Chapter 7
" D ance!" he barked, making me jump with fear.
We were back at Sire's penthouse. He sat on his couch with his eyes pinned on my nearly naked body. He'd made me lose the velour suit as soon as we stepped off the elevator.
"Huh?"
Lifting his remote in the air, music flowed from the speakers seconds later. My heart raced. The set of Sire's jaw told me he was serious. Too afraid to push him any further, I began doing what I thought gave sexy and seductive. I couldn't handle the intensity of Sire's gaze, so I shut my eyes. Even with my eyes closed, I felt the heat of his eyes watching me. My hands shook against my will, and I couldn't calm my heart if I wanted to.
I wondered what was going through his mind. Why did he want me to dance for him? The music shut off seconds later. I opened my eyes to find him frowning at me. He sat forward with his forearms on his knees.
Sire had ditched his black button-up shirt and now sat there in a black wife beater. My eyes outlined the many tattoos covering every inch of his upper body. His muscles flexed when he ran a hand down his face. His curly, black hair was in a wild afro, making him look equal parts regal and feral.
"Damn, I thought that nigga Radio was trippin', but you are terrible..."
Sire's words were like a bucket of ice water being thrown at me. Now, I felt even more self-conscious than before. I wondered if he could see the droplets of sweat on my forehead.
He stood and slowly inched toward me. Once he was right in front of me, he lifted my head by placing a finger beneath my chin. "Your body is perfect, so why aren't you confident in it?" His words warmed my core. This close to him, his scent wrapped around me like a strong hug. I realized his eyes were kinda dreamy, with pretty, long eyelashes framing them.
I kept quiet because I lost the ability to speak. Goosebumps painted my arms when he began to circle me, slowly tapping into his predatory nature. When Sire was behind me, he pushed my head to the side, exposing my neck. I shivered when his soft lips drug across the surface of my skin ever so gently. I wasn't sure if I wanted to remain paralyzed or crumble from how good it felt.
His hands created a trail of fire across my midsection before he yanked me back into his chest. I softly gasped. Thinking became harder to do the longer his big, manly hands were on my body. He drew the shape of a heart with a touch so soft I almost thought I imagined it.
"You're a work of art, Novi. Why don't you act like it?"
I felt so embarrassed, but hearing Sire call me that also softened me. I was feeling so much at once I could hardly think. Would he realize I wasn't worth the trouble and kill me if I couldn't work at the club for him?
"I just don't know how to dance," I whispered.
I felt his every exhale, and it hypnotized me. Well, coupled with his hands, that continued to explore my body. I bit my bottom lip when he cupped my breasts and began to massage them tenderly.
"Mmm." I moaned against my will.
"Nah, that's not it." Sire's voice was so low it sounded like a rumble of thunder.
I felt cold when he stepped away from me, but he wasn't gone for long. He circled me again. With his eyes trained on mine, he bent down and popped one of my nipples into his mouth. The warmth felt so comforting and electrifying. I shuddered when he suckled a little harder. While he feasted and massaged my breasts, his other hand cuffed my ass. I hissed when he smacked me across the cheeks hard as hell.
My head tipped backward when he switched sides. I saw stars behind my eyes as I savored every sensation he created within me. It felt like my body wasn't my own. I didn't want to have this reaction to his touch, but how could I not when he looked and smelled so fucking good? Everything was forgotten as his lips kissed a line down my stomach.
He licked his lips when he squatted in front of my pussy. "Are you ready to tell me what's the matter?"
"I already told you," I quickly replied.
I froze when he began to untie the strings holding the gold thong together. When it was off, he inhaled my scent deeply then gazed up at me with liquid fire churning in his eyes. It was like it unlocked something within him because before I knew it, Sire had my leg hooked over his shoulder, and his face was buried between my legs.
"Ouu, ahh... Ssss... Mmm..." Everything felt so good. My body had never felt more alive than in this moment. He pushed his face deeper in as he licked and slurped my wetness like a dessert. "Sire..."
"Hm?"
He didn't pause to stop what he was doing. "Iii-iitttt it's too much."
"It's not enough," he mumbled before I felt his tongue bury inside of me.
That really sent me over the edge. I grabbed onto his head to steady myself as he rocked my hips back and forth against his slick mouth. I gasped in short spurts as an indescribable feeling washed over me.
"Sirreeeeee!" I yelled his name without concern for who heard. He was making me feel too fucking good, and I wasn't used to that. "Stop, I'm a virgin," I admitted. I was afraid he was going to go further.
He continued to lick my slippery folds with quick swipes of his tongue until he felt satisfied. He licked his lips, finally unlatching himself from my sensitive clit. "I know," he replied. He slowly stood until he towered over me. My knees were so weak I thought I was going to fall over. "I didn't think those existed anymore, but it's okay. I will train you to be everything a man craves and so much more."
While I wanted to ask what he meant, I couldn't fathom thinking right now. I'd just had my first orgasm, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced. Without another word, Sire spun around and left me standing there like a fool. Only then was I able to exhale.