by Stacy Gail
“There’s a rule here at Celestial Bodies—no one leaves that pole until they’ve taken something off. And the hat doesn’t count.”
I barely heard Jubilee’s drill-sergeant instructions as I struggled with the shock of seeing Polo appear out of nowhere. The confidence that the wig, false eyelashes and expert makeup Jubilee had applied to conceal my facial bruises vanished like it had never been, and all at once I was frozen with abject mortification.
Then…
Polo smiled.
Oh.
Okay.
As long as he smiled at me like that—like he loved what he was seeing—I could do find the guts to carry on.
No one could be graceful when they were hobbled by a bad ankle, but surprisingly enough the pole was a great way to gain freedom of movement. Just for fun I reached for the hat Jubilee had stuck on my head and threw it her way, then let the music move my hips as I reached up and tugged the tie loose. The ladies from Jubilee’s “How to be Sexy” class whooped and hollered as I dragged the strip of cloth free from my collar, turned to the pole, held onto either end of the tie and wrapped it around my wrists for all to see. Then I leaned back until the world was upside down, the tie holding me upright as it caught on the pole.
“Nice use of a prop,” Jubilee encouraged, clapping. “See what she did there, ladies? Feel free to use whatever you’ve got around you, because remember—anything can be sexy if you’ve got the right attitude. Keep going, darlin’, you’re doing great. Show some skin!”
Jubilee’s professorial tone made me smile as I watched from my upside down view as Polo slowly stalked closer, a hungry light in his eyes as he focused in on the tie wrapped around my wrists.
He liked the look of that.
Hm.
Tucking that piece of information away, I straightened, loosened the tie from my wrists and put it in my mouth to free up my hands. Then I turned again to face my audience while ripping open the demure little schoolgirl shirt all in one smooth motion that even I had to admit went better than expected. The ladies went wild, but I focused solely on Polo as I shimmied the virginal white top from my shoulders before throwing it away entirely.
Much to my relief, he appeared to like what he was seeing, if the heat of his gaze moving over me was anything to go by. Unlike the schoolgirl top, the bra Jubilee had talked me into was anything but virginal. Made of bright red see-through mesh, there were red “kiss” appliqués at the nipples for the dubious sake of modesty, and since I had lost weight in the past two months I didn’t fill out the bra’s cups nearly as well as I would have liked.
But as I reached up to hold onto the pole and pushed off into the only other maneuver Jubilee has taught us, the “Chair Spin”—swinging around the pole while in a position of sitting in an invisible chair—it didn’t appear that Polo minded the subtlety of my curves. If anything, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off me as I came in for a one-footed landing, then pivoted so that the pole was at my spine. Smiling at him, I put my hands up over my head, twisted the tie around the pole and arched back, offering my almost completely exposed torso for his perusal.
When I rolled my head back up, he was standing directly in front of me.
Whoa.
“Now, in a normal strip club, a man coming up onstage would never be allowed,” Jubilee intoned knowledgeably while things went explosively quiet, and anticipation hung suspended along with my breath. “But we all know this isn’t a strip joint. Celestial Bodies is where you’re safe to unleash the horny little devil we’ve all got locked inside with the partner of your choice. And it looks like these two are making their choice, doesn’t it, class?”
Some sort of cheering went up, but by that point it was beyond my range of comprehension. All my senses were locked on Polo, and those senses went wild when he lowered his head in front of the whole world and plundered my mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Wild excitement fluttered in my chest and made my stomach dip, and with a little moan I released the tie that held my hands bound to the pole over my head. But before I could reach for him he had my arms back up, his big hands coming up to mess with the tie. My gasp was caught by his open mouth when I felt the material tighten with a purpose around my wrists.
“Class is dismissed for you, Fearless,” he murmured for my ears alone. Then he slung my bound hands around his neck, bent to grip the backs of my thighs and lifted me up off the ground. I squeaked and wrapped my legs around his waist even as he moved purposefully away from Jubilee’s class and across the empty dance floor. I barely had time to awkwardly wave my bound fingers in farewell before his mouth once again found mine, all without breaking stride.
