A Slow-Burning Dance (8 page)

Chapter
Nine

As
they approached the club, Sela called her brother and asked if he wanted to
meet her and Damien at the mall the next day. “Why?” he asked, his voice full
of suspicion.

“Because
you haven’t seen my new studio yet, and we both want to have lunch with you.”

“Am
I going to have to listen to bullshit from my boss?”

She
glanced up at Damien, who was grinning. “He’s right next to me, and I think he
can hear you.”

“Why
didn’t you say so?”

“You
didn’t ask. Meet us at the mall around eleven, okay?”

“Fine.
I’ll be there.”

He
disconnected the call, and Sela sighed. “This isn’t going to work.”’

Damien
put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Yes, it will. We’ll make
it work.”

The
club was filled to the brim, but it came as no surprise that Damien had
procured them a table on the raised platform overlooking the dance floor and
the band below. It was in the corner, right on the edge so they could see
everything. Sela felt like they were in their own little world, even with all
the noise and people around them. His presence had that affect on her.

Dinner
was good, but still not as delicious as the eggs he’d made her Saturday
morning, and she told him so. He leaned close and took her hand, licking her
palm. “Nothing is as delicious as your wet pussy,
niña
.”

She
shivered, not giving a shit if anyone had heard him. She loved it when he
talked that way to her in public. It made her feel cherished and special, like
they had an intimate relationship that no one else could disturb.

The
band was good. Not as good as
La
Concepción
, but then, no one was. Still, they had a driving beat and rich
vocals, so that was good enough for her. Damien took her out on the dance floor,
and Sela admired his skill. He didn’t think he was a good dancer, but she did,
and had told him often enough now.

Was
there anything this man couldn’t do? She felt like she was living a dream, and
kept waiting for the bottom to drop out. At times, he seemed too good to be
true.

They
walked back to his apartment well after midnight, but Sela wasn’t tired. She
was too wound up now from the dancing, and merely being in Damien’s presence.
It gave her a thrill to watch other women eye him because he wasn’t a flirt. He
wasn’t rude to people, but his gaze never lingered on another woman, and he
never gave her a moment’s uneasiness.

She
now believed he’d been telling the truth Saturday morning, and she trusted him.
She only hoped they could convince Santino of the same thing the next day.

When
they returned to his apartment, Damien asked if she wanted to go to sleep
because it was so late. In response, she slipped out of her dress, kicked off
her shoes, and then pulled off her panties. They were still in the foyer, and
she suddenly realized that Saturday was cleaning day, but would his staff be
here this late? “Are we alone?” she whispered.

He
gave her sheepish grin. “Kind of late to ask now, isn’t it?”

She
bent down to retrieve her clothes, but he stopped her. “Yes, we’re alone. They
came this evening while we were out.”

“They
work odd hours.”

“I
don’t like them here when I’m in the apartment. I feel like I’m in their way,
and they feel awkward trying to clean around me.”

“So
they show up when you tell them to?”

He
shrugged. “I pay them well.”

She
rolled her eyes, and he gave her a look of incredulity. “Did you just roll your
eyes at me?”

“I
suppose I did.” She stepped closer to him, tugging at his tie. “Why don’t we
get these clothes off you?”

He
grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms overhead, forcing a gasp from her. His
gaze was dark and intense, and it was all she could do to keep breathing. “One
moment,
niña
. I don’t like it when
you roll your eyes at me.”

She
tried not to laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“You
don’t look sorry.”

“But
I am. Honestly.”

Her
entire body shivered at the look of lust on his face. “I still have to punish
you for it. We’ve talked about this before.”

That
much was true, and although she knew he was only playing around, her arousal
went through the roof at his words.

“Pick
up your clothes and come with me.” She bent over to scoop her dress and panties
off the floor, and then followed him to the sofa in the great room. He told her
to lie down, and then he pulled her arms overhead and wrapped her panties
around them. He tied her dress to the panties and secured the other end of her
dress to the table leg next to the sofa.

“If
I ruin your dress doing this I’ll buy you another one.”

“Of
course you will.”

She
giggled at the look of disbelief on his face. “You have quite a smart mouth
tonight.”

She
wiggled her hips and then spread her legs. “I can still move these.”

“Not
for long.” He undid his tie, and she tried to keep breathing. She was so damn
excited right now it was ridiculous. This was far sexier than if he’d simply
bent her over something and fucked her. She would soon be completely at his
mercy, and Sela couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be.

She
inhaled the scent of his cologne as he gently wrapped his tie around her left
ankle. He removed his shirt, slowly, holding her gaze the entire time. The man
was stunning. No doubt about it. All those muscles, and a find dusting of dark
hair everywhere. She’d never seen anyone so damn gorgeous.

Sela
was so in love with him she could hardly believe it. The realization hit her
suddenly, like a blast of cool air on a hot summer day. She had to blink
several times as tears threatened.

Did
he feel the same way? Was it way too soon to even entertain such an idea? Would
he think she was moving too fast if she told him? Santino would call her a
fool. She couldn’t say anything to him. No. She had to keep this inside for a
while longer, until she knew whether Damien could ever feel the same way about
her. Telling someone you wanted them in your life wasn’t the same thing as confessing
your undying love for them.

He
tied his shirt to the end of his tie and then moved her left leg over the back
of the sofa, securing the other end of his shirt to something she couldn’t see.
“Looks like I might be buying myself some new clothes, too.”

“Maybe
they won’t be ruined? Just a bit stretched out?”

“Does
it matter?” He grinned, his gaze playing over her body. “Do you have any idea
how incredibly sexy you look right now?”

