He spoke to me the same way he had to K Diamond, his tone somehow calm and ruthless at the same time. And I wanted to protest. I wanted to tell him to go to hell since technically, he’d already paid my debt, and I should be free to go.
But the thing was, I believed him. I believed every word he’d told me about how much possible danger I could be in if K Diamond didn’t buy that this Fae King dude had actually bought me. And I trembled with the realization that I either had to perform his way or K Diamond’s.
“Enough talk,” the cool Fae King said. “Strip or leave.”
Okay, well, I wouldn’t call commanding me to strip or get out nice. But the alternative…I remembered the feel of K Diamond’s hands on my face and ass with a shudder. Then…
I grabbed my shirt by the hem and pulled it over my head, revealing the comfortable sports bikini top I preferred over Victoria’s Secret’s stuff.
His expression didn’t change after I gave in with this one move. He just stepped back and said, “Keep going. You can leave on the panties.”
I was never going to tell anyone this story. I already knew that as soon as I started kicking off my shoes. But even if I was willing to, I doubted I could assign proper labels to all the weird emotions swirling around inside of me as I stripped down in front of a fully clothed man.
It somehow took both forever and way too short of a time. Eventually, I ran out of things to take off. So I just stood there, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as he scanned his eyes up and down my almost naked body.
I figured it was his turn to strip down to, but no. He wordlessly sat down on the quilted vinyl couch and crooked a finger at me. “Lap dance.”
Forget my cheeks. My whole body flushed with mortification. A dizzy feeling spun my mind, and I had to look up at the ceiling for a moment, concerned I might pass out.
But no, I was still the daughter of a drill sergeant. I refused to pass out like some soft, new recruit at boot camp.
Taking a deep breath, I walked forward and straddled my knees on either side of his waist.
He’d appeared so disassociated before, his gaze barely flickering when I revealed my body. So when I settled into his lap, I was surprised to find him shockingly hard underneath his pants. His length dug into the thin layer of cotton covering my sex, and the material immediately indented without even putting up a fight. It allowed him so far into my slit, I let out a little gasp when he pressed into the sensitive bundle of nerves housed within my folds.
My eyes flew up to meet his. Technically, they were brown, the same color as mine, but somehow much, much darker. Almost black. As if their one mission in life was to absorb all the light in the room.
“Put on a good show,” he instructed. “Make Kuang Jr. believe….”
“Believe what?” I asked, somewhat in the daze. I was still having trouble adjusting to how large and there he felt between my legs.
But he held my gaze, his almost black eyes clear and unrelenting as he answered, “That you’re mine now. Not his.”
I hesitated. But only for a moment.
You can’t let the big waves intimidate you—that was one of the first things Bill, my old surf coach, taught me when he took me on as a student. If you see one coming at you, you don’t think about it. That’s how you get taken out. When you see one, you’ve got to paddle right up to it and jump on.
So that was what I did.
HAN
She gasped like a girl in a K-drama when she sat in his lap, somehow surprised to find him hard. Han began to worry that despite her womanly body, she was too naïve to put on such a show. But then she began to undulate, grinding on him with the enthusiasm of a video vixen.
And Han couldn’t say he was unaffected. His cock became a bar of pulsing steel when she settled her weight on top of it, raging to get out, even though this wasn’t by far his first lap dance. No, he didn’t touch prostitutes or strippers, but after decades spent in the VIP sections of nightclubs around the world, he’d found even regular girls carried this particular party trick in their arsenals these days.
He’d never felt anything but faintly amused by the practice. But that was before…before this.
There was something about getting grounded on by this girl in particular. Something that made his stomach tighten with an aching need and dark desire. Something that made him forget this was a show. Just a show.
