His lips are formed in a firm line as his jaw is clenched. With his tense stance and unreadable expression my first guess is that he’s mad at me. But it’s his eyes that give him away. They tell me everything he doesn’t want me to know.
His eyes are burning into my skin. They trail over my body ravenously. It stirs my blood and causes heat to stir in my lower stomach.
Without thinking my thighs clench and I bite my lower lip.
That’s when I see his hand flex on the bar counter before forming into a fist.
And the whistles and catcalls from the patrons breaks me out of my trance.
Now more than ever I want to put on the best performance of my fucking life.
I want to tease him.
I want him to see me like this.
Continuing with my routine but with a whole new confidence and attitude I wink at Oak before turning my back to the crowd.
With both my hands up high on the pole I stick my ass out and move my hips on rhythm to the beat from side to side. Then I slip my hands down the pole and don’t stop until my hands reach the floor. In this position my ass despite the thong I am wearing is fully exposed. Being naughty and going off script I take my hand going through my outstretched legs palm my ass and then run my fingers back along my pussy slowly.
I hear groans from the crowd but their reaction isn’t the one I care about. Working my way back up using the pole for assistance I keep my back to them and look over my shoulder.
Oak’s fists hasn’t uncurled from the bar countertop but his eyes are blown with maddening desire.
And as the final beats of the song come to a close I slowly descend to a split.
I shoot another wink at Oak before the lights come to a close.
On my hands and knees I grab ahold of all the money scattered around the floor. Once I do I gather it in a nice stack in my hand and with shaky legs make for my exit.
As I reach my exit I expect to see Sash there wearing a proud smile but I don’t.
Instead I come to a halt as my eyes meet his glacier blues.
My heart pounds in my chest. The electricity between the small space of us sparks.
Before I can take another step he closes the distance and then unexpectedly throws me over his shoulder.
I squeal and begin to thrash against him.
“Oak! Put me down you crazy man!” I demand. He grunts at me in return and slaps his hand down hard on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise. “What was that for?!”
He doesn’t answer me so I continue to thrash against him. That earns me another slap on my ass except this time on my other cheek. The sting of his palm on my ass elicits another reaction. Instead of me thrashing against him I begin to squirm with need.
I can feel myself getting wet.
He has to know. It would be impossible for him not to.
Wanting him to smack my ass again I start pounding on his back with my fists.
His hand comes down on my ass. This time it’s much harder and tears press to the back of my eyes. Yet I have to bite my lip to stop the moan from passing my lips. I can’t do anything to hide the arousal that is dripping down my leg.
Holy fuck I’m the horniest I have ever been.
“What the fuck were you doing?” His voice comes out gravelly. The sound of his voice causes me to clench my thighs.
“What did it look like I was doing?” I sass.
“Don’t be a smart ass, Grace,” he warns me in that deep timbre voice of his.
