered herself, fingers now deep in her pussy. His head thrashed from side to side as she sank closer and closer and even closer to his groin. She stopped, suspended in a deep squat, just within his reach.
