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I
reminded myself that this was no different than any other show. I
could slip into character, do my thing and get the hell out.
Standing with my back to Cullen, I thrust my hips against him as I
matched with the beat of Diamond’s music in the room below. It
wasn’t a beat that I was accustomed to but I found a rhythm pretty
fast.
    I dipped low, bending my knees to
touch the floor and slowly raised back up, pausing to grind my ass
against Cullen’s growing erection. I rocked my hips against him,
slowly swaying from side to side as I raised my arms overhead and
trailed them down around his head, tugging at his short cropped
hair. My hands wound down his cheek as I pressed into him, along
his neck then slowly down my body.
    Staring at Mr. Dorian, I could see the
fervor mounting in his eyes as he watched my hands slide around the
curve of my breast and along my hips. I sank low and stroked my
inner thighs, widening my legs until my client shifted in his
chair.
    Smiling, I turned and grabbed onto
Cullen’s waist and thrust my ass out. I pressed my breasts to his
chest and slowly rubbed my cheek along his side as I slid down his
body. His erection stabbed at me, quivering as I squatted down
before him, my mouth mere inches from the growing wet stain on his
boxers.
    Damn that man is
huge!
    Looking back over my shoulder, I
grazed my fingertips up the inside of Cullen’s leg. He flinched as
I neared his arousal and I noted a tightening of Mr. Dorian’s
jaw.
    Gripping the hem of Cullen’s boxers, I
pulled myself back up and wrapped my leg around him, using him as
an anchor as I dipped backward, giving my client the show he
wanted. My breasts shifted in my bra and the top of my nipples
appeared. Cullen sucked in a breath as I bucked my hips against him
and writhed. Trailing my hands down my stomach with fingers spread
wide, I opened my mouth as if in a cry of pleasure. I licked my
fingers and drew them across my partially revealed nipples.
Cullen’s cock twitched against me.
    Through the holes of my mask I saw Mr.
Dorian shift again in his seat and I smirked. Oh yes. He did like
to watch.
    Curling inward, I rolled back up and
slid my leg down Cullen’s before disengaging. I walked around
behind him and slid my hands through his arms, gripping his tight
abdomen as I dipped, hanging my head back, and lolling it from side
to side in beat with the music. I slid my hands down and seized his
hips as I pumped my hips against him.
    Cullen made a noise of desire as I
traced my finger along the outline of his arousal through his
boxers but he remained rigid. His arms quivered at his sides. If
I’d been facing him I was sure that I would have seen rampant lust
in his gaze.
    I stood tall and, hidden behind his
back, pressed a kiss to his back. His skin pimped at my touch.
Good. He wanted me. That meant I had power. Power to tease. To
taunt. To torture. He was going to learn exactly what I was capable
of. A lesson he would remember the next time he dared to summon
me.
    As I released my hold and walked
around to face him, I reached out and brushed my finger over his
nipple. It instantly hardened. I watched him, waiting for him to
finally meet my gaze and I saw it. That need. That longing to take
me to the ground and fuck my brains out. It was barely held in
check. I could do better than that.
    Lifting a single finger to my lips, I
licked the length of it and traced the outline of his right nipple.
Cullen’s lips trembled as he looked away. I glanced over my
shoulder and saw Mr. Dorian perched on the edge of his seat. His
piercing gaze lit a fire within me and I realized that there was
something definitively hot about the way he watched me.
    Turning to press myself back against
Cullen, I reached for his hands and cupped them around my breasts.
His hands engulfed me, warm and clammy. “Unlatch it.”
    I drilled my gaze into my client. His
adam’s apple bobbed and the tip of his tongue trailed along his
lower lip, as if he wished he were