"I can't stop," she says simply. "If I don't do this, Alonso will?—"
"He won't touch you." The words come out harder than I intended, carrying the edge of violence that earned me my road name. "I promise you that."
She studies my face for a long moment, like she's trying to decide if she can trust me. Finally, she nods.
"Okay. But I really don't know what to do."
I release her chin and move to the chair, sitting down and splaying my legs in the classic position.
"Now come here." I gesture for her to approach the chair. "Turn around. Face the mirror."
"We're going to put on a show. But it's just acting. You understand? Nothing real happens unless you want it to."
She does, and I can see her reflection—the way she's holding herself, the tension in her shoulders, the uncertainty in her posture.
"Now, slowly turn back to face me. Don't think about the camera. Don't think about anything except the music."
I need her to find a rhythm, something to ground herself in.
She does, and I get a perfect view of the way her dress clings to her curves.
"Now slowly—and I mean slowly—lower yourself onto my lap. Don't sit all the way down. Just hover. Put your hands on my shoulders. Let your ass barely touch my thighs."
She follows my instructions, her movements jerky and uncertain. She's so close. So warm. And I can smell her shampoo.
“That’s it. Good girl," I murmur close to her ear, and feel her shiver. "Now I want you to move. Just a little. Rock your hips, just slightly. Find a rhythm that feels right."
"I don't know how?—"
"Yes, you do. Your body knows. Just feel the music and move."
She's trembling, but she's doing as I instruct. I can see her trying to be brave, trying to push through her fear, and it's the most goddamn beautiful thing I've ever witnessed.
She starts to move, tentative at first. Small circles with her hips that make my cock immediately harden.
"That's it, babydoll.” I keep my hands on the armrests, gripping hard enough that my knuckles turn white. "Just like that. You're doing so good."
The praise seems to unlock something in her. Her movements become more fluid, more confident. She's finding her rhythm now, rolling her hips in a way that has my blood racing to my cock faster than the speed of sound.
She's getting bolder now, pressing closer, letting her body brush against mine ever so slightly as she moves.
"I'm supposed to touch you, aren't I?" she asks, still moving above me.
"Only if you want to.”
She lowers herself. settling her lush ass against me. I have to clench my jaw to keep from reacting. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric of my suit pants and see the way her pupils are dilating.
"Is this okay?" she breathes.
"More than okay." My voice comes out as a rasp. "You're incredible."
She makes a small sound, something between a gasp and a whimper.
"I can feel you," she whispers. "You're...hard."
"Yeah, I am." No point in lying. "You're beautiful, and you're rubbing yourself all over me. My body's going to react. That doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it."
At that admission, her movements become bolder, more confident. She grinds against me now, and fuck, she has no idea what she's doing to me.
