“I don’t watch all the time.” Lies. I’ve been watching her at practice for weeks. “Just here and there to observe the other dancers. See if anything is off.”
“Liar.”
We stare each other down for a minute before we both burst into laughter.
“It should piss me off that you can read me so well,” I say after a minute.
“It should piss me off that you have been spying on me all this time,” she shoots back.
“Yeah,” I lean forward, “but you secretly love it. It gives you a little thrill to know I’m there, lurking in the shadows. Keeping you safe and protected.”
She shakes her head slowly, but a slight smile pulls at her lips. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Will you explain your Dom thing?”
“My Dom thing?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“Yeah, like what does it entail? Aside from what you showed me the other night.”
“Sure, for starters, it’s not always sexual. Sometimes Sarah, one of the two submissives I would have regular encounters with, would just kneel at my feet and rest her head on my lap. Or I would give her tasks to redirect her focus from what was bothering her.”
“What would she get out of kneeling at your feet?”
“Comfort. Safety. The easing of her daily burdens, even if only for a few minutes. She is a high-powered attorney and a single mom. Always in control. Always the decision maker for her family. It feels good for some individuals to give that responsibility to someone else, even for a small time.”
“Interesting.” She wipes her mouth. “May I try it?”
My cock swells. I can’t help it when I picture Claire on her knees at my feet. With a voice much calmer than I feel, I tell her yes. I scoot my chair back a bit and angle myself away from the table. She drops to her knees stiffly before laying her head across my thigh. After a few seconds, her body starts to loosen and her limbs relax over my lap. I gently massage her scalp with my fingers.
“Huh,” she says a few minutes later, “I can actually see the appeal in that.” She looks up at me, still on her knees. “What else can we try?”
“We can try whatever you want, Tsarina.”
“Will you show me how you fuck your submissives?” she asks with eyes bright and wide with anticipation.
I was already halfway to hard, but now I’m throbbing. The possibility of owning Claire, working her body in the way I crave is so overwhelming. I have to take several deep breaths in order to think clearly.
“To be one hundred percent clear, “ I cup both her cheeks in my palms, “you are asking for a night of domination? Physical, mental, emotional?” Thoughts are racing through my brain so fast it’s hard to grab ahold of one and focus.
“Yes. I want you to show me what you like.”
“Two words to remember. Yellow, which tells me to slow down or that you need a break. Red, which stops everything. Do not be afraid to use them, it won’t change my opinion of or how I feel about you.”
“Okay,” she answers with a nod.
“Go to my room, strip, lay down on the bed, and wait for me.”
I wait until she disappears into the penthouse before glancing down at my phone to check the time. I’m going to give her ten minutes to get ready and wait for me. I want her a little feisty when I come in from being kept waiting. The anticipation will add to this experience for both of us.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a couple bottles of water because she’ll definitely need one after I’m done doing all the things I want to her. Obviously impact play is out, except for maybe some light spanking. I don’t know if it’s safe with her condition to engage in anything heavy.
I make my way slowly up the stairs, making sure to make just enough noise that she knows I’m coming. With a deep breath, I walk into my bedroom. The sight of her naked on my bed has my cock pressing against the zipper of my pants. The blinds are open so the ambient city lights and dim moonlight are the only things illuminating her pale skin against my dark bedding.
Keeping my eyes averted, I walk over to my chest and pull out some candles. I light a few and place them on the nightstands. I can feel her eyes on me as I walk around the room not speaking, not making direct eye contact.
Her chest is rising and falling deeply, her pink nipples are hard and ready. I run a finger along the arch of her foot, immensely satisfied with the slight gasp she makes. She is unnerved, and I’ve never been more turned on.
“What are your safe words, Claire?” I ask as fasten one of the ankle cuffs to her leg. “And what do they mean?”
“Yellow,” her voice is barely above a whisper, “means slow down. Red,” she moans when I press my lips to the inside of her other ankle, “means stop. It stops everything.”
“Good girl,” I say as I finally make eye contact with her. “Are you nervous?”
“No,” she says quickly, “should I be?”
“Yes.” I move up to grab her wrist, lifting it to kiss the scars left behind from the zip ties. “If you knew what I’m planning on doing to you, you’d be a little nervous. Is this going to trigger bad memories for you?” I hold up the leather wrist cuff.
“No, I don’t think so,” she shakes her head.
“Tell me if it does, okay?” I lean down and kiss her, pushing her hands away when they reach up for my hair. “I’m in charge tonight, Tsarina. You only touch me when I say you can.”
I chuckle darkly at the scowl she gives me. I’m going to take perverse satisfaction in denying her tonight, teaching her what it means to hear no again and again until you want to rip your skin off and give into your most base instincts.
Once I have her arms and legs secured, I grab one of the vibrators from my collection. “How many consecutive orgasms have you ever had?” I ask as I pull my shirt over my head.
“Two.”
“Well,” I settle beside her and pinch one of her nipples, “two is just a warm up for me.”
I turn the vibrator on and lightly run it over the swell of her breasts, down her flat stomach and along her hip bones. Her back arches slightly when I drag it teasingly up and down her slit. She tries to shift for more contact, but I pull back with a tsk.
