5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) (4 page)

“If you’re finished,” his mouth lifted in a smirk like he knew that the package was enticing and I blushed.

I stood up, my knees trembling as I walked over to him.  “So how do you want to do this?” 

“Well lose the shirt, for now the pants can stay.  You need to get comfortable in your own skin.”

Sure, why not just throw off the shirt
, I thought nervously.  It was just a sports bra kind of top, and I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside.  Like that didn’t take more guts than I had.

“Those tits are going to make you a killing.”  Walking over behind me, his hands cupped my breasts, and I gasped.  Tensing, I couldn’t believe he just did that!

“Relax.  The first thing you want to remember before you go on stage, is to make sure those nipples are hard.”  He pinched the peaks in his fingers, and I gasped.  “The customers want to think you’re turned on by showing them off.”

My breath caught in my throat.  I wasn’t sure if I was turned on or ready to run for the door, but my body responded.  I felt a strange sensation move from my breasts down lower and moaned.

“Damn baby, all that repressed sexuality!  You are going to make all the guys sport a woody.”  His hands released my breasts and I almost whimpered in need.

I should have been embarrassed by how easily my body came alive. But I couldn’t think that far.  When he put those large hands around my waist, grinding against me, while moving my hips in a circular motion, I couldn’t think at all!

“You’re too stiff!” He growled the words in my ear.  I wondered if he knew that no one had touched me like that before and considered how he would have reacted in this situation.  Instead of arguing I attempted to relax.

“Watch us in the mirror.”  His rough voice was demanding as he continued to move me the way he wanted.  It was unbelievably hot seeing his hands on my body in the mirrors that covered the entire wall. 

“I’d tell you to pretend we’re fucking, but I guess that would be a stretch for you.”

My head lowered as my cheeks burned.  That wasn’t the right thing to do because one of his hands roughly grabbed my chin and lifted it.  He didn’t stop the motion with his body or other hand.

“Those sexy eyes need to be focused on that mirror.  Don’t fucking lower them again!”

Biting my lip, I nodded, and allowed him to maneuver me like a puppet. My heart was racing, and a feeling of excitement flooded through my veins.  Allowing my head to fall back against his massive chest, I moaned.

I felt his length harden against my back, and that did nothing to stop the sensations I was feeling from our contact.  My eyes did move back to the mirror and widen.  I was shocked that the contact was turning him on.

His large hand splayed over my abdomen and his erection ground into me, never once losing the rhythm of the move he was directing.  “Don’t look surprised.  It’s a cock, it gets excited rubbing against a pretty ass.”

The way he spoke the words told me it meant nothing to him, and I tried to pretend I wasn’t affected. 
Did he just say I had a pretty butt? 
My ego did a somersault.

“When you’re dancing alone, I want you to imagine we’re doing this movement.  It’s all about the fantasy of having you in their bed.  When you make them believe it’s just them you’re dancing for, that’s when the money flows.”

Since I’d never danced with another man that way, it wouldn’t be hard to imagine it was him.  He lifted my arm and placed my hand on my head.  While doing that he managed to never miss a move with his hips.

“This shows off those gorgeous tits.  Run your hand through those long curls, and bring your hand across your face.  Keep it slow and measured.”

I was lost in the world of Sin.  I didn’t think I just followed his orders.

“Good!  Bring your fingers across your lips, and part your mouth.  You want to make it look like you’re about to lick them.”

I felt like a voyeur as I followed his moves.  I was shocked that it turned me on to follow his directions.

“Now slowly move your hands up under your tits. You want to lift them, play with them a little.  Keep those nipples hard. If you need to pinch them, do it!”

My heart was pounding against my chest wall so hard it was almost painful as I followed his instruction.  My breasts felt heavy, and the nipples were stiff.  God it felt sinful to be touching myself in front of him this way!

“Damn that’s sexy.  Now part your legs and let your hand cup your pussy.”

I faltered at his words, and messed up the tempo he was trying to keep with my hips. 

“Fuck Anya, don’t look so shocked!  You’re selling sex here, and if you can’t do it, then this is a waste of time!”

I couldn’t help it.  My eyes filled with tears.  I didn’t want to disappoint Sin.  That thought made no sense to me, but it was still the truth.  “I’m sorry.”

