My hands roam her body with a feather light touch. Not enough to hinder her movements, but just enough that she can feel my touch. Every roll of her hips has her warm heat stroking my dick through her lacy panties and my jeans. Too many layers for me to enter her the way I'm dying to, but not enough that I can't feel the way she gets hotter with every beat of the music. By the time the song ends, we're both trembling with want.
“Dean,” she whimpers when my hands stop on her waist. “I want you.”
“Which Dean do you want?” I whisper in her ear as my hands slide down to her ass. “Remember what I told you about the man I am, Dahlia.” I raise a brow, knowing she'll remember that outside of my office and our home, I'm not thegoodguy. I pull her tighter against me to relieve the throbbing ache in my cock. “You want thishere, or do you want to go home?”
“I want you here…now.” Her eyes flash with desire as she grinds herself against me, and I realize that my womanwantsto be used as much as the devil inside me wants to punish her for tempting me all night.
“Get on your knees,” I demand as I grab her hips and push her off my lap. Despite my sudden rough movement, she drops to her knees gracefully as I stand and kick off my shoes. “Good girl,” I praise her as I run a thumb along her jaw before droppingmy hand to collar the front of her neck with a rough squeeze. “Now, take my cock out so I can fuck this pretty little throat.”
Her eyes widen in excitement as she reaches for my belt. She makes quick work of freeing my throbbing dick from my pants before letting out a whimper when I stop her from leaning forward to take me into her mouth.
“Take my pants all the way off,” I say as I stroke myself with my free hand. Once my pants and underwear are around my ankles, I step out of them and release her to take a step back and sit on the couch, spreading my knees wide.
I've watched her dance with other men for years, but that was nothing compared to watching her from the same room without being able to touch her the way I wanted to. Now, she's on her knees, silently begging for me while knowing that she can't touch withoutmypermission.
“No!” I stop her when I catch sight of her hands dropping to her thighs and sliding under her skirt, trying to tempt me. “You want to touch me; you touchonlyme.”
I expect her to snap back like she's done so many other times, so imagine my surprise when her only response is a muttered, “Yes, Sir.”
“That's my good little Dahlia.” I have to squeeze the tip of my cock to stop myself from blowing my load at the sound of her submission. “Now, crawl to me.”
Her eyes bounce to mine with defiance—promising a world of punishment when we get home—but she does as she's told. When she reaches the space between my legs, she sits back on her feet and waits for my instruction.
“Put your hands on my thighs. Tap out if it's too much.” When she rolls her eyes as her hands land where I told her to put them, I lean forward with an evil grin. “I'm not promising to stop, but as least I'll know I'm taking something you're no longer willing to give.”
When her mouth pops open in shock, I grip both sides of her head and slam her face down onto my erection until I hit the back of her throat, relishing the sound of her gagging at the unexpected intrusion. I weave my fingers into her hair and squeeze, making her moan around me at the sting.
It didn't take much for me to realize that she needs a little bit of pain to get off. It's the reason none of the marshmallows she's fucked the past five years have been able to get the job done. Thinking about her with those other men has me wanting to punish her even more.
When she just holds my gaze without tapping as I slip into her throat, I feel the orgasm burning down my spine. I use my grip to hold her head still as I fuck her mouth the same way I did her pussy this morning. I'm rough and I don't hold back as her eyes water and tears spill down her face.
“That's it,” I say as I bury myself to the hilt. “Take it all,” I grunt as I hold her against me and spill into her throat.
She swallows around me, making another wave of cum erupt from my semi-hard dick. When it finally stops twitching, she holds my gaze as she licks me clean.
I don't miss the way she shifts her position, searching for the friction to ease her own ache.
“My dick is down for the count,” I chuckle. “But you can use my mouth since you did so good letting me use yours.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Sloan
This past month has been a whirlwind. My relationship with Dean has turned into something I never dared to imagine for myself. It's all consuming. He's my safe space. He’s erased every memory of the cruel words he used to say about my body by worshiping it in the best ways imaginable. I love how he uses actions instead of just words to show me how he truly feels. How he’salwaysfelt about me.
I enjoy taunting him as I dance for customers every night before he whisks me away after closing to do everything he's dreamed up during the past few hours. Sometimes, we end up in a private dance room where I'm his submissive Dahlia and he uses my body for his pleasure before letting me have an ounce of my own. Other nights, he takes me straight upstairs to our office, where I’m just Sloan and we're equals. No matter wherethe night starts, it always ends with us in bed at home just in time for the sun to rise.
While Sheila was disappointed that I didn’t come back to Cherokee Falls, she’s been to the club a few times to cheer me on during my performances. I’ve noticed Mac trying to talk to her a few times, but she always brushes him off.
I moved all of my belongings from my parents’ house to the house Dean bought for us while they were away on a much-needed vacation. I know they'll have questions when they get home and find out, but I'm putting off those explanations for as long as possible. Especially since I'm already having to fight my sister at every turn.
She was livid when she found out that I was not only dancing at Dahlia's Deception, but also working to try to help her department gain information on the rising crime on the south side of our town. She argued that I wasn't trained in law enforcement at all, let alone for undercover work.
Dean had scoffed as he reminded her that he didn't need her permission to hire me in either capacity since he technically outranks her. Their captain sided with Dean, much to Becky's dismay. Since then, she's had someone spying on me every night.
Sometimes it's her partner, Tyler, and his girlfriend, Ricki. They always pay for a private dance and watch me together. At first, I thought it was just a way to get me off the floor. But one night I noticed the tent in Tyler's trousers as Ricki whispered in his ear. When she backhanded his erection and called him a bad boy, I almost broke character to laugh. Now, I’m pretty sure they're using my family resemblance to my happily married sister to fuel some threesome fantasy.
My brother-in-law and another doctor who works at the same practice has also been in attendance a few times. When Dr. Thomas tried to get me for a private dance, Lachlan quickly shuthim down. He still got the dance, it was just from one of our other dancers. He's been back several times alone, and he always requests a private dance from her.
