Dancing Together (2 page)

Allyson balled her fists. She’d heard so many come-ons from
him, but this time was different. There was a new desire and edge to his
voice…more passion? She wasn’t sure, but she liked it. Still, the uncertainty
came back.

“I’m not convinced you want to be out there with me.” She
nodded to the dance floor. “Kinda feels like I’m good enough for now.”

Jordy rested his forehead against hers. His mask knocked
into hers as he bumped noses with her. His breath warmed her cheeks. “If I had known
for sure you were going to be here, I would’ve come to the club a whole lot
quicker.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “We probably wouldn’t
have left the hotel room.”

Wait. What? Had he just come on to her again? She needed
time to process, but he didn’t give her a chance. Jordy whisked her onto the
dance floor and kept her tight to his chest. Yet another Christmas carol
played, hopped up with a techno beat.

Jordy nestled his knee between her legs, allowing her to
grind on his thigh. He slid one hand down to her ass. His lips moved, but she
wasn’t sure what he was saying. Singing along to the music? She didn’t know and
didn’t care.

Allyson thanked God and her dumb luck that she’d selected a
dress with a slit high enough to allow her to dry hump his leg without looking
too brazen. She draped her arms around his neck. Her breasts jiggled as she
moved to the music. She ground her damp pussy on his trouser-clad skin and
allowed him to rock her against his thigh. She’d never thought of bumping and
grinding to a Christmas song, but now that she’d given herself over to the fun
of the moment and Jordy, she liked it.

When the music stopped, Jordy breathed against her neck. “You
look stunning.” His words vibrated in her ear. “Forgot you had all those
curves.”

She smiled, not wanting to shout over the music as it began again.
Instead, she kissed him. She bit his bottom lip, scraping her teeth against his
skin and swallowing his moan. The taste of mint exploded on her tongue. Their
masks clashed and his spicy cologne wrapped around her. Her head swam and she
sagged against him. Her nipples beaded beneath her gown. Holy hell, she wanted
him to play with her nipple piercing. He knew how to tug just right to make her
scream in ecstasy. She glanced around at the other dancers. She and Jordy were
giving anyone who happened to be watching a pretty good show. A thought
occurred to her—she hoped no one was taking cell phone video. Could she get
fired for her dress or her actions? More than likely not, but the fear sank in
anyway.

Maybe it was time to spread the Christmas cheer in private
and show him what she’d brought to fill his stocking. She couldn’t wait to have
his dick in her pussy and ass. She wanted to feel used and needed Jordy to be
in control.

The tune segued into another Christmas song, but Jordy
stopped dancing. He swatted her ass and held her to his chest.

Allyson wobbled as she regained her footing. Dancing with
him had been so decadent and intoxicating. She pressed her knees together to
control the overwhelming need surging through her body.

“I know we’ve paid good money to be here at this party and
to dance, but I’d rather be in my room—with you. Want to get out of here? Maybe
do some private dancing…and then some?”

Private dancing and allowing him to unwrap her like a
package? Yes, sign her up. She’d go anywhere with him. She nodded and managed
to reply, “Yes.”

Jordy kept his arm around her as he led her from the dance
floor. At the bottom of the main staircase, the man who had come on to her
before stepped in front of them.

“Leaving so soon?” the guy asked. “You just got here.” He
swept his gaze over Jordy—or rather, he seemed to look down his nose at Jordy. “Why
are you going?”

“The right partner. He showed up,” she replied. “Bye.” She
nudged Jordy forward, happy to be leaving the party. Alone time sounded so much
better than being surrounded by people she didn’t know.

“Wait, with him?” The man touched her arm. “How? You could
have me and you chose…him.”

“He’s the right one.” She turned her back on the guy and
started up the stairs. She didn’t want to waste any more time now that Jordy
was beside her. Besides, the guy she didn’t know gave her a strange vibe. She’d
rather be alone with Jordy.

At the top of the stairs, Jordy opened the door for her. He
didn’t say anything as they stood in the small foyer and awaited the elevator.
She rubbed her arms. In the brightly lit space, devoid of any kind of Christmas
décor, she had nowhere to hide. Thank goodness she had the suit coat covering
her torso.

Jordy eased away from her and leaned against the wall. He
widened his stance and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. “What was that
all about?” He pressed the button for the elevator, then put his hand back into
his pocket.

Allyson yanked his coat tighter around her. “He thought he’d
take me home tonight.”

