“No?”
“Stand up.”
She shifted out of my lap, standing in front of me with a tentative expression on her face. The music was still playing, with the volume down low.
“I want you to dance for me.”
Her eyebrows shot up.
“What?”
“If you want me to fuck any of those tight little holes of yours tonight, you’ll continue being a good girl and dance for me. Otherwise, I’ll take you home and put you to bed. It won’t be with me, Tink. It’ll be by yourself.”
Her mouth dropped open and her hands clenched into little fists at her sides.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
She pouted. I laid my hand on my thigh and flexed my fingers. Her acting out was unsurprising. The routine I’d set out for her had been disrupted by my father’s interference.
“I suggest you don’t test my patience. I might have missed your bratty little mouth, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate your disobedience. So dance, Arianna. Show me you’re still daddy’s desperate little slut.”
Ari gave me a disparaging look before she schooled her features and shook her hands out. Then she closed her eyes and took a breath. I let it slide. I knew she’d missed me and didn’t like the prospect of spending another night without me by her side if she misbehaved.
“What kind of dance would you like, sir? Should I try twirling around one of those poles… or did you want a lap dance?”
“Both.”
Her eyes snapped open. She gave me a little nod before moving towards the nearest pole. Stepping up onto the platform, she kicked off her heels and grabbed a hold of the pole. Then she swayed in time to the music, rocking her hips as she moved around the pole, seemingly working out what she should do. She’d seen enough tonight to get an idea of the type of thing the girls did here. It wouldn’t matter to me what she did. Ari herself was enticing to me. It didn’t take much to make me want to impale her on my cock any way I could.
She shifted around, putting the pole to her back with one hand placed above her. Then she was moving to the beat and slowly lowering herself down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her luscious body clad in that very skimpy red dress I’d made her wear. It clung to her curves and rode up her thighs as she bent her knees until I could see the black lace she wore beneath.
I had to adjust my dick because it was straining so hard against my zipper, it fucking hurt. Her eyes narrowed in on the movement, and a small smile played at her lips as she rose up again. Then she was twirling around the pole, continuing to move her body to the beat.
“Come here,” I all but growled, unable to take the distance between us any longer.
Arianna was quick to obey, stepping off the platform. I held my hand up before she could come any closer.
“Crawl to me.”
She lowered herself to her hands and knees. The leash hung down, the handle dragging along the floor as she moved closer, her eyes fixed on mine. She took her time, making me wait for it. Each movement she made only had my need to have her increasing tenfold. This woman was going to kill me and I didn’t give a fuck.
When she reached me, she crawled between my legs and sat up on her knees. Her hands went to my thighs and ran up them until she met my belt.
“Take your underwear off and give it to me. Now.”
She let go of me to carry out my demand. After she’d shimmied out of them, she put them in my hand. I set the wet lace down on the seat beside me, keeping my gaze on her.
“Stand up and show me you deserve my cock in your pussy.”
Ari got to her feet and leant over me as she moved her body. She dragged her hands down my chest before turning around and all but planting herself in my lap. She moved against me, grinding her behind on my painfully hard cock. Her little pussy was on display as her dress had ridden high on her hips. I slid my hand over her thigh and brushed my fingers through her folds, making her let out a little gasp.
“Mmm, so wet for daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she panted, continuing to grind on me to the beat.
My other hand went to my belt, unbuckling it so I could get my cock out.