I barely took note of where he took me. All I knew was that the bump-and-grind beat of the music and the cheers from my fellow classmates vanished as he found his way through a door and closed it by pushing my back up against it.
“Never again,” he muttered against my mouth, his hips pinning me against the door’s surface, “are you going to dance like that in public, you understand me? Only my eyes get to see the glory of you. Only I get to fantasize about fucking that fine ass you were flashing everywhere.”
A thrill went through me at the possessiveness in his tone. “Nobody’s fantasizing about me, baby. That was just a class full of inhibited, frustrated women that Jubilee’s trying to help.”
“Judd at the bar is no inhibited, frustrated woman. You can believe he got a good long look at your ass and was hoping to see even more.”
“Polo—”
“This isn’t open to debate. You dance for me.” The corners of his mouth curled as his hands shifted to my ass to grind me against his hips. The unmistakable thrust of his cock made my breath catch. “And you will dance for me, Dasha. Watching you dance on a pole is definitely my kink, so prepare yourself. I’m going to want to see you work it more than just this one time. You are going to give me what I want until I get my fill, which will be never.”
Just the thought of it had me shivering. “Demanding man.”
“You’ve got no one to blame but yourself. You’re my dream woman. That’s what makes me demanding.” With those words echoing in my ears, his mouth found mine with a kiss so deep my brain shut down and all I could do was feel.
The intensity moved into high gear as his hips pulsed up into mine, as if he were already inside me. I dug my heels into the small of his back to press him closer, while at the same time I pulled myself up higher by supporting my weight with my forearms against his shoulders. With my skirt—which was more of a pleated ruffle of material than an actual skirt—riding high and the undies not presenting any sort of a barrier, I was able to position my most sensitive spot right against his hardened bulge.
Perfect.
Time stood still as his hips pulsed and I rocked. The friction we created was dazzling, rubbing against my clit until I moaned with every jagged breath. My intimate tissues throbbed as the blood of arousal rushed in, and the pleasure ballooned with such abandon I came almost before he realized what was happening. My cries tore my mouth from his as the sweet explosion of my orgasm rolled on, and all at once we were spinning and falling onto a cushioned surface, my nearly naked back sinking into softness with Polo’s weight crushing down on me.
“You’re a bad girl, coming without me like that.” Breathing hard through a smile, he slid a hand down between my thighs… and froze when his exploring hand met only with my wet slit. “What…?”
“Crotchless panties. Jubilee’s my new favorite person.” I shifted beneath him, moving my mesh-covered breasts against his chest and smiling at the sensation. “You should know that I slept all day. That means I can go all night.”
“I’ll make damn sure you do.” With an almost feral grin he unlatched my arms from around his neck, pulled my tied wrists above my head and fiddled with them for a moment.
Too late, I realized I couldn’t move.
“Polo.” My eyes went so wide the tips of the false eyelashes Jubilee insisted I needed touched my eyebrow
s. “What the hell…?”
“Don’t panic.” His hungry mouth was back on mine, alternately reassuring and arousing me. “I’m just making sure you don’t go getting off—or getting me off—without me being ready for it this time around. I’ve got big plans for you, so I want this to last.”
That sounded so promising it almost distracted me from the fact that I was tied to… “Wait.” I craned my head around and saw we were on a luxurious bed that took up the majority of a small, private room awash in low-wattage pinkish-red light. The bed’s massive headboard was some kind of intricate scrollwork, and that was what Polo had tied my wrists to. “Oh, my God. You’ve tied me to a freaking bed? Are you serious?”
“I’m actually trying to figure out how I can tie you to me without getting arrested. For now this’ll have to do.” He straddled me, sitting back on my thighs with his knees on either side of my hips, and he took his sweet time drinking in the sight of me. “Holy fuck, you’re my definition of beautiful, Dasha Vitaliev. I could keep you like this forever and never get tired of it.”