I drag my finger through her folds, obsessed with how wet she already is. I lightly circle her clit a few times before I go back with the vibrator, this time with more pressure. Her toes curl as I tease her to the edge of an orgasm.
“Tell me your favorite dancers,” I command pulling the toy away. “If you stop listing them, I’ll stop fucking you with this, wait until you come down, and do it all over again, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir. You’re to call me Sir tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I slide the vibrator just inside her, angling for her g-spot.
“Diana Vishneva, Svetlana Zakharova, Ekaterina Borchenko.” She squirms when I change the intensity on the vibe. “Fuck.”
“Fuck?” I chuckle and pull the toy out. “That’s an interesting name for a dancer.”
“Griff,” she whines, “more.”
“I’m sorry, who?” I lightly slap her pussy.
“Sir,” she gasps, “please don’t stop.”
“Better,” I start again when she starts listing off more dancers. At least I think they’re dancers, they could be muppets for all I know.
“Misty Copeland, Maya Taylor…” she impressively continues her list straight through the first orgasm. “That’s it,” she says as her tremors ease.
“That’s it for the first orgasm,” I say moving down between her thighs. Her arousal is all over her pussy lips, thighs, and trickling down her ass cheek.
I lean down and begin licking every deliciously exposed inch of her. My girl loves having her pussy licked, and I know exactly how to bring to another orgasm. I use my thumbs to spread her folds open and lick her with the flat of my tongue until her hips are bucking, and she’s trying to ride my face. Then
I pull her clit between my lips and gently suck it into my mouth. She comes apart, her juices coating my chin.
My dick is absolutely aching for her, but I have too much planned to jump right to fucking now.
13
CLAIRE
I don’t even realize Griff has moved back off the bed until he’s back and sitting beside me with the spikey wheel thing. I know he told me the name of it awhile back, but I can’t remember now. I can’t even remember my last name right now. My mouth is dry from crying out. I feel like I just danced an entire first act on my own.
“How do you feel?” he asks as he runs the pinwheel over one of my palms.
“I feel,” I can’t even find the right word to describe how I feel right now, “brain dead. I didn’t think I could orgasm like that back to back. So intense.”
“I’m just getting started, Tsarina.”
My skin erupts in goosebumps as the spikes on the pinwheel poke my arm lightly. He maneuvers it up and over my shoulder to my neck as he leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth. He bites down and smiles as I squirm beneath him. He opens his mouth and flicks the tiny pink bud in the most obscenely sexy way. I don’t know how, but I can feel my pussy growing wet and hot again.
“I love your neck,” he says putting his hand over it. “It’s so long and elegant. The perfect size for me to wrap my hand around.” He gently squeezes, not enough to cut off my air supply or anything, but enough to send a shot of adrenaline through my body.
His lips come down on mine as he settles on top of me. I can feel how hard his cock is through his pants. He teases me by pressing it up against me, grinding for just a second. I growl when I try to wrap my legs around his waist, but the restraints barely give me an inch of wiggle room.
I feel his chest vibrate with laughter and fight the urge to whine. I’m not giving into his games. I’m Claire Volkov, ice princess, no one is going to make me beg, even a sexy and dominant Griff.
He pushes up off me, and I immediately miss his weight and warmth over me. He stands up and pulls his pants off. I fight the urge to lick my lips as I watch his cock bob free. His piercing glints in the candlelight. I want nothing more than to take him deep into my mouth, down my throat, but instead he kneels between my legs.
He watches me as he begins to stroke himself. I’m half incredibly frustrated that I can’t touch him and half fascinated watching him move. Everything about him is beautiful in this moment. The way one of the veins in his neck sticks out, the tick of his jaw as my eyes travel all over his body. His abs ripple, and his breathing deepens. His sexy as fuck hand is wrapped around the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.
“Sir,” I whimper as I try to wiggle down closer to him.
His eyes darken, but he keeps going until I see his dick pulsing in his hand. He lets go with a grunt, not allowing himself to come yet. The look in his eyes is so intense it’s almost scary, but then he’s unbuckling the ankle and wrist restraints.
“On your stomach, ass in the air,” he commands.
I immediately do it. There’s a deep curiosity within me about what the first crack of his palm will feel like against my ass. I’d never really thought about what being spanked would feel like, but ever since our first night together, I’ve wondered.
His fingers are kneading my ass and the backs of my thighs. “Remember your safe words, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A low growl sounds deep in his throat before his hand comes down on my ass. The sting hits first followed quickly by a warmth. He rubs the area he just slapped before doing it again on the other cheek. Much to my surprise every spank brings a rush of heat to my core, making me ache for more. More of his hands on me, his cock in me. I try to relieve the ache by squeezing my thighs together, but he forces them apart.
“I want to see you spread wide for me.”
Crack!
That was the hardest spank yet, and a low moan falls from my lips.
“You like this, don’t you?” He finally teases me with the tip of his cock. The metal of his piercing over my clit makes me whimper.
I arch back, trying to slide onto him, but he grips my hips and pushes me forward. “Not yet, Tsarina.”
