Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Right on cue, Daphne lifts her hands from her sides.
Mercy shifts off Daphne, turns, stands above her. She leans down enough to reach for Daphne's wrist.
Her fingers brush softly.
Then a firm grasp.
She brings Daphne's hand almost all the way to her ribs, and she releases it, inviting her to touch, teasing her.
She's good.
Daphne's hand hovers in the air.
The dancer moves forward, sliding onto Daphne's lap, right into Daphne's hand.
Daphne's palm against the stripper's waist. She keeps it there as the dancer glides around her waist.
The song shifts to the next. Mercy slips off Daphne and turns to me. She doesn't show me the same interest. Not that I blame her.
Daphne is a lot more fun than I am.
That's the truth.
Only, right now, it's a beautiful thing, not a thorn in my side.
Mercy rolls her hips over my pelvis, looking down at me with feigned interest. But my eyes don't go to her.
Through the mirror, I study Daphne. I watch her watch for the entire song.
Then, the dancer shifts back to Daphne. She reaches for the strap of Daphne's dress. "May I?"
Daphne's eyes go to mine.
"No." The stern tone drops into Mercy's voice. "This is not for his approval. It's for you. What do you want, baby? Do you want to show me this gorgeous figure?"
"Yes," Daphne breathes.
"Show me," the dancer orders.
Daphne pushes her straps off her shoulders. Mercy catches one and helps pull the dress over her chest.
"Fucking gorgeous, baby." Mercy turns and straddles Daphne, taking her breasts into both hands, grinding against her lap as she toys with her.
Daphne's eyes go to the mirror.
She watches as the dancer toys with her breasts.
Then her eyes go to me. To the interest in my eyes. The desire. The need.
She doesn't say anything; she just watches me watch. Then she watches in the mirror.
Her hands go to the dancer's waist. Hips. Chest.
She tries it. Tries cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. She's a little awkward at first, but then she finds the spot.
Mercy groans in a show of pleasure, but I can't tell if it's real or fake this time.
I'm too fucking hard.
When the song ends, Mercy shifts off Daphne's lap. "Now, I usually charge for spankings, but since we had a deal…" She looks to me. "Or do you want to do the honors?"
Daphne's breasts rise and fall with her heavy breath. She's still topless.
The dancer too.
She rights her one-piece as she waits. "Your choice, baby."
I want to jump in and demand the right to spank her. A terrible idea. But there's not enough blood in my brain that I care.
Thankfully, Daphne has some hint of wit. "You," she says to the dancer with a strained, breathy voice.
The dancer smiles perfect. She sits on the bench, and she points to her lap. "Right here, baby. Allow me."
Daphne lets the dancer slide her over her knee.
"You want to help with this part?" She winks at me as she taps the edge of Daphne's dress.
Right.
Fuck me.
My fingers skim Daphne's thighs as I brush the hem. Then her ass. The thin white fabric barely covers her curves. Daphne is tall, and the dress is not cut for length.
Slowly, I roll the fabric over her ass.
She's wearing a thong. A skimpy, flesh-colored thing.
It's too easy to imagine her naked.
She's nearly naked.
And, fuck, I want that. I want every inch of her body pressed against every inch of mine.
"Three," Mercy says. "One for each dance. Say red if it's too much. Yellow to slow down. And green to keep going. A stop-light. You got that, baby?" The dancer stays firm and in control. She's done this before. She's done this a million times.
Daphne hasn't. She's lost in the blur of anticipation. She murmurs a yes as she curls her fingers into her palm.
The dancer raises her hand and brings it down on Daphne's ass. A soft spanking to start. "One," she counts.
Daphne grunts at the impact.
The dancer goes again, a tiny bit harder. "Two."
Daphne grunts with pleasure this time.
"Bad girls need punishment." She spanks her again. "Three." She releases Daphne's skin. "I'll let your fiancé decide on the rest." She looks to me you got this.
A Domme recognizing a Dom.
Or the usual dynamic of a couple buying a dance.
I don't know.
Right now, I don't care.
I only care about one thing: satisfying this woman who wants me desperately.
I help Daphne up.
The dancer beams as I slip her a stack of twenties. "We're not supposed to let customers stay here," she says. "But I won't tell if you want to spend a song rewarding his patience." The dancer winks at Daphne and struts back to the main room.
Daphne stays where she is. "Should we do it?"
Fuck yes, I need to touch you.
"Should we play that game the right way?" she asks. "I give you a lap dance and we see who breaks first?"