nodded, and allowed him to maneuver me like a puppet. My heart was racing, and a feeling of excitement flooded through my veins. Allowing my head to fall back against his massive chest, I moaned.
I felt his length harden against my back, and that did nothing to stop the sensations I was feeling from our contact. My eyes did move back to the mirror and widen. I was shocked that the contact was turning him on.
His large hand splayed over my abdomen and his erection ground into me, never once losing the rhythm of the move he was directing. “Don’t look surprised. It’s a cock, it gets excited rubbing against a pretty ass.”
The way he spoke the words told me it meant nothing to him, and I tried to pretend I wasn’t affected. Did he just say I had a pretty butt? My ego did a somersault.
“When you’re dancing alone, I want you to imagine we’re doing this movement. It’s all about the fantasy of having you in their bed. When you make them believe it’s just them you’re dancing for, that’s when the money flows.”
Since I’d never danced with another man that way, it wouldn’t be hard to imagine it was him. He lifted my arm and placed my hand on my head. While doing that he managed to never miss a move with his hips.
“This shows off those gorgeous tits. Run your hand through those long curls, and bring your hand across your face. Keep it slow and measured.”
I was lost in the world of Sin. I didn’t think I just followed his orders.
“Good! Bring your fingers across your lips, and part your mouth. You want to make it look like you’re about to lick them.”
I felt like a voyeur as I followed his moves. I was shocked that it turned me on to follow his directions.
“Now slowly move your hands up under your tits. You want to lift them, play with them a little. Keep those nipples hard. If you need to pinch them, do it!”
My heart was pounding against my chest wall so hard it was almost painful as I followed his instruction. My breasts felt heavy, and the nipples were stiff. God it felt sinful to be touching myself in front of him this way!
“Damn that’s sexy. Now part your legs and let your hand cup your pussy.”
I faltered at his words, and messed up the tempo he was trying to keep with my hips.
“Fuck Anya, don’t look so shocked! You’re selling sex here, and if you can’t do it, then this is a waste of time!”
I couldn’t help it. My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t want to disappoint Sin. That thought made no sense to me, but it was still the truth. “I’m sorry.”
He pushed away from me and ran a hand through his tangled thick hair. “Shit. Maybe we need to start with something else.”
He paced the floor with long strides, then turned back to me. “Goddamn it Anya, if you fucking cry I’m booting your ass right out of my house.”
I couldn’t help that I was emotional and his words weren’t helping at all. “I need to use your bathroom.” I didn’t doubt for a minute he would keep his word, and I didn’t want to test the theory.
He grabbed my hand and roughly dragged me out of the studio. Stopping in front of door, he opened it. “Get your shit together, then meet me back in the studio. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
He didn’t give me time to answer, he just stormed off.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, and walked over to the sink. What was wrong with me ? Fighting back tears, and this indescribable sensation in my body, I just stared at my reflection.
I took several deep breaths, and splashed some water on my face. Call me stupid, but it finally hit me that our dance had turned me on. Those emotions were something I’d repressed all my life.
chapter five
Innocence
This shit felt wrong. Her baby blues filling with tears shot a pang of feeling into my gut that I sure as fuck didn’t need. The women in my life had been money grubbing little whores,