Page 48 of Three Ties to Bind

Glancing at the lights on either end of the couch, I decided to flip them off. They weren’t the only lights in the room. There were soft glows coming from the can lights in the ceiling, which showcased the floor in front of me. With these two off, I wasn’t put in a spotlight. Maybe Dominic wouldn’t know it was me right away.

I’d no sooner shut the lights off and leaned back on the couch when the door opened, revealing Dominic in the same outfit he wore on stage tonight. He glanced at me but recognition didn’t dawn with the lights out. I sat with my legs wide, one arm on the back of the couch, trying to look as relaxed as possible, when I really wanted to burst from the couch and wrap him in my arms.

“Do you mind if I turn the music up?” he asked, his voice low, sultry. The better job he did in here, the more he made. Even though I wasn’t just any customer, I put a hefty tip in the envelope which I’d drop in the box on my way out. Since my name wasn’t on the envelope, only his stage one, he wouldn’t know it was me. He got the total sum, not how much came from which member.

I needed him to dance for me. To move his body like he did on stage. That way he earned the tip, and I wouldn’t feel like I was giving him money to make sure he had enough since he only had a week left with me. Dominic didn’t need my charity, but I wanted to take care of him, nonetheless.

“Please do,” I replied, my voice roughened a little, so I didn’t tip him off.

Dominic turned the music up and started his dance. It was different than it was on stage. No less erotic. I was getting an altered show. From a business perspective, it was smart. Members didn’t want the same thing they saw on stage. They wanted to feel special in here. Like this show was about them.

He moved, dipped, stood, was so fucking flexible. I wanted to see what he looked like doing it completely naked. His suspenders were the first to go then his tie. His pants came off next. That fucking lace beneath… I shivered. I’d never thought about it on a man. It was so damn enticing, so sexy. I wanted to run my fingers along the edge of it. Feel the delicate material where it clung to him.

A few steps closer, I could scent the vanilla on him. It mixed with his sweat. This being his third dance total for the night, he had to have been tired. Who needed the gym when they moved like this daily?

His muscles flexed, abs tightened, his thighs contracted. Goddamn, I was surprised I had a coherent thought left in my head. My dick throbbed in my jeans. Fortunately, they were dark. My dick’s current situation wasn’t obvious.

How many men got hard in this room with Dominic? Did they jerk off while he danced? Fuck, that sent a fire through me and not the good kind. I didn’t want anyone fucking their fist while my man danced for them.

My man.

The thought pulled me up short.

Whatever. I wasn’t dissecting it. He was mine and Peyton’s. That was the end of it. Now that I’d made my decision, it was solid in my mind.

Dominic kept dancing. The closer he got, the more my fingers itched to touch him. I could hear his panted breaths, tried to lock my eyes with his but he kept them everywhere, except on me. Was that how he disconnected with the crowd and let the music flow through him? He didn’t latch on to any one face?

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, putting myself under the can light so Dominic could see who he was dancing for.

The movement caught his eye, and he looked up, gasping when he saw me. He stumbled back. I thought he was going to fall so I stood, reaching for his elbow to steady him.

“Perry? What are you doing here?” He lifted his mask so I could see his gorgeous face and reached to turn the volume down.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I was too wrapped up in this man who had the confidence to tell me what he wanted. To give his notice and pursue a career that made him happy. Who stood in my office and told me he didn’t want just sex between us.

“You’re so beautiful, Dom,” I whispered. “How have I never noticed you like this before?”

“Perry…”

I reached up, placing my hand on the nape of his neck. “I want you. Now. Tomorrow. For the next five years, or forever. I want to be with you and Peyton. Not just for sex. I need more than that. I need to see your smile, your eyes. I need to know you’re not going to walk away from me. That you want me just as much.”

“I can’t stay working for you.”

“I know. I’ve accepted it. Still not happy about it but when I see you dance, I remember this is what you’re made to do. Nothing compares to you in your element. I want you in my life, Dom. I’m sorry I fucked up. I doubt it’ll be the only time. Hell, I’ll probably screw up weekly. Just know, I want you badly.”

“Does Peyton know?”

I gave him a crooked smile. “You think he was going to let me come here on my own?”

He teasingly shoved me. “You know what I mean.”

“Peyton knows. He sat with me while you were on stage. I’ve been hard for you since.”

“Yeah?” He stepped closer, the heat of his body seeping into mine. I erased the remaining space until our bodies met. “Did you want to touch yourself while I was dancing?”

“You know I did.”

“What about Peyton? Was he hard too?”

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