Page 26 of Punish Me

I follow the woman to a room where she closes the door behind us. Grey walls and black carpeting blend into each other. A server and a bodyguard stand near a mini bar in one corner beside what appears to be a small DJ station, but I don’t see theDJ. Other than that, the only things in the room are a table, a pole, and two club chairs. I sit in one, and a smirking Ambrose takes a seat in the other.

Not long after we’re seated, the server takes our drink order, and surprisingly, I see the bodyguard move behind the DJ stand.

“I will kill you,” I hiss at Ambrose. “This is so unprofessional.”

“Consider this not business then.”

“How can I not?” I ask, glaring at him.

He glares back at me, and I see the unspoken challenge in his eyes. He wants me to pretend that tonight is before the heartache, anger, and pain. Only I can’t. All I can do is try to enjoy the remainder of the night.

The server returns with our drinks, and the music starts up. Beyonce’sCuff It Wetter Remixfloods the room as the dancer begins working her body. She’s more skilled than those on the floor and the stage.

“You mean a dancer like her?” I ask Ambrose.

“Mm-hmm,” is his reply, forcing me to turn my gaze to him.

Surprisingly, his gaze is on me and not the dancer.

Her movements are somewhat hip-hop, and I can tell that she’s a professional. Smoothly, she segues her dance movements into more skilled and sexual transitions.

Wiggling her hips from side to side, she tosses one hand in the air using the force of it to propel her into a spin that lands her on her knees. Down on all fours, she pops her ass and rocks back onto her hip, kicking one leg out as she whips her hair in circles, pumping her hand between her legs.

Her feline movements as she jumps from the floor into a standing position are beguiling, her rocking hips seductive as she floats toward us, hands caressing her breasts and ass and clapping her legs open and closed. When she’s standing in frontof us, she smacks her ass again before leaning forward to touch her toe and then dragging her hand up her leg.

I’m in awe when she places a hand on the floor, uses it as leverage to pop into the air, and then lands flat on the floor, hunching it as her ass jiggles. She kicks one leg behind her and turns on one hand, with her private parts facing us. Somehow, she ends in a split in front of me with her hands on my thighs.

“This next performance is a special one I’ve been working on. You two are the first to see it, and I’d like to dedicate it specifically to you two. How long have you been together?” she asks.

“We are—”

“Almost ten years,” Ambrose’s deep voice resounds over mine.

“Oh, nice! You’re a beautiful couple. So, this is for you two lovebirds,” she says as 112’sPeaches and Creambegins to play.

This time, her movements are faster, harder, and more aggressive. She’s also more hands-on, touching my thighs and arms as she incorporates me into her dance moves.

Amethyst hops onto the large armchair with me, rolling her hips and gyrating on me. My head swivels so damn fast to look at an amused Ambrose that you’d think I would have caught whiplash.

He winks at me, and Amethyst gently cradles my face, returning my attention to her. She winks and rolls her body against mine, slowly dragging her hands down my breasts until she flips off the chair, landing on her back, and thrusts her legs and ass into the air.

She does a quick scissor movement to propel herself into the air and then back onto the floor in a split. Swiveling her back leg around to meet the front one, she drags herself into a plank formation, pushes up and down with her ass bucking into the air, and eventually stands again.

This bitch is in great shape and true form! How the hell does she do all this and still breathe evenly?

She’s a seductress, a magician, sexily and slowly walking toward me and keeping my gaze trained on her, making it difficult for me to break eye contact. She kicks her legs up, props her heels onto my thighs, and pumps upward with her pelvis damn near meeting my face.

Everything this woman does is intentional and edgy. She moves into the tight space between our two chairs and links our hands together before hopping onto Ambrose’s lap and working him over like she did me.

Jealousy flows inside me and makes me want to push her off his lap. And when I go to release his hand, he clasps mine tighter, locking his gaze with mine and licking his lips to tell me that it’s me that he wants. Me he wants on his lap, me he wants working him, and me he wants to fuck.

The heat is too intense, the memories too vivid. My panties are wet, and my nipples ache. All I want is Ambrose. Nothing less and nothing more.

Amethyst, the bodyguard, and the server leave the room.

“What are you doing?” I ask when Ambrose gets up and locks the door.

Ambrose stalks toward me, pulls me out of my chair, and clutches my hair. His kiss is bold, demanding, and unapologetic. His hands are hot on my shoulders as he shoves down the off-the-shoulder sleeves, baring my breasts in the strapless bra.

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