Page 48 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“It’s okay, just walk with me,” he said. I scuttled along beside him.
In my peripheral vision, I saw a lift. It opened and we stepped in. Only when the doors shut did I look up and take in a deep breath.
“I told you, I don’t do clubbing,” I said.
“And we’re not.”
The lift took seconds to open to a mezzanine floor. There were floor to ceiling glass panels, which deadened the noise. I could look down on the club below, but not have that throb in my chest from the speakers. However, there was a small dancefloor, a bar, sofas, and booths. And there were people, but ones much older than the teens downstairs. It was a club, but way more refined. Sebastian unhooked a red rope and ushed me in. It led to a private booth. A waiter came immediately and placed water, soft drinks, a bottle of whiskey, and wine on the side next to a large bucket of ice and glasses. He left us to help ourselves.
“This is much better,” I said, running my hand over the smooth velvet of the couch.
“I want to watch you dance,” he said, and his voice had taken on that husky tone.
“What if I can’t? That would be a let-down,” I chuckled while also feeling extremely self-conscious.
“Then sway. Move. Do something. I want to watch you in that dress.”
“What about other people?”
“They’ll be leaving soon.”
“You’re going to chuck them out just so you can ogle me?”
“No, they will voluntarily leave to head upstairs. It’s what they do.”
I glanced around. “Everyone looks... normal,” I said, leaning close to him.
“What did you expect them to look like? I believe you saw some of them naked just the other day.”
“Oh, fuck,” I replied, lowering my gaze so as not to catch anyone’s eye.
“Drink,” he said, and he handed me a glass of wine. He poured himself a whiskey.
As predicted, people started to leave. It wasn’t a mad rush, some stood and walked away, others finished their drinks. Sebastian called over the waiter.
“Music, then shut this place down. I want some privacy. You can head upstairs or take an early night.”
“Of course, Mr. Wolfe.”
He left and started to turn off the main lights. It leftjust a subtle glow from the booths. Music drifted around the room. It wasn’t the thump thump of club sounds, but the kind one could sway their body to.
Sebastian stood. “Dance for me,” he said, holding out his hand.
I chuckled nervously. I didn’t dance. Well, I could, but not brilliantly I didn’t think. But I could move my body in a way he’d like. I’d auditioned to cage dance at the club I cleaned but had backed out at the last minute. My nerves just wouldn’t let me, despite the money I could have earned. He took my hand and led me to the middle of the floor.
He didn’t leave, initially. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck. We swayed from side to side, he placed his leg between mine. He ran one hand up and down my bare back, causing the hairs to stand on end and me to shiver.
We danced for a couple of songs until the tempo changed. He then stood back. He watched me for a few seconds, then walked to the edge of the dance floor. He pulled a chair over and sat.
I had danced on my own, normally when I was hoovering, but that was a shake of the butt type dance. However, with Sebastian watching me, I wanted to dance. I wanted to move my body in such a way it aroused him. I was doing what he asked of me, what his sub would do. I was obeying, but, and I smiled at thethought, it was I who held the power. I could make it good, or not.
I chose good.
I lost myself in the music. I closed my eyes and kicked off my shoes. I danced like I hadn’t danced before, just moving in time with the music. I sang the words I knew. I felt him behind me, his hands on my hips and his breath on my shoulder. I leaned back into him, and we swayed together. He slid his hands up to my waist, dragging my dress with them. I didn’t care.
I had zoned into a place I hadn’t ventured before. It was just about me, feeling the music. It was just about him, feeling me.
He moved my hair over one shoulder and kissed the other. I could feel his erection through his trousers pressing into the small of my back. I wished I’d kept the shoes on, I would have felt him against my arse. I reached behind me, placing one hand on his cheek, he turned and kissed my palm. I wanted more.