Jordy nodded. “That dress is…yeah. I’m not wild about that
guy gawking at you in it.”

Now he wanted to be territorial? She grasped the hem around
the bottom of the sleeves. She liked him acting so possessive, but wished he
would’ve done so earlier or at least told her what he expected from her. She
stared at him and made a decision. Getting what she wanted wasn’t going to
happen on hope. She’d have to open her mouth and say so.

“I wore this dress for you.” No more hiding what she
desired, not when the man she wanted stood before her. “I wanted you for the
holidays. You’re all I asked Santa for.”

“Oh?” Jordy removed his mask and tucked the bit of plastic
into the inner pocket of his suit coat. His fingers brushed against her breast,
sending a shiver through her body.

“On my terms—that’s how I wanted you.” She unhooked the
elastic holding her mask in place. Having the obstruction off her face was
freeing. She liked seeing all of his face, too.

“You mean you wanted to get away from my nosy siblings.” He
smiled and gathered her in his arms. He snuggled her between his spread legs.
The bulge in his pants rubbed against her hip, sending shockwaves through her
system. The man knew his sex appeal and used it to his advantage. She wanted to
be with him and please him. Damn, she was putty in his hands.

“Yes.” She might as well continue to be honest. She’d bared
her body to him. Now she’d do the same with her soul. “I like your sister and
sister-in-law, but I don’t fit in. I’d rather just be with you and do all the
stuff we do.” She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She liked his sister, but
Melissa was too much of a tomboy and fitness nut. Allyson’s idea of staying in
shape meant walks around the playground and with her sister’s dog—not five-mile
hikes and ten-mile runs. Then there was Katie, Jordy’s sister-in-law. The woman
was practically perfect in every way. She oozed class and had a way of calming
pretty much any situation. She didn’t swear—that Allyson knew of—and rarely
drank. Allyson enjoyed a beer from time to time and could swear more than she
should at a football game. Her fashion sense lacked any sort of style and most
of the time she kept her hair in a ponytail or bun.

“What?” He curled his fingers under her chin. “Talk to me.”

“If they only knew how we played. They’d never speak to me.”
The desire to please him battled with her sense of duty. She needed to be
upfront with him and let him know what he’d be getting with her. “I’d be
willing to bet they’ve never heard of BDSM except in books.”

“What does it matter if they know or care? I like our kind
of fun. Can’t think of anyone better to play with—especially now.” He kissed
her neck, swiping his tongue along her jugular. “You and Katie have a lot in
common. Besides the gig teaching kindergartners, you’re both sweet and have
everyone’s best interest at heart. Oh, and you put up with the Murphy clan.
That takes guts. But I don’t see why you’d want to compete with them. You’re in
your own league and that’s a good thing.” He reached over and pressed the
button again. “Christ, this elevator is slow.”

“Someone probably pressed the emergency button to stop the
thing so they could have sex.” She tried to sound flippant, but didn’t feel
nonchalant at all. “Or it’s just slow. Too many riders.” She pieced through
what he’d said. Sweet, caring and patient. She was in her own league. She’d
hoped she had more redeeming qualities than just those. How about being sexy?
Maybe she was a good partner and making love to her was off the charts? No, he
hadn’t mentioned those things. Men…

Jordy sighed. “I wanted to wait until we were in the
elevator to talk to you, but it’s going so slow.”

Waiting to talk to her? He tended to shoot straight and didn’t
mince words. The fear she’d made a mistake filtered into her brain. “Look, if
you’re having second thoughts, I understand. I mean, it’s Christmas and there
are a ton of beautiful women back in the club. You don’t have to escort me to
my room so I’ll stay out of trouble. Trust me. I know where I should be.” She
wriggled out of the suit coat. “Go back in there and have some fun.”

“I never said that.” He tugged the garment around her
shoulders and held the front closed with his hand. He tilted his head to the
side. His brows knotted and his eyes glittered. The corners of his mouth turned
down. “If you’re my Christmas present, then Santa must love me. I’ve been awful
this year.”

“You’re not awful.” She didn’t understand. Why was he being
so obtuse? If he wanted to leave, then he needed to say something and if she
was supposed to stick around, well, he could mention that, too.

