Page 87 of Between Never and Forever
“Because I saw you changing up there on that stage tonight. I saw you changing into who you want to be, Kee. But I want the whole transformation. I want the woman from the girl. I want your whole fucking heart given to me on that stage tonight.”
He didn’t wait for confirmation. He pulled me through the doors and walked me through the resort, pointing out where more security measures were enforced. Every camera, every pathway, every nook and cranny of his resort was packed with security features that I couldn’t even begin to list off.
No one was stealing from a Black Casino and no one was taking advantage of the HEAT resort’s guests. It was clear to me then: Dex didn’t leave any stone unturned. He had complete and utter omniscient and omnipotent control when it came to his buildings.
When we got to the theater, he murmured, “Go to the stage, heartbreaker. I’ll set up the sound and lighting.”
He moved with purpose then to adjust the lighting so a soft glow dimly lit the expanse of the theater. He strode around the stage, still dressed in his suit, looking so in control. He had such quiet confidence as he meticulously checked positions of the lights so that they caressed the stage at just the right angle to accentuate my shadow.
Then, his fingers flew over the buttons I knew controlled the audio. He understood how to control every part of this theater. The man was a perfectionist when it came to managing what he owned, and I wondered if he would be the same with me.
He walked over after all the adjustments with the small mic that he himself slid over my ear and adjusted so the mouthpiece was just the right distance from my lips. “Breathe, Kee. And then say something.”
I didn’t know why I was holding my breath as he stood there in front of me. “This song is supposed to go to a violin.”
He shrugged. “You can sing to anything, heartbreaker. You and I both know that.”
Then he walked to the side stage where the tantric chair had been stored and lifted it to bring back to the center of the stage. I saw how his arms flexed, the muscles rippling under his suit. Yet, he didn’t sit there just yet. He circled me and murmured, “I want you to sing the whole song, Kee.”
And before I could answer, he knelt before me and slid a small case from his pocket. When he opened it up, he murmured, “You didn’t have one in tonight. You will now. Just for me.”
The metal he held was a vibrant red and I saw as he pressed a small button that this Ben Wa ball wasn’t like the last one. “Ready to teach me again? You think I’m worthy now?” I stared at the device, knowing it must be new because I’d thrown all the others away.
“You had to be ready, and I did too,” he said in a grave tone.
“Ready for what? It’s not like you haven’t done this with others,” I said to try and keep the conversation light, but Dex never seemed to allow that with us. He slid the device over my thigh roughly, making me gasp.
“Everything I do with you can’t be compared to others, Kee. You realize that, right? Even in your jealousy, you must know that you affect me like no woman can. I’m fucking addicted to even the sound you make when I touch you.”
“Don’t be ridiculou—” I gasped again as his hand traveled under my skirt and directly up to my clit where he held the device. I felt the vibration of it all the way down to my toes. The man didn’t even ask if he could go under my skirt. Yet, he knew he didn’t need to. I wanted him there and even stepped to the side a little to widen my stance as he rubbed the device back and forth, back and forth.
He didn’t look up at me, but I saw the smile playing on his lips. “Of course you didn’t wear anything underneath this dress.”
“I couldn’t have lines when I was on stage and—” He rolled it over my center and let it hover there. Immediately, I covered the mouthpiece and hissed, “Dex, I can’t sing with this in.”
“You can always sing, heartbreaker.” He slid it in me then, and I felt the shake of it through my whole body. “Don’t cover the mic. The theater is soundproof. You know that.”
He had my dress bunched to the side in his hand, and he yanked me forward before he pressed a few buttons on his phone. It was the time I was supposed to breathe out the words. It was the time for him to feel what I felt.
The theater filled with the notes of that last song. We had the instrumental audio for it, and Dex obviously knew exactly where to find it.
“Sing for me, Keelani.” His voice was just above a whisper, the command almost wrapped in a plea as he leaned back in that velvet chair, pulling my body closer to him. He used my full name—what I now thought of as a stage name—and I wondered in that moment if I was a prop to him too. Did he want the entertainment of me just for tonight?
“You don’t call me Keelani, Dex,” I reminded him. I wanted the distinction.
He stared up at me, his eyes a vivid green as he tore through all the layers of me right there on that stage. “No. I don’t.” He didn’t drop the side of my dress but rather left me exposed as he draped the fabric over his forearm while his hand started to massage my thigh. He stared up at me as I missed the first few lines of the song. “Sing. For. Me. Kee.”
I shifted closer to him and saw the soft shadows of my body dance over his features. There was an intimacy to having him sit in that chair with me on the stage, even if it was in an empty theater. I felt the weight of who we were as I sang the song and the weight of who we would become.
Together.
We were bound together whether we wanted to be or not. Forever. The air shifted as I sang about our flowers in a field and how he’d broken my heart, but this time, he pulled me closer, his fingers drifting higher and higher toward my center, like he wanted to be a part of me.
The air shifted as I hit the bridge, and I gasped as he slid a finger softly into my pussy. He pushed against the ball, and it rolled farther into me, against walls I never knew could be touched. They were so sensitive, I whimpered instead of sang, my hands falling to his shoulders as his eyes stayed glued to his hand between my legs.
“Fuck, your pussy is so ready for me, Kee. Look how you drip for me when you sing. So wet. So pretty in your glittering heels.”
I moaned out apleaserather than sang the next line.
