Page 106 of Dust to Dust

I slid my hand over her ribcage to cup her breast. “Is that what you want, Little Dove?”

“I know it’s what you want when you watch me dance. I can tell you want to drag me off the pole and fuck me in front of everyone.” She swiveled her hips against my erection. “You want to prove to them I’m yours.”

I growled into her ear. “You are mine.” I squeezed her breast. “These tits are mine.” My other hand slid to cup her center, causing her to hiss in a breath. “Most of all this pussy is mine.”

Isla turned around to face me. She reached for the hem of her sweatshirt before jerking it over her head. She toed out of her boots before stripping her leggings down over her thighs and to the floor.

She stood before me in only a green and gold bra and matching thong. Reaching between us, she took my cock in her hands. “And this? Does it belong to me.”

“It’s yours and yours alone.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she questioned breathlessly.

“Something fucking spontaneous.”

I then swept Isla into my arms. I climbed onto the stage and marched her over to the pole. After I set her down on her feet, I jerked my chin at her. “Put your arms up.”

Ever obedient, Isla did as I asked. My hands came to my tie. Slowly, I untied it and slid it out of my shirt. I wrapped it around the back of the pole before bringing it around Isla’s wrists. After I tied it tight, Isla tried moving her hands, but she couldn’t.

“Now you’re at my mercy.”

Lust flared in her eyes. “What are you going to do to me?” she repeated.

My hand cupped her between her thighs. “Not much foreplay considering how wet you are,” I remarked as I worked her over her thong.

Isla gasped and arched her hips against my hand. “Take off your clothes.”

I cocked my brows at her. “I think you’re confused about who is in charge here. As the one tied up, you’ll do as I say.”

“Please. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

I cupped her mouth. “When you ask so sweetly, I have to oblige you.”

Isla kept her eyes glued to mine as I shrugged out of my shirt. I dropped it to the stage floor. Her gaze slid down my chest to my where my fingers undid my belt and pants.

Once I peeled them off, I worked my cock over my briefs. “Do you want this?”

Isla licked her lips. “Very much.”

“The only thing I regret about this angle is you can’t suck my cock.”

“You could untie me.”

I shook my head. “Oh no. I like you just as you are. Of course, there is the problem of being over dressed.”

Reaching for my discarded pants, I took out my knife. At the sight of the gleaming silver, Isla’s eyes widened in fear, not pleasure. “Easy, Little Dove. You know I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know,” she murmured softly.

I pulled one of the straps of her bra away from her body. With a flick of the knife, I sliced the fabric.

Isla huffed indignantly. “I happened to like this lingerie.”

“I’ll buy you more.”

Considering how hard my cock was growing from cutting her underwear off, it would be worth every penny. I moved to the next strap and cut it. The bra fell from her body, exposing her perfect tits. At the cool air swirling around them, the perfect pink nipples hardened.

Turning the knife in my hand, I slid the handle down Isla’s breastbone. I brought it to her nipple, rubbing the aching the bud. Isla sucked in a breath as she tugged on her binds.

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