Transforming into that character is easy and natural once I remember that I should do it. I smile at him, biting my lip a little as I strut over to where he sits. His eyes sparkle as I stop just short of his reach.
“Club rules,” I say, swaying my hips. “No touching, remember?”
I bend down toward him. The hint of his aftershave curls in my nose. The look on his face reminds me of a curious cat.
Calum reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. “Fuck the rules. That’s why I brought you here. You signed the contract. Now I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
I straddle his lap, my breath leaving me in a sharp huff. “Calum…”
He lifts his hips and grinds into my ass. “Shut up.”
I have to take back some semblance of control. So I clamp down on his lap and ride it for a minute, teasing him by putting my hands flat on either side of his head.
“Relax,” I whisper, lifting and lowering my hips. “Let me take the reins for a minute.”
I slide down a little closer to him. He shifts and his cock pops up between us, long and thick. Rocking my hips, I bump it a few times.
“Tease,” he accuses. He moves again so that his cock settles against the seam of my pussy.
I rock my hips again, stopping when my movement brushes the hard tip of his cock against my clit. A very soft “Ohhh,” pops out of my mouth.
It’s not supposed to feel good for me, is it?
His eyes sparkle with enjoyment. “Is that the spot, beauty?”
He thrusts his hips up and his cock brushes that same spot again. My face reddens. I splay my hands out across his chest.
“I thought we were trying to get you excited,” I say, a little breathlessly.
His lips twitch. He stops moving suddenly.
“You know what I want?”
I swallow, shaking my head slowly. “No.”
“I want you to take off those panties and touch your clit while you ride my lap.” He starts unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes glinting.
My throat works. “I—“
He moves so suddenly, ripping at my teddy and then at my panties in a frenzy. He tears my teddy in two and rips my thong off entirely, then he reaches out and pulls my bra cups down to expose my breasts.
My heart is thumping against my ribs. My eyes are open wide, my lips parted.
Is this what I signed up for? a small voice whispers in the back of my head.
“Touch yourself,” he growls, looking up at me. “Show me how dirty you can be, Kaia.”
He takes my hand and moves it down between us, then puts his hand in his jeans. I can only see a peek of pink flesh and he takes his cock in his fist.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I trail my fingers down to my clit. It’s swollen and needy right now, throbbing with every heartbeat. When I swipe my first two fingers over it, I almost stop breathing.
It feels good, obviously. But am I really supposed to touch myself like this with him right here? I feel his gaze on me as I circle the little nub.
What Calum is doing is far more interesting, in my opinion. He grits his teeth and works his hand up and down his shaft. I lean forward, biting my lip, trying to catch a glimpse.
His cock is enormous, not that it’s any surprise. It pokes out from his jeans, dark pink and veiny, thick and uncircumcised. He catches my wide eyed look and smirks.
“Don’t worry, beauty. When the time comes, you’ll take the whole fucking thing in any hole I want. After I come in your mouth and take your virginity, I’m going to fuck your ass.”
My jaw drops. “Calum!”
He reaches up, grabs me by the hair, and pulls my face down to his. His mouth finds my lips, plundering them mercilessly.
He pulls back for just long enough to whisper against my lips. “I’m going to come, thinking about how fucking tight your little pussy will choke my fucking cock.”
My clit throbs in response, though I’m horrified. He kisses me again, more brutal this time as he jackhammers his hand up and down his cock.
He comes with a roar, sticky white semen splashing from the tip of his cock and getting all over my belly. His tongue penetrates my mouth just after he finishes, moaning as his cock twitches.
Calum releases my hair, dropping his hand and leaning back. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Damn, Kaia.”
My cheeks turn pink. I carefully try to extricate myself, but Calum grabs me by the back of my neck and kisses me for a long moment. His tongue works against mine, making the throb between my legs grow sharper.
Then he turns me loose. “Okay. Get up.”
My face turning red, I scramble off his lap and spot my coat. Grabbing it, I pull it on and tie the belt.
Calum just lies there for another second, tucking his cock back in his jeans. He looks at me, his mouth turning down at the corners.
“Are we done?” I blurt out, hugging myself around my waist.
His brows lower over his eyes. “Do you have somewhere else to be, Kaia?”
God, could this moment be any more mortifying?
“No,” I say with a frown. “Just… if you are done, I have a long ride on the subway to get home. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can get dressed again.”
He rolls his eyes and zips up his fly. “My driver will see you home.”
I glare at him. “I’m fine. I’m just asking if you’re… done.”
He frowns. “It’s not a request. And you can go. But be in the dance studio an hour early. All the really good dancers show up early to practice combinations.”
My brows rise. “Oh?”
He presses a button and the music turns off. “Yes.”
With that, he lumbers by me, headed back toward the door that he first entered through. I don’t quite know what else to say.
But that turns out to be a good thing, because he soon disappears through the doorway, slamming the door closed behind him.
I’m left blinking at the wall where he disappeared, feeling inexplicably let down.
15
Calum
“Ah, there he is now,” Basil says.
I step through the doorway at 7:59, looking around at the dancers at their barres. Kaia is standing at the front of the right barre; she clearly took my advice to heart.
Pursing my lips, I set my water bottle down. I glance at Bas. “Are you going to begin?”
Bas shoots me a glare and then turns around, shaking his head. He raises his arms. “Okay, everyone. Let’s start off in first position…”
As he continues, I prowl around the room. I’m not in a particularly good mood; I started off my morning with a conference call with some bad news about my company’s stock. Now I’m here and still feeling angry.
I channel it into ballet. One of the greatest things about ballet is that you can act out your fear and anger and hatred onstage. Even greater is being a teacher and having the class make mistakes.
And this class makes a lot of mistakes. I correct every single imperfect arch and bow, remind people that their posture is essential, and always push every dancer to their god’s honest limit.
Three more dancers leave in tears. Everybody else is left shaken by the end. I sit down, acting as though I need to fix my pant leg. Everyone is out of the rehearsal space like rats on a sinking ship. Even Basil hightails it out of the room.