Chapter 19
Jamie
I wait nervously for Arnie in room four. My henna looks spectacular, thank you, Raj! And my orange lace jock is sitting nice and snug against my skin.
The music is all set up, and the lighting is set to a sunset mix of orange and red.
I hope Arnie enjoys this as much as I will.
He looked so unbelievably sexy in his black henley; the buttons undone at the top so you could see the intricate black lines of his tattoos that are slightly hidden by the cluster of thick black hair that sits on his chest.
Swaying to the soft music that fills the overhead speakers, I lazily hold the pole that’s in the centre of the room.
I let myself twist around it, lost to the sensual rhythm.
The circular room also hosts a black sofa that goes right around the room, with a chaise longue sitting near the pole.
For those looking for something more intimate.
I rarely do private dances unless I need the money.
Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I typically make enough from the main stage that I can go home, curl up and eat ramen instead of staying late.
I slide my fingers through my hair, eyes closed as I think of Arnie and tonight’s potential.
The door clicks softly open. Arnie takes in the scene, me at the centre of the room in his favourite colour.
He almost charges towards me, and for a second, I get giddy over the assumption that he is about to kiss me.
He doesn’t, though. Instead, he seems to regain control over whatever was going on in his head when he first entered the room and laid those baby blues on me.
Stopping in front of me, he takes me in from head to toe.
My makeup to match the underwear, my glittered body, the henna.
I can see he’s hard even in the sunset lighting, and it gives me the extra confidence I had lost from nerves over tonight.
“Come sit, I have some rules for you, and then we can start,” I assert over the music. He hears me and takes a seat, his thick thighs falling open, and it makes me laugh a little. How is this huge, masculine guy into me?
“Come here,” he all but growls at me, his hand out to me.
“R... rules first.” He is so naturally alluring that I instinctively step forward, but I stop myself before he can grab me.
“Thought that was my line,” he quips, but his face remains intensely on me.
“Have you ever had a private dance before, A?” I ask as I bite my bottom lip and watch him through my lashes.
It felt fun to flirt with him. Despite never having been with a man or even flirting with one, it feels so natural to do it with him.
He shakes his head, his eyes on my lips, licking his own before returning his gaze to mine.
“There are cameras in here. My boss knows it’s you who’s in here and has ever so kindly given permission if you would like to touch me during my set; however, no hanky-panky, unfortunately.
” I pout at the last part, but since we haven’t done anything since that one kiss over a month ago, I don’t have my hopes up for much else besides some sexy, PG fun.
Arnie’s breath hitches, eyes flared, and he smirks at me like the devil himself. I squirm under his gaze, even though I thrive on it as well.
“And what did I do to deserve such a high honour?”
I go to him slowly, swaying my hips, knowing he’s watching. His body betraying him as he leans towards me, lust in his eyes.
“Well, you’ve been so good to me. Taking care of me, helping me through this current... situation. I wanted to thank you. Dance for you,” I admit to him, my bravado faltering ever so slightly.
He tries to respond, but the music, louder now, starts up, and I step away from him.
“Just enjoy yourself, Arnie, I know I will,” I wink as I grab the pole, jumping to get into my first pose upside down. I spread my legs as I twirl before going right into the next pose, the thrum of the slutty song playing above guiding my body.
The glitter bounces off the walls and lights me up like a disco ball.
Arnie watches me with a look I can only describe as salacious.
I smile at him as I fall into splits, his jaw drops open, lifting a hand to his mouth as he witnesses me in my element.
The dance is sensual but filthy enough to garner a far more intimate reaction from my audience.
My body drives itself toward him before turning to dip. I trail my hands up my legs slowly in front of him. Looking through my thighs, I can see that he wants to touch me, so I wiggle my ass to invite him to do so. He lurches forward from the chaise and does so without hesitation.
I lean into the hot handling of his hands around my rump, caressing me as I stay stock still, my hands on the ground, my ass pushed up in front of his face.
Staying like that as he rubs my thighs, back over my ass, over the scoop in my back and then back to my ass again as if he is mapping my body for the first time.
Which I guess he kind of is since he never touched me anywhere else during my spanking in his office.
It’s all getting too much. I want to touch him back. Turning to face him, I get up and close before dropping to straddle his lap.
“This okay?” I ask as I place my hands onto the backing of the sofa, grinding slowly.
“Yes,” he says breathlessly. It’s heady knowing that I have some sort of effect on the Dom King who is Arnie. The fact that I’m on his lap, grinding, dancing for him proves how far I’ve come into my acceptance of myself.