My head drops to the mattress in frustration. I want to feel him so bad, but he just keeps teasing me. His hands are massaging my ass, rubbing at the patches of warmth from the impact of his hands. He slides two fingers inside of me and grabs my hair, pulling me up so my back is against his front.
“Are you ready to get fucked like a good girl, Tsarina?” he asks before biting my neck.
“Yes,” I say as he spins me in his arms, lifting me onto his lap.
I slide down his shaft until I can’t go any further, shuddering at how good he feels buried deep inside me. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck while I rock my hips. His hands wrap around my hips and lift me so he can thrust into me from below. The sound of our sweat slicked skin slapping together and our panted breath fills the air. His thumb finds my clit as he starts to come, bringing me to climax just after him.
We sit there holding each other up, our hearts beating wildly against each other’s chests. I lean back, looking into his eyes which have taken on a honey hue in the candlelight. I press a chaste kiss to his lips and linger there, letting myself enjoy this moment since I know I’ll ultimately end up stopping this relationship before it gets any deeper.
“Lay down on your stomach and relax,” he says after a few minutes of running his hands up and down my back, kissing my neck. “I’ll be right back.” He slides off the bed and walks into the bathroom.
After a couple minutes, he comes back with a warm wet washcloth and cleans me off. When he finishes with that, he grabs a bottle of lotion out the drawer.
“What’s that?”
“A soothing ointment for that sexy ass. I always use this after impact, so your skin doesn’t toughen up over time. How are you feeling after that?” he asks as he works the ointment into my skin.
“I’m,” I have to stop and think, “I’m surprisingly good. I feel kind of floaty.”
“That’s normal,” he chuckles a little bit, “you might come down in a little while or even in a day or two. If that happens and we’re not together, I want you to call me no matter what.” He pulls my hair over one shoulder, so he can look in my eyes. “Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say with extra sass.
“Good girl,” he says with a light slap on the back of my thigh.
I left Griff’s when he got up to do his daily run. There are a few things I need at home before rehearsal today. I don’t know where he found the energy for that after last night. I’m exhausted after waking up to him with his face buried between my thighs for three more orgasms shortly after one a.m. I think he might possess some sort of superhuman sex drive.
I still have that high, floaty feeling as I step into my penthouse. I set my keys down and spin to go to my bedroom when my good mood comes crashing down. My mother is sitting in a chair by the window, a blanket wrapped around her like she’s been here all night.
“What the hell?” I screech. “Why are you sitting in my apartment like this?”
“I was going through the mail at home and found this.” She picks up an envelope from the arm of the chair and holds it out to me.
I take it from her hands and immediately realize what it is. It’s an insurance statement with billing from my specialist’s office. I set it down on the coffee table and turn to leave the room. I’m not prepared to talk about it yet.
“Claire,” she stands and follows me, “I’m going to need you to start talking. Why are you seeing a doctor that specializes in the treatment of Multiple Sclerosis? Why have you been seeing him for almost six months without us knowing about it?”
“Wow, Mother. I knew you were disloyal, but I didn’t know you were stupid, too,” I infuse as much ice into my voice as possible as I turn to her. “You don’t get to throw me away like trash to live out some middle age fantasy and then come
back four years later and pretend to care.”
“Your father has forgiven me, you’re going to need to do the same eventually.” Her eyes are covered in a sheen of tears. “If you’re sick, honey, we want to help you.”
“Hard pass on the forgiveness, and I’ll be fine.”
The first tear falls down her cheek, and the tiniest part of me cracks for her. Just a bit. “Claire, I love you. Your father loves you. Connor loves you. You have to let us be there for you.”
“No.” I open my dresser drawer and pull out some clothes and then slam it shut again. “What I need to do is enjoy my one shot at a normal life before I end up walking with a cane and eventually wheelchair-bound. I need to dance this role this summer better than anyone’s ever danced before. I have one shot to achieve my dream, and I cannot be derailed by Dad and Con fawning all over me. You cannot tell them until after the final performance. I will never forgive you.”
“I don’t like lying.” She has the audacity to say that with a straight face.
“Really?” I look at her with my eyebrows up to my hairline. “It’s never seemed to bother you before.”
“Consider it a new leaf.” She sits on the bench at the end of my bed and pats beside her.
I decide to give in and sit.
“I won’t say anything,” she says as soon as I’m beside her, “but I want you to keep me in the loop on everything. I’d like to go with you to your next appointment.”
“Blackmail.”
“Eh, it’s more like coercion if you think about it,” she smiles at me. “Do we have a deal?”
“I guess. It’s not like you’re leaving me a choice.” I pick up my phone and text her my appointments for the next couple months.
“Where were you last night?” she asks looking around my room.
“We’re not friends. I’m not doing the girl talk thing with you.” I stand.
“I love you, Claire,” she says as I shut the door to the bathroom behind me.
I step into the shower, my nerves shot. I was ill prepared for that encounter. I thought I had all the addresses changed on my insurance paperwork, but there was so much at the beginning, it was completely overwhelming. I’m not shocked to learn I missed something.
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