Page 45 of Casino King

“I want you to let go with me, Tessa,” I tell her, skimming my hands up her bare middle, tugging on a few of the crystal strands. “I want the rose I see blooming on stage to be the you you are with me.”

“Alec,” she sighs, reluctance flashing in her eyes.

“Fiorisci per me, mia bella rosa. Show me how you feel on stage with me. Show me her. Give me her.”

The elevator dings and opens to the hall right before my door, but I wait for her to agree. I’m not going to make another move until I know she understands me and agrees to be my little red temptress.

Tessa pushes me away and I take a step back, seeing the change in her eyes. She’s looking at me like she did on stage – defiant, dominant, depraved.

Walking past me, she gives me a little extra sway to her sexy hips. The crystals that hit the tops of her ass cheeks make me wish I could pin her down and pull them back as I drive into her from behind. Her restricted airway would give her a heightened orgasm that I know she’d fight at first, but then give in to, and love every fucking second of it.

Picking up her bag, I follow her to my door and open it. Once again, she takes the lead and walks in first, letting me admire the curve of her spine, her tight, round ass in her little panties, and her long legs that I need wrapped around my hips more than I need to fucking breathe.

Tessa walks straight to the bar by the windows and pours herself some whiskey, tossing it back in one shot before turning back to me with a little smile on her lips that tells me I’m going to get everything I want.

I always do.

“Leave on the shoes and necklace. Take everything else off.” I move the leather chair to face the windows and take a seat. I want the view of my city behind her as she strips for me.

Her entire costume is made of red crystals. She’s dripping in blood red jewels that remind me of all the blood I’ve shed in my life, and all the blood I’m going to shed for her. I know it’s inevitable, and I’d do it without a second thought. I’d even take a little pleasure in it knowing that it was to keep this woman safe.

“Not yet,” she says, twirling a few crystal strands around her finger. “You said you wanted the Tessa I am on stage. Well, she doesn’t take orders so well.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Is that so?”

“It is. And she wants to give you a special dance. For your eyes only.”

My jaw clenches and my dick jumps in my pants as she takes slow and deliberate steps towards me. Placing her hands on the arm rests of my chair, she bends down so her face is right in front of mine.

“If you want to see, Alec, then I need a song. I know the perfect one for you.”

I hold back from touching her and telling her who’s really in charge here because I want her to dance for me so fucking badly. I’d endure endless torture to have this piece of her she’s so willing to give me.

Taking my phone out of my inside jacket pocket, I tap on the app that controls the surround sound in the living room and let her take it from me to search for her song.

Handing it back to me, I look down at the title and smirk. “King” by Niykee Heaton.

“Press play when you’re ready,” she purrs in my ear. “But no touching, Mr. Carfano.” Pulling back to look me in the eyes, she flashes me a sexy little grin that lets me know she’s most definitely going to torture me before letting me touch her.

We’ll see who’s going to be begging for it by the time she’s finished.

Pressing play, the song begins, and the bass pounds into my veins, my cock throbbing in time to the deep beat.

Tessa pushes off the chair and takes a step back, but remains close enough for me to reach out and touch her if I wanted to.

Her hips sway as she runs her hands up her torso and over her tits. Always keeping her eyes on me, Tessa swirls her hips and then drops low before coming back up to grip the arm rests of my chair. The crystals hanging from her neck brush over the front of my pants, and I hold back a groan at the light touch.

Rolling her body towards me, she arches her back and pushes her tits out. Almost, but not quite touching me. Only the strands of red crystals do that I want to fist so I can pull her down on top of me.

Pushing herself away again, Tessa reaches behind her and unclasps the hooks of her red crystal bra. She slides the straps down slowly, a sadistic little smile on her red glittered lips.

Letting the bra fall from her, her perfect tits bounce free, and I have to fist my hands at my sides to keep from touching her. Hers are bigger than you’d see on a traditional ballet dancer, but she’s not huge. Just the perfect amount for me to grip and tease and see bounce as I fuck her hard.

Tessa takes them in her hands and squeezes them, giving me a little breathy groan that has my cock ready to burst as she slides her hands down her stomach to the waistband of the matching red jewel covered panties.

Her hard, puckered nipples peek through the crystal strands covering her and my mouth waters, needing a taste.

My eyes stay glued to her hands as she slides her fingers under the fabric of her panties. But instead of sliding them down to show me her pretty little pussy, she just slides her hands back up to cup her tits again, this time pinching her nipples.

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