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your back straight and your ass out. I’m taking your pants down, now, beautiful girl. I want to feel your flesh against the palm of my hand.”
    She whimpered and obeyed, grabbing the bar in a tight fist as she hung her head.
    He pulled down her yoga pants and white cotton panties and paddled her ass fast and hard, changing and alternating with the rhythms of the jungle music. Her cheeks reddened quickly as they bounced and jiggled at each firm slap. It was as perfect as he had envisioned. The curves of her cheeks begged to be rubbed, squeezed, whipped, fucked… He hadn’t felt this way in such a long time.
    Brushing his finger across her wet pussy lips, he felt the abundant arousal sliding down her legs. “You are so responsive. So wet. So fuckable. Look,” he commanded.
    She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders. He smacked her hard in the spot where her glowing buttocks met her thighs. She shrieked and tried to shield herself.
    “I told you to do something, little girl. Look in the mirror.” He pulled her away from the bar and turned her so her red ass reflected in the mirror. “See my beautiful marks on you. See how you glow.”
    Her glossy eyes widened, and she licked her lips, breathing heavily as she focused on his favorite sight.
    Bending her a little, he pried her legs apart with his feet. “Now, see your pussy.”
    She squeaked but held his gaze before focusing on the mirror.
    “See your arousal.”
    “Oh my God.” She trembled as she watched him reach between her legs to stroke her firm clit.
    “You are going to watch yourself come.”
    Wide-eyed and moaning, her legs spread wide, she watched him play her to the rhythm of the beat. Flick, flick, squeeze—her wetness doubled as she danced in place. She was his instrument and he the musician. And they both played magnificently.
    He entered her with one finger while teasing her clit with the other. Two pumps inside her tight, hot channel was all it took. She clenched around his finger, her legs tightened, and she screamed. A long, hard, high-pitched scream as she convulsed around his finger.
    When she finished her long climax, she collapsed in his arms, and he brought her to his lap on the floor.
    Kissing her forehead, he cuddled her to his chest. “You are very sensual. Very beautiful. Perfect. And the fault in your bed was not yours. You just needed the right touch.” Then he held her until she had finished a long, much needed cry.
    “Thank you,” she whispered and gazed up at him, flecks of amber and gold dancing in her gorgeous eyes.
    “You will partner with me for this show.”
    “Really?”
    Smiling, he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes. I can’t have you upsetting any more of my dancers. And now that I know how to keep you in line…”
    She giggled and buried her head into his chest.
    He would dance with this woman and teach her about dominance and submission. And if he was lucky, he would finally let go of a year of heartache.
     

Chapter Four
     
    “Today, you’ll dance by yourself,” Dane said as he closed the door behind us.
    John, the camera dude stood in the corner of the room, wiping lenses and setting up tripods with cameras. They liked to get all angles—even what I considered my less desirable ones.
    “What do you want me to do? I don’t know how to do this stuff by myself.” God, I hated how whiny my voice sounded.
    “Just go through the motions for each step. I’ll direct. John will video. Then we’ll look through the footage later to see where we can improve, your best assets, when you drop position, and when you feel most and least comfortable.”
    I wrinkled my nose and scuffed my shoes in a loud squeak on the floor. Yeah, I was pouting, too. “But I still don’t remember the difference between a chassé and a check. And what leads into a cha-cha. Do you want Guapacha or normal? I’m already at my least comfortable. Does that count for anything?” I was seriously about to freak out.