Preying on You (4 page)

“
I don’t do sex,” I said
without hesitation.

“
Then we have our answer.
Proceed.” He turned on his heel and walked back toward his chair.
It creaked as he sat down and I gaped at him, unsure how I had just
lost that battle.

“
I didn’t agree to
anything.”

“
Come, come, Ms.
Hildebrand. We both know that the money is enough to tempt you. Why
else would you have climbed those stairs in the first
place?”

Damn him for being so observant. Smug
intelligence leaked from him and it set me on edge. “And you? What
part do you play in this game?”

“
Game?” I could hear his
amusement at my choice of wording. “I am merely a
spectator.”

I marched over toward him, rounding
his leg to stare down at him, hands planted firmly on my hips.
“You’re a voyeur, is that it?”

“
Something like that.” He
lifted his face from the shadow and I was caught in his hypnotic
gaze. Steel gray, a perfect blend of ice and metal that left me
stunned and oddly wanting. I wanted to lift the mask and see what
lay beneath. To look upon the real him. I guessed that he felt the
same way about me.

He reached into his pocket and
withdrew a fat money clip and tossed it at my feet. I refused to
take the money and admit defeat. I had more pride than
that.

Even the way he paid me had changed.
Asserted more control. It felt...dirtier. Just the way I assumed he
liked it.

“
Get over here then,
Gorilla,” I called over my shoulder.

The man lumbered toward me. I glanced
around and realized there was nowhere for him to sit. “Where do I
put him then?”

He smiled. “Use him as your
pole.”

“
Oh, for fucks sake.” This
just went from weird to mental in five seconds flat. I watched him
for a moment and realized he wasn’t joking. Turning to look around
me I discovered that my pole had been removed entirely from the
room.

I grabbed the body guard’s hand and
pulled him up onto the mini stage before Mr. Dorian. Amber colored
lights shone up from the back of the stage, illuminating
us.

Tapping my lip, I stared at the
bodyguard for a moment. How the hell was I supposed to use a giant
of a male in place of a smooth, slick pole?

“
Strip,” I
commanded.

“
Excuse me?” Cullen’s eyes
widened as he glanced between me and his employer.

“
If I’m going to use you to
rub on then I’m not taking any chances of getting zipper burn. Down
to your skivvies!”

Cullen’s hesitation had me doing a
mental fist pump. At least I wouldn’t be the only one uncomfortable
about this crazy show. After a curt nod from Mr. Dorian, Cullen
began to disrobe. I stepped back to watch him remove his pants,
shoes and socks, enjoying the heat of embarrassment that rose along
his neck and seated comfortably in his cheeks.

“
That’s a good boy,” I
purred, walking slowly around him, trailing my fingertips across
his broad chest. He flinched under my touch but didn’t pull back.
“Now stand still and remember, poles don’t touch.”

Mr. Dorian settled into his chair as I
pulled Cullen’s shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His chest
felt like a rock wall under my fingers as I circled him once more,
getting a feel for him. He was tall, broad and not an ounce of fat
on him.

Maybe I could work with this after
all. Now that I stopped to really look at him, Cullen was pretty
hot.

Closing my eyes for a split second, 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 the one holding me. He’d seen me
naked before when I danced but I imagined this time was more
intense. It wasn’t my own hands on my body, but
Cullen’s.

The body guard’s fingers shook as he
took hold of the clasp. I smiled as it slipped free and seized the
body guard’s hands. “Slowly,” I cooed as I leaned into him so that
when he drew my bra away his fingers brushed against my
nipples.

The air in
Pussy Cats
was kept on
the cool side intentionally for two reasons. One, because the men
tended to overheat and two because men liked hardened nipples. It
gave the illusion that we liked them pawing at us.

Mine grew hard under Cullen’s touch
and an involuntary shiver rolled through me. “Toss it
aside.”

He did so as if the material might
burn him. With a taunting smirk at Mr. Dorian, I turned my back on
him and wrapped my arms around Cullen’s neck.

“
No touching...yet.” I
swayed side to side, brushing my nipples against his chest. He felt
warm against my skin. His jaw clamped down and his hands fisted at
his sides as I rocked my hips in to tease his prominent
erection.

