Dance for Me

by Kay Elle Parker

  Braun laughed, deep and devilish. “Who said anything about coddling you, Boadicea?” His hands cruised down to her hips, rearranged her more comfortably on top of him, then held her firmly in place as his pelvis undulated beneath her, thrusting his cock slowly along the seam of her pussy through his shorts. “I fully intended to take you during the scene last night, little one. Would’ve done if you hadn’t floated off.”

  She flushed so keenly, she thought the ends of her hair were singeing from the heat. She barely stifled a moan as her center slickened at the memory of his mouth on her, his tongue fluttering into her opening. “If you’d done that, we’d be having an entirely different conversation right now.”

  “Hell, yes, we would,” he affirmed on a growl. “There wouldn’t be any conversation right now because I’d be watching you ride my cock in the light of dawn. You’d also have an appropriately sore ass for not telling me I was your first lover.”

  Bodie shoved up, pressing her hands on his chest to push herself upright, and stared down at him in the dark. “There’s no way in hell you’re spanking me for not telling you something you didn’t need to know! Fucking Connie.” The sheets slid down her back to pool around her butt, cool air kissing her breasts and tightening the peaks further. She wiggled as the new position put pressure on where his erection pressed into her.

  The world flipped around, and she found herself on her back with one hundred and eighty pounds of aroused male pinning her into the mattress. She squeaked, wriggled, but quickly subsided when his teeth bit lightly into her shoulder.

  Oh, that really shouldn’t press her buttons, but he was seconds away from firing her like a rocket into the ceiling.

  “Connie isn’t part of this, Bodie; this is about us and the secrets you’re hiding from me. Because I know there’s more you’re not telling me.” His mouth nibbled up her neck toward her ear, and she tilted her head to allow him access. “But I get it, you’re used to holding back, being on your own. Anything you’ve told someone always comes back to bite you on the ass, right?”

  She couldn’t do anything but exhale and nod. If she moved a muscle, her body would erupt before he touched her.

  “The only thing you need to worry about biting your ass now, is me. Literally. I really want to sink my teeth into that firm backside,” he added when a nervous laugh escaped her. “But, that’s a special treat for later. Right now, I need you to say three simple words so I can proceed to ravish you as per your wishes, with no coddling, no fussing, and definitely no mushy stuff for good measure.”

  No more fighting him. How does he expect me to resist him when he’s like this, funny and dominant and sexy in the dark? Bodie closed her eyes and breathed, long and slow, as his lips captured the lobe of her ear and he sucked gently, sending yet more signals to her pussy. On a heavy exhale, she acquiesced. “I’m a virgin.”

  “See, wasn’t that easy?” His stubbled cheek rubbed lightly over hers, prickling her skin. “No lightning bolts striking from above, and hell hasn’t frozen over. So, are you one hundred percent sure you want me to resolve that issue for you, little one? Again, say the words.”

  “Yes.” She choked on her next breath. “Yes, please.”

  “Good girl. We’re gonna carry on being a good girl, aren’t we, and let me know if I do something you don’t like.” His mouth was everywhere but where she needed it—on hers, kissing away the rising anxiety. “This isn’t a scene, Bodie, but the safewords still stand. I don’t care if my cock is buried inside you, ready to pump my balls dry; if you’re not happy, you tell me, okay?”

  She could live with that. It was reassuring, actually, to realize he was thinking of her rather than the end goal. “Okay. I can manage that.”

  Now he kissed her, unerringly finding her lips in the dark. Stealing her breath and her wits with one long, slow melding of mouths. She loved what he could do to her with just his mouth; it was like he sought out all the bad stuff and sucked it away, replacing it with the freedom he brought with tongue and lips.

  He kissed her until all she could think about was how their mouths came together, until reality whipped away into the dark and he became her world. So much so, she whimpered pitifully as he drew gently away, reaching out and flipping on the bedside lamp so soft, warm light bathed the room.

  Bodie blinked up at him owlishly. “What?”