“Forever would be a bit much.” I squirmed, wiggling my fingers. “I’m not sure I could get used to being tied up. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Neither have I, but I like it. I’ll bet I can get you to like it, too.”
I snorted. “I’ll take that bet. A thousand bucks says I’ll never want to do this again.”
“You’re on, my little gambler.” He tugged on my micro-mini skirt. “Jubilee picked this getup for you, didn’t she?”
Surprised, I nodded. “How did you know?”
“Another little kink I had when I first met her. Remind you of anything?”
I glanced down my body, which looked pale and unimpressively thin in the colored light. “Should it?”
“Your school uniform was a white top and a red plaid pleated skirt. Even now I get hard just thinking about how you looked that first day we met. You were so fucking cute—pleated red skirt, knee-high socks and loafers, and a fully loaded Glock pointed right at my face. Seeing you in this now…” He held a hand up in front of me and I nearly choked at the tremor in it. “You’ve got me running so damn hot it’s taking all I’ve got not to come where I’m sitting.”
My heart spun like a top. “Really?”
“Yeah. That’s why I need to keep you in place until I get myself back under control. Watching you dance… Jesus, Dash. You don’t know how you unravel me. You just do not fucking know.”
In awe, I stared at that hand before it descended with its twin to my torso. He ran them up my rib cage with breathtaking reverence, before they closed over my breasts. For a moment I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. “It’s just…I’ve never been a big fan of being trapped.”
“You’re not trapped. You’re safe.”
Safe.
A shadowy, unnamed disturbance moved through me as the word echoed through my head. “I… uh, it’s been a long time since I felt safe.”
“You’re with me, beautiful. That’s as safe as you can be.” His breath was uneven as he slipped his fingers under the bra’s red mesh. He uncovered the hard tips of my breasts, abrading them with his thumbs until the odd uneasiness faded, and I moaned and arched for more. “You trust me, don’t you, Dasha?”
“Mm.” The heat of desire turned my blood molten, making it easy for me to forget his question. All that mattered was that I was throbbing once more between my legs. “Oh… damn, your hands feel good on me.”
“You like the feel of me? Tell me how much.”
I shuddered. “Every part of me craves every part of you. Keep touching me, please.”
“That’s what this is all about—touching you until you feel incomplete without my hands loving you. Worshipping you. Adoring every inch of you.” With that, Polo lowered his head to suck a nipple into his mouth, one hand cupping the breast his mouth worked while his other hand went past the miniscule strip of red Tartan pleated material, and delved into my soaking cleft.
Had I thought we’d reached perfection before? How wrong I’d been. This was my new definition of perfect. And knowing Polo, he’d redefine it over and over until we both dropped from exhaustion.
Lucky me.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” My eyes fluttered shut as he worked the hardened peak of my nipple with his tongue while simultaneously massaging my clit until I writhed. Whimpers of anguished pleasure broke from my clenched throat while my hips pumped helplessly against him to increase the friction.
“That’s it. Ride my hand with that hot pussy of yours, Fearless. Grind it hard.” His voice was guttural, breathless. Wonderful. “Help me get you off. You’re so fucking hot when you come. I wish I could keep you like that, mindless and moaning, for the rest of your life.”
“I want to give you the same.” I could barely speak, the dizzy delirium of pleasure was so great. I strained to touch him, my bound hands aching with their emptiness. “I want to touch you. I fucking need to touch you. Please, Polo…”
“You can endure this, beautiful. Just focus on your pleasure and give that to me. Give it all to me.”
“I always give you everything.” The unbearable tension deepened, deepened, and my body grew taut, strung out on this agony of pleasure. My back arched, my eyes closed and my head pushed back into the pillows as he mercilessly worked my clit. I was on the razor’s edge of screaming in both the pleasure that he gave me and the frustration of not being able to touch him.