He pushed away from me and ran a hand through his tangled thick hair.  “Shit.  Maybe we need to start with something else.”

He paced the floor with long strides, then turned back to me.  “Goddamn it Anya, if you fucking cry I’m booting your ass right out of my house.”

I couldn’t help that I was emotional and his words weren’t helping at all.  “I need to use your bathroom.”  I didn’t doubt for a minute he would keep his word, and I didn’t want to test the theory.

He grabbed my hand and roughly dragged me out of the studio.  Stopping in front of door, he opened it.  “Get your shit together, then meet me back in the studio.  Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

He didn’t give me time to answer, he just stormed off.

I shut the bathroom door behind me, and walked over to the sink. 
What was wrong with me
?  Fighting back tears, and this indescribable sensation in my body, I just stared at my reflection.  

I took several deep breaths, and splashed some water on my face.    Call me stupid, but it finally hit me that our dance had turned me on.  Those emotions were something I’d repressed all my life.

chapter five

Innocence

This shit felt wrong.  Her baby blues filling with tears shot a pang of feeling into my gut that I sure as fuck didn’t need.  The women in my life had been money grubbing little whores, and it was hard to deal with a woman I couldn’t put in that slot.  Anya needed money, but I knew she wasn’t the type of person to fuck me over to get it.  That made her dangerous in my mind.

I should just send her little sexy ass right out the door. 
The thought of her being broke didn’t sit right on my conscious.  Yeah I have a conscious.  I just choose not to share that shit with most people.  Being a male stripper gave me a cold heart when it came to women.  I’d been used for my looks more times that I cared to remember.  There was no ego about me, I knew I came wrapped up nicely.  Looks just didn’t matter a fuck to me. 

Anya reminded me of a time when I was a nicer guy.  It pissed me off in some ways because I didn’t want to be that vulnerable again.  Part of me thought about ripping that shit right out of her before she got hurt too.  Nice people never fucking finished first, they usually got shit on until they grew some balls.

She looked like she lost her best friend as she walked back into the studio.  Yeah, it made me feel like a fucking prick.  When she walked that sexy little ass right up to me and put her hands on my chest, I felt singed.  It had been too long since I let someone put their hands on me.  I preferred taking my woman from behind and usually with them bent over a bed, or a table, calling me daddy or sir.

I’m a sick fuck when it comes to sex.  Get in, get off, and get out.  I have needs, but sugar coating shit to get to the action, just not my game.  Her little hands on me, and those damn sexy ass eyes, had me wanting to rethink the game.

“I’m sorry I freaked out.  I can do this.”

Fuck if that sweet little voice didn’t get my cock standing at attention.  I wanted to punish her for making me want something different.  “You sure about that?  ‘Because I got plenty of shit I can spend my time on if you’ve changed your mind.”

She nodded that sweet little head full of curls, and my balls tightened.  I turned her around and pulled her roughly back against my throbbing cock.  Damn it felt good to rub over that sweet little ass.  “Cup your tits again, and pinch your nipples.  Then move down and stroke that hot little pussy.” 

I wanted to shock her. What I really wanted was to have her grab the pole in the center of the room and thrust into what I knew would be the tightest little pussy I’d had before.  That blush on her cheeks made me want to drop my load.  Fuck, I never thought innocence could be that damn sexy.

She followed my commands, using barely any pressure on her nipples.  “Baby, you need to pinch those nips hard.  When you’re on stage, you don’t have a lot of time to ready yourself for your audience.”

The soft gasp that fell from those full lips as she pinched, went straight to my groin.  “Now that’s how you get them ready baby.”  I watched her hand slide across her flat abdomen and almost growled as she found the way to her covered pussy.  I imagined her pants off, and my fingers plunging into that wet heat.  When she stopped again I wanted to groan.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here Sin.”

What she was doing was giving me blue balls, I thought to myself.  “Pretend I’m not in the room and you’re trying to get yourself off.”

The look of confusion that flittered across her baby doll face didn’t register.  “Come on Anya, you know how to get yourself horny.”

Her cheeks flushed, and damn if that wasn’t hot.  Her words shocked me to my core. “I don’t get myself off.”

That softly whispered confession shocked me. “What?  Fucking never?” 

