Brief Pleasure

Anais fights to answer him.

“My innocence is already tainted, Sir, and I don’t believe you are a threat, Sir. Can I call you, Sir? I don’t know your name, and I would like to address you in some way.” Her body relaxes more as she dances, his hand slowly sliding further down her back, settling on her arse. She ignores him and continues dancing.

“Let’s just stick to Sir, shall we?” He pulls her closer, her body against his and she can feel her heart fluttering away. She could have sworn at any minute it would fly out of her chest.

“Mmm, you seem a little heated up, Kitten.” The words sent shivers down her spine, and she can’t deny it. Something about him makes her want him. Yet, at the same time, she can sense the danger of him. She ignores his question and keeps dancing, hoping her heart slows down and doesn’t give away her feelings.

They continue dancing, the song finishing and Melinda turns to walk away, his hands stopping her once again. She looks at him, unsure if she can continue dancing with him. He seems to keep pulling her body closer to him. She can feel his shaft under his trousers, the air escaping her mouth as she realises, she was holding her breath.

“Sit with me? I will clear it up with the manager; I would love to get to know you more, Melinda, just talking nothing else. Will you indulge me for a short time?” She looks at him and nods; his hand removes from her back. Anais watches as he walks off through the crowds, the women’s heads turning in his direction, admiration on their faces.

Standing, she watches as he speaks to her manager. Clearly, he is okay with it as he nods and smiles, the man walks back, and she just knows that this is a warning and she should run, yet she can’t. He reaches her and smiles, holding out his hand.

“This way.” She walks forward as he guides her through the crowds leaving the room behind. Looking back, she realises she is getting further away from people. Why does he want to talk so far away from people? He leads her into a small room, the lighting low, with sofas, and tables around the room. She walks in and sits down. He sits next to her, the masks staying on their faces.

“So, why do you believe your innocence is already tainted?” He moves closer, his hand resting on her knee, and she smiles, wanting to push him away, yet inside she is screaming and hoping his hand slides up further.

“Innocence is not something I acquire Sir; life was not easy. I had to do a lot of bad things along the way. My innocence is not tainted. It is virtually gone.” He smiles at her, and she catches a glimpse of his teeth, something inside her sending shivers down her spine at the sight.

“I am guessing I am breaking the rules here. How many rules would I be breaking if my hand happened to slide up a little more, very slowly, Kitten?” Anais looks at him. What is his fascination with Kitten? Whatever it is, she loves it and doesn’t want him to stop.

“Well,” Anais’s hand slides down to his, slowly pulling it up further, not all the way leaving him room to decide the next move.

“That is for you to find out, but as I said. I am not innocent, so I won’t be the one to tell Sir.” She wants to shake her head. This isn’t her. She is innocent, and she is lying, yet she is doing it so well that he believes her.

“Mmm, I guess I could try to find out, Kitten.” His hand slides further up her leg, a moan escaping her lips as his fingers settle between her thighs. The lace of her thong is her only protection from his finger, and it’s already wet from her juices. His hand moves, slipping inside the thong, his hand worshipping her core, the wetness gathering on his fingers.

“Already so wet, and why would that be Kitten?” His question stays unanswered as she moves slowly, her body sitting on his, her back against his chest. Her hips are beginning to move as she dances on him. A snicker escaped his lips, his hand grabbing her hips and holding her still.

“I believe Kitten has lost all her innocence. Maybe that will be a good thing?” Anais keeps trying to dance around him, his hand still worshipping her. She feels herself slipping straight to the edge, her moans growing. His mouth kissing her neck. She can feel his teeth gently digging in and tries pushing her neck closer to his teeth, so the bite is harder. His hand moves faster, her moans growing as his bite gets harder.

Why is the bite making her intoxicated by him? She moans, her head falling back as the room goes black for a second, her heart pounding as she comes around his fingers. He moves them, his mouth kissing down her neck.

“I think you would make a perfect Kitten for me, that is, if you agree?” Anais moves, trying to sort herself out so she doesn’t look like such a hot mess.

“I don’t even know you, and you don’t know me, Sir. My name is not even Melinda. That is just a stage name.” He nods and chuckles.

“Oh, I know, Kitten, you would have so many more stage names, let’s say if you agree, one being Kitten. Why don’t we remove the masks? Together and then we can tell each other our names?” Anais looks at him and nods. They both reach up, unfastening the masks, slowly lowering them, and then stopping. They both freeze, unsure of what to do now.