Chapter 11 Austin
ELEVEN
AUSTIN
“Your hand needs to stay on my lower back, Mr. Massey.”
“I apologize, Ms. DeLuca. I’m focusing so much on my feet that I forget about my hand placement.”
I look down and give her a smile that’s more a display of teeth than an offer of charm and humility. Since I’ve made no move to rectify the problem, I allow her to reach back and raise my hand up from where I let it slip to her ass. Correction: I put it there purposely.
Emi gives me a tight smile and continues to unnecessarily lead me through the steps of a samba.
I know how to do this dance, just like I know all the other forms of ballroom from years of dancing with my mother.
I could lead Emi around this empty studio as easily as breathing.
But that’s not the fantasy we’re playing out right now.
Tonight, I’m a guy who’s hired her to teach him how to ballroom dance. A guy who’s been watching her from afar and getting more obsessed with her by the day. A guy who plans on using this lesson as an excuse to get what he wants from her.
It’s easy to imagine someone becoming obsessed with her; she’s always beautiful, but in her element like this, she’s absolutely ethereal.
Her hair flows in black waves down her back, taunting my hands with its freedom.
A sleek white tank top with crisscross spaghetti straps hugs her unbound breasts, and a glance at her nipples peaking against the tight fabric proves her outward discomfort with me is all for show.
The filmy pink skirt swirls around her thighs as her hips twist, her heels clicking on the hardwood with every step we take across the dance floor.
As our bodies move together, I give her a reprieve and keep the rigid form without taking any liberties. My plans for her are as much a dance as the one she’s pretending to teach me. There’s a give and take, a push and pull. A time to let her lead and a time I’ll force her to follow.
I let her spin out, then pull her back in harder than necessary, causing her to slam into the harder planes of my body. She tries to push against my chest to put the proper distance between us, but I don’t relent in my hold on her.
“Mr. Massey, please,” she says softly. “This isn’t professional.”
The delicious little tremor in her voice coaxes my predator closer to the surface.
I feel him yawn and stretch inside me, slowly waking and filling my body with the merciless animal who gets off on the pleas of its prey.
And just as I’m changing, so will she. Not quite yet, though.
During our games, she pretends to fight her change for a while.
But eventually the regal princess slips away, and a beautiful doll stands in her place. My beautiful doll.
“No, it’s not.” My voice lowers to match the more insidious nature of the man now standing before her.
The man who walked into her studio doling out charm and appropriate deference to her authority is snuffed out.
Now she is the one who will defer to my authority over her body, according to my whims. “But then you knew this wasn’t going to be a proper dance lesson, didn’t you? ”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. That’s what you signed up for. You hired me to teach you how to dance.”
“I signed up for the pretense, but you and I both know this isn’t what we’re here for.”
She tries to take a step back, but it’s no use. “I think it’s time for you to leave, Mr. Massey.”
“Master.”
“What?”
“Instead of Mr. Massey, I think I’d like to hear you call me Master.”
I’ve never requested this before, but it feels right for this particular character I’m playing.
I wasn’t sure how it’d go over with Emi, but this close I can see her pupils swallowing the dark chocolate of her irises and the pulse beating a rapid tattoo beneath the delicate skin of her throat.
And even if I couldn’t see those signs of her arousal, the almost imperceptible tilt of her hips to connect her pussy with my thigh speaks volumes.
My little doll is practically purring from the idea.
“I’m not calling you Master or anything else. We’re done here.”
In the blink of an eye, I turn so that her back is against the huge wall of mirrors, the ballet barre the perfect height to press into her lower back, keeping her pelvis thrust forward for me. “Yes, you will,” I growl against her ear, “and we’re not even close to being done.”
She injects a bit of steel into her voice. “Get the hell off me.”
“Make me.” I chuckle, moving lower to bite that sensitive spot over her racing pulse.
She gasps so prettily, making my cock lengthen behind the pathetic barrier of my dress slacks.
I reward her with a soothing lick of my tongue over the faint bite mark.
Sadly, it’ll disappear in another few minutes, but I would never mark Emi where she could be questioned or ridiculed.
