A Risky Dance

by Monika Summerville

  He gave her one of the most tender, warm kisses and her heart began to pound. He pulled back and smiled down at her.

  “That, baby, was epic,” he said.

  She put her fingers into his hair. “Don’t you mean epic fuck?” she whispered.

  “That felt like more than a fuck. That wrenched my soul.” His penis fell out of her and he snapped up the used condom. “I’ll be right back.”

  Sophie gingerly detached her butt from the table and pulled out a chair. She sat, put her head down on the wood, and wrapped her arms around it. She’d never been very emotional and couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried. Something made her throat tighten and she could feel tears form in her eyes.

  Here she was, almost thirty years old and thought she knew what she wanted in her life. She became very aware that she didn’t have the first clue what she wanted. For the last several years one-offs with strangers felt like enough. It became hard to think, but the one thing that came through clearly was that she wanted Riley. There seemed to be something about him that kept her attention in a big way and she hoped he’d want more from their brief encounters. He may not be a Dom anymore, but he gave her so much in such a short time.

  “Hey, babe.” She felt her hair move and Riley’s warm hand rubbed her neck. “Are you okay?”

  She straightened up in the chair and tears rolled down her cheeks. He’d squatted next to her and put a hand on her thigh.

  “What’s going on, Sophie?”

  She wiped her cheeks and cleared her throat. “I’m not sure. I thought I had it all figured out, but right now I’m not so sure. I think I’ve missed something.”

  He moved his hand under the side of her dress and started to unscrew the ring on her nipple. He did the other breast and set the rings on the table. He then wrapped an arm around her back and held her.

  Sophie put her head on his shoulder and the stream of tears dropped onto his skin and rolled down his back.

  It took a few minutes, but she finally calmed down. Riley got her some tissues and brought a bottle of whiskey to the table and poured a shot for her.

  She chugged it down in one swallow. “Smooth,” she whispered.

  There was a knock on the door and a man wearing a tight, black pair of pants and a bow-tie around his neck wheeled a cart into the room. He set covered plates and two bowls with salad on the table. They stayed quiet and took the covers off their plates. He’d ordered her a steak, baked potato and steamed asparagus.

  She ate a few bites and before she knew it the steak and asparagus were gone and the potato half eaten.

  “I just realized I didn’t have lunch today.” She wiped her mouth and sat back. “Thank you, that was good.”

  “Are you feeling better?”

  “Yeah.” She looked at him and smiled. “So, what’s your itinerary now?”

  He poured her another shot and sat back. “I think we should talk for a while. Somewhere on the cart is dessert, but I need a break before we have the pie. I’m too full right now.” He patted his stomach.

  “What about the rest of my punishment?” She took a sip of the whiskey.

  “I think you learned your lesson. I’m amazed you put up with the bullet and rings all afternoon. You have incredible strength.”

  “Honestly, I did want to kill you.”

  Riley laughed. “Speaking of honesty, there’s one thing you should know. I don’t react well to lies. You could have told me your real name.”

  “How did you get the flowers and dress so fast? And how did you make that bullet work? It’s mind boggling.”

  He laughed again. “The vibrator is modern technology. The flowers and dress weren’t all that fast. Friday night, I got your license plate number and figured out who you were.”

  She groaned and put her hands in her hair. “It never occurred to me.”

  “I knew you’d probably be at the meeting this morning and made all the arrangements over the weekend.”

  “So, you didn’t have an epiphany this morning about needing to put the bullet in your pocket?” She put her elbows on the table and watched him.

  “No, that was planned.”

  “Then you lied?”

  “Yes, but you deserved it. We had a great night on Friday and you still lied to me about your name. You owed me one.”

  “Okay, I give. I won’t win this argument. Riley?” She sipped her whiskey again. “That business about wearing the nipple rings all the time won’t work. I have a job to do and find it difficult to concentrate with them on. I can’t do that.”

  “We’ll discuss that more later on. I understand.”

  She smiled and arched her eyebrow. “I might consider it, if you agree to wear a cock ring of my choosing when you meet with clients.”

  “Yep, we’ll discuss that more later.” He chugged his shot and poured another. “What was your dad’s problem this morning? I saw him snap at you.”

  She creased her eyebrows and thought about what he asked.

  “It was before the meeting started.” Riley leaned forward.

  “Oh, that. I was thrown a bit when I first saw you. He’d asked me a question and I didn’t respond fast enough. He told me to get my shit together.”

  “You had your shit together just fine.”

  “Thank you. My father is tough and very demanding. He has expectations and if they’re not met...Well, let’s just say things can turn ugly.” She saw Riley frown. “I’ve found it hard to deal with his cut-throat tactics over the years. He’s always too willing to acquire and destroy a company. He doesn’t give a crap what it would mean to the people who work at the company or the community. Riley?” She stopped and wondered how much she should tell him about her father. “Don’t let him force a quick signature on the contract with Sherwood.”

  “Why?”