Then that tension snapped, and I was plunged into the most extraordinarily pure sensation of pleasure, heightened by how I was completely at his mercy. I was his to take care of, his to possess. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and we both knew it.
What he wanted to do, clearly, was give me as much ecstasy as I could take.
As I rode the crest of my orgasm, he moved just far enough away to undo the front of his jeans, then reached around to set aside a gun I hadn’t known was there. Its heavy thunk as he dropped it on the nightstand distracted me from watching him apply the condom he’d retrieved from his wallet.
Then his iron-hard cock slid inside me, my slick walls clenching around him as I shuddered through the waning glow of pleasure. Not wanting to let that sensation go, I moved my hips along with his, instinctively driven to take him as deeply as I could. I loved the feel of him, the way he expanded my interior walls, the way he fit me. His cock was what made me feel complete, and now that I had him back where he belonged I couldn’t help but marvel at the absolute perfection we made together.
His rhythm started out slow and deliberate, but all too soon it became urgent, less coordinated. I opened my eyes to watch his face tighten, and he bared his teeth as his breath shallowed out.
God, he was beautiful.
“You feel so good inside me.” I tightened my legs around him, pushing him in deeper. “So, so good. I missed you, baby. I missed this.”
“Dash. My Dash. Fuck.” His thrusts intensified, his breaths turning into grunts, and I could feel he was getting close. His body tensed, and his movements became so powerful it was as though the world shook as he pounded into me. Another spike of pleasure hit me, and my whimpers mingled with his deep groan as he came, surging into my depths until at long last he was just as spent as I felt.
I was still shivering in the aftermath of pleasure when he reached up and untied my hands. Like limp noodles, my arms fell to the pillows on either side of my head, and with the last of my strength I curled them around his shoulders while he nuzzled his face against my hair.
“That,” I said, smiling at how hoarse I now was, “was incredible.”
“You can say that again.” An open-mouthed kiss on the side of my neck made me tremble. “I’m going to have a pole installed in the penthouse once I’m able to move back home.”
At the mention of the penthouse, I tensed as half-remembered images of nightmarish rooms, blood and quicksand tumbled through my head.
It wasn’t safe there.
I wasn�
�t safe there.
His head came up, clearly feeling my tension. “What? Don’t you like the idea of dancing for me?”
“No, it’s…nothing. I do like it.” Trying to shake off that jarring off-key moment, I blinked hard and forced my distracted brain back to him. “I wonder how much it would take to get you to dance for me? Turnabout is fair play, you know.”
“No self-respecting man grinds on a pole when there’s a beautiful woman around to grind on instead.” A sexy smile tugged at his mouth before he closed in for a slow, deep kiss that made my toes curl. When the kiss came to an end, he was still smiling as he looked down at me. “And you do like it when I grind on you, don’t you, my beautiful Dash?”
“I didn’t know how much I loved it until it was gone. Then it was, and I couldn’t love anything anymore.” The words came out of nowhere; I hadn’t even been aware of them consciously. If I hadn’t heard my own voice say it, I never would have attributed them to me.
But it was the truth.
His smile faded, and he searched my face for a long while. “I knew putting you through my so-called death would be rough, and I’m sorry about that. But it didn’t kill you. Nothing killed you. You’re alive. Yeah, you had to go through some intense shit, but you staying alive has always been the bottom line for me.”
“I just don’t understand. Why was it was necessary for me to go for fucking months thinking you were dead? Why didn’t you tell me, of all people, that you were still alive?”
He hesitated, and that restless burning flared again, way down deep when his eyes slid away. “It wasn’t supposed to be for months. Originally I thought I could take care out the enemy and be back to you within a week. I underestimated the opposition, and that’s my fuck-up. It shouldn’t have gone on for as long as it did.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you tell me you were still alive?”
Again, there was that weird hesitation. “I had my reasons for keeping you in the dark. Staying away from you when I knew you were hurting was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s over now, yeah? You’re back with me where you belong. There’s no reason to focus on anything else. The two of us being together now is all that matters.”
