Page 135 of When Hearts Awaken

Without another word, she slithers out of her clothes, leaving her clad in only a black lacy bra and panties.

My heart racing inside me, I move my body to the music inside my mind. Running my hands down my neck to my chest, I cup my heavy tits before sliding my hands to my stomach, then my hips. Charles’s mouth drops open, his eyes darkening by the second. His throat ripples as he swallows, his fingers digging into the leather arms of his chair like it’s taking him every ounce of restraint to not bolt up and come after me.

I dip down and stick my ass out before arching up, throwing in a whip of my hair for good measure. I hear a sharp, tortured inhale, the sound a direct caress to my clit.

“I once told you I was never dancing for you,” I whisper, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounds. Brushing the straps of my bra down my shoulders, I watch his nostrils flare before slipping my arms out of the straps.

I massage my breasts, which are growing tender by the second, the bra slipping down so that we’re one inch away from a wardrobe malfunction.

Charles shifts in his seat, his legs parting—the perfect man-spreading—and I see his glorious cock tenting up his pants. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead as he digs his nails into the chair.

“But I want to dance for you now, because you’re the man who has awakened my heart. I thought I was dead inside. I thought I was doomed to live a loveless and sexless life because I couldn’t let anyone get close to me. But you came in and smashed my walls like a wrecking ball.”

Unclasping my bra, I let it fall to the floor and turn around and bend low, my hands grazing the floor, giving him a generous view of my ass, before I snap back up in a fluid and sensual motion.

Closing my eyes, I pluck at my nipples, needing the pain he doled out to me at the studio, the sharp pressure I can’t seem to give to myself. My moans echo in the dark room, joining his ragged breaths. My pussy is wet, the piercing rubbing against my panties as I gyrate my body to the invisible rhythm.

Pleasure flutters into my veins, curling around my core, but it isn’t enough. I need more pain, more aggression, more sensations.

Whimpering, I slip out of my underwear, kicking it to the side. I hear his sharp inhale as I drop to my knees and spread my legs. Arching back, I support my body with one arm, my tits thrusted in the air as my other hand travels between my legs and flicks at the piercing, pulling at it, then swirling my clit. Sparks continue to climb at my core, but the pinnacle is just out of reach.

I circle my clit harder, my motions growing more desperate as I thrash on the floor before him, letting him see how uninhibited he makes me. He vanquishes the darkness in my mind. The sparks come and go, the pleasure sharpening before receding.

Desperation climbs inside me and my lustful mewls echo in the room.

“Are you done yet?” A low, raspy growl.

I shiver. His words are like an electric current zapping through my body.

Opening my eyes, my vision clouded by a sheen of lust, I freeze at what I see before me.

Charles’s eyes flashing in the dim light, his shirt unbuttoned, abs rippling, his cock fisted in his hand as his lips twist up in a half-snarl.

He looks positively feral, the god of thunder here to dole out punishment. Nasty, filthy punishment.

I whimper, wetness flowing out of me, slicking my fingers.

“Are you done taunting me, you brat? Did you forget who owns you in the bedroom?” His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, white knuckled around the throbbing weapon between his legs.

My nostrils flare as my mouth waters at the sight of him becoming unhinged in my presence. Perhaps this side has been hidden inside me all along, this need to be forced into submission, to reclaim my control by driving him insane. Biting my lip, I continue gyrating to the rhythm of my fingers, his searing gaze the accelerant I need to fan the flames around my pussy.

I whimper, the sensations climbing, morphing into a beast of its own. I creep to the edge of the cliff, seconds away from detonating and falling into the pleasurable abyss. Rubbing harder, my eyes flutter closed, my breathing coming in quick pants.

“Stop!” he barks, his voice sharp as a whip, and I flinch.

He crooks his finger toward him and points to his lap. “You don’t get to come until I say you do. Get up here.”

My blood vibrates at the violence in his voice, the aggression leashed down in the tense set of his jaw, and I quickly scramble up from the floor and climb onto his lap.

He flips me over in one fluid motion, so I’m lying ass up on his lap, my face by the leather arm of his armchair, my legs dangling midair.

“Charles!” I screech.

“What did you call me?”

My core pulses. “S-Sir.” He rubs his palm over my ass, the sensations driving me wild.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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