Master wanted a show….
Fine, I was going to give him a fucking show.
I was going to give him a show he won't forget.
I was going to seduce him, just like he asked.
And if he wants a show, I was going to make sure he gets one.
I walked to where he mentioned, putting an extra sway to my hips as I moved, knowing my ass was presenting a sight to behold.
I pushed out a shuddering breath when my fingers came in contact with the metal.
"Let it flow naturally. Lose yourself into the music." Master instructed from his seat, and for a moment I was confused.
What music?
Seconds later, my question was answered when slow, sensual music floated from hidden speakers moving my body to the beat of its volition.
I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
Of course, it had to be this song.
It was the sexiest and the most seductive song ever.
The perfect song for this moment.
I turned around and faced the man who was the object of my desire, the reason for my lust, the man that was making me act like a desperate, thirsty hoe.
The man who was making me feel things I had never felt before.
My eyes locked with his, as I remembered the first rule of seduction.
Rule number 1.
Eye contact.
My breathing became uneven and my heart was pounding in my chest.
I know I was supposed to be the one in control, but his presence was intimidating.
His gaze was so intense.
I couldn't look away.
His stare was hypnotic, making my body tremble with anticipation.
I held onto the pole and did a slow circle.
As the words to the song flowed from the speaker, I swayed my hips in a figure eight motion, and slowly spun around, facing him once more.
My fingers glided up the cold metal and I hooked one leg around the pole, using my hands to support me.
I arched my back and did a half spin, throwing my head back and letting out a low moan.
It was so sensual and erotic.
The feel of the pole against my skin was so stimulating.
"Perfect." I heard him whisper.
My body was tingling.
His eyes were glued to my movements, watching me with rapt attention.
His eyes never left my body, and it made me feel sexy.
It made me feel beautiful.
"Good, now the second rule. Touch. Don't be afraid. Make me feel like you are the predator and I am your prey. Take control." He said.
I nodded, licking my lips and biting my lower lip.
I took a step forward, my gaze never leaving his.
I was determined to make him feel weak, make him feel like I was the predator.
My body was humming.
I was alive.
My fingers trailed up his muscular thighs and I gave him a sultry smile.
He responded with a simple nod, and that was enough encouragement for me.
I climbed into his lap and straddled him.
My knees were pressed against the back of the chair, and I was hovering over him.
His face was only inches away from mine.
He was so close.
So close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin.
"Very good, now the third rule. Voice. It's not all about the words you say. It's the tone of your voice that counts. A little higher pitch, and a little lower. Let your voice become husky. Moan and whisper in his ear. Drive him crazy. Make him feel like he's the only man that matters." He told me.
"You make me feel so good," I said, my voice coming out very low. I tried to follow his instruction.
"That's good, but try to be more natural. More confident."
I bit my lower lip, and did as he said.
I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at it gently.
He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, letting out a low groan.
"Master—Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
He opened his eyes and nodded, his gaze smoldering.
I could feel my pulse quickening.
His hand was on the small of my back, and his thumb was stroking the base of my spine.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No. Keep going. Don't stop." He said. I could feel his breath hitch.
I smiled and leaned in, my mouth brushing against his.
Rule number 4. Move.
I remembered it and immediately started moving.
My hips rocked back and forth, grinding against him.
He groaned, gripping my hips tightly, his nails digging into my skin.
I was losing control
… but I think he was too… He had to.
Because the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me hungrily.
His tongue was probing, invading, and demanding.
He was devouring me.
I was drowning.
My hand slid down his neck, and I let out a moan, deepening the kiss.
He tasted so good.
He tasted like mint, and I loved the taste.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, matching his passion.
His kisses were exquisite…intense, passionate, and filled with raw desire.
He was consuming me, taking over me, and making me surrender.
I was about to take off his shirt when he broke the kiss.
"Fuck, Zoe," he growled, breaking the kiss and pulling away.
He was panting, his chest heaving.
His eyes were dark and hooded.
They were full of hunger, need, lust… and anger.
Without saying another word, he pushed me off and got up, leaving me alone in the room.….
Naked, confused and sexually frustrated.