"Oh," I said breathlessly, every inch of my body on high alert.
"So if you want to do that tonight, just let me know." He grinned and stepped away from me.
I watched in silence as he pulled his credit card out and paid. My legs were trembling and my panties were wet. I could feel my face burning. My mind was racing and all I could think was, What am I doing? What am I doing? If my dad ever found out where I was, he would kill me. And then he'd kill Jaxon. I could barely still believe I was still here. I'd lost my mind. Absolutely lost my mind.
"Ready?" Jaxon interrupted my thoughts and grabbed his bag.
I nodded. "I'm ready," I said and followed him outside of the store. I stared at all the doors before I exited, and he smiled at me.
"Don't worry, Nancy. I'll bring you back soon. We'll go into one of the rooms when I think you're ready."
My stomach flipped at his words, and I tried not to feel excited.
***
The rest of the day seemed to pass quickly. I didn't see the other girls, and Jaxon went over body language signs with me. Lean into him if you're interested, lightly touch his arm, play with your hair, smile coyly, push your br**sts out, show some cleavage, show some leg, walk with an attitude, and swing your hips. He lectured me over and over. I tried not to roll my eyes too many times, but I wasn't sure how I'd be able to do all those things without looking like a fool.
"I'm going to take you to dinner and then we'll go back to my room," he told me at the end of the lesson. "Then you can play out your fantasy."
"It's not—"
"I know. It’s not your fantasy." He cut me off. "Remember what I told you, Nancy. Own your sexuality. Own your desires. It's sexier."
"Whatever." I looked away from him.
"Get ready by seven." He grinned. "I'll come and get you in your room."
"Okay." I nodded slightly.
"Don't be scared. We won't do anything you don't want to do." He reached over and caressed my cheek, touching my lips before he turned away. "I'll see you at seven."
"Okay." I squeaked out. Then I ran to my room and fell to my bed.
My heart was racing and my face was burning. I'd never felt so on edge before. The only problem was that I didn't know how high up my ledge was and I didn't know if I was going to fall. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets as I lay there. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew my life was about to change.
Chapter Five
“Dinner was good. Thanks.” I made small talk as we walked back to his car.
“Glad you enjoyed it. You didn’t eat much.”
“I wasn’t that hungry,” I lied. I didn’t want to tell him that I’d been too busy wondering what was going to happen tonight.
“That’s a shame.” He opened the door for me, and I got in. “I was hoping you’d eat a lot.”
“Why?” I asked him curiously.
“So you’d have energy for tonight.
“What’s going to happen tonight?”
“Whatever you want,” he said softly and then turned on the radio. We drove in silence until we got back to the house. “Go and get your outfit and I’ll wait for you here. Then we can go to my room.”
“Okay.” I nodded and walked up the stairs stiffly.
I walked into the bedroom and quickly changed into the little dress. I stared at myself in the mirror and gasped. The material was completely sheer. I could see every part of my body, and my ni**les were hard and clear as day. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what I should do. I felt uncomfortable going to Jaxon’s room dressed like this.
But then I remembered what he’d said. If I wasn’t even comfortable in my own sexuality, how was I going to get anyone? I didn’t have to be ashamed of anything. So what if I was practically na**d? My goal was to turn him on.
I grabbed my dressing gown and pulled it over my outfit. I’d wait to see the full effect of my outfit on him once I was in his room. I wanted to see the look in his eyes as I pulled the dressing gown off.
I hurried back down the stairs, and he looked up at me with one eyebrow raised.
“Nice outfit.” He smirked, and I sweetly smiled at him.
“Well, you know, I’m going for the grandma-stripper look.”
“I see.” He laughed. “Let’s see what you got, Grandma.”
He grabbed my hand and we walked back up the stairs, heading in the direction opposite from my room. We rounded a corner and then he opened the door. I stepped into his room and gasped. It was huge, with a king-sized bed directly in the middle next to the wall. There were about twenty candles twinkling, and there was a comfortable-looking armchair to the right of the bed.
“Come.” He closed the door, and I watched as he locked it with a key.
“When did you light the candles?” I asked curiously.
“A man never tells his secrets.” He removed his tie and sat on the bed.
I stood in front of him and waited for him to tell me what to do. I stood there for about five minutes before I realized that he wasn’t going to say anything. He was testing me. I knew it instinctively. He wanted to see what I was going to do. I bit my lower lip as I stared at him. He was leaning back in the bed and staring at me with hawk eyes.
“Do you have any music?” I said finally, straightening my shoulders. I’d show him.
“Music?” He cocked his head.
“Angel needs her music.” I gave him my most seductive smile. “I don’t do dances without music.”
“I see.” He smiled slowly. “What music do you want, Angel?”
“Surprise me.” I shook out my hair as I tried to get into the role.
I watched him stand up and walk over to the corner of the room. It was then that I dropped the dressing gown. I watched him open a drawer and press a few buttons, and then I heard John Legend playing through the speakers in his room. He turned around then, about to say something, but he froze. He stared at me for a few seconds with an intense look on his face. His eyes fell from my face and went all the way down my body and back up again. I saw a flash of desire in his expression, and his eyes looked stunned as he looked me back in the eyes again. I waited for him to say something, but all he did was smile and walk back into the bed.
I walked over to him and smiled. “Would you like a dance, sir?”
He looked up at me and nodded, and I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do.
“Then come with me.” I grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and brought him to the chair.
I pushed him down and turned away from him. I was about to start dancing, but my body wouldn’t move. I stood there for a few minutes and tried to think. What’s holding you back, Nancy? Do you want to be here? Do you want to do this? I knew in that moment that I did want to do this.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what I wanted to happen. I could see myself gyrating on his lap. I could feel his hands reaching around to grab my breasts. I’d turn around and face him and he’d reach down and take his br**sts in my mouth. He’d grab my ass, and I’d feel his hardness between my legs.
