Page 6 of Tangled in Tinsel

“Never worry that you’re not in control, little one. You are in total control.”

His words do something funny to my tummy. Even if he’s patronizing me, it’s still something nice to hear. Something nice to believe in. I brush my lips against his and gasp when my bare breasts rub against the material of his shirt. He swallows the gasp as he takes my lips with his. I lose myself to the kiss and find myself sinking into the feeling of my breasts being squashed against his big, broad chest.

I pull back when something hard and thick pokes me between my legs. Is that…? “Are you…?”

“Oh yeah! As a steel pole, baby doll.” He answers me before I even have to finish the question.

“Really?” I am shocked but also…surprised and a little flattered that I can make this man this turned on.

“Fuck yes! You have world-class breasts, little one. I’ve never seen a body as sweet as yours.”

“Sweet?” Sweet sounds a lot like cute and that is the last thing I want to be called.

“Hmm, tiny, sweet, perfect little thing.”

My cheeks flush but not with embarrassment, with anger, “Tiny? Tiny? I am not tiny! Tiny is not sexy!” To make it even worse, he chuckles about it. His big body moving under mine he’s laughing so hard. I move to back off his lap but he stops me with a look. He’s gone from being entertained to being drop-dead serious.

“Tiny is incredibly sexy, little one. It makes a man like me think about all the places we can put you to fuck you. All the different ways I can have your little body move for me so both of us end up getting exactly what we want.”

“Oh.” I think…his idea of tiny might be a good thing.

“In fact, I bet if you gave a man a lap dance you could get him to do just about any damned thing you wanted him to do with that body.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. If you give me a lap dance, I will totally talk to Cyrus for you and get him to do anything you ask me to.”

Chapter Four

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Vander

How can this little woman not realize how incredibly sexy she is? What is wrong with everyone around her? Doesn’t matter. It would only piss me off to know someone else had this and didn’t appreciate it enough to put a ring on it, tie it to the bed, and keep it right beside them for all time. That’s what I plan to do.

“Really? You would do anything I asked if I gave you a lap dance?”

I nod my head quickly. It takes everything I have to not lick my lips like I’m about to devour her. “Oh yeah!”

“So, um, all I need to do is…dance for you.”

I give her an enthusiastic nod again.

“But what about the kiss? I thought you said…”

I interrupt her, “The kiss was just the first step. Now we’re moving on to step two.”

She looks dubious, “How many steps are there?”

“This is the last one. Promise.”

She starts nibbling on her lips again before asking me, “So what should I do? Where do I start?”

“I have a phone in the pocket of my suit coat. Pick a song. Any song.” She goes for my coat and holds it up to her chest. This entire time she’s been using her arm to try to hide herbreasts from me. But there is no hiding those babies. Now I am thinking that coat is never leaving my possession again…of course, neither is Tempi.

She rifles through my music when I give her the passcode to my phone. Finally choosing a slow, sexy song that is going to be the death of me. I have no idea how in the hell I am going to get through this without breaking these damn handcuffs and going after her. I take a deep breath as the music starts and she comes up behind me. When she puts her hands over me, I realize she’s put my suit coat on but hasn’t buttoned it. She whispers near my ear.

“Is this okay? Is this how you do it?”

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