“No? I don’t know about that. I’ve been pretty rotten.” His
eyes widened and a smile curled on his lips. “Well, there’s this certain
teacher…good girl, killer body and tits I love to touch. Sweet nipple ring,
too. When I tug on it, she squeals. I love it.” He bobbed his eyebrows. “I look
into her eyes and have all sorts of dirty thoughts. Makes it hard to get
through the day without wanting to pull her aside and fuck her in the supply
closet. But the thing is, I keep forgetting to tell her what I want.”

“I see.” Anticipation filled her mind. He saw her as sexy?
Not just a friend with benefits?

“She knew exactly how to make my holiday merry and bright
with a slice of heat.” He grabbed the front of the coat tighter, seeming to use
the garment as a makeshift bondage device.

“You’re corny.” She tried to squirm within the coat, but
couldn’t. The snugness turned her on. He held the reins and the control. “I
know how your family drives you crazy.”

“Meaning you know me pretty damn well.” He shrugged. “Here’s
something I haven’t said enough. I don’t want to share you for Christmas. What
do you think about that?”

“I’m—stunned.” She hadn’t wanted to share him, either, but
she wasn’t sure if he saw a future for their relationship beyond Vegas. She’d
gone into the weekend with the plan to keep the pairing between them solely in
Vegas. Now she knew her heart—she wanted more and feared she’d have to settle
for a Christmas fucking.

“Come to my room and play naughty Mrs. Claus.” He paused. “I’m
not asking. I’m ordering.” He yanked her tight to his chest. “This Christmas,
you’re mine.”

She met his gaze. “When you’re possessive and bad, it’s so
good. I want to be your naughty present.” She’d be anything he wanted right
now. No more being hot and cold. No more worrying about whether they’d last
beyond the holiday. She deserved a good time filled with tinsel and twinkle
lights—and him.

“Naughty Christmas sounds like a good tradition to me. Why?
It’s ours.” Jordy palmed her ass. He kept the coat around her, but slid one
hand beneath the lapel and cupped her breast. He brushed his thumb across the
nipple piercing, sending shivers through her veins. Her pussy throbbed. Oh
damn.

The elevator door opened and a couple strolled out. Her
bodice appeared to be tied together and a little torn. Her lipstick had smeared
on the collar of his white dress shirt. Both smiled, then headed into the club.

“At least we know you were right. I’m sure they did all
sorts of kinky things in here.” Jordy held the elevator door and nudged her
into the car. “Come to my room. I’ve got presents for you.”

Presents sounded good. So did getting him naked. She sagged
against his chest. “I’m in.” Like she could tell him anything else?

His laughter echoed in the small space as the doors closed.
He caged her between his body and the corner. “Santa likes and he’s going to
spoil you in every way he knows.”

A million thoughts ran through Jordy’s mind as he kissed
Allyson. Why hadn’t they gone to Vegas together? Would’ve saved them both a lot
of hassle. But then he would’ve had to have told her how he really felt. Still,
they’d ended up together for Christmas. She was in his arms and the best
present he could find under the tree—or at least in the club.

“Can we stop by my room?” Allyson moved a hank of her hair
from her eyes. The lock of hair had slipped out from beneath her Santa hat.

“I don’t care where we go.” He toyed with the crystal dangly
earring in her lobe. He’d gotten used to seeing her in her role as the
kindergarten teacher and not as the voluptuous, sexy woman she hid underneath. “Which
floor?”

“I’m on the eighth.” She squirmed beneath his appraisal. “I
got a small room.”

He pressed the correct button and then curled his fingers
under her chin. “You’re smart. I got a bigger room. Wanted to spread out.”

He nipped her throat, laving his tongue along her pulse.
What in the hell did she need? Truth be told, she should just move her things
up to his suite. But he wasn’t interested in moving anything at the moment. He’d
rather have her in his arms and bed.

“I won’t be long, if you want to wait.” She wriggled free
from him as the bell dinged for her floor. “The room is a mess.” When the doors
opened, she surged down the hallway.

“A mess?” He switched to his dominating role. They’d played
a couple of times and she seemed to come alive when he took control. “How about
we worry about this later? You’ve been a naughty girl, coming to Vegas on your
own.”

She stopped short outside her door. Her eyes flashed. “Sir?”

“You should’ve been honest with me. I think you want to be
punished.” He slid his palm over the back of her neck. “Yes?”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t answer right away.
Considering the proposition?

“Yes, sir.” She shrugged out of the coat. Her nipples
hardened beneath the bodice of her dress. She stood tall with her hands behind
her back.