Hell, the guys in the club didn’t even bat an eye when they found out it was a man I was putting on this lace jock for.
Arnie runs his hands up my back, pulling me in closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel my cheeks flushed from more than just dancing as his obvious arousal grinds up to meet mine.
“You’re extremely skilled, Jamie,” his raspy voice speaks into my neck now that we are closer than ever.
“If you think this is impressive, you should see what I can do when I’m naked,” I tease with a sexual confidence I didn’t know I had before. All these firsts with Arnie are making me brave, so I keep going.
“If you had me naked, I would let you do whatever you wanted to me in that locked attic of yours,” I whisper against his skin.
He freezes and I know I’ve provoked him too much.
He removes his hands from me and sits back. Just as I think he is about to shove me off his lap and end this for good, his hands grasp my wrists from their place behind him, and he pulls them tightly together behind my back before drawing me into him.
“I wouldn’t make a Dom promises like that if you can’t keep them,” he growls at me. The pressure in my wrists from his large, inked hand is starting to hurt, but I barely even notice it from my arousal that’s taken over.
“I don’t break my promises.”
I want him so badly it hurts. I ache to have him break me, to let him control every inch of me.
To take care of me both mentally and physically, I want him to dominate every inch of my life.
Arnie has something so enigmatic about him, and it makes me want to run away with him, letting him keep me as his well looked after pet.
“We’re not supposed to be doing this, Jamie,” Arnie tells me through gritted teeth but shows no signs of letting me go.
“I’m not a child, Arnie. I know you’ll help with Jed, and I trust you to keep me safe.
I need you, please,” I plead like a needy slut, but I don’t care.
I’ve had nothing but fantasies of Arnie naked, taking charge, taking what he wants from me as I succumb to the pleasure and pain that I know he will deliver oh so deliciously.
I don’t allow him to answer me yet, instead hopping off his lap and going back to the pole in the middle of the room. I grind myself against it, seducing him with my body the best I can before the music ends.
He watches me like a man demented, eyes hard with intent. He looks ready to eat me as his chest expands with each heavy breath that tells me he’s just as into this as me.
The song ends; I stand from my final position of the splits to turn and adjust the music volume so we can speak before we need to be out of the room.
“Look, I know I got carried away there, but I don’t have you for long in here before I have to go back to work tonight,” I tell him as I cover myself with a silk gold robe.
I tie it loosely as I mosey over to where he’s now standing.
Adjusting himself not entirely as well as he could, not with that fat outline in his pants anyway.
I take a moment to look at Arnie again and realise I’ve never wanted to see a man naked more in all my life. Will he be bare down there? Hairy? Whatever it is, I bet he has a glorious cock.
“You’re right, we did get carried away, Jamie.
We can’t do this. You’re in my care; I don’t want you to feel obliged considering what happened between us first. You can stay at my house as long as you want, I won’t throw you out even if you don’t want this with me after you speak to the uni tomorrow, and they make their decision. ”
I shake my head at him.
“Things have changed, Arnie, but not for the worse. Jed might find me, the uni might kick me out, things are uncertain, but the one constant in my life is you. It doesn’t make sense, and I didn’t think I would ever crush on a guy, let alone one that told me I looked terrible when he first met me,” I laugh a little at the memory of our first library session together, “I want you; don’t you want me? ”
I wait on bated breath to hear what he has to say. I don’t want to take no for an answer, but if he is serious, then I can’t stop him leaving this room, breaking apart what might be between us if we give it a shot.
He moves toward me, almost like he is surprised his feet are leading him my way. He places his hands on my hips, his thumb rubbing along the waistband of my underwear.
“Did you get this just for me?” He asks as he watches his fingers move to dance along the back of my hand and wrist. Tracing the lines of the intricate art that’s stained there.
“Yes. You like it?” I ask him as my breath becomes laboured from those lingering touches. He doesn’t get to answer me though as a bang on the door startles us, our bubble popped.
“You should get back to work, Jamie. I’ll see you at home,” he mutters as he pulls from my reach and heads to the door, his jaw clenched like he’s at war with himself.
His words a knife to my heart. Trying to stop him from seeing the disappointment consuming me, I give him my best smile.
If Arnie doesn’t leave in the next 10 seconds, he might see tears from rejection.
I mentally berate myself for the stupid young love fantasy of getting all glammed up to impress a man that might not even be interested in me sexually. Turning my head to the wall away from him, I nod to let him know I heard him.
My lashes drip tears to the floor at the same time I hear the door bang closed.