With each pass I felt his lusts
mingling with a fierce need for approval from his employer. He
wanted to touch me. Needed to.

I wanted to see just how far Mr.
Dorian was willing to take this game. Since I’d already been paid
for a little heavy petting he might as well get his money’s worth.
I was started to get turned on myself by that point.

Turning in front of Cullen, I wrapped
his arms around me, placing his hands just below my breasts. He
could feel the weight of them resting on his hands but I held him
still. Not moving higher or sinking lower. I ground against him,
rocking my hips so that his erection slid down my backside. I
squeezed to increase the friction. His breathy moan was a wash of
warmth over my shoulder.

My client looked as if he might fall
off the edge of his seat. His hands gripped his knees tightly as I
slowly lowered Cullen’s hands, gliding over the smooth plane of my
abdomen. I selected one finger and ran it just along the hem of my
panties, low enough that he could feel the heat from between my
thighs.

“
Don’t,” he hissed in my
ear.

He was right. His employer’s body
language had shifted from arousal to threatening.

“
As you wish.” I tossed his
hands away and turned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my leg
around his waist. Once I was sure that he could handle me, I
mounted him and waited for him to shift his stance to take on my
weight. I rode him slowly, giving Mr. Dorian a clear view of what
could have been if I had accepted the ten grand.

Heat began to pool between my legs as
I stared into Cullen’s tortured eyes and I realized that I was
definitely aroused. By him. But more so by this fucked up client
watching me like he’d like to join in. Aroused by the magic that I
wielded over both of them at the same time.

My nipples tingled and my thighs ached
as I pumped. Cullen was forced to wrap his hands under my ass to
hold me so that we didn’t tumble backward. I heard a sound of
disapproval from behind me but it was faint.

I could smell Cullen’s desire, smell
the masculine scent that clung to him as a sheen of sweat formed
along his body. His erection felt hard as granite as I ground my
clit into it, taking a little pleasure for myself.

“
You got me?” I asked.
Cullen met my gaze, tight and barely guarded as he
nodded.

I tucked one foot into his hip and
then the other, using my hands on his shoulders to hoist myself
higher. On a normal pole I had mastered the art of holding myself
upside down. I was curious to see just how strong Cullen could
be.

He widened his stance as I did a sexy
body roll, bringing my belly button in contact with his lips. I
felt the tremble in his lips as I repeated the movement three more
times. Each time his lips puckered to kiss me back and I knew I had
him. He was putty in my hands and I was beginning to think that I
was ready for a little bit more myself.

“
Don’t drop me.” I lifted
one leg up his arm and placed it over his shoulder. I could feel
the stretch in my hip and leg. His hands settled on my hips to hold
my weight. Once I felt secure I let him hold me and I wrapped my
other leg around him, locking my ankles.

Cullen held me before him and I stared
at him, truly amazed at his strength. “Lower me down.”

He did so slowly. I could feel the
heat of his breath against my thighs, mere inches from my throbbing
center. I wanted him to touch me. Fuck the deal. I needed
mine.

As I sank back against Cullen, with
his erection pressed against my cheek, I saw that Mr. Dorian now
stood at the base of the stage, his hands clenched at his sides.
Confident that my grip on Cullen’s neck would be enough to hold me,
I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, showing him how I
liked to be kneaded.

Mr. Dorian’s jaw went solid as he
watched Cullen tweak my nipples under my guidance. I curled inward
just enough to grind my center against Cullen’s chin. At little
higher and I would reach his lips.

Would he kiss me there like he did my
naval? Would he dare give me what I wanted in front of his boss?
Would Mr. Dorian allow that?

Turning my head, I brushed my cheek
against his erection and smiled. Yes, I could make an exception for
a guy like him.

“
Enough!” I glanced up at
the hard gaze of those steel gray eyes. Cullen’s hands instantly
dropped back to his side and he went rigid beneath me. There was no
room to second guess my client’s order so with Cullen’s help I
rolled back and slowly lowered my legs, sliding my breasts over his
face as I found my footing on the floor and stepped
back.