Pushing all thoughts aside, I walk past the darkened corner, taking long, smooth steps, and swaying my hips on my way up to the stage. The music is already playing a slow, sexy song; perfect for getting aroused to.

Standing with my back against the pole, I bring one arm back to wrap around it, and slowly lowering my body down the pole, while rubbing my other hand down the center of my body, over the white lace. Once I get close to the ground, I spread my knees apart and lower my hand some more, biting my bottom lip, seductively.

I sway my hips to the rhythm of the music, releasing the pole, and wrapping my hands in my hair, tugging as I make my way back up the pole in a stance. I make sure to look in the direction of the darkened corner to verify to the client I’m indeed dancing for his pleasure and his alone. This usually helps me get additional tips on top of what I already get for doing the private dance.

Slowly turning around, I wrap one leg around the pole and arch my back, swinging my wild hair around, before gripping the pole and spinning around it. I spin around a few times, moving seductively to the music, before releasing the pole, walking to the edge of the small stage, and reaching for the ribbon that’s holding my corset together.

Pretending as if I’m looking directly in the mysterious guy’s eyes, I lower myself to the surface of the stage, down to my ass, and spread my legs wide apart, revealing the sheer lace that’s in between. I slightly tug the ribbon, opening my top a little more, and rolling my hips up and down with my back pressed against the stage.

I’m lost in my own little world, hoping to get this guy off, when all of a sudden I feel two hands grip my thighs and pull me to the edge of the stage. Out of instinct, I swing one leg up and wrap it around the guy’s neck, squeezing.

I expect for whoever it is to let go of my thighs and apologize, but to my surprise, I get a growl and a bite on the inside of my thigh.

I recognize the growl right away, and I can’t help the reaction that my body gets from it. My heart jumps to my throat and my whole body trembles with pleasure.

Another soft bite causes me to open my eyes to the sight of Hemy standing there, his hair pulled back, and his deep amber eyes set on me. His grip on my thighs tightens as I release his neck and lean my head back with my hands in my hair.

“Fucking shit, Hemy,” I bite out. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here? I told you-”

“Shhh . . .” he whispers against my thigh. “Don’t talk. I’m not here for that. I’m here to taste my pussy and remind you of what is mine.”

Before I can think of a response, my panties are pushed aside and Hemy moans out while running his thick finger over my slick folds. My body instantly reacts to his touch, causing me to moan out and bite my lip.

“You miss my mouth owning your pussy? It craves my tongue, doesn’t it, baby?” He runs a hand down my thigh while shoving a finger deep inside me, causing me to grip the stage. “Tell me how bad you want me to taste you,” he demands.

I look up at him, now getting a bit angry at him for making me admit it first. He’s doing this to see how badly I want him. It makes me want to slap him and then ride the shit out of him. He always had that effect on me.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper, looking up to meet his stare. “Maybe someone else has already claimed what was once yours.” I can’t resist but to push him back. One of us is bound to cave first.

Pulling my body up higher, he softly blows on my swollen clit while pushing his finger in and out. “You’ll always be mine, Onyx.” He squeezes my thigh and rubs his bottom lip up my heat, causing me to moan out silently. “This pussy . . . will always be mine. I claimed it six years ago when I made you my girl, and nothing has changed since.”

He runs his lip up my pussy again, teasing me with his lip ring. I’m fighting so hard to resist, but I can’t help it. Seeing Hemy dressed up, makes me want to have an orgasm right on the spot. Feeling his mouth on me almost has me exploding beneath him.

I thrust my hips upward, silently begging for him to lick me. He laughs against my throbbing clit before reaching up with one hand and grabbing my left breast. His dominance has me on the verge of explosion and I want to feel this to its full extent.

“I want to feel your tongue on me so damn bad,” I blurt out, thrusting my hips again to meet his mouth. “Remind me of how good it feels. Now.”

With a cocky smile, Hemy grips my ass with both hands and pulls my hips up to meet his face. Looking at me with pure heated desire, he runs his tongue, slowly and teasingly, up my wetness, causing me to shake uncontrollably in his arms.

He rubs circles around my clit with his tongue, before trailing it back down my folds and pushing it into my entrance. This causes me to wrap my legs around his head and squeeze. I can’t seem to get him close enough and he knows this. He knows my weakness and is using it against me to get me where he wants me. It’s working and I hate him for it.

The better it feels the angrier I seem to get, until finally, I growl out and pull away from him. At least, I try to. He catches my legs and pulls me off stage so that I’m straddling his narrow hips. With a smile, he walks us both up the stairs and up to the stage.

He stops in front of the pole, turns my back toward it, and presses me against it, breathing in my ear. “Hold on tight.” With little effort, he lifts me up, causing me to reach behind me and grip onto the pole at a higher level. Before I can wonder what he’s doing, he rests my thighs on his shoulders, grips my waist, and buries his face in my pussy.

His tongue works like magic, owning my pussy just like in the past. My whole body trembles from the heat of his mouth and the feel of his tongue tasting me, slowly and teasingly.

He reaches up with one hand and rubs his thumb over my clit, while working his tongue, rough and fast, speeding up to get me off. My grip on the pole tightens as he shoves his tongue back inside just in time for me to come.

I shake on his shoulders for a few seconds, high off the release of my orgasm. It feels so damn good I can almost cry in relief. Releasing the pole, he pulls me away from it and slowly lowers me down his body, kissing me in different places along the way. It doesn’t take much for him to lower me back down to my feet and press his body into mine.

Looking into my eyes, he cups my face and runs his tongue over his lips in satisfaction. “I want you back at my place tonight.” I shake my head, but he stops me by pressing his lips against mine, claiming my lips as his. The kiss is rough and possessive, and I can’t help but to get turned on again.