It’s a quick paced dance, a mix of sensual burlesque moves, pausing in provocative positions, and lindy hop, with some good old sexy dancing thrown in. The true beauty of this number is that we dance in unison, some moves even in perfect synchronicity following on from one another, and as the curtains around the table are open, I see the other girls all dancing with me.
I’m not sure the Knights notice though, their eyes glued to my body as I dance in time to the beat. The look in each jewelled orb is positively feral, like wolves that have spotted their next meal, and my heart starts racing from more than just the dancing. We come to the part of the dance that’s floor, or table work, our legs in the air opening and closing in time to the music.
As the number begins to draw to a close, I keep Ash’s eye, unable to look away as I perform the closing moves. I can’t help the smirk that lifts my cherry lips when he reaches down to adjust himself. I’m still pissed that I clearly missed seeing his dick earlier, and the mystery piercing. And I bet Loki won’t tell me later!Jizzfucker!
My chest is heaving when the song finishes, leaving me in a classic pin-up pose; standing with my knees bent, arse out, and hands on my thighs. I vaguely register the applause around us, watching as Ash slowly brings his hands together, keeping eye contact.
Our stare off is interrupted by two of the serving girls bringing over what looks like chocolate fondue. I look back to Ash, registering his devilish smile as they set it down.
“Thank you,” he says to them, and they bow their heads in return.
The curtains that surround us start to whisper closed, encasing us in our own world again. I look over to Loki, seeing a look of delighted puzzlement on his face that probably matches my own.
“What’s going on?” I question, locking eyes with Ash as he reaches over to grab a strawberry.
“Lie down, back on the table, Princess,” he orders, and his hard voice lets me know that I best obey. Of course, my inner brat decides to make an appearance, unable to help herself.
“Why?” I query. His nostrils flare, but a delighted gleam enters his steel eyes. I hear Kai growl behind me, just asTwistedby Two Feet starts to play.
“For that, you don’t get to come until the stroke of midnight,” Ash informs me casually, taking off his jacket.
My gaze is focused on his hands as he achingly, slowly undoes each silver cufflink, setting them on the table. Then, he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms and to his elbows, showcasing his beautifully inked arms, leaving me breathless and my cunt dripping. I swallow hard at the arm porn show he’s giving me, hearing his low chuckle.
“Now. On. Your. Fucking. Back,” he orders, all traces of humour gone, and my gaze snaps up to see his are hard and unblinking, his jet black brows lowered over them, screaming that he’s the hunter and I’m the prey.
Unable to keep standing, even if I wanted to, I sink shakily to my knees, careful to avoid the desert that surrounds me. Sitting back, I finally lie down, looking up at the dark ceiling that resembles the night sky, with glittering crystals and twinkling lights.
Kai’s face comes into view, and I notice that he too is without a jacket, his sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone as well, and his bow tie is missing.
“See,” he whispers seductively as he leans further forward. “You can be a good girl.” He pulls back, bringing his hands up, and I notice that he is holding his undone bow tie in them. “Lift your head up, darling.”
This time I do as ordered straight away. I wouldn’t put it past them to withhold orgasms all night. He wraps the cloth around my eyes, plunging me into darkness, only the slight glitter of light appearing along the edges of my blindfold. My head jerks slightly as he knots it to one side so that the knot isn’t pressing on the back of my head when I lower it back down.
“Arms up, Baby Girl,” I hear Jax rumble, and my head turns towards his low voice, again doing as I’m told without a fuss.
My heart rate picks up, my breathing coming in short pants as I feel my wrists being bound, presumably with his own bow tie. My thighs rub together, desperate to ease the ache that is building in my core, soaking through my thong and shorts.
“Naughty, Lilly,” Loki croons, grabbing my foot, and bringing my leg up, placing a gentle kiss on my inner ankle that sends shivers skittering across my skin. The move effectively stops me from even attempting to ease the throbbing between my legs, and I whimper.
“Oh, Princess,” Ash tsks, and my head turns to look down, but obviously with the blindfold, I can’t see what he’s doing. “You’ve got forty-five minutes until midnight yet,” he chuckles like the cuntmuffin that he is. “Loki, take her shorts off, expose her pretty pink pussy.”
My breath hitches at his words, a flash of nervous anticipation flooding through me. I mean, I know I just gave Loki head, and there aren’t any more dances planned for me to take part in, but someone could interrupt us at any moment. The thought of getting caught has a rush of liquid seeping out of my cunt.
What I assume are Loki’s hands brush the bare skin at my waist, my skin tingling at the touch.
“Lift your hips, Pretty Girl,” he orders once he’s undone the side zip, and I obey.
Slowly, he pulls them down my legs, managing to get them over my heels without taking the shoes off. I swear that boy has as much of a shoe fetish as I do!
He’ll have to take them off to take the tights off...I start to muse but the fucker just has to prove me wrong. With a tearing sound, that I hope the music covers, he rips open the crotch of my fishnets.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I hiss, but it’s too late as I feel the crotch of my knickers rip, Loki snapping the thong.
Before I can curse him out, I hear a growl, then feel a wet tongue lick my damp folds from opening to clit, and my hips buck off the table as a deep moan leaves my lips. The action causes more liquid to seep out of my lower lips, earning another Loki growl.
“She’s fucking soaked,” he groans, and I can feel cool air as he blows on my overheated sex.
“Such a pretty pink pussy,” Ash coos in appreciation. “Now, there’s some melted chocolate up there that I’m sure Kai will enjoy,” he tells me, and a fine tremble begins in my limbs at the idea of the burning hot chocolate dripping on my body. “But I prefer my strawberries with cream, don’t you, Loki?” he asks.