When she shook her head no, I knew we had a lot of shit to fix before she was even ready to train with me.  “That’s changing now.  Slid off those pants.”

“Huh?”

The look that she gave was almost comical.  I wasn’t in the mood for comedy.  “Take it all off, I’m going to show you what needs to be learned.”

If she had stalled I might have had the balls to let her walk out of the room.  She didn’t.  She slowly pulled off the skin tight workout pants, and was wearing nothing else.  That was too fucking hot.

Grabbing her hand I led her out of the studio, and pulled her back to my bedroom.  The lessons she needed to learn weren’t taking place on the cold wooden floor of the studio.  “Climb your ass into the middle.” 

My bed was a huge king-sized one.  And she looked hot as hell as she followed my orders.  Sitting there trembling like a virgin sacrifice, I guess I should have felt guilty.  I didn’t.

I joined her on the bed and pushed her back to lay down.  Grabbing one of her legs I pulled them apart.  “Now take those fingers and rub your clit.”

She was biting her lip even as her hand slid between her legs.  I could tell she wanted to shut them, but she had other needs that needed to be fulfilled.  What the hell was a girl this sexy doing not pleasing herself?

I admit I enjoyed watching her attempts at self-pleasure.  Hell what red-blooded man didn’t enjoy watching a girl finger herself?  She didn’t seem to be enjoying the experience much.

“At least try and enjoy it.”  I chuckled at her expression.  I guess fingering herself in front of me probably wasn’t the most comfortable way of learning. 

The frustration in that angelic fucking face really did something to me, and I moved off the bed.  “Keep those fingers working, I’ll be right back.

It was time she became acquainted with the pleasures of toys.  I had a small bullet vibrator unopened in my chest.  There were some other toys in there but those weren’t for someone like her.  Opening the package, I filled it with batteries and brought it back to the bed.

Her hand stopped moving as she eyed me with fear.  The thing wasn’t big, only a few inches long.  I chuckled.  “It’s not going to fucking bite you.” Turning it on, the soft hum filled the room.  “Use it on your clit,” I held it out and watched her nervously take it.

The first touch of my little toy on her clit had her gasping.  After a few seconds the blush left her cheeks and she bit down hard on her lip.  My cock jumped at the action.  I knew it was turning her on.  “Don’t stop until you come.”

She closed her eyes, and really began rubbing it over her clit.  I could tell how close she was and almost growled in anticipation.  Hell, I wanted her to get off probably as much as she needed to.  “That’s it baby, you cum hard!”

Her soft cry of pleasure resonated in my mind so loud, she might as well have screamed.  Anya coming undone was one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever witnessed.  Fuck I wanted to taste that sweetness between her thighs!

Moving away, I knew if I didn’t do something about my own needs, I was going break my own rules.  Pulling down my shorts, I grabbed my cock and began pumping.  Her eyes glued to my best friend made me almost spill it then.

I stroked my cock and looked into those fucking gorgeous eyes, and fuck yeah I was thinking about having those sexy lips wrapped around the head.  She never looked away and when I came, it was one of the most intense loads I’d shot in a long time. 

I wanted to climb up in the bed and enjoy the relief, but I had things to do.  “Now you know how to work that pussy, let’s get back to training.”

The blush was back on her cheeks and I couldn’t stop the smirk.  “Keep the toy baby, you can practice with it when you’re alone.”  I walked into the bathroom to clean off.

“Clean up quick I want to work that ass a little more before I let you go home.’

I watched her pick up her discarded pants and run into the bathroom, shutting the door.  It didn’t take a genius to get that she was embarrassed.  Not my problem, I told myself.  She wanted to play in my world she needed to grow some thicker skin.

She walked out five minutes later, not looking me in the eye.  I grabbed the little discarded toy, and went back into the bathroom.  Using some cleanser, I washed it and put it back in the box.  Handing it over to her I smirked. “Let’s go.”  I walked back to the studio, knowing she’d follow.

She slid the little toy into her purse and I thought about her using it at home later.  We didn’t talk as I worked her through the beginner steps again.  I didn’t need her to speak.  She got the moves down I wanted, and that was good enough for me.  I wanted to fuck her, there was no getting around the fact.  We don’t always get what we want.

After an hour of going through the basics, I decided it was time to end for the night. 
“You did well.  Be back here after work tomorrow.” 

