Dangerous Desires | 18+

Chapter 2

*Edited*

It's the next day now. I enter the club wearing a red backless dress and heels. I scan the room for Alexander and am confounded as I see him up on stage with a girl wearing a little more than me.

I watch as he spanks her and drips hot candle wax onto her breasts, making her squeal.

Those hands. I just want to be at her place! No, I need it!

I look back up at the stage to see Alexander staring right at me. A smirk plasters across his face. He continues handling the girl, throwing her around through rough and ragged movements. There is something irresistible about his complete power over her and how badly she wants it.

Damn. I WANT what she's having! I NEED it!

Alexander stops teasing her. The crowd, previously murmuring, goes silent in anticipation. He looks the crowd over and suddenly his gaze fulls upon me.

"And for the next part of the show, I'll need an assistant. Volunteers?" Alexander questions. He scans over the entirety of the crowd but his gaze ultimately falls on me once again.

Well if I gotta work here, I have to understand how things are done, right?

Burning up under his gaze, I feel the need to raise my hand. My arm shoots up before I can think twice and he calls me up on stage. Tingling from excitement, I stride up to the stage and climb up on the surface..

"Nervous?" he whispers in my ear. The heat emitted from his breath sends shivers down my spine. "No" I reply instantly.

I lie. I am super nervous.

"Pass me those cuffs" He demands as he points over to a table. I gulp as I look at the table covered in restraints and toys. I pass the thick leather cuffs to Alexander and he deftly but roughly binds the models hands behind her back.

She yelps at each tug, but soon it begins to sound like moans. "Mmmhm" She cries out. Alexander leans over and whispers in a voice like warm molasses. "Is that tight enough?" He questions. "Yes, sir" The model replies. He looks at me again and with his eyes locked on mine, he tightens the rope a little more. "Think you can escape?" He asks. "N-no sir" The model replies.

"Go on, try it" Alexander orders.

He hangs back and watches as the girl huffs. She struggles to free herself and gets red in the face as sweat beads on her forehead. Alexanders hawkish smirk completes the image.

I shift from one foot to another as wetness spreads between my thighs.

I want Alexander to talk to me like that.

"Luna, ice" He commands. I pass him a small platter with big, slightly melted ice cubes. He takes one and puts it on the models chest just above the breasts.

The model cries out again.

Shit, shit, shit! Stop moaning, girl!

I feel my nipples harden at the sight, imagining that cold cube against my own chest.

Meanwhile, Alexander slowly slides it between the girls breasts, painting a cold wet trail on her skin. She takes heavy breaths and looks up at him in excitement. His attention, however, turns to me. The mischievous look he gives me spells it all out. Alexander sees right through me.

"Everything alright Luna? You seem to be... bothered somehow" Alexander says, smirking in my direction.

I bite down gently on my lip.

"Me? No, im fine" I answer.

Fuck... This is too hot. Too intense. I cant bear it anymore.