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“Get up,” he demands from his full height with a slow flick of his first two fingers.
On shaky legs, I stand before him, my arms heavy, hanging by my sides.
“Do it again.” He nods to the center of the floor.
“Sir?” My brows dip in confusion.
“You will redo your routine. You will not falter. When you finish, I will fuck your sweaty body right here on this floor and make you forget all if it.”
I stand before him. Then I turn and walk to the center of the floor. Demetri’s steps carry him across the room. I wait with my chin held high for the song to start over. The lights dim around my body on count four. Five is when I blink away the tears. Six is a deep breath garnering energy I don’t feel. Seven is a wish and a prayer. On eight, a newfound strength surges, lifting me off the flat of my feet to the point of my toes and moves me across the floor. My arms sway as if a light breeze is blowing string in the wind. Refined, carefree, but in control movements drive me. My breathing is heavy. My toes plead to be released of their duty. My arms ache with the strength it takes to look flawless. My head screams for something more. Something so much more as I move across the floor in a fast sequence. I listen to the lyrics, a song singing about wanting no one else. I finish with a burst of energy and land my jump perfectly.
My head hangs, my chin presses into my rising and falling chest.
My knees push into the hardwood while I wait.
The song changes to something dark. Something deep and emotional. A woman is begging for it all.
I wait, knowing not to move. Waiting for direction as I listen to the lyrics.
Demetri’s heavy steps circle around me. The tip of his finger runs over my skin as he rounds my body.
I become a pool of want, drowning in his sexual prowess.
I was once so fearful of his intensity. Now, I crave it. Thirsty for whatever he desires from me, from my body, from my soul.
His fingers pass over my bare back, stopping at the curve of my spin before drifting to my shoulder where he crooks his finger under the thin strap of my leotard. He slides it over the edge until it carelessly falls down my arm. He stands at my back. The fabric of his dress pants brush against my spine. With both hands he reaches down and cups my jaw, lifting my head back until our eyes connect.
“So very beautiful.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, pushing the tender skin to the side. Releasing my lip, he repositions his hands and holds my face in his palms at an angle that he desires. He leans down from hovering above me and places his lips at my hairline. I feel the wet heat of his tongue touch my skin. My eyes close, letting myself feel him. Slowly, he licks away a line of sweat from my forehead, down between my brows over the bridge of my nose to the tip and then sucks my upper lip into his mouth. Releasing my lip, he walks around and stands directly in front of me. With the pad of his finger, he lifts my chin.
Taking a deep breath, I gaze up at him in awe. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I will always find you.” He watches me a moment, caressing my chin with his thumb before saying, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when your father passed.”
“You disliked him.”
“I didn’t know him. So he is no loss to me. I am sorry I wasn’t here foryou, firefly.”
His words bring on the stream of tears.
“What do you need from me?” His thumb brushes back and forth over my chin.
I close my eyes and inhale his masculine scent while feeling the erogenous beat of the music in my belly. “You,” I breathe.
“Do you want your husband or your Dom?”
“I want it all.” I raise my sight to meet his, pleading for it.
To be on your knees in front of a man like Demetri, and cherish him the same way I’m witnessing him treasuring me in the hard gaze of his magnetic eyes is a privilege. I feel powerful. He makes me feel strong when he is the one with all the physical strength.
“You sure?”
“I want your colorful body lying on top of mine, bruising my fair skin with domineering pressure. I want you. All of you, every bit of you. I want you to seep into my pores and become physically one with my body.”
“Not your body, firefly. You.”
His gaze becomes feral, a devouring energy that has me gravitating towards him. But there is also something else hedging behind his desire as his thumb runs back and forth over my jawline.
It’s apprehension.
