Page 68 of Injustice and Absolution

“Do you want me to touch your pussy and make you come?”

This time, I can only look at him. My eyes pleading, answering his question the only way that I’m able to.

“Tit-for-tat, Delilah,” he answers, and I know I’ll have to get on that stage for him before he gives me what I desperately crave.

But as worked up as I am, I don’t know if there is much Iwouldn’tdo for his touch at the moment.

So this time, I take him by the hand. Leading him back onto the floor, I guide him to a chair at the end of the stage. I put pressure on his shoulders, silently telling him to sit before I walk backstage.

For a moment, my mind tries to fight my pleasure. But my body, not giving into such nonsense, blooms with renewed lust for the man I left in the other room. Kicking off my shoes, I walk up the steps and stand center stage, just behind the curtain.

But then I hesitate.

The deafening silence halts any momentum I was gaining to get my ass out on that stage and give Drew what he desperately wants. He rarely asks anything of me, always concerned more for my wants and needs.

Come on, Delilah. You can do this... Just let yourself go.

At that exact moment, I hear the unmistakable opening notes to Bob Seger’s “Come to Poppa” start up over the sound system.

A smile awakens in the middle of my hesitation. Drew’s ability to know everything I’m thinking and when I’m thinking it—even without him being witness to my struggle—continues to astound me.

I take a deep breath, letting his thoughtful gesture propel me forward through the curtains and into the spotlight.

I meet Drew’s eyes immediately and catch his smug grin. He knows he just gave me the cherry on top to get me to do what he wants.

For the next couple of minutes, I use his drive to care for me as the fuel I need to dance my heart out for him. I twirl my body as best I can around the pole. I have no idea what I’m doing, but even my attempts at doing it well please him, if the several adjustments he made of himself in his pants are any indication.

When I finally make it to the end of the stage, I stop and slowly tease my clothing down my body. I sway slightly as I strip, watching as Drew holds his breath. His intense stare tracking my every moment until I’m completely naked for him.

Then I drop down onto all fours and crawl to him like a sex kitten in heat. He leans forward with his elbows on the stage, welcoming my arrival.

I kneel before him, legs spread, and his hungry gaze shoots between them. His eyes glisten just as sure as my core does. I can feel the moisture continue to pool the longer he stares.

Leaning forward, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face into my cleavage. I shimmy my upper body like I see the dancers do for our patrons. Drew’s arms come around me, holding me in place as his lips catch my nipple between them.

As the song ends, the only noise to be heard is the sound of my moans as he sucks my pebbled bud into his mouth. His groan joins the symphony we’re creating with every movement and touch.

With wild eyes and the patience of someone struck with overwhelming hunger, Drew hops up from the chair and strips out of his clothing quicker than I’ve ever seen him move. Then he pushes me backward before jumping onto the stage and covering my body with his.

“Fuck, Delilah...” He crushes his lips to mine as though he’s lost all sense of control.

I wait for him to play my body the way he’s done before. Soft and slowly, with the same precision as a concert pianist.

But this Drew is different from the one I’ve gotten used to up until now. He’s greedy... Impatient and rushed.

I try to remind myself that tonight was about him. His fantasy. He’s been thoroughly attentive to every one of my needs, so I keep quiet even when he pushes into me so roughly it hurts.

“I fucking love you, Delilah. You’re mine,” he barks through another harsh thrust. “And I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to touch what’s mine ever again.”

With a frenzied stare I’ve never seen before, he continues fucking me possessively. Claiming me in exactly the same way I wanted Royce to do not so long ago.

Royce who I’ve hardly dared to think of the past couple weeks but who is the one person I’m yearning for at this moment.

If the way Drew is taking me isn’t enough to spook me, what he says next turns my cooling blood to ice.

“You. Belong. To. Me,”he growls each word in time with every thrust.

With his declaration spoken, he orgasms. Coming inside of me as though to deepen the meaning of his decree.

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