“Thanks.”

I could see she wanted out of here.  I didn’t know what was going through that pretty little brain of hers.  She’d kept her eyes on the mirror as we practiced, but now that we were done, she wasn’t looking at me again. 

This was how it needed to be.  I didn’t want or need a little innocent in my life.  She sure as fuck didn’t need someone like me in hers.  “I’ll walk you out.”

She nodded and I wanted to kick my own ass.  What the hell was I doing?  I acted like some pussy walking her to the front door.  Fuck that shit, I should have let her find her own way out.  Didn’t stop my ass from leading her to the door and waiting until she climbed into the car.  I even watched her drive off.  Fuck I was pathetic.

chapter six

Doubt

I made it back to the dorms in a daze.  My head filled with what happened tonight.  I’d just had my first orgasm and Sin watched.  There weren’t words for what that made me feel.  I knew he didn’t care for me as a person, and I guess I felt dirty?  Maybe dirty wasn’t the right word.  Naughty?

I wanted his fingers touching me.  I imagined what it would feel like if he’d plunged those thick digits inside of me.  Feeling ashamed of myself I walked back to the shower.  I waved at my roommates as I went by.  I couldn’t talk to them yet, I needed to clean up. The rag I’d used at Sin’s still left me feeling a little sticky.  Maybe it was just mental.

I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower.  Scrubbing until my skin felt raw, I still didn’t feel clean.  Why was I such a prude?  So what, I’d touched myself? It wasn’t like it was a crime to feel pleasure.  Mentally arguing with myself, I dried off quickly and slid on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top.  I pulled the box out of my purse that Sin gave me and tossed it on the chest of drawers.  So what if I now had my own personal sex toy? Groaning, I looked at the box in disgust.

I didn’t have much time to be a kid growing up the way I did.  Sexual gratification was the last thing on my mind in my adolescent years.  My mom had raised me and my baby brother on her own after my dad died. 

She struggled to make ends meet.  I’d done random babysitting jobs until I turned sixteen.  Then I’d taken a part time job to help pay rent.  Dad never had a lot of money, and there’d been no insurance when he died.  He was a healthy man.  I can only assume neither him nor my mom thought a tragic car accident would claim him.

Burke was only twelve now and I knew mom was still struggling to pay bills.  Going to college hadn’t been an idea I’d even considered.  It was mom that demanded I go out and better myself.  She told me there was no way she’d allow me to end up like her. 

I thought she was the best mother in the world.  Her lack of money didn’t make her a bad parent.  She’d always done whatever she could to make sure we had a decent meal and a roof over our heads.  It killed me when I left for college.  The only reason I’d given in was; one, I couldn’t disrespect her wishes, and two I hoped to help ease her load when I finished school.

I wasn’t going to tell her about this dancing thing.  I knew my mom, she wouldn’t judge me, but she would worry.  My head was just all confused.  I wanted to call
her up and talk about my feelings, but I didn’t want to add more to her plate.  I tried to do everything I could for myself because I knew she’d kill herself trying to help me out.

This wasn’t helping.  I made my way out to the living area of our dorm and plopped down on the couch.  I needed to stop thinking and just relax for a while.  “I’m craving pizza.   You guys want to go in halves?”

“I’m game.” Kimberly was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of noodles.  She stood up and walked them over to the counter.  “I eat any more of this crap and I’m puking.”

Grinning, I knew just how she felt.  Since I started at Sin’s I never bought Vienna Sausages or noodles any more.

“I’m strapped until the end of the month, sorry guys.” Lana shrugged apologetically. I knew she was counting pennies just like I’d been.

“I’ll cover your part.”  She needed some calorie rich food.  I could tell she’d lost a few pounds and she didn’t need the weight loss.

“You must be making killer tips at the club?”

I nodded.  Lana was about the furthest from judgmental, so I didn’t mind sharing.  She was dealing with her own issues of recently coming out.  “Yeah, and the owner let me borrow a car until I get mine fixed.”

“No way!  Are you sleeping with him?” Kimberley turned to me, her expressive brown eyes wide.

“Nah, he’s just being nice because I’m going to start dancing.”  Sin and nice.  Those two words didn’t seem to go together.  I couldn’t help it I busted out laughing.