Despite the music still playing through the speakers, I hear the tiny squeak she makes and feel her shuddering exhale that fans across my neck.
Fuck, I love it when she can’t keep up the pretense of hating my touch.
It’s like an injection of jet fuel to my system, and it takes every ounce of control I have to not go straight to my end game and sink inside her.
Instead, I can either pretend I didn’t hear it, or I can use it against her.
“Mmm, I knew you wanted this, pet,” I say, going with option two.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes as I grip her face in my hand to hold her steady.
“All night you’ve been fucking me with those sexy eyes, and now you want to play coy with me.
But your body tells me exactly what you want, doesn’t it? ”
“No,” she says, trying to shake her head. “Please.”
I’ve gotten good at reading Emi, and she’s mastered the art of words or phrases that sound like stop but really mean go. It’s sheer genius, really. Sometimes I think she’s better at this whole thing than I am.
“Please,” she repeats with more insistence, begging me so sweetly.
My free hand snakes between our bodies and cups her pussy over her gauzy skirt. “How’s this for hand placement?”
She makes a tiny noise of protest even as she pushes into my touch.
I can feel the heat from her arousal on my palm, I can smell it in the air.
It makes me ravenous for the taste of her, but part of the game for me is denying myself what I would typically do as her lover.
I’ll have to wait until I get her back to my place after this.
Then I’ll make her come with my mouth so many times she won’t have the strength to get out of bed till morning.
“No? Then how about this. You get on your knees and suck me off, and if you’re a good girl about it, I’ll not only fuck you quick, but I won’t destroy your reputation with the video my phone is taking of us over there.”
She narrows her eyes. “All that will prove is that you forced me.”
“Not once I edit it. It’ll look like you make a habit out of fucking your clients.” I reach down to release my belt, the metal sounds of the buckle causing her to lick her lips in anticipation. “Now get on your knees and show me how thankful you are for my mercy.”
Emi sinks gracefully to the hardwood floor. Once my pants are opened, I reach in and free my aching erection. Thick and vascular, with a reddish-purple crown, my dick looks as mean as the man I’m playing.
Peering up at me through her lashes, Emi’s limpid brown eyes plead with me. “That thing’s a monster. There’s no way I can take all of it.”
I bare my teeth in a fake smile. “Probably not. But it’ll be fun as hell to try.
” Fisting her hair at the back of her head, I give it a sharp tug, lighting up her scalp how she likes.
“Beg me for it.” She hesitates and swallows hard like she’s trying to work up the courage to obey my command. “I said beg me.”
“Please give me your cock.”
Another quick yank on her hair. She gasps, and her lids lower to half-mast. “Please what?”
“Please, Master,” she says breathily. “Please, Master, give me your cock.”
“Much better, pet. Now open up, and remember, no teeth. Or you’ll be sorry.”
Emi opens her mouth wide, and I use my free hand to guide the swollen head inside.
Wet heat sears my straining flesh, the intense pleasure causing me to hiss through clenched teeth.
I keep my thrusts shallow at first, giving her the chance to loosen up and find our rhythm.
But it isn’t long before I’m pushing deep enough for the head to hit the back of her throat.
“That’s it. Good girl,” I rasp. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking hot with your lips stretched around my cock.”
I pick up the pace a little, pumping my hips in and out, reveling in the way she stiffens her tongue to run along the sensitive underside of my dick.
Her nostrils flare with her shallow breaths as she fights off her natural gag reflex.
It took some practice, but now she doesn’t have a problem taking me all the way to the root, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Now craving a demonstration of her newfound talent, I palm the back of her head with both hands. “Deeper,” I growl as she stares up at me with a needy desire that sets me on fire. “All the way down.”
I pull her in until I feel myself breach the opening of her throat and her nose is pressed into my lower abdomen.
Her hands grip the back of my thighs, and I doubt she even registers the fact that she’s holding me in place, too.
Her eyes water as she swallows around the head of my cock.
I curse a blue streak and almost come on the spot before pulling her completely off of me.
Emi drags in huge gulps of air and uses the back of her hand to wipe the saliva off her chin. Glaring at me, she says, “That good enough for you, asshole?”