He stepped forward bringing his lips to barely touch mine again, “You want that, don’t you… You were scared at first, but now you’re excited… Tell me, Natalie. Tell me again what you want.”
I looked into his eyes, starting to get breathless again. “I… I want…” I couldn’t force my brain to work, shivering as his fingers slid up my arms.
“You need to tell me, dancer,” he whispered against my lips, lifting his hands into my hair.
“I want you to spank me,” I wasn’t sure I’d actually said it until his smile reached his eyes.
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I burned all your pictures and tore all your clothes
Girl, you still have my laptop and you still owe me dough
I paid three fourths of the rent you gave me nothing but grief
You need to get out my life, yeah, I need some relief
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I heard a whimper escape my throat but he quieted me by slipping his fingers into my hair. “I can’t just do this a bit, dancer. Wanting this from me is wanting all of me. Doing this with me isn’t just playing a game… It means you’re mine. I think you ought to think about that.” His fingers traced the edge of my face. “If you want to be my girl…”
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His eyes were so dark, they barely held any color, and my whole body trembled. Excitement, nerves, fear… I’m not sure what I was feeling, but as he let go of my arm, I had to force my knees not to buckle beneath me. His lips were right there, I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t move. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to do something.