Prove It To Me

(WARNING! 21+ Mature Content)

"Did you miss me that much, little mouse? Then prove it. Show me how much you want me."

He walked slowly to the nearest white elegant wingback armchair, taking his time. He sat there with two legs planted on the carpeted floor with knees slightly apart, exuded power.

"You can start now." He told her, his gaze raking over her body.

Clara lifted one eyebrow in confusion, "How? W-What I had to do? My words not enough to you?"

"Hmm. Maybe you could entertain me like you usually did to keep the men coming to the club." He mused.

"Wrong choice of words, Xander."

"Then I'd better get going. Maybe I'll find some other woman to keep me entertained." He threatened back.

Biting her lips, unwilling to let him disappeared from her face so fast, she took a step towards him, then two. With six small steps she was in front of him.

Her left thigh bumped his right knee slightly, tingling every nervous system in her body. Clara reached out a hand to touch his cheek, then halted in the air, an inch from his firm jaw when he clucked.

"I already told you to keep your hand to yourself."

"But how can I…"

He arched one eyebrow, as if to challenged her while she fisted her hands because she knew what he want. A lap dance.

Her face reddened, "I never do that to customers at the club. And how could I do that without using my hands?"

Clara had seen her colleagues did it every night at the club, it was imprinted in her head. But she never demonstrated it to anyone. Not in her 5 years of working at several clubs.

"I believe you could improvise a bit." He had the audacity to chuckled.

"But you'll promise to stay?"

"If you could satisfy me, then yes."

Clara was a doomed woman. She was afraid Xander would leave her again, she craved his attention, she yearned his presence, she wanted him to herself, just like hers belong to him.

Xander was shocked when that seductive expression appeared on her beautiful face, he only had his eyes on her. His little mouse.

She started to touched her body boldly with her own hands, contouring every curves, from her perk bouncy breasts to that mouth-watering hips. Xander couldn't hold back a groan when Clara leaned her upper body forward with her back arched and butt up in the air.

"God, Clara."

That little silk baby blue nightie only added the thrill. Then she turned around and her young butt hovered just above his crotch, moving in circles invitingly. Her hands on the arms of the chair for balance.

Clara swayed her hips from side to side, in a beat to the music that was only played in her mind. She turned to face Xander again and crawled up with both knees on the big chair and her arms caged the man.

Xander couldn't help himself and grabbed one of the bouncing breasts in front of his eyes. Clara moaned from the feeling of his hand cupping her breast. She pumped her hips on his hard thing.

She didn't know how long they played in that position, when suddenly two strong hands held her hips still and lowered her to something hard and poking insistenly.

"Ah wait, Xander." She whined.

"It's ok little mouse. You can accept me."

"Oh!"

The head of his big thing slipped inside her thight heat, she didn't even realized she was drenched from the lap dance so she could received him easily.

"You're still too tight, little mouse."

She writhed and moaned when Xander slowly made his way, finally his hard thing was fully inside. Clara felt the fullness of being stretched, he was meant to be inside her body, inside her soul.

"Move."

"What?"

"Move that hips, Clara. Like what you did when you danced on my lap."

Hesitantly, she tried to lift her hips and lowered down. With Clara sitting on top of him, she felt the power. Power to control her own body and to control this arrogant man. Soon, she started to moved with abandon.

"Slow down, Clara." Xander halted her moving hips.

"Oh no Xander, I'm so near…" Clara whimpered.

She wriggled her hips, their body pressed closed, and Xander granted her wish. He pressed down on that little nub and she screamed when she came crashing down.

Clara placed her heavy clouded head to Xander's broad shoulder while Xander took control of her body by lifting her hips up and down when Clara didn't have the power to move anymore.

Then Xander growled loudly when his seed spurting inside her.

Their panting breaths echoed in her bedroom, they were still in that position, with his thing inside her, when someone knocked her door.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come in!" He barked.

In her sluggish state, Clara couldn't moved faster. "Wait."

"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt but something came up. Your…"

Noah widened her eyes when he looked his employer was sitting with Clara on top of him. His big hand splayed on her back as if to declared ownership. Thanks to her nightgown, Noah just saw her slim thighs' skin.

When Xander saw his employee gaped at Clara, he said. "Care to join us, Noah?"

"Sorry, sir." Noah closed the door abruptly.

Clara tried to move away from him. Embarrassment etched on her pale face. Xander lifted her up without a care and with unsteady legs, Clara fell down to the floor.

Xander got up and zipped his pants, then that flashing black shoes turned to her.

"I look forward to our little games so I'll stay." Xander said with cold tone and slammed the door.

She was supposed to be happy, what she wished for was only to have Xander as her companion, by her side.

But why her heart broke. Broken to million pieces no one could sticked it whole again.

*** End of Chapter 18 ***