Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
And doing it myself, being in this position…it’s…empowering. Just as I guessed it would be. Feeling him stare at my body intimately, as though he owns it…maybe he already does.
It's weird to be back in this place. While I'm proud of my past, that's just how I want it to be: in the past.
I'm in the present now, getting geared up for my future. If it ever gets out that I worked here, it might hurt my career. And Adam dragging me back here and flaunting me in front of everyone only further endangers that.
What could his motive possibly be?
I'd rather have gone to dinner and go clubbing. Not this. Dancing here in front of him feels too intimate for where we are in our relationship.
He has all the power over me, even though I'm the one moving. I can tell what he wants, just from a simple look.
And everything he does is justified.
Everything he requires of me is something I want to do. That's what has me the most anxious.
I slowly move to the music right in front of Adam. There's a girl behind me, dancing on a pole on the other side of the two-way mirror. She's got nothing on me, but it makes for a sexy background.
I've worn the perfect attire because my T-shirt dress is not hard to take off. I pull it over my head and let it fall easily to the floor.
All the while I stare at him. I hold his gaze and he holds mine.
"Your body is fucking fantastic," he says, shaking his head a little.
He's taking in my petite frame that's stacked with curves. Despite being small, I have really long legs and perfect tits.
And he's about to see those now, as I start to unhook my bra. He's looking at me with a hungry expression. I swing my hips and hesitantly let the bra dangle from one arm.
I’m feeling confidence and power well up within me. That it’s the first time anyone has seen me dance, and that it’s Adam...it’s a huge turn on.
"Come here, baby," he says hoarsely. "I want a lap dance."
I do as he orders and happily straddle him. My lace panties leave little to the imagination, but they add to the allure. I keep my red heels on, and I know for him that's got to be exciting.
The song changes, and I grind on him a little harder. I can feel his massive cock throbbing beneath his pants, and it's all I can do not to drop to my knees and to just start sucking.
I'm teasing him, and I can tell he's about to lose control.
"Goddamn, Nicole, you make me wonder who's really in control here."
I swallow a chuckle. I'm happy that I've made him feel this way. He's so used to being in charge and to getting exactly what he wants.
I'm happy to be someone that might be hard to contain.
I grind down on his cock, so that I can feel it against the pull of his pants. I sway my hips, and it feels so good—like I could come just by dancing on him.
He takes one of my tits in his hand and starts massaging. I watch as his lips move towards the other one, and soon he's sucking and biting and twisting my nipple.
This isn’t what’s supposed to happen in a lap dance. Normally, I’d have my boundaries set pretty strong, but with Adam…I'm not in control.
He comes up for air, grabs me by the hair, and pulls me to him so that his lips are against my ear.
"I know you struggle, baby," he whispers. "I know you struggle with submission. It's hard for you to let go."
It's as if he's read my mind. I do struggle to let go. I struggle to let anyone in.
I like to have control over my life and my surroundings—and what he and Chase and Cameron are asking of me may be too hard.
"If you would just let go and submit,” he continues, “then you will feel more powerful than you can ever imagine."
I continue to dance, but I feel offended. How can he think I'm afraid of him? I am strong.
I've gone through this life almost entirely on my own. I can stand on my own two feet. I don't need him or any other guy to tell me what to do.
He senses my frustration and I have to voice it, "I'm not afraid of anything."
He says nothing more on the subject, but he takes control of the situation. He goes back to teasing me and fondling me. He pushes me down on the red faux leather bench and forces my panties off.
"You're afraid to lose control Nicole, but I'm not."
He kisses me passionately and aggressively. It's too much and not enough all at once. I want to submit to him, I think, but I don't know how. Luckily for me, he's there to guide me.