“Good girl.” He nodded to the door. “Open.”

She dipped her head and withdrew the card from the front of
her dress between her breasts.

“What were you going to do if you met someone downstairs and
had a quickie, then lost this? You would’ve lost your key card.” He was chiding
her like a child, but didn’t care. Getting firm with her was part of the game.
He swiped the card from her hands. “I should teach you a lesson.”

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and stared up at him from under her
lashes.

He unlocked the door and allowed her first entry, then
shoved the key into his pants pockets. He bit back his shock. She hadn’t been
kidding about the room being tiny. Jesus. Guilt washed over him. He should’ve
asked her to join him when he booked his suite.

“Sir? I have a present for you.” She plucked a green box
from the open suitcase on the floor, then scooped the handles of a black bag
into her hand. He didn’t have to look at the bag for long to recognize it.

“You weren’t planning on using this with anyone else, were
you?” He took the bag from her. “Plenty of things in here that aren’t for
everyone to see.”

“I hoped you’d be here and planned ahead.” Her blush ran
from her hairline to beneath the bodice of her dress.

“Do you want to play?” He dragged the edge of the bag over
her nipple, through the fabric of her dress.

“Yes, sir,” she said and moaned.

“Safe word?” he snapped.

“Red light.” She met his gaze. “I’m yours, sir.”

“Good girl.” Jordy tossed the coat onto the bed, then opened
the bag of toys he’d bought her after their first time sleeping together. “Untie
the top of your dress.”

Any other time she might have balked, but this time Allyson
did as told. She unknotted the tie for her halter dress. The bodice slipped
away from her breasts, revealing the upper half of her body. His mouth watered
as he slid his gaze over her. The glint of gold caught his attention. He knew
about the ring in her right nipple, but now she had a matching ring in her left
nipple.

“How long?” he blurted. The last time they’d slept together
had been back in the beginning of November, but he knew she’d only had one
piercing then.

“Right after we last played—in November.” She toyed with the
loose straps of her dress. “I wanted a set, so I did it and it’s healed more or
less—just be careful with it.”

“I see.” He loved what he saw and how she continued to keep
him on his toes. He rummaged until he located the items he wanted. He rolled
the chilly metal in his fingers. He glanced down at the chain. Gold? They’d
used a silver one before. Had she added to the bag? “What’s this?”

“It’s one of your presents.” She pressed her lips together
and glanced up at him. “Merry Christmas?”

He inspected the ends of the chain. A lock adorned each end
connected to a second chain. He’d seen some like this particular model, but
hesitated getting her something with a collar. Just as she’d surprised him with
the trip idea, she knocked him for a loop with the nipple chain/collar
combination. She removed her Santa hat and stood tall, thrusting her breasts
toward him.

He stared into her eyes. They’d played a few times, but he
hadn’t been ready to take their relationship to the next level. A collar
certainly meant more than causal play, but this one looked like a regular
necklace otherwise. God, she was smart. She’d figured out long ago what he
should’ve known all along—he loved her and wanted her for his own.

He marveled at her choice to present him with the collar for
her. He wasn’t sure there was a requisite for a perfect or normal Dom/sub
couple, but he knew they weren’t normal. The sub wasn’t supposed to select the
collar, but he’d been foolish and dragged his feet. She’d kept him honest and
forced him to see what he knew in his heart.

No way he’d let her go now.

“Thank you.” He draped the longer chain around her neck and
secured the back with the tiny lock. The free ends dangled over her breasts. He
snicked the other two locks into place on her nipple rings and stood back to
admire his work. “Beautiful.” He curled his fingers under her chin again. “You
knew what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “You.”

“Good girl.” Jordy arranged the bodice of her dress back
over her chest and secured the ties. No one would see anything unless he gave
permission and he sure as hell wasn’t sharing his Christmas present. He kissed
her neck, then bit her earlobe. “You belong to me. All mine.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

He dragged his nose along her throat. “Turn around and bend
over. Hands flat on the bed.”

Allyson glanced up at him for a moment, then did as told.
She waved her ass at him.

“Taunting me?” He swatted her rump. “Well?” When she didn’t answer,
he slapped her butt twice, leaving a handprint.

“Sorry, sir. Yes, sir. I’ve been bad so I can earn
punishment.”

