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His eyes open and he nods keenly.
“You want to dance for me?” I question, the grin slips across my lips. I want him to want this. To want me.
He nods affirmatively. The boy wants to dance, and I shall not stop him.
“Do you need music?” I question, picking up my phone. Yes, I have a stripper playlist saved in my phone. Any good club owner would have a sound knowledge of what tunes to play in the back rooms, even if the women gyrating doesn’t appeal sexually in any way. I connect to the bedroom speaker and start with a gentle melody.
Instantly, Porter sways with the beat, getting himself in the right mindset. I'm already smitten at how he left the gag in after one slap despite how badly he wanted to talk. It does leave me guessing what his well-paying job is. It clearly involves dancing and he's clearly good at it. There is a natural rhythm to his swaying, an ability to follow a beat that can't be taught. This boy has a natural talent and love for what he does. His moves are cute, well timed, and verging on sexual, even in a t-shirt and scruffy joggers. I can't wait for the stripping to begin.
I'll call the first song a warmup, there is an obvious focus on stretching his long body, while still making the dance look good. I'm hoping for sexy, but right now I'd describe him as professional. His moves would go down like a bomb in my clubs even if his gender wouldn't.
The second song hits with a faster beat from the intro, and Porter is suddenly in my lap. What a change! Professional to pornographic in a beat change. His hands rest on my shoulders as his hips move in a god like motion that would look divine naked. His eyes fix on mine with an intense passion burning away all the fear that previously swam in them. His hands move from my shoulders, moving across my chest, pebbling my nipples with his caress. All the while, his pelvis doesn't stop grinding against me as his knees hold him on the bed.
“Amazing,” I pant, his dance leaving me more breathless than he is. His cheeks puff out as he breathes around the gag like a pro. At this point, he is sex on legs, every touch raises the sexual tension between us. This is such an intimate, personal dance, yet it is a professional dance. Sexual, but he hasn't actually touched me. I'm highly aroused, but I haven't touched him. This is a very skilled performance for someone who doesn't take their clothes off. I can’t wait to get his clothes off. If he agrees to my weekend proposal, I'm going to make him do this with his clothes off.
“You prefer the term exotic dancer to stripper?” My hands grip his hips, halting that hypnotic wriggle.
He replies, without attempting to remove the gag from his mouth. He is such an obedient soul.
“Take your top off.”
Porter's head shakes and he points at the gag. He's not refusing me, he's teasing. Playful little sod wants a spanking. I can handle a bratty boy; in fact I prefer it. I love it when a boy resists me, especially one who craves this as much as Porter does.
“Get your clothes off treasure. I'm going to fuck you right now.”
His body stiffens, but Porter's head doesn't shake. He makes no attempt to speak, just mentally processing my words. My little treasure wants this. He wants me to take control of him and ravish that sexy body. But he's so used to resisting the men he dances for, there is an understandable hesitation. I'm going to show him why he's going to do everything I ask of him.
“Let me explain to you how this works. If you want to keep your sister safe for the weekend, to give her time to think logically about this, you need to do what I say.”
Porter gives a little nod, but I know what hides behind his eyes. He doesn't want to do as I say, he wants me to make him. He wants me to strip him and fuck him like a cheap whore. My expensive brat wants to be used.
nine
Porter
I'mtornbetweenwantingeverything Knox has to offer and being terrified of this man. This isn't a small side booth in a busy club where I can scream for help if things get out of hand. This is me alone in this dangerous man's house, where screaming wouldn't help me even if I did have a voice. It’s the fact no one knows I'm here. If he doesn't let me go, no one will ever connect me to this man, our lives are just worlds apart. But I'm here and I'm trapped with little choice. I have no real option but to give it my all and hope for the best.
“I want you facing the wall, on your hands and knees. I will count, and the number I reach before you obey is the number of times I will smack you before I begin.”
His words have me freezing on the spot. I can dance like a flirt, but turning around is important. Being smacked sounds terrible but presenting him with my arse is unthinkable. And yet, his words mean more than just a swelling in my cock. They hit me deeper, I won't be dramatic and say it's my heart, it's further down in my aching hips. Well, OK, I've just danced like a sex junkie, but I do that most nights without rolling over like a slut. He's going to have to work harder than that if he wants all of me.
He said he was going to fuck me. I'm no blushing virgin, but I'm not going to be his willing sex slave. I do have rights and choices and hopes, and I will not let him violate me.
“One,” he begins patiently.
Why couldn’t we have met under different circumstances. I would have been completely open to whatever kinky shit he could be into, but being forced and humiliated isn’t something I enjoy.
No. Annie was confident as she sat in that chair, for her own fate at least. Hopefully she was able to call someone, and help is on the way. She ignored me because she was trying to keep it secret in case her words were recorded. That’s why she was left free to talk.
That has to be it. Rescue is coming. I just need to buy myself sometime, I just need this goddamn gag out.
“Two.”
I shake my head at him, raising my hands to resume the fruitless task of pulling the gag out. If I could just talk to him, we could sort this out. I could explain that I'm not into this sort of thing. There has to be something else that I can use as a bargaining chip.
“Three.” Knox crouches down beside my legs.
“You really don't want me getting much higher for your first time.”
