Page 43 of Serving the Mogul

“Just dance?” She shot a nervous look at the floor where everything short of outright intercourse took place—and sometimes, even that.

“Just dancing,” I promised.

She put her hand in mine, and we rose. Tugging her close, I dipped my head and murmured, “I’m tempted to turn you around and make you stand against that railing right now, fuck you while everything down below goes on, feel you shudder and shake as you get closer and closer, but I doubt you’re ready for anything like that.”

She grabbed the front of the shirt I wore, hands clenching in the fine cotton. “No. No, I’m not.”

“You’re intrigued, though.” I lifted my head to look into her eyes and saw the glitter of lust.

“Yes.”

My cock pulsed, and I pulled her closer so she could feel what she was doing to me.

Her lashes fluttered. “James…”

Backing up, I closed my hand around hers once more. I had to get a little distance between us now, or I might scare her off.

Between the music and the feel of Tina’s body against mine, time slid away.

A new ‘event’ started on the main stage, then ended, the curtain falling to signify the public sessions were over for the time being. Experience told me that meant it was between eleven and midnight. After midnight, the performers at The Black Star became even more inventive, and I’d seen the notice on the website early that had mentioned Ghost, a famous Dom who was appearing with one of his subs, Swan. Swan was a favorite here at The Black Star, and usually, I’d enjoy sitting back to watch the show.

But after more than an hour of dancing with Tina, watching her eyes glaze with heat and lust, feeling the push of her breasts against my chest, or the way her body would shiver and tighten when I pulled her in close enough so she could feel my cock, I was on the knife’s edge.

The music was intense, and I tightened the arm around her waist, then dipped my head so I could whisper into her ear. “Will you come home with me?”

She turned to face me, gaze lingering on my mouth before slowly lifting until we stared into each other’s eyes. “Yes.”

I kissed her, scoring her lower lip with my teeth, tightening my arm at her waist when she would have turned.

With my free hand, I stroked her side, then leisurely glided up until I grazed the outer curve of her breast. She stiffened, but didn’t immediately break the kiss.

My fingers still stroking her sweetly curved and annoyingly covered breast, I murmured, “Will you let me play?”

“I…I’m not sure.”

I bit her lower lip and increased the contact, nearly cupping her breast now. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Her head fell back against my shoulder, and she closed her eyes. Her slow nod was the sweetest victory I’d ever known.

I palmed her breast.

A few people glanced at us, but I didn’t pay them any attention. I didn’t care if they saw us. Exhibitionism didn’t bother me, but it didn’t turn me on either. What I enjoyed was Tina’s willingness to let me touch her, to let me take her, one step at a time, into my world.

She shivered as I found the stiff peak of her nipple, guarded by her dress and a lined bra. Tugging on it until she whimpered, I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling her against me, eliminating even a hint of distance between us.

“I want to fuck you.” I nuzzled her neck before continuing. “My dick is so hard I hurt. Come home with me.”

“Yes,” she said, the word intense and ragged with need.

I eased my hold on her waist. I slid my hand down to grip her thigh in a blatantly possessive move. “Be certain. I will not be all vanilla and gentle tonight.”

Lifting my head, I waited until she opened her eyes. The faint smile on her mouth, shy but full of anticipation, told me everything I needed to know.

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“This isn’tthe way to the hotel,” Tina murmured ten minutes into the drive.

“No.” Shooting her a quick look before taking the exit that would lead to my house outside Houston, I said, “We’re going to my place—my home.”

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