12 Aubie
THE IDEA HAS BEEN PERCOLATING in my head for a while so I figure it’s time to make it happen. I’ve waited this long because what I’ve got in mind will actually require two people and I want the right one to pair with me.
It’s a little S Jesus he’s beautiful.
“Nope. I like women too much.”
“Okay,” I sigh. “I’ll spare you the ‘the right man could’ speech.” Maybe I actually respect the guy, which is rare for me.
“Thanks,” he grins.
He’s probably heard it all before anyway. Multiple times. But thinking about it provides an entertaining diversion.
“Are you afraid you’re exploiting them when you hook up with fans?” he asks.
“Me?” I snort. “I fuck them. Pure and simple, no strings attached. I make sure they know right up front it means nothing to me and if they don’t like it, they’re free to walk away.”
“Kind of clinical.”
“I don’t do feelings,” I admit.
“A lot of guys are like that.”
“But not you?”
“No,” he says. “I’ve never been a one-night-stand kind of guy.”
“Well, there’s your problem, Dom. You’re in a one-night-stand kind of career field.”
He nods, grimacing. “No, I know you’re right. I just keep hoping you’re not.”
“You don’t strike me as the type to believe in fairytales.”
He actually blushes. It’s adorable. “You sound like my sister.”
“She must be a smart woman.”
“She’d like you just for saying that, but she has terrible taste in men.”
“You had to go and ruin it.”
“I’m not letting you anywhere near my sister.” I stick my tongue out at him. “On that note, I really have to go. I have shit of my own to get done.”
“See you tomorrow night.”
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My costume for the routine consists of breakaway clothes?a pair of white linen drawstring pants, a thin white button down linen shirt, and a black leather dog collar.
The first beat of my music drops and I feel my body start to respond.
I went for a raunchy oldie but goodie for this one, Golden Earring’s Leather.
I’m barefoot and blindfolded when Dominic leads me out on the stage with a leash attached to the collar around my neck.
He’s dressed like a classic dom in black leather–low cut vest and chaps with nothing underneath–and carries a black leather flogger.
My dick immediately stiffened when I first caught sight of him in costume. He’s going to wreck his fans tonight.
Having both of us on stage together causes a stir right away. Dominic leads me out to the pole and unfastens the leash before binding my hands above me. I’m already rock hard. He pulls off the blindfold, his eyes meeting mine, and whispers, “What if I did this for real?”
I know he never would because of his secret, but the thought brings a longing to my expression. “Please,” I mouth, and while I’m dead serious, it plays great for the audience.
Channeling his dom persona, he grabs the front of my shirt and rips it open, leaving me bare-chested and heaving. Licking his lips, he traces the fob of the flogger around my nipples and down to my abdomen.
My eyelids flutter as I strain toward him. Begging him with my body to touch me. To whip me.
He raises a hand toward me, stroking my chest before grabbing the ruined collar of my shirt and ripping it off my body.
I throw back my head and really put on a show, writhing against the restraints. He stalks around me, running the flogger through his hands while he pretends to look me over. Dragging the whip over my shoulders and down my chest while I buck and struggle.
It doesn’t take much to make it look convincing because I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. Every step he takes exposes the crack of his ass in those chaps, and he just keeps circling me and circling me until I feel like my cock will explode.
When he grabs the drawstring of my pants, I shove my pelvis forward. Begging. I need someone to touch my cock.
He purposely ignores my need, instead turning to the audience for their opinion. Overwhelmingly they urge him to pull the string.
His grin is diabolical when he finally does it. The pants loosen, the garment sliding slowly down my legs to pool on the floor.
I’m not wearing a thong, so I’m completely naked, bound to a pole and at his mercy.