Chapter 18

LEILA

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I free up my leg, a strange sense of accomplishment washing over me, knowing my dancing skills hadn’t gone to waste.

I hadn’t gone to a dance school or anything fancy but I’d definitely picked up a few moves for a strip pole dance during my less glamorous jobs.

I moved my legs, twisting them slowly, deliberately in sync with the sensual rhythm of the music, slow, very slow and sexy, pushing my ass out, feeling the spotlight or whatever this don purplish light that’s definitely on me was.

I looked at him as I pushed forward, almost cat-walking towards where he was still sitting, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

I turned around him, placing my leg on his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt smooth under my heel.

 I twisted and slowly removed it, my gaze never leaving his, then moved towards his back, my fingers trailing lightly down his spine before circling back to his front. I leaned in, rubbing my waist against his crotch, feeling the immediate hardening in his trousers.

I could see him better right now, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. I looked into his eyes, those light grey depths swirling with lust.

 I could tell he was clenching his jaw, swearing against his teeth, the desire in his eyes too hot, and I could feel it too, a strange, unsettling pull within me.

My pussy walls were tightening, a familiar ache spreading through my core, and my nipples were so hard behind the constricting fabric of the emerald corset.

I squatted down to look at him, my hand reaching out to hold his leather belt, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

He tilted his head backward, a silent urging for me to go further, his gaze intense and possessive. And just as I was about to unbuckle it, my fingers brushing against the buckle, he suddenly reached out and held my hand, his grip surprisingly tight. I froze, a familiar fear gripping me, my breath catching in my throat.

He stood up, his tall frame towering over me and freed my hand, his expression unreadable.

Damien nodded allowing me to finish up what I had started.

My finger trembled slightly as I released his trouser, and then slowly and deliberately I brought it down revealing the impressive length of his erection.

My eyes widened involuntarily. This wasn’t possible. How was I supposed to… do this?

“Take it in,” he ordered, his voice low and husky, a hint of impatience lacing his tone.

 It looked so big, so… substantial, that I instinctively reached out with both hands, my palms barely able to encircle its thick length.

I hesitated for a moment, a wave of nausea mixing with a strange curiosity. Then, I lowered my head, placing my tongue tentatively on the smooth, hard tip. My hand instinctively moved to support him, my knees hitting the cool floor for support. The tight corset restricted my movement, making it even more awkward as I tried to take him into my mouth.

My mouth didn’t even cover a little part of what I was staring at.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my body, as he reached down and held my head, his fingers tangling in my hair.

He pushed my head down further, the base of his erection hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and choke on it. My eyes widened in surprise and discomfort.

He pushed my head again, his grip tightening, urging me to go faster this time, and his moans intensified, growing louder, more demanding.

 I continued, the sloppy, wet sounds of my mouth and his heavy breathing filling the dimly lit room. My hand moved up and down his shaft, the slick skin hot under my touch, until I could feel him vibrating, the tension building in his body, signaling he was close to spilling his seed.

He suddenly stopped me, pulling back slightly.

He looked down at me, his dark eyes dark and intense before placing finger on my lips, his touch surprisingly gentle.

He tilted my chin up, holding my jaw firmly, urging me to stand.

The height difference between us was still significant, even with the heels I was wearing.

“Follow me,” he commanded, his voice rough.

He took my arm, leaving me with no option and his grip firm abit painful, and led me to the next room, the room I had left this afternoon.

He urged me to climb onto the bed.

I had been half-expecting him to lead me to the velvet couch in the club-like area, but the softness of the mattress under my bare skin was a welcome surprise.

He drew me close, his hands moving with practiced ease as he removed my heels, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.

 I thought for a moment he was going to reach for one of his “toys,” the various implements of pleasure and pain I had glimpsed earlier, but instead, he climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down on the mattress beside me.

He reached for the zipper of the corset, his fingers fumbling slightly before he managed to pull it down and the emerald fabric fell away, pooling around my waist.

I could see his dick better now, the dim light casting long shadows, making it look even more impressive.

Fuck.

It  sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my body, a primal awareness of its size and power.

He stared down at my breasts, the cool air int the room making my nipple tighten further as I felt bare, exposed, but the heat that was building within me overshadowed any sense of modesty.