Dance For Me

Say My Name

*Cassidy POV*

"You like that, huh?" Corbyn releases the tight grip his has on my hip, gripping a fist full of my hair.

I moan as Corbyn slows down his pace, going painfully slow to his usual brutally fast pace.

"Say my name" Corbyn pulls my body up by my hair, pulling me off the silk sheets of the bed

"Corbyn" I gasp out from the pain that sends euphoria through my body

Corbyn's hand moves from my hair to my throat, blocking the blood flow to my head. His other hand wraps around my body, running down my breasts to my stomach, all the way to my pulsating clit.

"What's my name, Dove?"

My legs buckle as Corbyn rubs my clit in slow circles, sending my mind into over drive as he slowly moves his hips, pulling himself out of me just enough to make my toes curl.

I go to close my legs tightly from the sensation from his fingers but Corbyn's knee between my legs doesn't let them close completely. I grab onto his wrist to try to pull him away, when the feeling becomes too much and I know I'm close, but he doesn't budge.

I rest my head back onto his sweaty shoulder as I try to catch my breath.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He whispers breathlessly into my ear, licking along the side of my neck

"Yes daddy"

Corbyn pushes me back down onto the bed, holding a hand on the centre of my back, pushing me lower into the white sheets, blowing my back out as he returns to his fast pace.

"Cassidy?" I jolt up in bed to a loud knock coming from the other side of a random bedroom door.

"Hello?" My voice comes out groggy. Corbyn opens the bedroom door with a somewhat guilty smile.

"It's noon, I figured you'd probably want to get ready to go home now"

"Noon?" Flinging Corbyn's feather silk blanket off my legs, I spring out of bed, ready to race to see grandma.

"I'll give you a ride to your apartment" Corbyn holds out a cup of coffee, and I shake my head. I go to take off the sweater I wore over night but remember I have nothing underneath.

"I have to go to the club and get my clothes, I don't have time for coffee, I'm sorry" I walk to the bedroom door, noticing the slight disappointment on Corbyn's face.

"I'll drive you, just let me get changed" I follow Corbyn into his kitchen, where he places down the delicious smelling coffee.

Maybe I could stay for a bit longer.

"Do you have milk?" I ask as Corbyn heads towards his bedroom.

Corbyn turns around, showing off his muscular upper body and his pair of fleece bottoms hang low on his hips. He smirks, showing off just a bit of his teeth before nodding,

"In the fridge"

"No, really? I thought it'd be in the oven" I sass under my breath as I turn to the fridge

"What was that?"

"Thank you" I roll my eyes, pulling out his almond milk.

I pour a small amount of milk into my coffee and sit myself down on his marble counter top.

I lightly sip on the hot coffee, getting lost in thought of my previous dream when the click of Corbyn's front door sounds.

I peek around the small wall, blocking slight view of the kitchen to see the man who drove Jack to the condo. Jonah, I think his name was.