“You’re going to dance for me.” He sounded so damn assured. It ma

“You’re going to dance for me.” He sounded so damn assured. It made her bristle.

“No, I’m going to dance for me.” She, on the other hand, had petulant and haughty down to a tee. But there was a smile on his lips, and that both thrilled and infuriated her. Somehow she’d managed to get rather used to that twin sensation.

She started dancing, anyway. He’d convinced her to lose her other clothes, and lingerie was all that kept her decent. Not nude, at the very least. Her hips swayed, undulated, pulsed, and he just leant back in that chair and watched her. She narrowed her eyes, trying to glare at him.

It was probably sultry. He probably thought it was sultry, at the very least. His hand came up, framing his face with a finger down the side of it, and the thumb lining his jaw. For a moment, her eyes flashed. It was making her angry how good he looked, right there. She wanted him to be easy to shrug off. Someone she could manipulate. But instead, here she was, dancing. 

But not for him. Not for him. Not for him.

Her hands were at the clasp on her bra. Of course they were. It was an instinct, from all the strip teases she’d clearly done, or at least all the ones she’d watched, been aware of, read about. It was how they went, and it was how this one was going. But he hadn’t told her to strip, and so it was ok, right?

The clasp unlocked with a click, and the bra visibly relaxed, the tension slipping away from it along with her decency. It fell to the floor like a sigh, and his smile curled a little higher. Her teeth grated against one another, and she shot him another glare as her hands ran through her hair, hips rocking from side to side. She knew her nipples were erect, but she ignored them.

“Come here.” It was like he didn’t even expect her to refuse.

She took a step forward, all part of the dance, as if it was going to happen anyway. From the way that smile continued to grow, it was like that was what he had wanted anyway. His finger curled, beckoning her.

She took another step, and suddenly she was within reach. His arm shot out, grabbing her leg and pulling her to him. She squealed, laughing and flailing all at once. 

If she wasn’t going to give it to him, then he’d just have to take it.