  “In the past, contracts have changed before the signing. It’s subtle wording and usually gives Pantagen the upper hand. I don’t know how he does it. I thought once he somehow got to some of the other attorneys or the companies administrators. Maybe he bribed them, but I could never prove it. When you receive the contract ask for time to review it.”

  He rubbed his chin. “Thank you. I’ll keep on the lookout. I’m not sure I should let you have any more to drink. You’re giving up secrets and maybe I should get you a larger glass.” He smiled.

  “I figured I owed you for being such a bitch the other night.” She downed her shot and held the glass out. “So, what can I expect later? Are you going to tie me up and put toys into my orifices again?”

  “Naw.” He glanced at her as he poured. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to wear you out, but no whips or chains tonight.” He set the bottle down and sat back. “Why do your feet go numb?”

  “I had an accident...no, that’s the cover story. When I was nine or ten, I pissed off my brother and he hit me across my back with a baseball bat. It cracked some of the bones in my spine and one of them pinches a nerve or something when I bend over forward too long. It cuts off the circulation to my legs and feet and because of it I’ve broken my right ankle twice and my left once.”

  “Is your brother older or younger?”

  “Older.”

  “Why would he do that? What did you do to make him mad?”

  “You know, it was so long ago, I don’t even remember. My brother is a strange bird. He whistles his own tune and can be difficult. What about you? Any skeletons in the closet?”

  “My family is fairly normal. My dad was a postal worker and my mom taught English. My three brothers and one sister are older and younger. I’m a middle kid. We didn’t have a lot when I was younger, but we always supported each other.”

  “Are they nearby?”

  “Since my folks retired they snowbird from up north to Arizona every year and sometimes stop in for a visit. My sister and one brother are here. The other two brothers are in Montana and Colorado.”

  “It’s good to know there are still normal families out there.” She sa
w a funny look on his face. “What?”

  “I’m never sure I really fit in with them. My mom one time said she couldn’t figure out where my need for control came from. They know nothing about the style of life I used to live.” He stood up, went to the curtains, and opened them.

  * * * *

  Riley looked down and saw the club filled up. A switch went off in his head and he realized what his life missed. He reached up to a speaker and switched it on. Music pulsed a hot beat into the room.

  “Why did you quit being a Dom?”

  He turned and leaned against the glass. The cool on his naked back felt good. “I wasn’t getting much out of it anymore. I knew I looked for something, but couldn’t figure out what. I spent some time up in Montana with my brother Dillon.”

  He could see by the look on her face that she listened and maybe understood. There was something about Sophie that struck him deep. Even with all her flings, she still possessed innocence and she might be looking for more in her life, too.

  “I’ve heard Montana can have a healing effect on a soul. Did that happen to you?”

  “My brother has kids and, believe me, with a five and seven year old there’s no such a thing as peace. They wore me out.” He continued to look at her and his cock twitched. “Sophie, take your dress off and lie down on the bed. I want your ass over the edge, feet on the floor.” He started to take his jeans off and found his cock was hard again.

  “Should I leave my thigh highs on or do you want them off?” She asked and stood up.

  He watched as she slipped the dress up and over her head. “Off, I want all of you.” He laughed and saw Sophie stroll over to the bed. She sat and started to roll her stockings down. “It’s funny. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten hard just by telling someone to take off their clothes.”

  “I’m glad it’s me that does it to you,” she said and lowered her back on to the bed.

  “I am, too.” He walked up to her and looked at her beautiful body. He felt ready to fuck her, but wanted more. He felt a need to give as well as receive and he didn’t think he’d ever experienced that feeling before.

  “Spread your legs, baby,” he said.

  She did as he asked and he went down on his knees. He looked at her pussy and moved his hands up the inside of her thighs. Sophie lifted her head and their eyes locked.

  “It’s time for a snack.” He smiled, arched his eyebrow and licked his lips. “You can tweak your nipples if you like. I’d like for you to tell me about your past encounters.” He saw her eyebrows come together. “I want all the gory details, where the fuck took place—alley, car, or seedy hotel. I want to know how many you sucked off or fucked your ass or pussy. Did you undress completely or just lift your skirts. No holding back, baby. I want it all.”

  He watched her head drop back and her hands moved to her breasts. As she pinched her nipples he parted her wet lips and started to circle her clit. This was something he could do all night. He’d bring her right to the edge of orgasm for an hour or so and then fuck her silly.

  “I’m not sure where to start. I’ve been going out two or three nights a month for about ten or eleven years. I always insist on condoms, even with oral sex.” Her head popped back up and she looked at him. “Come to think of it, you’re the first I’ve ever let cum in my mouth.”

  He grinned at her and pressed her clit. Her back arched and he moved off the nub and slid a finger through her wet lips.

  He listened to her stories. Some were interesting, some he wanted to hurt the men for the way they’d treated her, and a couple of them he wanted to try. He kept nudging her to continue talking as the intensity built and there was one occasion he got nervous she’d hurt him. When he stopped massaging her clit, she’d looked angry. He’d kissed the inside of her thigh and gave her an evil smile.

