He drove me to this. It’s his denial, his weakness. It’s my boyfriend’s fault that any of this is happening.
My boyfriend is a disappointment. Starting off promising when we met in college but became a layabout while I thrived. He never goes out. He never shows any interest in anything but ticking away the seconds of the day in front of the television.
I don’t need to know his name. All I need to know is that he wants me, that he needs me. That he can satisfy me.
My boyfriend is home and I’m out here. All eyes are on me as I dance with anyone who will have me. But I want more than dancing and the man watching from the corner knows it.
Fast and urgent. Pressed into the back of this club. So many people around me. All of them watching.
Watching me cheat.
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I was fooling myself.
I needed to go home.
Turning away from him I made to press my way out of the crowd and out of the club but he stopped me.
The man who had been watching me.
He was there in front of me and he moved onto me in an instant, sweeping me into his arms in a possessive sort of way. He tugged me in close and held me, one hand on my hip teasing at my ass while the other played against my ribs and the bottoms of my breasts for one aching moment before both took their place on my hips and made me start to sway.
I was frozen in his arms, in his attention. I didn’t know how to make heads or tails out of anything but I let him lead me, I let him move me.
My other partner, my former dance partner, walked up and said something that neither of us heard. My new man, the man that I was meant to be with, looked me dead in the eyes with his smolder and spun me around, tugging me in close and moving my hips like a wave so my ass ground against him.
He leaned in close and I felt his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear.
“Tell him to go away.”
“Dancing with him now,” I said with a sly smile, “Maybe you can get a dance later.”
My former dance partner stormed off in a huff but I didn’t notice.
My attention was on the man behind me, the man that I was meant to be with. It was on the way that he held me, the way his hands moved so achingly slowly and thoroughly over my body.
Feeling me fully, feeling every inch of me. His grip on me tight and secure as he moved through the paces and built a fire within me that could barely be quenched.
I knew he was just touching parts that were covered by my dress, but god I could feel his hands on my skin below it. He made my body burn with desire, he made me melt in his arms. He teased me, coming so achingly close to every part of me that mattered only to withdraw and deny me, leaving me mewling and begging for more.
Spinning me back to face him, pressing his forehead against mine. Staring into my eyes with burning intensity while I stared into his, while my eyes went wide as he pulled me forward and I felt the thick and throbbing bulge between us.
“Satisfy me,” he uttered to me, a command and a demand.
Not one that I was going to ignore.
Gripping my wrist tight my stranger and my master pulled me off the dance floor and I thought we were heading to the door, I would have been fine to leave with him then and there.
But no, we were heading deeper into the club.