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CHANGING ROOM

Dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...

She had come away from Nigeria to Mexico hoping that he would never find her but here he was, in the crowd, watching her dance. She continued dancing with all her mind, desperate to complete the dance without allowing him affect her.

When the melodious tune of the Mexican singer ended, she gently bowed and listened to the uproar from the crowd. In a hurry to get away she missed her step and fell right to the ground. Ashamed and in pain she lowered her head and crawled out of stage.
Could today get any worse she thought to herself.

On getting to her changing room there he was. In all his masculine glory and power. His grey eyes blazing with both anger and lust. She knew just what he was thinking because she had seen the look in those eyes before. Long time ago she had been under the effect of that gaze but right now that wasn’t what she needed. She needed to hear his voice. She was dying to hear that voice even if it meant hearing him scold her but he wasn't saying anything.

"I leave you for an hour and I find you in another continent? Is that how much you need to get away from me?" His voice came out hard and cold.

“I'm sorry.” was all she said as she bowed her head in shame. There are things he would never understand and for his safety she wasn't going to tell him. She could live away from him but she couldn't live with the thought of hurting him. That was a given.

“Stop it. Apologies won’t cut it this time. I need you to fucking explain why every time I turn my back you run away. I need a fucking explanation Laura.”

"You won't understand." her voice broke. She was at the verge of breaking down in tears.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Talk to me. That's all I have ever asked. Just fucking talk to me Laura. Talk to me.”

“I can't.” At this point, she was crying. Tears were streaming down her face and she couldn’t hold them back even if she tried.

“You can't?” He took one step towards her and she backed. “Or you won't?” He stalked her until she was backed against the wall and he was less than an inch away from her lips.

Her senses were hyper with his cologne- Musty musk. She had bought him this as a random gift before she left and her subconscious did a backward flips. He was still wearing her perfume. Did he still love her or was it just a coincidence?

He tilted her head towards him and she saw his eyes soften. He always hated to see her cry. It was a deal breaker for him.

He groaned. “Fuck. Stop crying and talk to me.”

“I can't.”

And then he did the unexpected. He took her lips into his mouth and sucked them just the way he knew she liked to be sucked. He sucked her bottom lip and then bit it softly and continued sucking it. She couldn't help the moan that slipped out of her mouth. Her lips, her mouth, her entire being remembered their owner and submitted. She felt his hardness and her libido spiked with her heart rate.

“Do you feel me? Do you feel how hard you make me? Do you feel how crazy you make me feel for you?” he moaned into her mouth, sucking her bottom lips once again.
“Yes. Yes. I can feel you.” She moaned into his mouth.
“Now I’m going to bend you over and fuck you if you don’t tell me why you left me?”
She shivered at the thought of how big his cock was and how good he fucked her. After she left him, she had come to the conclusion that no man was ever going to beat him in the fucking department. The thought of having him once again made her wet.

“Your father.” She moaned in between as he slipped his fingers into her wet wonder.
His hands stopped moving instantly, his brain trying to get a grasp on why she was moaning the name of his father when he was bringing her to the hilt of pleasure.

“What do you mean my father?”

“He is the reason why I left.”

He was more confused. “Angel you have to elaborate on that sentence.” “What did he do?”

“He almost raped me and threatened me.”

“You mean…No.” he backed away from her, shaking his head vigorously. “That can’t be.”

She backed away from him too; hurt that he thought she would lie to him about something like that he thought she would lie to him about something like that. Couldn’t he see how much she loved him?

Realizing what he had done, he rushed to her, held her shoulders and tilted her face to his, “I’m sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry.” He took a deep breath, evidently struggling with his next choice of words. “Babe... Laura whatever you say I’m gonna believe you. I just need to hear you say it once again. Please tell me what happened.”

She went ahead to explain in great details how everything had happened. How his father had approached her with sexual invitations and she had bluntly turned him down. She reminded him how she had told him times without number that she needed to speak with him but apparently he had been too busy with running his empire. She recounted how his father had come in on one of those nights when he was on a business trip and had tried to have his way with her but a phone call from his company had saved her and how he threatened that if she told his son he will destroy the both of them. Knowing how much power the father had she had kept her mouth shut until he had tried to rape her again. She knew it was something that was going to keep on happening so she had to leave.

