Page 10 of Power Play

“Sit. Now,” he demands in my ear, before using his grip to help lower me.

I slowly lower myself even further, getting more nervous as his hands continue to grip my hips firmly. There’s a bite to his grip, like he’s holding on to his own control through my body.

When he begins to move me, everyone else fades away. I’m not sure if it’s nerves, embarrassment, or the fact that he’s rubbing his hard cock against my cunt, but I wouldn’t be able to tell someone my own last name right now.

I hate that I’m enjoying this. I’m confused that he obviously is too when everything about him screams disdain.

Leaning forward, he brushes my hair back softly whispering in my ear, surprising me with his kind words for the first time.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No,” I say, as I finally lower myself onto his lap, secretly loving the way his grip tightens as I press further down, grazing over his hardened cock.

It’s obvious I didn’t want to be serving their table, and if I can read anything, I could immediately tell he wasn’t thrilled to be here either. Somehow, it’s working though if the arousal I’m feeling is any sign. Leaning forward, my boobs graze his chest, putting them directly in his line of sight.

His eyes might be glaring, but his lips turn up on one side like he’s trying to stop a smile.

“If you keep putting your tits in my face, baby girl, I’m going to lay you down on this table and make you scream for the entire club,” Rex growls in my ear, causing a shot of arousal to shoot straight to my core.

The thought of him making me scream loud enough for the entire club to hear is enough to make me want to shove his face in my tits even more. But the fear of it actually happening causes me to pull back, only slightly though.

His smile has grown wider though, almost like he can hear my dirty and depraved thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, they mirror his own depraved thoughts.

Everywhere we are touching feels intense, almost intoxicating. His hands on my side are controlling my movements, grinding my body along his cock. His eyes flare, barely holding onto their blue color amidst the dark fire within. He’s enjoying this more than either of us thought he would.

But so am I, and that is fucking terrifying.

Right now, none of that matters and we’re just here. In this weird moment. Inside this bubble, where only the two of us exist.

That’s not something I’m used to.

That’s not something I’m used to liking either.

The rest of the dance is over far too quickly. Whether or not it was actually quick, I have no idea as I was too focused on his hungry gaze.

It’s his eyes that hold my stare, and the feeling that his eyes are perfect mirrors of my own that slightly scares me.

He wants this. He wants me.

Standing up, I smile at him before turning to walk away.

Tonight has been all over the place, one emotion after another, and I’m not quite sure what to do now. Do I get a drink? Smoke a cigarette? Go back to work? I don’t have the slightest clue, so I sneak past the bar before the girls can see me. I rush through the crowd, determined to make it to the bathroom to touch up my makeup.

Before I even make it down the hall, I feel a hand on mine, yanking me back between a body and the wall.

“You made quite the impression back there, Sawyer,” a gruff voice whispers into my ear.

I’m thankful it’s Rex and not some rando pinning me against the wall because, duh, safety and all; but I’m also not so sure just how safe I am around him right now.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He lets an unmistakable growl out as he cages me in against the wall with his hips pushed against me, leaving no question just how turned on he is.

“I’m still not so sure it’s not a bad thing,” Rex responds as he slowly brings his lips down against my neck, causing me to lean into him further. Right as he begins kissing down my neck, the lounge door swings open and Serena walks through.

“Uh, shit. Sorry, I uh, I was looking for you. Just wanted to make sure—never mind. I’ll see you back out there.”

I can only imagine what this looks like, or if we look like as disheveled as I feel.

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