Page 34 of Fatal Sloth

"Thank you, Sebastiano," she murmurs, her voice soft. "For having this installed just for me."

I nod, unsure of what to say because I sure as fuck didn't do this. I wouldn't voluntarily move my stuff to one side for this to be here, but I'm not telling her that. Instead, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Her breath hitches as she feels my cock press against her stomach, but I don't let go. Instead, I hold her tighter, letting her know what kind of reaction she has on me.

Just when I'm about to let her go, that’s when I realize this is Marie’s work, knowing exactly what she was doing when she had that ballet bar installed in the gym.

Well played, Marie.

Mia's voice trembles as she pulls back, her cheeks turning a deep crimson shade. The red blush creeps down her neck, betraying her embarrassment. “Y-you’re, uh, thing,” she stammers, her words barely audible. “It’s poking me.”

I raise my eyebrows, suppressing a smirk. "My thing? You mean my dick?" I ask, unable to hold back my amusement.

She nods, gently pulling out of my embrace. “Yeah, it does that,” I remark, glancing down at her. I notice her chest rising and falling with each breath. “But it looks like I have the same effect on you,” I add, reaching out to lightly pinch her hardened nipple. The thin fabric of her one-piece does little to hide them.

A small moan escapes her lips as she takes a step back, but I quickly close the distance, stepping forward. My neglected dick strains against the fabric of my pants, begging to come out. “So, are you going to dance for me?” I ask, pinching her other nipple firmly.

Another moan escapes her plush lips, and I curse inwardly. “Dance or take this onesie off and show me how wet you are,” I demand, my voice low and rough with desire.

“What?” she stumbles over her words. “I-I'm not anything.” But the blush coating her cheeks betrays her lie.

Mia retreats, stumbling as she tries to put distance between us. With each hesitant step she takes back, I close the gap. “Liar!” I accuse, my gaze fixed on her.

"I-I don't lie," Mia claims, her voice breaking with uncertainty. But I see right through her. Her trembling voice contradicts her words, and I can see through the facade. The flush creeping up her cheeks and the quickening of her breath gives away her arousal. She's turned the fuck on, and she damn well knows it.

"Well, then, prove it," I challenge, my tone dripping with taunt. "You can dance for me, and I'll add it to my spank bank for later, or..." I let the sentence hang, leaving the choice in her hands.

Mia's breath catches in her throat as my finger lightly tugs at the fabric of her leotard, teasingly pulling it between her breasts. The sexual tension in the room crackles as her body responds so well to my touch, her arousal palpable. Her eyes meet mine, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling in their blues. "Or what?" she breathes out, her voice barely audible, her gaze holding mine in a silent challenge.

My fingers slide down the valley between her breast, and my hand continues its journey lower until it grazes the top of her pussy. Mia's breath hitches, her eyes flickering with excitement as she struggles to maintain her composure.

"Or," I murmur, my voice low and seductive, "we can find out just how much you're lying." My hand lingers at her pussy lips, a silent invitation for her to make her choice.

Mia's breath hitches, a shiver running through her body as my hand inches closer to the bottom of her leotard. The anticipation hangs between us, each passing moment charged with tension. Just as my finger slips under the hem, barely grazing her smooth pussy, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll dance for you."

"Aww,” I taunt, grinning devilishly. “And here I thought you were going to let me have a little taste.” My finger hovers tantalizingly close, just a whisper away from uncovering her sweet spot. But I decide to pull back, slipping my finger out of the hem and covering her lower half again, ensuring her lips remain concealed while she dances. With a smirk, I take a step back and lean against the wall, my gaze fixed on her, waiting for her to start.

She's flustered as fuck, and it gives me a twisted satisfaction to see her shaky hands fumble with her phone, scrolling through the music until she selects a song to play.

The music starts, and it's like la piccola ballerina transforms into someone else entirely. Letting the music take over, she loses herself in the dance.

As good as she moves, the lyrics of "Slide" by the Goo Goo Dolls tug my mind elsewhere.

"Do you wanna get married or run away?"

The words hang in the air as she floats around the gym.

"Yeah, slide between the sheets into my room? Just slide into my room?"

The lyrics echo in my head, watching her twist and bend- all I can picture is sliding around with her in my bed.

She takes one final spin, her movements slowing as the song grinds to a halt. With each powerful twist, her body seems to linger in the air, suspended in a moment of effortless elegance that commands attention. As the music dies down, she comes to a halt, her breaths shallow, and her cheeks flushed. There's a raw intensity in the way she stands there, even with a faint sheen of sweat.

I slap my hands together in a rhythm that echoes through the room. It's not some polite, reserved applause; it's loud, a bit too enthusiastic, like I'm at a damn Broadway show or something. Definitely not my smoothest moment, but damn, it just felt right.

Mia walks toward where I'm leaning against the wall. "Well?" she prompts, her tone low and uncertain. "Was it okay?" she asks like she knows she's not great at dancing.

"Not a lot of things impress me, but that was pretty damn impressive," I admit.

She looks up with a smile that reaches her eyes. "Really?" Her eyes, bright and curious, lock with mine, silently asking for confirmation while walking up to the barre. She lifts her leg, leaning forward with her ass out, stretching from her dance. All blood rushes south, and my poor dick that just went down, springs back to life. I move behind her, placing my hands on each side of her hips. Mia's gaze meets mine in the mirror.

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