I stare at him until his face starts to harden.
Then, my ass smarting in that delicious way I don’t want to acknowledge and with more liquid heat seeping between my legs, I hurry to the middle of the room.
He strides to the seat and picks up a remote.
A moment later, orchestral music flows through hidden speakers.
I haven’t danced in front of an audience or anyone outside my class in a long time. Not since the series of debilitating stage fright issues killed any dreams of ever becoming a professional ballet dancer. Issues my parents tried to cure by hiring a therapist when I was ten years old.
The thought of dancing for Jared mildly terrifies me. But then I remember he knows all about my dancing, that he’s probably been watching my dance school too. It would make sense if he’s spying on me.
I shut my thoughts off before they can cause more damage and practice the breathing lessons my therapist taught me.
That and the familiar music center me. Enough to extend my limbs into shapes and positions I know like the back of my hand.
A fizz of joy ignites through me when I glide across the polished floor.
I start with anadage, letting the music fuse into my bones as I move slowly and delicately, that ethereal feeling of being as light as air building my joy. Then I toss in a series of pirouettes and light jumps.
Jared watches my every move, his lips parted as he pants lightly. I remember his command as the music gets livelier.
Nerves tumble through me as I execute the firstarabesquein front of him.
I hear him snatch in a breath and my face flames because despite two thin layers of cotton covering me, I feel his eyes righttherebetween my legs. Feel how slick I am already and my nipples harden further. I hold the position for twenty seconds, then continue dancing.
A fewchaînéI know look good because Mrs. Olsteen made me practice a thousand times before granting me the coveted nod of approval last week, and I connect to anotherarabesque.
I realize I’ve moved closer to Jared when his aftershave fills my nostrils. I breathe him in because the man smells amazing. I’m still holding the pose when he moves.
I can’t help myself. I turn my head and see him lowering his fly.
That wild and feral look is back as I watch him pull out his huge, erect cock. Utterly without shame, he meets my eyes as he strokes himself. A whimper leaves my throat before I can stop it.
This is the first time I’ve seen a real-life male member. I’m both utterly terrified and huge fascinated. I stare at it until a single drop of liquid pools at the top.
“I didn’t ask you to stop, little girl. More. Need more. Give me more!” he roars.