  The man who held her heart in his hands grinned down at her, handsome as any devil, before he rolled off her and onto his feet beside the bed. “Protection first, little one. If I don’t get the condoms now, I’m not going to want to leave the bed in a few minutes. You okay here for a minute?”

  If he was asking if she was going to run while he was in the next room, she was pretty damn sure the answer was no. There was no blood left in her head, and she couldn’t feel anything below her thighs. The sole focus of her attention was the needy throb between her legs and the responding twinge in her belly. “I’ll just...wait here.”

  “Remember, if you run...”

  “You’ll haul me back home.” A knot formed in her throat at the idea of coming home, to him, on a daily basis. She watched him prowl into what she assumed was the adjoining bathroom, and fantasized about what it would be like to do this every night. For this to become her normality.

  Waiting for her lover, her Master—and she had no idea when that concept dwindled on the fear scale—in bed, naked and eager to feel his body against hers. Embracing the safety he let her feel, instead of fleeing from him every chance she got.

  Maybe they’d have dinner before they both went to work at Avalon, after he got home in an evening from whatever job he did through the day. They would eat, then go to the club, and she would dance her heart out while he watched. She’d dance for him, only for Braun, and then they’d slip into their roles as Dominant and submissive.

  When the night was over and the club was dark, she’d walk home with him, hand clasped tight in his, and he’d lead her up the stairs to their bedroom. This bedroom. He’d strip her and kiss her, lay her down right here, and they’d fuck one last time before curling up together and falling asleep.

  No. No, fuck didn’t sound right. It didn’t fit the vision in her mind.

  Make love.

  Yes, that was infinitely more appealing.

  They would make love and fall asleep with her butt pressed into his groin and his arm snugged tight around her waist, keeping her safe from the monsters running riot through her dreams.

  Movement in the bathroom doorway merged daydream into reality.

  Braun stepped back into the bedroom, graceful as any warrior, and beautifully proportioned. From her vantage point, he seemed massive, a tall and proud visage of masculinity waiting to pounce on her. Muscles bunched and rippled beneath his skin as he walked toward her wearing considerably less than what he’d had on a minute ago.

  She kept her eyes six inches above his navel, not daring to glance down at his crotch. But her heart thudded like a war drum in her ears, her breath rasping unsteadily, even as her body sensed the arrival of a prime male specimen and welcomed him with a purr of delight.

  Don’t look, don’t look, don’t—ah, fuck, I looked.

  “You look like a serial killer just popped his head through the shower curtain and told you you’re about to die, little one.” Braun tossed several foil packets onto the drawers next to the bed, then sat beside her. Naked. “For all your bravado, this genuinely scares you, doesn’t it?”

  Bodie ignored the evidence of his arousal and scoffed. “Like hell it does.”

  Instead of rising to her snippy bait, he just shrugged those broad shoulders nonchalantly. “There’s no shame in it, Bodie. Everyone’s nervous the first time—it’s all new, you don’t know what to expect or how to act.” He stroked his fingertips down her temple, her jaw, her throat in the lightest caress imaginable. “The main thing I want you to remember is that I’m not going to hurt you. We’ve got what’s left of the night and all damn day to make sure this is the best e
xperience for you, okay?”

  She swallowed, appalled to find her throat tight. “Don’t do that. Don’t be nice to me, not now.”

  “Now, during, and after,” he retorted sternly. “We are not treating this like a quick fuck, Bodie. I think more of you than that, and you should too.”

  His fingers trailed over the ridge of her collarbone, skimmed her chest and the prominent bones of her upper rib cage before circling her breast. Around and around, never touching the taut nipple straining toward him, but sensitizing the flesh until thinking about anything was impossible.

  “Any questions, observations?” he murmured.

  God, no. Just keep doing that and we’ll be just fine, Sir.

  He leaned down, a smile tugging his lips. “Time to see if these taste as good as your pussy, little one. My money says no, because nothing’s as sweet as that, but I think I should check just to be sure.”

