42. Paige
So. . . What do I do now?
Do I go to Damiano? Do I stay up here? Do I keep dancing? The song is about to restart. I could take it from the top.
Dom’s just sitting in his chair, leaning back. With the bright lights shining toward me I can’t make out the look on his face. Is he happy I’m here? Is he pissed? Has he moved on?
I take a few steps toward the edge of the stage, but Dom shakes his head.
We stare at each other long enough for Dolly to get to the chorus. Damiano stands up and takes a step toward me.
My whole body relaxes, my shoulders release, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
But then he stops.
And turns around.
He walks away.
I’m about to shout to him, to beg for him to stay, when he reaches for the back of his folding chair, closes it. He walks to me, dragging the chair behind him. He slowly climbs the stage stairs, the chair thud-thudding two steps behind him.
Facing me, he starts at my feet and slowly works his eyes up my body. I feel his gaze so hard it’s like he’s touching me. He’s no longer backlit, so I can see his face now. But his blank expression is almost worse. A minute ago, I could pretend he was smiling. Now that I can see him, I can’t read him at all.
“Dom, I—”
He shakes his head.
He unfolds the chair, sits down. He looks up at me, but doesn’t say anything.
I point with my thumb over my shoulder toward the pole. “Should I maybe do the dance again?”
He slowly nods his head.
“Gina said I should forget the choreography and just—”
He nods again.
I have to count a few beats before I can pick up my routine. It’s the refrain and I’m supposed to shimmy down to the floor then shimmy back up.
He bites his lip, watching me.
I take a step closer and shimmy down to the floor again.
On the way up, his hands circle my waist, tugging me toward him. I should be hopping right now, but with his on me, I can’t.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Did you come here to be a Cat girl or to be my girl?”
I step toward him. I’m not sure his chair is going to hold both of us, but I climb onto his lap anyway. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod, causing one of the bunny ears to flop down into my face. “And you can be whatever you need to be.”
“And what if—” Dom pushes the floppy ear back. “What if all I want is for you to be you—exactly you—and for me to be me and everything that means? That going to work for you?”
I like that. I nod again.
He stares at me a long minute. “Kiss me, angel.”
I lean in, and his lips meet mine, his hands immediately tangling in my hair.
It’s familiar and new, it’s sweet and aggressive. It’s pure Damiano.
I claw at his shirt. I need to feel his skin against mine. I grind myself against his thick bulge.
I know how to show him exactly how his I am. I start to slide down onto the floor.
Dom gently tugs my arm, standing me up. “You will most definitely be getting down on your knees for me. But not here.”
He’s right. It’s a bit gross, and anyone could walk in.
“Yeah. I guess your days of getting blowies in this place are over. Right?” Please say yes. You better say yes.
Dom looks around the room, his gaze lingering on one particular booth that’s slightly higher than the rest. He eventually looks back at me. Smiles.
Dom stands, takes off his suit jacket. “Put this on.” He helps me get my arms in.
I reach up to take off my bunny ears.
“Leave those on. And the tail. We’re going to need those.”
“Yeah?” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Yeah. My naughty bunny is getting one hell of a spanking for setting foot on this stage. I want to watch your tail jump with every smack.”
“Damiano.”
He leans forward, bites my lip. “Then when you can’t take it anymore, you’re going to swallow my cock to make up for all those blowies I’m going to miss from this place.”
I laugh out loud. Not quite the romantic sonnet I was expecting. “And what’s in it for me?”
“Besides getting to suck my cock?”
“Yeah, besides getting to suck your delicious cock.”
His nostrils flare. I love when he loses control for me.
“Well, let’s see.” He leads us off stage. “You get to sit on my face every day for the rest of our lives. For hours if you want.”
“I want that. What else?”
“You get my time and devotion. My support, my protection.”
“I want that too. What else?”
“You get everything I am, angel. And if that’s not enough, I’ll figure out how to be more.”
“And what do you want from me?”
Dom stops, steps in front of me. He rests his hand over my heart and taps one finger. “This.” He slides his hand over to my boob, pinches my already hard nipple. “And this.” His other hand slides down to my ass. “And every so often, this. But most of all, angel, this.” Dom leans down and kisses me, kisses me like he’s never going to stop.