Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips.
Then she says, “Sit down on the couch.”
I take a seat on the low sofa. It’s the first order I’ve obeyed in a very long time.
I sit back against the cushions, hands beside me, legs slightly spread.
“Can I borrow your phone?” Nessa whispers.
I pass it to her, silently.
She scrolls for a moment, then presses the screen. Music comes out of the speakers—a low, moody, insistent beat. It’s not the usual music I hear my little ballerina playing. This is much darker.
The rain is pounding against the windows. The beat of the raindrops mix with the beat of the music. The light is dim and watery, the shadows distorted by the raindrops.
Nessa looks like she’s underwater. Her skin is paler than ever. She stands in front of me, and she starts to sway to the music.
I’ve watched her dance countless times. But never like this. Never right in front of me. Never directed at me. Her eyes are fixed on mine. Her body sways sinuously.
The very first time I saw her at the club, she danced a little bit like this.
That was a peek through a keyhole. Now the door is wide open.
I’m seeing Nessa unleashed. Nessa when no one is watching her. No one but me.
She’s rolling and swaying, her hips moving as I’ve never seen before, her eyes locked on mine. She bends all the way down to the ground, then slides her hands up one long leg, pulling up the skirt of her nightgown to show her smooth, creamy thigh.
Then she spins around the other way, so that when she bends over, I can see the curve of her ass cheek beneath the hem of the nightie.
She’s teasing me. She knows that my eyes are glued to her body, and that her every movement is sending jolts through my body, making my cock stiffen and swell until I have to shift in place, trying to find relief.
She turns around again to face me, and without breaking eye contact, she grabs the hem of her nightgown and slowly lifts it over her head, revealing her narrow hips, impossibly slim waist, and then her small, round breasts. She wads up the thin cotton nightie and tosses it to the side.
She’s naked now, except for her panties.
It’s my first full view of her breasts. I’ve seen them through soaked material, but never completely bare. They’re hardly big enough to fill my hands, but they’re fucking gorgeous. I’ve never seen such perky little tits. They look sculpted out of marble, if marble could be soft and mobile and sensitive.
There’s just enough flesh that her breasts bounce and move along with the rest of her body, as if every ounce of her is calling to me, enticing me, begging to be touched.
I’ve never seen a body like hers. No excess, just a perfect, lean frame that’s been trained and sculpted to its purpose. She’s strong. She’s graceful. And she’s the sexiest fucking thing imaginable.
The music is pounding, and so is the rain.
The lyrics are drilling into my head.
Guess I'm contagious, it'd be safest if you ran
Fuck that's what they all just end up doing in the end
Take my car and paint it black
Take my arm, break it in half
Say something, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room
* * *
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
Nessa spins around and drops, then she crawls across the floor toward me, like a panther hunting its prey. I’m supposed to be the hunter. But I’m fixed in place, mesmerized by her green eyes looking up at me.
She crawls up my legs, her hands sliding up my thighs. I know she can see my cock straining against the crotch of my pants. When she turns around and grinds her body against mine, I know she can feel it, digging into her ass.
My cock is leaking cum. It’s dying to get free, to feel that butter-soft skin instead of the constricting material of my pants.
Nessa straddles my lap, gyrating her ass against my crotch. Her arms link around my neck, those beautiful breasts just millimeters from my face. God, I want to close my mouth around those stiff little nipples.
But I’m waiting. I want to see what Nessa will do, all on her own, without my interference.
It takes every bit of my willpower. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My cock is raging to be set free, to sink deep inside her tight little body. I don’t just want it. I need it. I’ll fucking explode without it.
I’ve never seen a woman move like this, and I own a fucking strip club. Nessa is as innocent as they come. I kissed her once—I know how fumbling and inexperienced she was.
But she knows how to dance. And, I’m learning, she knows how to be sensual. She has that sexual drive buried deep inside her. She just never let it out before.
She’s grinding against me, rubbing those soft little breasts and that aching pussy against me. Begging me to touch her back, to respond in kind. Her lashes are heavy with lust, her face is flushed, her lips parted.
She slides down my body once more, kneeling between my legs. Her fingers fumble at the button of my pants.
She opens my trousers, setting my cock free. It springs up to meet her, thick and fully hard, one of the only places on my body where the skin is pure, unmarked by tattoos.
She gives a little gasp of surprise. I’m almost certain that what I guessed is true—Nessa is a virgin. She’s never even seen a cock before, let alone touched one.
Hesitantly, she puts out her hand and closes it around my cock. It fills her hand. When she squeezes the shaft, her fingers don’t meet around it.
She looks up at me once more, nervous and wide-eyed.
Those pale pink lips part. Her open mouth is about to close around my cock.
Until I stop her.
I gently push her away, tucking my cock back inside my pants.
I want Nessa to suck my cock. Fucking hell, I want it so bad.
But not like this. Not by coercion.
I don’t want her to do it because she’s scared, because she’s trying to convince me not to hurt her brother.
I want her to do it because she craves me as badly as I want her.
That’s not going to happen.
She’s my prisoner, and I’m the monster keeping her here.
I have to lock her back in her room before I lose my last shred of self-control.
20
Nessa
I’m lying in my bed in the dark.
My heart is racing like I’m on a treadmill.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Why did he bring me back here?
I know Mikolaj wants me. I could see it on his face.
He was feeling what I was feeling. The same desperation, the same lust. The same wildness telling me to ignore all rational thought, to take what I wanted and damn the consequences.
I wanted HIM.
I know it’s insane. I know he’s my enemy, and that he wants to destroy everything I love.
But my body and my brain are two separate entities.
I’ve never even had a boyfriend! I had crushes, boys I thought were cute. It was almost a game—something I liked to imagine, without taking any action.
I never really wanted to be kissed, not badly enough to make it happen. There was nothing special about any of those boys. Nothing made them stand out. They were interchangeable in my fantasies.