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“This.” My voice is barely a whisper. “I need you to do this.”
“I'm confused.”
“You're not the only one,” I confess with a half chuckle.
How am I supposed to tell a hardened criminal that I like him better when he forces me. I don't want to obey him; I want him to pin me down.
“I thought you were OK with this.” Knox sighs, I can imagine him eye-rolling at his stupid slave, but I don't see it in the mirror.
“I don't want to do it, I want you to make me do it.”
“You do?” Knox inhales sharply. “I want to… I was trying to go easy with you… I didn't want to scare you off.”
“You wouldn’t…” I can't promise he wouldn’t scare me off. I have no idea what this man is capable of. I have no idea what limit I could put on my comfort living here and my mother's treatment. I'd put up with a lot from this man to enjoy what he's offering. I would rather know what he wants to do to me now than wait until I commit to something longer.
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Knox
Mytreasureknowsexactlywhat to say, exactly what to be. I need this to be furious, it has to be brutal and bruising, but I didn't want to scare him away. So many boys have tried to be what I need, but I've always found them too willing. It's different with my lovely treasure, nothing about him is willing. This may be something he craves, but it has to be drawn out of him. I didn't think he'd want to look at me.
“Your sister says you're a stripper. That didn't look like stripping. Quite different to your lap dancing. Far more skilled.” My sister loved to dance, but the pole was more of an end goal rather than an achievement. I've never met anyone who could do more than swing around the base.
“I don't strip,” Porter huffs. “But bare skin grips the pole better than clothes.”
“Interesting.”
“Please … Can I dance for you? Would it upset you?”
“Upset me?” I run the mob, I just watched two men die. I want to tie this boy down and fuck him stupid. I'm not sure anything could get to me.
“Because of your sister.”
“I'll be fine. I would love to see you dance.”
Porter perks up, that sweet smile returns to his face. It's cute that he thinks I cared for my sister quite the same as he did. I didn't want her to die, but I didn't try hard enough to save her; that will always haunt me. I'm more put out by the fact I didn't work harder than the fact she died. I am a terrible man, but that's what a decade of dwelling on it does to a man.
Porter slowly stands, turning to face me, that coy smile begging for reassurance.
“Go on then, treasure. Take that top off for me and dance.”
Porter backs away from me, lifting his t-shirt over his head. There is no way his skinny body can swing onto that pole, yet my own eyes have seen him. He puts his hand on the bar and spins, feet still on the ground, just like everyone else who tries. Then without warning, he lifts both feet into the air. He spins and climbs up the pole, his body constantly moving. It is a beautiful dance of precious motions that guide him gracefully around the pole. I'm speechless. The strength and muscle control needed to do this is astounding, but he can do it while looking sexy as hell. There are points where he is moving so fast he is flying, and other times where I can't predict his next move. That seems to be when he ends up defying nature, with poses like upside-down doing the splits. I've never seen the joys of watching someone prance around on a stage, and I've always veered away when Caeo mentioned it. I don't want semi naked women wiggling in my clubs.
But Porter could entertain me every evening and I would never tire of watching him. I'm a greedy guy, and I have no plans to share him with anyone ever again.
I need to find a way to keep him after the weekend, and if I can't bribe him with his and his family's happiness, then I'm not above tying him to the bed. I'm getting the impression he wouldn't be opposed to such treatment.
Suddenly he drops to his feet, the show is over. He's breathless but glowing, smiling like the cat with the cream.
“I'm speechless. You were fucking amazing.” All I have on me is a packet of lube and a cable tie. I'm going to make damn sure it's enough. My legs stride across the padded flooring to his side, hands grab his face and I kiss him hard. I'm going to leave him more breathless than dancing did.
“Oh lord!” Porter stumbles back into the pole as I release him. Mission accomplished; I think.
“Now will you turn around and let me fuck you against the pole?” He's going to refuse; I know what he wants to happen, but I want him to know what I'm going to do to him.
He doesn't move for half a minute before I spin him on his heels, landing him face first into the pole. The cable tie goes around the pole and through the rings on his wrist restraints.
“This is what you want, isn't it, precious?” My hand runs across the fabric covering his arse,
