Chapter 2
Sophia
I love being here tonight. The way Dean stares at me makes me feel alive. Every day with him just keeps getting better and better. We’ve traveled the globe, starting his security business, and everyday I fall more and more in love with the man.
His gray eyes watch me as I step closer to the pole in the middle of the room. I love turning my man on, and I even love role playing with him.
Most times we like to play, he’s the captor and I’m the prisoner. It’s how our own true story began. But tonight he wants to view me as the forbidden fruit. It’s why I’ve decided to wear red. Like the apple.
I sway my hips from side to side as I grip the pole with one hand. I do a little dance for Dean, wishing more than anything he was my husband. I’ve wanted to be his wife since I first fell in love with him.
At first we were too busy chasing after Bishop Blackthorne. Then we traveled to find my family, and after that our time was spent setting up Dean’s new security company. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life with Dean, I just wish he would ask me to marry him.
Even now as I pretend I’m married to somebody else, and Dean and I are having a torrid affair, it’s still him I think of as my husband.
Because that’s what I want more than anything.
Dean watches me as I dance. I do my best to be as sexy as I can, and I know he’s loving every minute of it. What he’s really going to love is the lingerie I’m wearing underneath this dress that I bought just for him.
It’s a tiny black number that I can’t wait for him to see.
I lower the zipper of my long red dress, and smile at Dean as I lower the dress, revealing my lacy bra.
He growls as he watches me. His eyes never leave my body as he adjusts his thickening dick in his pants. I love how easily I can turn him on. When we first met, we had to go undercover posing as a married couple to get into these lavish hush hush parties. I remember being terrified of having anyone else’s hands on me. Even Dean’s.
After a while he made me feel calm about the whole experience. I knew I could trust him. Like I still can to this day.
He’ll always be the only man I’ll ever fully trust.
I lower my dress, letting it pool at my feet. “You like this?” I ask him.
He nods, licking his lips. “Spin around.”
I do as he demands, letting him get the full view of my lingerie. It’s a whole get up of black lace and thigh high stockings. The panties are tiny, the bra is see-through. And by the look in Dean’s eyes, he definitely likes what he’s seeing.
“Nobody has ever seen me like this before, except my husband,” I say, spinning around on the pole.
Dean unzips his pants, pulling his thickening dick out so he can stroke it slowly as he watches me. “I shouldn’t be looking at you. I shouldn’t want somebody as forbidden as you.”
I abandon the pole, moving closer to Dean. “But you can’t help it, can you?” I ask him, running my hands over my body. “I want you so bad,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “This is so wrong. We can’t do this.”
I run my hand across his white button-down. “But I want you so bad. I want you to touch me. Don’t you want to touch me?” I tease. I love teasing Dean.
His mouth opens but only a groan comes out as he gazes up at me. His dick is so hard, and he swipes his thumb over the bead of precum at the tip. “Yeah. I want to fucking touch you so you never forget it.”
I shake my head from side to side. “I don’t think I could ever forget anything you do to me, Dean.”
“You’d like the way I touch you better than your husband, huh?”
I nod. “Yes. I would.”
“Do it. Touch me, please,” I beg, moving my body practically giving him a lap dance.
“I can’t,” he says, looking so tormented.
I fall into his lap, straddling him. I park my hands on both sides of his face, bringing his face inches within mine. “No one will ever know. Touch me, please,” I whisper.
The music drowns out his needy growl as he yanks my bra clean off my body.
“I’m going to own you tonight,” he tells me. “I’m going to make you forget about any other man but me.”
I lean my head back as his mouth presses kisses along my neck. “Yes, do it.”