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nineteen
Porter
Withoutmusic,withoutthewhistles and catwalks of other men, I move around the top of the pole with ease. This is what I was born to do.
“What are you doing in here?” Knox yells from the doorway
Spinning around the top of the pole, only gripping the metal with one leg is not the best time to be startled by an angry Mafia Boss. My kidnapper is standing in the doorway watching me. My grip fails and I can't catch myself before I drop down onto the mat. It's a hard fall, but the padding ensures I'm only winded. I'm more embarrassed by the fact I'm just in the new underpants and t-shirt for better grip of the pole.
“Good god, boy! Are you OK?” Knox drops to his knees by my side. His arms wrap around me, holding me down when all I want to do is sit up.
“I'm fine. Please. I'm OK.” I try to push him back, but he isn't deterred.
“Porter. Catch your breath, it's OK.” He helps me to sit, accepting that I'm not going to stay down.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here.”
“I left the note saying you can go where you like. I shouldn't have yelled. You just caught me off guard.”
My head shakes frantically, I shouldn't have taken such liberties.
“It's OK, Porter.”
“I don't belong here. I'm sorry.” I try to stand, but his hand grips my wrist, most of his fingers over the leather band that makes my position clear.
“I didn't mean the house; I know I have to stay here. I just mean this room. It's clearly personal to you.”
“I said you could go anywhere, here included.” Knox gives me a difficult smile. “It was my little sister's. She loved to dance, and Dad wouldn't build her a studio at home. Her home. I was twenty-four. I'd moved out three years before it happened. She said the only reason I built this for her was so she’d come to visit.”
“You don't have to tell me.”
“You are as devoted to your sister as I was to mine. I respect that about you. You have more loyalty to your mum than I would have, but I do understand the importance of family.”
“I'm sorry about your sister.” He doesn't have to tell me what happened for me to know it's unhappy. He refers to her in past tenses, not the present.
“I'm sorry about yours,” he replies.
My lips take on a mind of their own, stealing a kiss. Instantly his hand is in my hair, holding me tight as he responds to my affections. This really is my best option for my future and for my family. It wouldn't be such a terrible fate to live here in this house with this sexy bad man.
“I'd love to dance for you one day.”
“I'd like that very much.” He tugs on my hair, forcing my head back so our gazes meet. “I'd love to fuck you in the pool one day.”
“You can do what you want to me, at least until Monday.” I pull in for a kiss, but his grip holds me too far from my target.
“Turn around and grab the pole.”
The look in his eyes is unearthly; it is predatory, like the men in the club, but there's more depth to his look. There is affection in his look. I never want another man to look at me again. But it seems he doesn't want to look at me again, so I turn around as directed.
Soon, I'm clinging to the pole on my knees. The sexy moment of kissing and promising sex in unusual places has turned into an unceremonious, emotionless fucking. All the riches and protection mean nothing if he can't look me in the eyes.
“No. Stop.” My hands reach back as he tries to strip my pants. “I can't.”
“You agreed to.”
“I know… but…”
“But what?” He growls. His arm tugs on my hair, forcing my body against his. An arm across my shoulder pins me there, and suddenly I feel sexy again.
