Private Dancer. Kimberly Dean

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СКАЧАТЬ gaze connected with the man who’d touched her. He looked so boyish. Harmless. His fingers curled towards her, almost begging.

      Power solidified in her chest. Remy had been right. She held the crowd’s attention in the palms of her hands, and they were all attracted to her. They liked what they saw. Her body and the way she used it pleased them.

      It pleased her, too.

      After so many years of rules and chastisement, the feeling was surprisingly freeing. A link or two of the chain that bound her broke and slipped away. Hesitantly, she turned, giving the man her backside again. Her skin prickled when she felt him and others staring. They could see every flex of her muscles, every shiver of her flesh.

      She edged back one step and then another.

      She shuddered when those strong fingers stroked her cheek.

      Oh, this felt good.

      Sinful.

      Her breath went jagged when another hand cupped her right buttock. Cupped her and squeezed. Hard.

      Oh, dear … dear … heavens!

      ‘Baby, you’re like velvet.’

      Her eyes shut tight. Her body was suddenly guided not only by music but by touch.

      More hands braved to reach through the bars. One lone finger traced the line where her bottom met her leg. Another stroked down her spine while a bold, calloused hand reached between her legs and stroked her inner thigh from her knee all the way up to –

      She gasped, and her eyes flew open.

      Her gaze connected this time with Remy’s.

      His dark eyes were steady as always, hot and intent. And mocking?

      The hand on her right buttock squeezed again, making her muscles bunch. He was watching the whole thing, just like she’d imagined.

      Just like she’d fantasised.

      Her breaths went short, and her … her womb pulled tight. She was suddenly so aroused, it hurt. Taking a bigger step back, she put herself fully into these strangers’ hands. Her body vibrated, threatening to spiral out of control.

      ‘Come on, honey. Give it to us. You know you want to.’

      She did. With everything inside her, she did.

      The music poured over her, while countless hands touched her. She watched Remy watching her and her anticipation mounted. She hadn’t known she’d wanted this, needed this. She danced and was rewarded with admiring hands, fingers and dark whispers.

      She gripped the bars of the cage as her hips worked. Not being able to see the men helped her courage, but it made their touches more unsuspected. More shocking. Just when she thought she was getting used to them, a thumb slipped under the band of her thong.

      ‘Oh!’ she gasped.

      It was the masterful hand that still clenched her right butt cheek, the one that had refused to let go. That firm thumb stroked up and down, up and further down … Her butt clenched when it slid between her cheeks, rubbing flesh that had never seen the light of day, much less felt a caress.

      ‘I don’t –’

      ‘You do.’ The voice was gruff behind her.

      She looked over her shoulder and was surprised to find an older man with silver hair at his temples. He was handsome, fit and carried an aura of authority. Somebody’s boss, no doubt. Her gaze shied away. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t look at any of the men touching her. Not yet. But she didn’t move away as she looked to Bas for support. His eyes were hot and curious. He lifted his shoulders. It’s your decision, she could practically read.

      The thumb stroked deeper into her crack, and her body shuddered, all thoughts of dancing gone. Move away. The decision should be easy. Just say no and step forward. The thoughts were just a whisper in her mind. They paled to the roar in her ears.

      ‘Bend over,’ the gruff voice said.

      The silver-haired businessman. She couldn’t get the look of him out of her head. His instructions were simple, but devastating. She couldn’t. She shouldn’t –

      But her body was no longer her own. Her motions were no longer guided by her training. They came from the gut, were driven by nature.

      ‘Bend. Over.’

      And sexual need.

      Another hand spread wide across her spine and pushed her forward. Alicia bent at the hips. The hand on her inner thigh pulled her leg outward and she widened her stance. She gripped the bars in front of her to retain her balance and to try to keep herself together.

      Her fingers turned white when the thumb underneath her thong began wiggling. Her toes curled inside her shoes. She waited for that insidious touch to delve deeper between her legs. She was ready for the stroke, craving it, but she was stunned when instead that thumb flicked.

      Every muscle in her body clenched when the crotch of her tiny panties was pushed aside. Another flick tucked it up in the notch between her vulva and her inner thigh, and she was exposed completely.

      She squeaked in distress. That tiny placket of material hadn’t been much, but she’d relied on it to protect her modesty. Now it was gone. Her private womanly area was bared to all the strangers’ eyes. Her pink flesh. Her dampness. Her curls.

      She wanted to die.

      Behind her, there was a chorus of groans and moans.

      ‘Now that’s a pussy.’

      She went white-hot at the word, but she remained bent over, frozen and trembling.

      The tremble became a shudder when that masterful thumb slid over her, finally touching her. Her back arched hard. ‘Oh, please. I – I can’t –’

      ‘You’re so soft and gorgeous.’

      It was the baby-faced businessman who’d first asked to pet her. A finger glided over her swollen flesh and slipped into a crevice. Her spine stiffened. Was that him?

      More touches came, and her head bowed. How many were back there? How many were touching her? She couldn’t look again, any more than she could control her hips. The movement they were following was natural, guided by need and something more.

      Desperation.

      Oh, stars, she’d never felt like this. Her body was spiralling upwards, clenching tighter and tighter. Her skin felt hot and prickly. Her – her p-pussy was fluttering and so, so achy and wet.

      A moan ripped through her lips when a determined finger circled her sensitive opening. Round and round, it stroked her until her hips were pressing back, the bars biting into her flesh.

      ‘Fuck her,’ someone growled. ‘She wants it bad.’

      The finger penetrated her, going deep.

      ‘Ohhhhhhh,’ СКАЧАТЬ