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Max: Careful, Mona. It’s almost like you want me to get jealous. To get so worked up that I get up onstage with you and fuck you to show everyone here who you belong to.
A flutter of arousal replaces the nerves in my stomach. I type out a hasty reply, putting fuel on the fire building between us, then set my phone down as I hear the previous act’s music end and applause fill the room.
Mona: Oh? Who do I belong to?
As soon as I step out onto the stage, I can feel the heat of Max’s eyes on me. It thrills me knowing that he’s out there and can see me, even though I can’t see him. The lights rise on the stage and the crowd quiets as my music blares to life.
A few people in the crowd laugh as soon as they recognize the Lord of the Rings theme, and there’s a whoop that sounds a lot like Grace. I pull back the hood of my cloak and turn to face the audience with a stoic smolder as I brandish my sword.
Tonight isn’t a normal burlesque show or even a kink-centric one like the venue might suggest. No, it’s a geek-themed burlesque show. When Blair told me the owner of The Vault was a mega geek and wanted nerdy acts for a theme night, I lept at the opportunity. So here I am, performing a sexy striptease as Aragorn. Life takes you to strange places.
As the music builds and I reveal more of my costume—then take it off—the audience gets more and more into the performance. By the end, when I place my crown on my head and turn to face the audience with my sword and nothing else save pasties and a thong, the room explodes with applause.
I finally catch Max in the audience, and his dumbfounded look of amusement and arousal makes the performance worth it, even if I hadn’t gotten such a good reaction from the rest of the crowd. His eyes lock with mine before he turns to weave his way out of the room.
After I take a final bow, I head off the stage. Out of the shadows, a hand snakes around my waist from behind and yanks me inside the dressing room, then slams the door closed, locking it. I gasp and turn to see my assailant.
“Max! What are you doing in here? Someone could see you!” I shoot a worried look around the dressing room, but the rest of the performers have cleared out.
His tail coils around my leg, and his wings fold in to box me in even more. “What do you think? Showing you who you belong to, since you couldn’t remember earlier. I would have done it onstage, but out of respect to the heir of Isildur, I waited.” He nips at my ear, then grinds his hips against my stomach.
“W-we can’t…the other performers might come back,” I stammer as he trails his mouth down my neck and he palms one of my breasts. I was the show’s finale, but they might still need to get in here. I doubt he could play his succubus form off as a costume if anyone saw us.
“I told them I needed a private word with you. They won’t come in until I’m done with you.” He punctuates his words with a bite to my shoulder. “Now tell me, who do you belong to?” He turns me around and pushes me so that I’m bent over with my hands resting on the vanity.
“Max!” I gasp, and he tightens a hand in my hair, pulling me up to look at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed and I look absurd with my drawn-on goatee and crown still on my head, but that doesn’t deter him.
He tugs his jeans and underwear down enough to free his cock, then spits on his hand and smears it on his length. He slides two fingers between my thighs and groans when he feels how wet I am already. Max hisses in pleasure as he slides inside me. The stretch of him filling me never ceases to take my breath away, no matter how many times we do this.
“Who do you belong to, Mona?” he grunts, thrusting hard enough to rattle the vanity I’m leaning on.
“You. Oh god, Max, I’m so close.”
“Already?” he asks with a feral grin.
“Yes!” I moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me over and over and his fingers play with my clit as his tail dips into my ass.
“Mmm, that’s because this pussy knows who it belongs to.” He lets go of my hair to slap my ass, then digs his fingers in enough that it’ll leave a mark. “Who does this pussy belong to, baby?”
“You! Oh god, you. Fuck, Max, I’m—” My release ripples through my body as he continues to pound into me. It only takes a few more thrusts before he follows me, groaning my name into my neck as his cock throbs inside me, filling me up.
We both stare in the mirror as we come down from our peak, and seeing my crown tangled in my hair and smeared goatee, I burst into laughter.
Max starts to laugh too as he helps me up, grabbing a wet wipe from the counter to help me clean myself up as I try to get over my giggle fit.
“Never thought you’d be banging the King of Gondor, did you?” I ask, stepping forward to kiss his jaw.
He snorts and tips his head down to claim my lips. “No, can’t say I did. Another weird kink that you’ve unlocked within me.”
I pat his cheek. “You’re welcome.”
* * *
I’mready to drag Max into one of the private playrooms as soon as I’m changed out of my costume, but he gives me a mischievous smile and tells me there’s something special waiting for me at home. He’s been like this all week—turning my thirtieth birthday celebration into a week-long affair. Not that I’m complaining. He’s made me come more times than I can count, acting out some of my favorite fantasies. No doubt whatever he has planned at home will be wild.
A small shiver runs down my spine in anticipation. Max is all jokes and easy smiles as we drive home, laughing whenever I squirm in my seat and beg him to give me a hint of what’s waiting for me.
“Patience, greedy girl,” he says, as I ask him for the fifth time.