“You
make me feel like a goddess, Damien.” Her voice came out breathy, and she only
hoped he knew how happy she was at that moment.

“You
are a goddess.” He removed his jeans. “A fucking perfect goddess.” He tied one
leg of his jeans around her right ankle, moved her right leg over the edge of
the sofa until her foot rested on the floor, and then secured the other leg of
the jeans beneath the sofa. “Now you’re mine and I can do anything I want to
you.”

His
gaze drifted lazily over her once more, from her nipples that stood at taut
points, to her pussy that she was sure glistened with her juices by now. She
held his gaze, every nerve ending on high alert, waiting to see what he’d do
next. Her entire focus was on this passionate man who fed her soul.

“I’ll
be right back,
niña
. Will you be okay
for a moment?”

“Yes.”
He hadn’t tied her so tightly that she couldn’t free herself if she really had
to. He sprinted toward the kitchen, and she listened to him humming softly.
When he returned he placed a bowl on the table next to her head, but she had no
clue what was in it. He also pulled something from behind his back and placed
it on the table, but she didn’t have a chance to see that, either.

“I’ll
be right back again. Promise. You okay?”

She
nodded, and then listened to him run up the stairs. Where did the man find so
much energy? She hoped all that stamina had to do with her. She’d never had
this much fun in her life, and never wanted it to end.

When
he returned, slightly out of breath, she recognized the bottle of lube they’d
used upstairs, as well as a box of condoms. Sela closed her eyes and sighed,
imagining all the decadent things he could do to her, tied up like this. Her
pussy contracted in tiny spasms as erotic images danced through her head.

She
opened her eyes to find him holding another of his ties. “I’m going to
blindfold you, Sela. I won’t leave you alone like this. I’ll be in the room
with you at all times. Are you all right with that?”

“Yes,”
she whispered, her pussy contracting even harder. Talk about sexy fantasies! He
slipped the tie around her head, and she swore everything became sharper. She
heard the gentle chime of his antique clock in the office down the hall, and
caught the scents of furniture polish and carpet shampoo. Had she been able to
detect those smells earlier?

She
listened to him moving around her, every sound heightened now. She was able to
discern the soft pad of his bare feet on the tiles, and heard what she swore
was ice gently striking the sides of a bowl. When something cold touched the
valley between her breasts, she gasped.

“Just
relax,
niña
. Enjoy the sensations. I
will not hurt you.”

That
voice! How had it become so mesmerizing? Had he always sounded this way? It had
to be the blindfold. That settled it. She was going to beg him to have sex with
her this way every single day from this point on.

He
teased the sides of each breast with the ice, following it with his tongue,
until Sela shivered from the competing sensations of hot and cold. When he
brushed the ice over each nipple, she gasped from the initial shock, and then
moaned loudly as he suckled her afterwards. Damien repeated this process over
and over until she was sure she’d lose her mind from desire.

Her
pussy was soaked by the time he moved the ice across her abdomen and between
her legs. She writhed against the clothing, moaning louder now, as he spread
her labia with his fingers and brushed the ice over her clit, followed by his
tongue, again and again. “Please…”

“Please
what?” he asked, his voice deep and filled with humor.

“Please
let me come.”

His
soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “You’re not even close to ready for
that,
mi amor
.”

My love
. Did he mean it, or was it merely
the heat of the moment talking?

Her
body still tingled from the ice when she heard him moving again, and the next
sensation was warm and slippery. She inhaled deeply, letting the scent of
lavender and vanilla fill her head. They hadn’t used this particular oil yet,
but she knew he had it. It was one of the things he’d recently had retrieved
from the surface, and now she understood why he’d wanted it.

“What
do you think?”

“It’s
heavenly.” Heavenly, indeed. The warm oil slid across her skin without the
slightest trace of friction, and the combination of smells sent her arousal to
crazy heights. His fingers brushed the oil up and down her arms, her legs, and
over her abdomen. He kissed her on the mouth, deeply and without hurry, and the
effect was to make her want him even more.

“How
ready are you,
niña
?”

“Damien,
please … you know I’m dying here.”

He
licked her neck. “I know you are, but I like you this way. I want you so hot
for me that the mere thought of anything else cannot even enter your mind.”

“
Querido
, I’m already there.” It was the
first time she’d addressed him in such a way, using a term of endearment. It
had simply slipped out, and she hoped he hadn’t minded. From the way he groaned
softly and licked her nipples, she had a feeling he was fine with it, and her
heart soared.

His
fingers slipped into her pussy as easily as a knife would slice through butter,
and Sela pulled them further inside, contracting her pussy walls around them.
Damien teased her clit with his thumb and that was all it took. Her climax was
slow and intense, spreading out to her fingertips and toes, but he wasn’t done.

Two
more fingers covered in oil slid into her asshole, and there was no pain at
all. The sensation was exquisite with both holes filled, and Sela cried out
loudly as the orgasm crested again. “Oh,
please
!”

He
kissed her tenderly. “What do you need,
mi
amor
?”

“It’s
so … so
intense
!”

“But
do you like it,
niña
?”

“Yes
… but … oh!” The contractions went on and on, and Sela could hardly breathe
now.

“You
did ask to come, Sela, and now you will do so until I decide it’s time for you
to stop.”

Sela
could do nothing but lie there and cry out in pleasure as he forced yet more
contractions from her. Everything below the waist was full, hot, and totally
sated. He finally removed his fingers, and then he untied her, but it was only
to gently roll her onto her stomach and tie her up again. Her legs were apart,
and he’d pushed cushions under her hips to elevate them.