CHAPTER 2
I'm in a dance studio with the most beautiful, most elegant, tall woman I've EVER met in my entire life. But this dance studio is kinda weird. I'm the only student here, and that does not make it easy for me to check her out as much as I want to. I could cry right now, but I won't. She seriously makes me wanna be gay. "Change your clothes, there's something more comfortable in the room to your left." Even her British accent makes me jitter. But she is also the meanest person I've ever met when she's teaching. She didn't even introduce herself when I got here. This means I have no idea what to call her, not that I'll need to call or talk to her or anything.
She's trying to teach me how to dance, but it's not the type of dancing you see in movies like "honey" or "step up", it's the type of dancing you see in movies that are PG 18 or 16, and I can't say I'm happy about that. I'm definitely not happy, but there's also nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing I can do about this unless I wanna see me six feet under and I vaguely remember myself running away from that not so long ago. But just because I fear death doesn't mean I'm gonna make this easy for her or that half-assed Jacob. I am doing all I can to piss off my instructor, and it's working, but she JUST won't quit. Her silky brown hair highlighted in blood red is just as beautiful as she is, and her deep blue, radiant eyes make me wanna fold so hard she can have her way with me. Her curvy body and thick but detailed facial structure makes me even more envious and jealous. A part of me wants her to pin me on the wall and do all she wants with my body. But with every dirty thought I have right now, there's only one problem, I AM NOT GAY!!!
I can see Jacob staring at me with fire burning in his eyes, but his composure usual, I can tell my instructor let him know everything I've done today. Yet the only thing I can think of right now is mint chocolate cause I know he wouldn't possibly hurt me. Would he? "Would you care to explain yourself?" All I can think of now is how my heart just moved from my rib to the bottom of my spine after he said that. "I simply didn't feel like dancing, SIR." Emphasis on 'sir' I just got myself a lifetime of terrifying glances. He roughly pins me to the wall behind me and more aggressively tilts up my chin, and I can't help but feel dizzy. "Listen here, you little troll, you will learn how to dance and make me money. If not, I swear I will take you back to the bridge I found you on, and this time... you won't survive." This is the part where I'm supposed to be scared for my life and beg for forgiveness, but instead he put my heart back in place and made it beat a million times faster than it ever has.
I continue with my dance lessons without causing trouble, not because Jacob threatened me, but because I have fallen for him like a drop of water falling from a dark cloud and he was the ground I'm destined to meet. And I would strip naked in front of him with not but a second thought if he asks me to, I would give him all I have, which is basically next to nothing,so nothing he doesn't already have. And I can't help but want him to pin me against the wall again but more aggressively and more passionately and with less intentions of murdering me and with more intentions of making me scream and beg him to stop, intentions of making me incapable of walking for days, ones that'll make my heart sink in a deep blue ocean with nothing but him in it. I swear I found the man that'll help me destroy all those who hurt me and I can finally get what I craved most, the reason I was on that bridge that day, the reason I decided not to end this beautiful life of mine.
I'm going to have dinner with Jacob tonight, and I am gonna wear the skimpiest outfit in my wardrobe. I swear I'll make him want to strip my clothes off, and if not, then I'll be utterly disappointed in myself or rather embarrassed.
It's time for dinner, and he's right there, downstairs, waiting for me, and I can't help but be nervous. I've never craved someone's touch like this before. I head down in a short, black, and tight dress that outlines my waist and hides nothing but the vital parts of my body.
"You look lovely, I was wondering what took you so long, but it was worth the wait." He says as his eyes scan me from head to toe. "Why, thank you, sir. I'm happy it wasn't a waste of your precious time." I could feel him undressing me with his eyes, I could feel the tension in his gaze as we dined. He wanted me all to himself, I could give him me, all of me, in an instant, without a second breath.
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_CHAPTER 4_
He roughly tosses me onto his bed and slowly spreads my legs when I suddenly feel the adrenaline I felt back when he touched me as he pleased.
I can feel his tongue licking my pussy dry, and I on the other hand have turned bright red from the pleasure, he licks and licks and slowly moves up and sucked on my titties and bit my raw hard nipples
"Do you want me to stop?" I shake my head in disbelief of what I just felt. He takes off my dress and presses his body against mine so hard I can feel his overpowering erection just waiting to be serviced. "You said you're a virgin, right?"
"Uh huh." Is all I can say or utter in situations like this. "Do you wanna stay one?" "Nah uh." And I am willing to give it to him, all of it. He pulls away and puts on his shirt and leaves.
I swear on all that I own, he just gets a certain type of pleasure everytime he turns me on, then leaves me hanging.