I fidget in my seat, as I stare out at the dance floor. Every time I move I feel the jewellery in my ass, that you insisted I wear. I'm also wearing a beautiful black slip dress, that you bought for me to wear tonight. I have somehow turned into your doll. You dress me up, between dressing downs. You carry me around, pull on my strings. How is it I've become your puppet, while you've become my everything?
And now, sitting next to you on the black leather bench, next to the dance floor, I am very, very glad I decided to be a good girl for you earlier.
I look through the crowd and catch a glimpse of the woman that watched us, last time we were here. That time that I was pinned back against my seat by you. While your fingers were inside my pussy, and her partner's cock, was inside her mouth.
Jesus, it's hot in here! My hand is on my thigh, my nipples now showing through the black silk fabric of the slip dress, as I remember that night. My hand trails further up my thigh, but my neck starts to prickle, and I realize that you're watching me.
'What are you up to, Little Doll?' You say as you stand up and turn to me, holding out your hand. Your eyes are soft, your smile warm.
I take your hand and follow you on to the dance floor. As you walk the crowd opens up in front of you. Are you even aware of that? Do you know the effect you have on the people around you? The way they accommodate you, clear a path for you?
You stop in the centre of the dance floor and snake a hand around my waist, pulling me close, moving in a symphony of chemistry, pulling me in, closer, ever closer.
I am wrapped in you, and we are wrapped in the music. Your fingers find my neck, and we start to move, the jewelry inside me, reminding me of your hold over me.
You've marked your territory from the inside. A place that no one can see, but still, it feels like there is a neon light flashing above my head, and with every step I take, it spells out, CLAIMED.
I close my eyes, lean further into you. Melting into your touch as the music thrums through me. When I open my eyes, the woman from earlier has appeared behind you, like a magician's trick, smiling her strange smile, as she places her hands on your shoulders, whispering beside your ear, her eyes still on mine.
Is she trying to take you from me? The look on her face tells me it's me she wants.
A smile splits your face. That must mean everything is ok. Mustn't it? You look across the dance floor, to a man, who smiles back at you. It's her partner. I recognize him from last time we were here.
Anxiety coils in the pit of my stomach. It's wrapped in anticipation, coated in desire, bound together with want.
'It's ok, Little Doll. She just wants to dance with us. I've got you. Just follow my lead,' you say, making me feel safe. 'You know I'll always put you first. You know you're my favourite.'
The anxiety starts to slide away, as the woman slides from your back, to mine, and I feel the heat of her body at my back, and your chest, at my front.
The three of us move as one fluid motion of chemistry. Her hand is on my hip, as your mouth lands on my lips, and I feel utterly adored. The feeling is delicious.
I close my eyes, push my ass back towards her. Her perfume is sensual and deep, it smells like liberation. My pussy starts to ache, intoxicated with oxytocin and desire.
Your finger loops under my collar, pulling me ever more closer to you, as my hands run across your back, between your shoulder blades, and her hands run across my breasts, trapping my nipple between her index and ring finger, she pulls, and I gasp, as your eyes flare with desire, and I feel you harden inside your pants.
'Fuckkkk,' I pant, and you grip your arm around my waist to keep my knees from bucking, and run your other hand up my thigh, cupping my pussy.
My eyes are on yours as you smile. Her hand is on my ass, as you slide my panties to the side. Her fingers make their way under the back of my panties, as your finger connects with my clit. Her fingers push against the stone of the jewellery inside me, as I lean my head on your chest, and concentrate on staying vertical.
I slide my hand around to her ass, grip it tight, as your teeth sink into my neck, and your finger sinks into my pussy. Making me cry out, losing myself in all the everything of the sensations. Fuck, I'm fucking losing control, in the middle of the fucking dance floor, surrounded by people, and I don't care.
Your fingers curl inside me, as her fingers drip down the inside of the neckline of my dress, stroking my breasts, as she says, 'Cum for us.'
I look to you for instruction, for permission, for the granting of a wish, and you nod, and mouth, 'One...Two...Three...'
Responding to your command my body explodes between the two of you as you both murmur incantations each side of my head.
'Yes, Baby,' she says.
'I've got you,' you say.
'You're doing so well,' she says.
'My perfect little doll,' you say.
My brain lights up with all the praise and reassurance, as I collapse between you, feeling adored and protected. Then I feel the toy as it's taken from me, and hear her say, 'Until next time...'
She disappears like a rabbit into a hat, slipping back into the crowd of prey and predators. She can be either, she can be both. That's the kind of woman she is. But I will always be prey for only you...
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