  What was she meant to do with her hands? Grab the sheets? Grope him? Maybe he’d like that. Would it make her seem too eager if she started pawing at him? He didn’t give her a chance to find out—warm breath washed over her flesh, then heat surrounded her nipple.

  Her body arched, twisted, but his mouth remained attached to her breast, tongue flicking and rubbing the distended peak he sucked on greedily. Pressure spiraled wickedly down her body, between her kicking legs, then pain spiked through her other nipple, caught between his thumb and forefinger. “Braun!”

  He released her with a soft pop of suction. “I stand corrected, little one. Just as sweet.” Returning to his task, pain blossomed through the nipple in his mouth, matching the one controlled by his fingers. Teeth and hands teased her until she writhed desperately on the bed, mewling like a wounded kitten.

  Braun finally gave her a break, letting her catch her breath as he nuzzled between her breasts. “I’m hoping you’re not having a panic attack, Bodie, by the way you’re wheezing. Just take a minute, breathe.”

  Breathe? How the hell was she supposed to breathe when her skin was alive with tingles and her body was seconds away from combusting in a puff of smoke? The brush of his stubble along the insides of her hypersensitive breasts was driving her crazy. “Braun, please. Please do something.”

  Trembling, she mourned the loss of him as he pushed up from his leant over position and surged fluidly onto his feet. Where his hip had rested against hers, her skin wanted him back. That simple connection settled her.

  Afraid she’d said something wrong, she held her tongue for fear something stupid and more damaging might fall out and make him walk away from her for good. Surely he wouldn’t, couldn’t be cruel enough to leave her when she was in this state, burning up from the inside out.

  Foil crinkled, and she watched with wide eyes as he rolled a condom down the substantial length of his cock. Oh boy, no, he wasn’t leaving her. He was just preparing for the next step forward.

  Bodie shrank into the mattress as he climbed back onto the bed, his huge hands circling her ankles, bending her legs at the knees and spreading her wide. Her muscles quivered as he looked at her, his eyes roaming over every naked inch laid out before him, with hunger etched over his stunning face.

  She felt like prey, and she didn’t like it.

  “Keep these legs right here,” Braun ordered; only he made it sound more like a suggestion than a directive. His hands grazed up her calves, along her thighs, in slow strokes. “How are you feeling, Bodie?”

  Was this how the blonde girl had felt, tied to the table with three animals bearing down on her? Braun was taller, broader, than all three Callahan boys smushed together, but he exuded the same raw desire she’d seen in them that night.

  No. No, that’s wrong.

  Not the same, not the same at all. This man was nothing like three adolescent teenagers wreaking hell on a young girl. Braun had a conscience, he had morals, and fuck knew he had a wealth of patience she couldn’t begin to imagine. He’d had more than one opportunity to take advantage of her, to put her in an untenable position where she couldn’t refuse him, and he hadn’t even thought about doing so.

  He’d been nothing but a gentleman.

  It was going to be all right.

  “Use your words, little one,” he coaxed, eyes focused solely on her face. The understanding in his tone gave her room to relax, and she chided herself for doubting him. “You can tell me anything.”

  Now she knew what to do with her hands. Even as nerves rippled under her skin, she reached for him, and Braun didn’t disappoint. He leaned over her, carefully easing his weight on top of her. Brushed his nose against hers lovingly before capturing her mouth and kissing her until every tense muscle just gave in and went limp.

  He covered her completely, surrounded her. She struggled to process the sensation of feeling so small and vulnerable underneath him, battled with the urge to shove him off, even as her body whooped and relinquished control into his hands.

  “Switch this busy brain off for a while. Why don’t we see if we can give Bodie the worrier the night off and let Bodie the explorer come out to play?”

  The heat of his shaft rested along the seam of her pussy, her own wetness slicking the latex of the condom. A constant reminder of the reason they were here, together. Naked and closer to each other than she’d ever allowed herself to be with a man.

  Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers digging into the proud muscles of his shoulders as they supported his arms. “They’re both me.”

  “I know, little one. Just give me all your anxiety and insecurities like you did in the club, and relax. I’ve got you, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” His mouth touched her cheeks, her forehead. “Relax, Bodie.”

  Braun kissed her again, long and slow, teasing her into reciprocating. The kiss deepened, cutting the cord on everything that was wrong in her life and letting it float away into the distance like a balloon.

  Her skin tingled under the brush of his stubble as he inched his way down her body, nuzzling her throat, working his way down to her breasts. Each nipple received a few long moments of his attention, much to their gratitude, before his lips travelled along the flat plane of her quivering belly. His hands smoothed over her ribs, followed the contour of her sides until they gripped her hips and held her still.

  Someone was moaning with each labored breath. As her fingers found purchase in the thick black locks of his hair, Bodie realized it was her making those wanton sounds. Begging him without words to continue, offering him unwavering consent.

  Consent was king.

  Her body arched like a bridge, responding to the pressure of his mouth on her sex. Oh God, if he was doing this to her again, it would take weeks for her to get her brain cells reorganized into working alignment. She squirmed under the flutter of his tongue, hips hunching in an effort to divert him away from that particular place, but she only succeeded in encouraging a roll of laughter to vibrate into her clit as he sucked lightly on the tender bud.

  “Braun, please, honestly, you don’t need to do that—” The rest of her sentence trailed off into a keening whine of need. “Shit, Braun, I can’t...you know I can’t...” She gripped fistfuls of his hair, tugging futilely on his scalp as magic tongue and lips sent pleasure surging through her blood.

  Braun didn’t grace her with a reply, other than a quick nip of teeth on her clit. When she bucked and writhed, he wrapped an arm over her hips and another around her thigh, keeping her spread open so he could continue tormenting her.

  Wetness glistened on her thighs, around his mouth when he lifted his head and grinned at her. Her pussy seemed electrified by the scrape of that goddamn stubble prickling her vulnerable flesh, but somehow, it only intensified the sensations he dragged kicking and screaming from inside her.

  “The sooner you give in and come,” he told her, “the sooner I’ll be inside you. I have a yen to feel this tight pussy clench down on my cock rather than my fingers, little one, so don’t wait too long to orgasm.” So saying, he released her
thigh and teased her labia before pressing two digits into her and pushing deep.

  “N-No pressure, then,” she choked out, twisting against the arm pinning her down. Her body had fond memories of these fingers, accepted them with only the slightest twinge of discomfort. Her toes curled, feet kicking again as he waggled his fingers inside her, arousing the nerves to breaking point and seizing her system.

  “Still so snug. Need to rectify that, don’t we, little one.” He thrust gently, shooting spasms of ecstasy rippling through her muscles, then withdrew his fingers. He kissed the inside of her thigh, answering her disappointed groan. “This might make you feel uncomfortable, baby. Just relax and breathe.”

  Three fingertips entered her this time, sliding through the copious wetness. She came close to scalping him, her grip on his hair was so strong. Served him right for making her breath whistle through clenched teeth. She yanked hard when her sex stretched to new limits, gleefully beckoning him in as she hissed in protest.

  God, was there no inch of her he wasn’t intending to claim?

  “There’s my good girl, so clever.” Pride radiated in his voice. “Trusting me to do this. Good girls deserve a reward, and you, my little pretty, deserve the world.” He lowered his head again as his hand twisted carefully from side to side, his fingers flexing inside her, and attacked her neglected clit with his tongue.

  She didn’t think she had more lubrication left to produce, but her body stepped up to the challenge and slickened her channel further. Muscles clamped down hard on the intruding digits. Biting off a frantic cry of release, she shattered around him in a tangle of spasming limbs.

  “Again, gorgeous.” Braun didn’t lift his head this time, just relentlessly marched her toward another orgasm before her system had time to recover from the first. His tongue toyed with her poor, pulsing clit until she thought she might die.