My eyes popped open and I swallowed hard as I realized that I was incredibly turned on. I started moving my h*ps back and forth and danced to the music, allowing it to let me lose myself. I pretended I was at a nightclub, on the dance floor with friends, just letting go. I moved backwards and lowered myself onto Jaxon’s lap, slowly gyrating on him as I ran my hands through his hair. I could feel his c**k hardening beneath me as I rubbed my ass up and down on his lap.
I leaned back into his chest and rest my head against his neck. I could feel his breath next to my ear. I increased my pace, wanting to make him harder, and I could feel his heart beating as I moved. I waited for him to touch me, but he didn’t. I started to feel frustrated. I wanted him to touch me. I increased my pace and felt his body stiffening, but still, he did nothing.
I jumped up and turned around to face him, lowering myself onto his lap again. I stared into his eyes as I moved to the music, but he was giving nothing away. I pushed my br**sts against his chest as I moved and ran my hands down his shirt, losing myself in the music and moment. My fingers deftly undid his shirt until it was wide open, but still, he didn’t touch me.
I ran my fingernails down his chest and increased my pace. This time, I felt the hardness in his pants directly between my legs and I rubbed myself back and forth on him. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. I needed him to touch me, but he did nothing. Finally, I grabbed his hands, pulled them around me, and placed them on my ass.
“You can touch me, you know,” I whispered to him, and he smiled.
His fingers moved swiftly, and I felt him pull my negligee completely up so that my ass was completely uncovered. His fingers squeezed my ass as I moved, and he pushed me down on his hardness as I moved back and forth. I closed my eyes as his fingers caressed my skin and I moved back and forth on him. I pulled back slightly, lifted my arms up, and pulled the negligee off completely so that I was na**d besides the thong. I saw his eyes narrowed and felt his sharp intake of breath. He hadn’t expected that.
I smiled to myself as I pushed my br**sts against his na**d chest. His hands ran up and down my back, and I groaned as my panties grew heavier and heavier. I reached down, unbuckled his pants, and jumped off his lap. I pulled his pants off and threw them on the ground. He was wearing a pair of white boxers, and I climbed back onto his lap and started dancing again. His c**k felt harder and closer to me. I felt like I was f**king him even though we had material between us stopping that from happening.
I pushed myself up slightly and brushed my br**sts across his face. He lightly licked my nipple as they brushed past his lips. I moaned and moved faster. I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts, wanting to feel him touching me. He obliged and played with my ni**les lightly before pinching them. I increased the pace of my movements and reached down to adjust his c**k between my legs. I was so close to coming. I could feel it. It was then that he pushed me off of him and stood up.
“Uh uh,” he whispered, his eyes narrowing. “You can’t come.”
“What?” I looked at him with lust-filled eyes.
“You’re not doing this for you. You’re playing a role. You’re not Angel. You are Nancy. When I know you can do this as Nancy, then you can come.”
“What?” I groaned as I stood there staring at him. His hardness was bulging in his pants, and I could still remember the feel of it between my legs.
“You need to let go, Nancy. A man wants the real you. Not the illusion of you. Not a character you put on. I need you to be you.”
“What?” I moaned, feeling frustrated.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded me, and I got on it quickly, anxious for a release.
He walked over to the corner again and grabbed something from a drawer. He walked back with a pair of handcuffs and a feather.
“What are you doing?” I stared at him curiously, my heart still racing.
“Lie back.” He kneeled on the bed and pushed me back. He grabbed my wrists and handcuffed each one to the bedpost behind me. He ran his fingers across my br**sts and down to my thong, which he promptly pulled off. “Spread your legs,” he commanded me, and I slowly opened my legs. His gaze darkened as he smiled.
He reached down and I felt his lips pressing against mine. He softly lowered his body onto mine, and I felt his chest crushing my breasts, his c**k nestled between my legs.
“Oh,” I moaned and closed my eyes as he kissed down my neck and moved back and forth gently. I tried to reach out to touch him, but I couldn’t move my arms. His tongue licked a trail along my neck and collarbone, and then he stood back up. “I want to make you mine.” His voice was low and hoarse, and I shivered in the darkness.
I felt the light touch of the feather being guided along my na**d body, and I knew that I needed to become his as well. I wanted to become his. I had to become his. I whimpered slightly as I felt something cold touch my skin.
“I’m going to make you forget your own name.” His voice became louder as he guided the feather farther down.
“Please,” I whispered as I felt what must have been an ice cube grazing my nipple. “Oh.” I trembled as he ran the melting ice cube across my breasts. I could feel the residue of water on my skin.
“Please what, Nancy?”
“Please,” I moaned in high anticipation.
It was then that I felt his warm breath on my br**sts as he eagerly licked up the water, sucking gently on my ni**les as if he were enjoying every last drop of water. I felt the tip of the feather moving between my legs as he teased me. I gasped as his finger accidentally grazed my clit, and I cried out when his finger touched me again. That hadn’t been an accident.
His finger gently rubbed me, and I closed my eyes as I realized that my cl**ax was building up again. Then his finger slowly entered my. I gasped as I felt him inside me. My body started trembling and I felt like I was going to burst, but something inside me was unwilling to let go. His finger left me quickly, and I opened my eyes in dismay, blinking up at him in confusion.
“Why did you stop?” I whispered.
“I’m going to leave you now,” he said.
I heard him step away from me, and I froze. My hands were still handcuffed to the bed and I couldn’t move.
“What do you mean?” I cried out, my whole body aching for him.
“You’re not ready yet.”
“I am,” I whispered, embarrassed to admit it.
“No, no you’re not.” His fingers trailed between my legs again and he played with my wetness. “Your body is ready, but you are not.”