Page 9 of Captivated

I can see it. I can feel it.

He cleared the club out the moment he saw me so no one else would see me dance. He wants me for his eyes only, and for the moment, I can give that to him.

I want him again as much as his eyes are telling me he wants me. I want to tease him until he breaks, though. I want to show him what he’s been missing.

I want to feel like I did when I was with him before. Like a pretty princess who’s being worshipped and debased at every available moment.

On my knees before him, we’re almost eye-level, and I reach out, wanting to touch him. But I can’t yet. Instead, I push myself away and slide towards the pole. I reach back and grab it, spinning around and up onto my feet again.

Nico remains standing at the end of the stage in a stance that can only be described as powerful and dominant. He’s a man who gets his way and knows he’s going to again now.

He crooks his pointer finger, beckoning me back to him, and once again, I obey without hesitation. Even when I’m up here, in control, he still has power over me.

I walk back to the edge of the stage and Nico grabs my wrist. He pauses for only a moment to caress my inner wrist with a back-and-forth swipe of his thumb before pulling me from the stage.

My breath leaves my lungs as I’m flung against his chest, and his other arm bands around my back while my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“You only dance for me now,” Nico growls in my ear – his control waning.

Nico walks us backwards until we reach the chair he was sitting in and he sits us down. Every part of me is screaming to agree with him, but I can’t. I’m dancing here for a reason.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I counter, and he grips my chin, bringing my face to his.

Nico’s eyes are hard as stone. His hands spread across my back and slide down to cup my ass, pushing me against his hard cock.

I let out a soft moan and he presses his fingers harder into my ass cheeks. “You only dance for me,” he repeats, harsher this time.

“You’re too late,” I tell him, and he grunts, not liking my response.

Nico glides a finger up my spine, around my ribcage, between my breasts, across my collar bone, and back down my spine. I shiver in his arms and he grabs the ends of my hair, pulling my head to the side.

I gasp in surprise, and he trails his nose up the side of my exposed neck. He plants a kiss beneath my ear and I sigh. “I’m right on time, Cassandra,” he says roughly.

Nico tugs on my hair again, this time pulling my head straight back, giving him the access he needs to run his nose down the front of my neck to plant a kiss in the hollow of my throat.

I bite my lip, holding in a soft moan, and Nico drags his nose up to my other ear. “Let me hear you purr like the pretty little kitten you are.” He pulls the bow loose that’s holding the front of my corset together. “You know I know how to make you purr.” His hand on my ass squeezes me. “Let me hear you.”

He kisses my ear again and bares his teeth, scraping them across my skin before biting down.

My moan is instant, turning into a mewling cry for more when he swirls his tongue around where he bit to ease the pressure.

“That’s it,la mia rossa piccante,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re a good little kitty, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” I hum, moving my hips against him.

Nico cups my pussy, pressing on the fabric that’s separating us. “Now let me make this little kitty purr until my hand is covered in your sweet cream.”

“Please,” I say shamelessly, moving my hips to try and get him closer.

“You know I love when you beg, Cassandra.”

Nico pulls my panties to the side and hooks his fingers through the holes in the fishnets I have on underneath.

He doesn’t touch me yet, though.

He pulls his fingers away instead, but I can feel them trembling with the effort of not touching me.

I slide my hands down his chest and grip his shirt. “What are you waiting for, Nico?”

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