29. Chapter 29 #2
"Well." I glance at my feet because his gaze is kind of intense. "I thought I might perform for you."
Sean opens his lips to speak but quickly closes them. He's holding something back. I wonder what he might want to say, but for now, I'm grateful for his restraint as I try to ease myself into this.
After telling him I'll just be a moment, I head off to change. Once in my bedroom, I check my phone because I heard it buzz earlier. Raven sent a reassuring text because, of course, I told her everything about my plans today.
RavenMad: Stop anytime you don't feel comfortable! Say NO loud and proud!
I give her some smileys and hearts in return.
Next, I slip into a simple black silk teddy. It's not sheer, so it hides my stomach, and I complete the look with a silk robe to keep my back concealed. No bra or panties.
I check myself in the mirror. It's perfect. My outfit is revealing enough for Sean's eyes without me being too exposed. Finally, I put contacts in and release my hair from a bun, letting it fall over my shoulders.
When I return to the living room, Sean's gaze locks onto me like I'm something impossible made real, his wonder mixing with intense, masculine desire.
A flicker of insecurity tries to creep in but then I remind myself it's just Sean.
Only Sean. And he's tied up.
I'm safe.
I hesitate about revealing the sudden shift inside me, but I know I need to. Trust in this situation goes both ways.
"Yellow," I tell him.
The desire in his eyes cools and he averts his gaze. "Would you like to stop? You're in complete control and I'll do anything you ask."
His response wraps me in safety again, turning my color back to green. "No, it… it was just a momentary feeling. I think I'm okay now."
He nods, eyes tracing over me freely. "I'm glad you told me. Anytime the color changes, let me know. That's important."
Watching Sean's eyes turn molten as they roam over my body dissolves any remaining nervousness about my plan.
I move slowly, letting the silk flow around me as I close the distance between us.
The urge to kiss him is so strong it nearly derails me, but that has to wait.
I don't want to risk freaking out and having this end too soon.
This moment is too perfect, too beautiful.
And I can't remember ever feeling so grateful for anything in my life.
What other man would be willing to go through such a long, patient process with me?
"Thank you."
"Anything, beautiful."
The way he calls me that… I can't imagine a more wonderful feeling.
I open a music app on my phone and let some music play low through the speakers. Sean is curious. I see it peeking from the curved corner of his lip. Quickly, I push the coffee table into the kitchen, making more space in my tiny living area.
"I used to do dance competitions. In high school."
Sean's brow lifts.
"I went through a 'musicals' phase," I continue, laughing at myself. "I'm a horrible singer, but I liked dance. I did that for a while until I moved to Hollywood."
"Did you win any competitions?"
"I placed third once. That was so long ago so I might be pretty awful now, but I'd like to do one of my old routines for you."
"I'm looking forward to it." His wide smile makes my pulse jump and I can't stop my blush.
I start the music and step back, letting it wash over me. The first few moves are hesitant; I'm rusty, and it shows. My feet barely remember the steps. But none of that matters because tonight isn't about perfection. It's about performing.
The dance I picked isn't complex. There are two high kicks, a few hip hop and pop moves worked in, but it's mostly a slow, rhythm-based routine as opposed to something that's technical.
As I stumble through it, my heart sings.
I've missed this—the thrill of the stage, the audience, being watched and admired without fear.
And Sean is giving me his entire focus, flashing smiles here and there that make the ache between my legs so much worse. I spin close, letting silk skim across his bare shoulders before twirling away again—a tease that's probably torturing me more than it is him.
My body craves to be closer.
He shifts slightly against his bonds when we make eye contact. He's straining yet holding himself back while I'm completely free. I'm freer than I've felt in so long.
When was the last time I felt this alive?
I keep going, pushing past the awkwardness until I find a flow. My body remembers more than I thought it would. Muscle memory takes over, and I lose myself in the dance. Each beat brings a rush that makes me feel like I'm coming home to some lost part of my soul.
The routine only lasts five minutes but feels like a lifetime and a heartbeat all at once. When the song ends, I collapse to my knees on the floor, panting and exhilarated as I face Sean.
"That was amazing," he says, grinning. "Imagine me clapping."
I bite my bottom lip, trying to keep myself contained, because this moment is more than I'd hoped for. Sean came, he stayed, and he's here with me through all of this.
I smile and blush, holding his gaze. I'm panting, my body humming and tingling.
Life is perfect and amazing, and the adrenaline is cascading through my veins.
Having Sean watch me as he's tied up and I'm in complete control is such a rush.
And all those hard muscles on display… I'm so unbearably turned on that I can't bear it.
I spread my legs a little, remaining on my knees on the floor, and press a hand between my thighs. I'm too wet, so I rub fingers along my clit, biting back a moan. I hold his gaze as I pleasure myself.
The energy around him shifts completely.