“Fuck. You should have told me,” He growled.

“And risk you losing everything? I knew if you lost everything then I had lost you.” She screamed back at him.

“Fuck everything. You are my everything. Why can’t you see that? I’ll risk everything to be with you. I’ll travel the ends of the earth to find you. I’ll do anything for you.” He captured her lips, trying to prove what he had said with that one kiss. Pouring out his soul into that kiss. Showing her how much she meant to him as he rolled her lips into his mouth.

“Do you have any idea what I’d do for you?” the huskiness in his voice proved the emotion he was trying to relay. He kissed her forehead. “I will walk into hell for you. I will do anything for you.” He kissed her cheek and her lips.

She wept. Wept for the man she loved with her entire being. Wept for all the time they had lost. For all they were about to lose but most all they were tears of relief and joy because somehow the universe has brought him back to her and somehow they were going to figure it out together.

‘Don’t cry my princess. I’m here now and I’m going to make everything right again.”

“I need you to make it right, now.”

“How,”

“I need you inside me. Now. That’s all I need,” She needed to feel his touch, his hands and his body. She needed that special intimacy that was always felt like the first time.

She needed to know that they still belonged together.  To know that she was his and he was hers. She needed him desperately.

He growled. She always knew how to bring out the beast in him. “Princess I need to hear you say it again.”

“I need to feel your cock inside me. I need to feel you pour yourself inside me and fill me till all I can think about is you.”

Beast mode activated. She did that to him. Only she could activate the beast in him.

He carried her to the only couch in the changing room and slowly spread her legs with his. By now her pussy was literally beating so fast in anticipation of what was to come.

“Princess I’m going to make you come with my mouth and then my tongue and with my cock and then I’m going to take you home. Are you ready for what is coming? Are you ready to quiver under my touch? Are you ready to take all of me?”

She was already quivering under his words. “Yes. Please I need you. Please Michael.”

He led her to couch and made her lie on her back. Gradually he removed every ounce of clothing she had on until she was spread out naked for him.

“Beautiful.” He moaned as he took in the sight of her flawless skin. His eyes took their time to appreciate the piece of art in front of them. He had always had an eye for beautiful art but this… her? She was exceptional. His hands hungered to trace the lines and contours of her but it was turn by turn. Now it was eyes’ turn.
She was growing impatient. Every part of her was burning with the need to feel his hands on her and in her but he wasn’t moving. She could feel the blush creeping into her skin with his intense gaze. Everything about him had always been intense and her whole body was anticipating the intense sex that was to come.

“You are so beautiful Laura.” She heard him say, interrupting her nasty line of thoughts.

“Michael!” she moaned with her eyes closed. She was definitely going to die out of anticipation.
She felt his hand creep up her thigh and she sighed in satisfaction at how good it felt.

It’s about to go down.

“Mine.” He took her mouth, his lips slanting over hers. She touched his chest and tried to murmur a complain about him being over dressed for the ceremony and she felt him smile against her lips.

He stood up abruptly from the kiss and unbuttoned his shirt in a speed that ridiculed flash. In split seconds he was back to kissing her, his naked body covering hers.

She touched his hairy chest with her fingers and he groaned into their kiss. Taking the kiss deeper, forcing his tongue into her mouth just the way she liked it while his fingers found its way to her clitoris.

At this point her body was feeling hotter than half of the yellow sun. She was heating up real quickly and it was all thanks to the man above her.

His dexterous fingers moved expertly in and out of her and her breath quickened. His mouth found her nipple, sucking gently, eliciting a moan out of her. His tongue flickered over her right nipple, turning them into hard pebbles. His teeth gradually sank into her hard pebbles.

“Michael!” tears fell from her eyes. All the pain and numbness she had carried in these last few months fell from her eyes. Like rain washes the atmosphere, her tears washed the pain she was feeling deep inside.

Her pleasure sky rocketed as he took in her left nipple and sucked deeply. God how she loved him.

His hands continued to pleasure her, taking her to the heights of pleasure and there it was, the climax she had been waiting for hit her with full force.  While she was trying to calm down from high she felt him move and the next moment his mouth was latching on her pussy. He tongued her clit with demanding focus, driving her up the hill again.

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