Page 84 of Surrender
He held out his hand, and I placed mine in his without thinking, letting him help me from the barstool onto my unsteady legs. Along with a single pole on the largest stage, there was another that sat in the center of the room on the floor, offering more up-close and personal experiences.
As he walked us over to it, I knew exactly what he had in mind.
“You’re not serious,” I said with a light chuckle.
The temperature in the room had dropped since there were now a lot fewer bodies in there, and I was naked. My nipples were hard and almost uncomfortable, begging to be touched, but Nate slipped away suddenly, leaving me beside the pole as he grabbed a wooden chair from a table and placed it a few feet away.
“I told you,” he said, sitting down and taking his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. “If you wanna do it, it’s gonna be a show for just me.”
My heart began to race again, my skin tingling as a new wave of excitement rolled through me.
He was watching me.
Getting himself off at the sight of my body.
Fuck.
The sight electrified me, and for a second, I pressed my thighs together, an attempt to relieve the pressure on my clit as it pulsed with excitement.
“Darcy,” he snapped, and I instantly froze, standing a littlestraighter as I met his gaze. “I know what you’re doing, Tiny Dancer.”
“I—”
“Will get to come soon. Once I get to see you dance,” he promised, the growl in his tone not exactly helping me to hold on. “But if you don’t want to, we can always leave now, and I can make sure you don’t get any relief until I say so.”
My mouth dropped open. “That’s not nice.”
“Maybe not, but you know how good I’ll make it feel.” His eyes dropped to where he was still stroking himself, and I couldn’t help but follow his gaze, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth.
Without even thinking, I reached for the pole. The cool metal felt like heaven against my palm as I slowly circled it, moving my hips, swaying and arching my back so my hair fell down my spine.
He watched me, and I watched him, almost as if we were both giving some kind of show. A challenge, even. Who could give in first? Who got so fucking turned on by the other that they caved?
Only if I caved first, I got nothing.
It would be like torture.
Yet if he caved, we both got what we wanted.
And I wanted it.
Bad.
So I needed to put on a good show.
Every twist and bend was slow and deliberate. There wasn’t any music, but I didn’t need it. I’d spent a lifetime counting steps in my head to a beat. My body moved gracefully, and I made sure to show off the flexibility I’d spent years perfecting.
Everything was slow.
And sexy.
With each move I made, he squeezed himself a little tighter, and his jaw clenched.
“I can help you with that, you know,” I murmured, holding the bar behind me and lifting on my tiptoes. I swung my hips slowly back and forth as I lowered to the floor, sitting forward on my knees with them slightly spread.
“You really want my cock, don’t you?” he asked, finally letting go and holding his hands out wide. It stood on its own, hard and tall. The veins that crawled up the underside were so enticing, I could already feel them on my tongue. “Crawl over here and get it.”
I didn’t wait a beat, already leaning into my hands and creeping slowly across the hardwood floor.
