Page 78 of Careless

Rian wants me to dance for him. This wasn’t the point of this class. I didn’t agree to take a pole dancing class with Kia to show off my moves to Rian. I did it to boost my confidence and as an alternative to running, and it’s worked wonders.Thiswas not a reason for it.

The idea of doing this in front of anyone else doesn’t faze me, but doing it in front of Rian—for him—I’m beyond mortified and scared out of my mind.

What if he doesn’t like the way I dance?

Pole dancing, or at least the way Marion teaches it, is both sexual and sensual. It’s a dance of attraction and a conversation of confirmed desire.

Marion said I’m a natural at this, but I don’t feel like a natural right now.

Cut it out, Sorcha. He just wants to see you dance. If he doesn’t like it, that’s his problem.

Is it bad that I crave his approval? Dancing is my thing and pole dancing is one of the few things in my life that is just… mine. The only reason why Kia knows about it is because she’s involved.

I close my eyes and tell myself to get lost in the music.

Him

The wayher body moves is like she’s casting a spell, each sway of her hips is another curse I’m condemned to. Her hips writhe to the mellow beginning, bringing my cock to life. Her eyes are closed and I can’t tell if she remembers I’m here. Though I don’t like it, I can see that this is something that takes concentration. One wrong move, and Sorcha could seriously injure herself.

She spins around the pole then loops her leg around the metal bar, and her momentum pulls her into the air. Her full and strong thighs hold her in place as her body moves, and I nearly jump to my feet to catch her when her hands let go of the pole.

She’s okay, though. Upside down, her hands trail along the wood floor as the music picks up the tempo.

I’ve been to plenty of strip clubs and witnessed hundreds of strippers do their thing on stage, but all of those exotic dancers could learn a thing or two from my woman. The dance she does is alluring and erotic. Her voluptuous body tells a tantalizing story, and I'm all about listening. My cock strains against the cage of my pants and I want so desperately to take it in hand and jack off to watching her. I’m sure that would embarrass her even more, but that would be the easy way out for her. I’ll let her get me all riled up, but once I reach the breaking point, she’ll wish she never pulled this stupid, late night stunt.

Sorcha pulls herself upright and I fist my hands, not trusting myself to touch neither her nor me when she grinds herself against the pole, all the way until her toes reach the ground. Then she opens her eyes and locks them with mine, that sexy as hell seductress look on her face. Hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and her lips parted. She looks identical to how she does after I sink into her heat.

I relax back into the chair as she stands and turns, arching her back against the pole. Slowly sliding down, her thighs gradually spread until she’s wide open for me to see.

Fuck. My brat is doing this on purpose. She wants to drive me insane with her moves—make me lose control.

“Stop,” I growl, and all of her movements freeze, her eyes blinking as she breaks out of her seductress haze. I grab her phone and cut the music as I glare at her, masking my enjoyment of her show. Unless she sees how hard my dick is right now, there’s no way she’ll know how much I want to fuck her.

“Come here,” I order and her shoulders relax. Sorcha takes a single step forward before I yell at her. “No!” She flinches at my tone and her eyes stay glued to the floor. “That’s not how this works, my little slut.” I shift and lean forward. “Come here, on your knees.”

She tries hard to hide it behind her mass of dark curls, but I catch her smile as she slowly drops to her knees. She stretches her arms in front of her like a goddamn jungle cat as she slinks my way. Her ass sashays side to side, her timid eyes meeting mine halfway.

I wish the pole had been further away because she’s at my feet way too soon. Sorcha kneels, waiting for my next command like she should be. Her defiance may never get completely erased. I believe she does it on purpose to get a… rise out of me. And it works.

I stand, looking down at her. Taking my time, I slowly walk around her with purposeful steps, examining how she sits her perfect ass on the heels of her bare feet.

This woman is all fucking mine.

“Bend over the chair.”

I hear her sharp intake of breath before she moves to her feet and lays herself over the arms of the chair, her ass presented for me. Her legs tremble in anticipation. She probably thinks I’m about to fuck her, but she’s wrong. She hasn’t gotten the full extent of her punishment yet.

I’m on edge in the best way, and I know she is, too.

Positioning myself behind her, I yank her underwear over her ass. Goosebumps prickle her spine when she hears the undeniable jingle of my belt being unbuckled. Pulling it out of the loops, I fold it in half and hold onto both ends, push them together then violently pull them apart. That oh so satisfyingsnappierces the air and she jumps, her fear palpable.

I bring my arm back and crack the belt down hard on her ass. She cries out in pain, but doesn’t move or even flinch. The mark turns bright red and quickly morphs into a welt. I slap my hand right on top of the mark, making my girl sob so beautifully.

I do it two more times, but space the marks perfectly so they aren’t touching, creating three bars across her ass like a sideways barcode labeling this spitfire as mine.

Her cries increase as her nails dig into the chair’s arm. I gather her hair in my grip, pulling her to her full height. Her face is awash with tears, and the look she is giving is deadly.

It doesn’t faze me, though. I drag her to the pole she danced on and press her against it. I take her hands and guide them above her head and wrap her fingers around the pole.

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