  “We can’t have you orgasm before the end of the story, Miss Sophie, now can we?” He chuckled.

  “Asshole,” she groaned and put her back down.

  She talked off and on for over an hour and when Riley stood up and retrieved a large dildo from one of the tables. He got back down between her knees and started to put the fake cock into her hole. He switched it on high and a litany of swearing came out of her mouth.

  She sat up and grabbed his hair. “You are planning to fuck me again tonight, right?” she said out of breath.

  He smiled, but didn’t answer. He wanted her to know who was in control. He put his lips back on her clit and bit it while the dildo moved in and out of her hard.

  After just a few seconds, her back arched and she let out groan after groan. Her hips bucked, but he kept his tongue pressed down on her nub until she started to calm down. He took the dildo out and started to put a condom on his hard penis.

  He looked at her and she smiled at him. “Scoot up, baby.”

  He moved to her and put his body down slowly. “Am I too heavy for you? I don’t want to crush your bones.”

  “No,” she said and moved her hands along his sides. “You feel great.”

  He put the head of his cock to her opening and slid it all the way in. He put his elbows on either side of her head and kissed her lips. He held his cock still inside her.

  “Babe, open your eyes.” He saw her lids lift and kissed her again. “From now on, you won’t be going out and fucking strange men anymore. Your nights are going to be busy for a while and you should know that breaking this rule will mean serious punishment. I can be a very jealous man.”

  “Are you talking exclusive?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Riley, we haven’t even known each other for a week.”

  “It doesn’t matter. There is something between us and I know you feel it. You are so hot and I know now why you refused to kiss, because woman your kisses are gold and so intense. I’m so glad you didn’t waste them on other men.”

  She laughed. “Okay, exclusive it is. What are your plans for me now?”

  “Now.” He kissed along her jaw and bit her lip. “Now, I’m going to make love to you.” He saw her frown again. “I know the L word is weird, but I want a little vanilla sex for a while. Don’t worry, I’ll pull out the toys and rough it up tomorrow.”

  Her fingers slid through his hair. “You’re going to make me cry again, Riley.”

  “No more tears tonight. I haven’t felt this happy in years.”

  “Okay, and then after I should plan to head home. It is getting late.”

  “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” He pulled back and jammed his cock into her hard. “We’ve both had too much to drink and I don’t drink and drive.”

  The frown she wore became deeper and she looked up at him. “I’ve never slept all night with a man.”

  “I’ll try not to snore too loud.” He pulled his cock halfway out and slammed home.

  “Oh, man, you are so mean sometimes.” She laughed.

  “Get used to it, baby. I wake up with a hard on and you’ll have to face the day post orgasm.”

  “That sounds like a gift.”

  Chapter Seven

  The rest of the week became a new routine for Sophie. The minute she’d leave her office in the evening, her attitude improved one-hundred percent. She’d meet Riley at his condo or he’d pick her up at her apartment. The evenings were theirs and she loved every minute she spent with him.

  On Friday night, Riley took her down to the third floor to observe a scene. He told her to wear her sheer pink dress. He put on the nipple and clit rings and slid the bullet into her channel. He introduced her to a few other people when they entered a circular room with tables, chairs, and sofas around the stage. It reminded Sophie of the amphitheater in the film Gladiator. A waiter brought them two glasses of whiskey and while she sipped it found herself growing warm.

  A man on the other side of the room walked over to them and leaned close to Riley. He spoke into Riley’s ear and she could see him frown. When the man’s hand reached out to grab her breast, Riley moved in front of her.


  “If you touch my woman, I’ll break all your fingers, Jack.”

  The man held up his hands and backed away from them. When they sat on a two-seat sofa, he turned the bullet on medium. He leaned to her and bit her earlobe.

  “Jack wanted to fuck you while I watched,” he whispered. “Over my dead cock will that ever happen.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Frost,” she whispered back and took a sip of her whiskey.

  Riley put her hand around his cock while his fingers toyed with her clit. They were getting better at driving each other crazy and made it to the bed only once this last week.

  She wanted to go down on him so bad, but he directed them tonight. It was her place to follow instructions only.

  The lights dimmed and two men brought out a blindfolded woman. All three were naked and it became obvious very quickly the men were in charge.

  “They’re a threesome, babe. The men are Doms and she’s their slave. They practice a fulltime M/s relationship. She’s their slave twenty-four-seven.”

  The woman’s wrists were cuffed and she wore a collar. One man attached a cuff to a hook with a rope. He pulled her up and she barely stood on her toes. The other man stood in front of the woman and sucked her tits and played with her clit. The first man brought out a whip and began striking her ass. The woman began to moan and would hiss out a yes.

  The sound of the whip made Sophie’s nerves on edge and Riley put his arm around her shoulders.

  “Breathe, babe,” he whispered.

  She didn’t even realize she held her breath and let it out slowly.

  The scene went on for half an hour, and then the men brought the woman down and laid her on a table. Her ass was red and Sophie wondered if it did elevate the excitement. She made a note to ask Riley later when they were alone.