“You’ll get it, bad girl.” He shoved the hem of her dress
over her hips, revealing her ass. For a split second, he didn’t see the thin
strip of fabric between her ass cheeks. A thong? Fuck yeah. He slipped his
finger under the silk. “I want this off.”

“Yes, sir.” She pressed her cheek to the bedding and eased
the thong down her hips. The tiny scrap of fabric landed between her feet on
the floor.

Jordy pulled two more items from the bag—a clear glass butt
plug and a slender bottle of lube. “You’ve kept our stash stocked, haven’t you?”
He clicked the lid on the lube, then dribbled the clear fluid down the crack of
her ass. He tapped the tiny pink pucker of her hole, delighted when she groaned
and dug her fingers into the bedding.

“Sir.” She arched her back and widened her stance.

He eased his middle finger into her ass hole. “Who does this
belong to?”

“You, sir.” Another moan ripped from her throat. Goose
pimples broke out over her skin.

Jordy admired her butt. He licked his lips and worked his
finger deeper into her body until he slickened his way with plenty of lube. In
and out, he caressed her.

Allyson whimpered and bore down on him.

“Good girl. Holding me in tight.” He twisted his hand, then
removed his finger and filled her with the plug. Once the glass disappeared to
the flat end within her, he tapped the T-shaped handle.

“Thank you, sir,” she groaned. “Oh my God.”

He jiggled the plug within her. “Stand up.”

Allyson eased off the bed and straightened her spine. Her
dress fell into place around her legs. He held the coat for her and Allyson
threaded her arms into the sleeves again. He strode into the bathroom long enough
to grab a towel and wipe his hand. He tucked the green box in the bag and then
grasped the door handle to the hallway.

“Upstairs.” Jordy gave her passage to the hall, then pulled
the door shut behind him. He’d help her retrieve her things in the morning.

At the elevator, he unzipped long enough to retrieve his
keycard. He swiped his room key in the reader and pressed the button, then
rezipped. Jordy handed her the bag. He caged her in his arms with her back to
his chest and ensured the coat covered her.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He kissed her neck and sucked on
her skin. When he pulled his mouth away, a red mark remained. Good. He wanted
to mark her in so many ways. “I love my Christmas present.”

“You haven’t opened it yet,” she whispered.

“I’ve done plenty of opening and a little decorating, too.”
He worked his hand under the lapel of the coat and squeezed her breast. “Can’t
wait to get you upstairs. I’m on the thirtieth floor.”

“Yes, sir.” She leaned into him and moaned.

A bell dinged and the car stopped at the seventeenth floor.
He moved his hand and covered her. Another couple entered the elevator. The man
had his face buried in the woman’s neck and her hair obscured her face. They
slammed into the far wall and resumed kissing.

Jordy removed his Santa hat and placed it on Allyson’s head.
He eyeballed the man in the corner. Something about the guy looked familiar.

The couple stopped making out and the man sniffed the air.
He turned his attention away from the woman as the car started moving again.

“Hey,” the guy said. “Funny meeting you here. Want to trade?”

The woman on his arm giggled. “Blake, are you serious?”

“He’s not,” Jordy replied. He kept his tone firm.

“First Christmas together?” she asked. “Or did you meet at
the party?”

“My wife wanted to visit Vegas at Christmas. She won me
over.” Jordy squeezed Allyson again. He wondered if Allyson would catch the
extra meaning in his words. He’d make his feelings plain enough once they got
to the privacy of his suite.

The woman grinned. “Christmas in Vegas is always magical. We
don’t have snow or the cold as much as other places, but you can’t beat the
fun.”

The bell dinged, but not for Jordy’s floor. He bit back a
groan and hoped Blake and friend would get off there. He wasn’t fond of the way
Blake seemed to devour Allyson with his eyes.

Blake stared at Allyson a bit too long for Jordy’s pleasure
before Blake allowed his female friend to tug him out of the elevator.

When the doors shut, Jordy sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Allyson turned in his arms. “You’re being territorial
again. I don’t like him.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. I’m not sharing you.”

“I wouldn’t go with him. I want you. You’re my sir.” She
smoothed her palms over his chest. “I want Christmas with you in all our
favorite kinky ways.”

Jordy kept her in his arms and swatted her ass as the car
came to a halt. The doors opened to his floor. He helped her out of the car and
escorted her down the short corridor. He knew just how he wanted to finish
unwrapping his present. “Merry Christmas, babe. Ready to play?”