Chapter4

#Chapter4

Chapter song The take - Tory lanez

/"Dance for me princess or you can leave./" He removes a gun from the holster in his suit jacket placing it on the plush little table in front of him.

/"I-I will dance./" If I had just kept my neck out of my business I wouldn't be dancing to save the precious head. I just want to snatch the gun and empty the bullets in him but looking at him I weighed my strength over his. And I would not make such hasty decision. He wants me to dance for him. He gives me an option of saving myself and not dying in this room yet it looks like a ultimatum. A debatable ninety-nine percent but what is the one percent left out of the equation that he won't kill me after the dance.

/"Dokhazite menya, chto vasha malen'kaya zhizn' stoit togo./" (Dance for me, prove to me your little life is worth it.) Now I regret messing with the red flag. Julio will be crazy right now searching for me and if I don't make it out of here alive, he'll alert his brother in the police department. Still, I'll be long gone before anyone finds me and who is to tell Elijah doesn't have the power to make a case like mine go under the rug. I was fuming inside and with the present smirk on his face I am like an open book to him. He can see I'm angry and with no option making the sadist in him feels satisfied.

/"I will dance./" I say firmly glaring at his relax stance. /"If you touch me I'll kill you first./" The threat creates a huge grin on his face and yet it seems like a lie to me because I want him to do more than a touch to me. He's really loving the cat and mouse game, it pains me to accept such a beautiful grin comes from a dangerous man like him loving the pearly whites which sparkles. He's dangerous yet looking so tempting.

I'm gonna put you in seven positions in seventy minutes till you get it baby...Tory Lanez The take plays in the room. This is my cross, a devilish handsome sexy club owner who gave me an ultimatum. My life for a dance. And I will carry it.

My eyes close getting into the music, slowly my hands flew up trailing down my arm as I dance sensually to the music falling on my neck caressing myself, my full chest to my very short dress I kick my leg out turning my back to him, I drop low twerking and rolling my waist knowing how much my ass jiggles whenever I do that. I glance at him throwing a flirty smile biting my lips slowly I stand up. Hands flat of the table I continue dancing hoping he tells me to stop. He doesn't.

He watches me intensely. Hoisting myself on the table, swiftly I was on fours rolling my hips as my back forms a deep arch shooting my ass out. He seems to like that with the growing tent in his pants. Touching myself I turn facing him sensually dancing. His face remains stoic but his tent grows bigger and bigger. I could not take my eyes away. I have to even as I love it, watching a powerful man like him seem affected by my little dance.

Shutting my eyes I thought I could escape him, his bulging dick, his dark aroused gaze. I saw myself kissing him, him touching me, lips trailing to my erotic regions as I moan for him. My body had a different motive from my mind, it wants him...to touch me, to squeeze me, to kiss me, to fuck me. This is bad.

/"Come to me Princess./" Another command and my body betrays me by moving on its own accord. Tapping his thighs that held an obvious thick dick print, I sat on him, on it. And it's...so big. /"Don't stop princess./" His lips trail past my very sensitive collar bone, my neck and down to my cleavage. Strong hands grip me tight squeezing my boobs. Don't you dare moan?

A very hard decision as my thin thong grind and dance on his thick bulge. I felt his hand go to my thighs getting between my dress. This have to stop. /"I have a boyfriend/"

Rip*

My flimsy thong snapped around his fingers. In shock I look at him about to protest. /"Did I tell you to stop Princess?/" His eyes were so dark the look scary, like a hungry man he looks at the lacey thong fixing it in his pocket letting a sinister smile fall on his lips. It was so hot the way his eyes looks at me. I wanted to moan out but that will give him the satisfaction I love what he's doing. And I do. Fuck.

/"You can try all you want to hide those perfect moans from me but your body react deliciously to me./" Two fingers force its way inside of me. I moan out at the painfully sweet intrusion. He didn't move it, just rubbing my inner walls making me mewl and squirm. I tried fighting the moans and failed. His fingers drag along my walls, tapping, sliding and thrusting. Moans after moans escape to his satisfaction watching me with such intensity. /"That's it, give me more princess./" His fingers work hard on my drenched clit, pinching, rubbing, and tugging at my bud.

/"Elijah./" I grind on his fingers fucking myself with the two long fingers deep and thrusting in me. It feels so good. His lips kiss my boobs sucking harshly on my nipples. /"Elijah, oh fuck!/" He groans fucking me with his fingers soon my legs began shaking and I knew what's coming next as his pace increased. Burying my face on the crook of his neck I gave a loud moan falling off the cliff. I whimper at the loss of his fingers in me.

/"Breathe for me princess./" Huh