Dance for me

Super short lil story

You step out of the shower, the cold from the marble tiles under your feet sending shivers down your spine as you him to the beat of the seductive music coming from the speakers in your master bedroom.

With only a towel wrapped around your slender figure, you shuffle out to your bedroom, the plush red carpets under you engulfing you in a wave of comfort. The beat drops and you sway your hips, moving around the room.

Your hands latch onto the pole in the center of your room and you drop your body down and pick it back up. Suddenly, a tingle runs down your back as you hear a slow, purposeful applause. You whip around, your hair flying behind you.

Then you see him. Leaned back against your balcony door, cigar in his mouth and hood pulled up.

His green eyes gleam in the dim LED lights. "Don't you know better than to leave your window open, darling?" He asks, his voice low and malicious.

Subconsciously your hands tighten around your towel that does nothing to cover your long legs. "How'd you get in?" You growl. He chuckles and slowly trails his eyes over your body, not missing an inch. He blows out a puff of smoke and raises his eyes to meet yours again. "I told you the last time we fucked that it wouldn't be the last. Now, baby..." his eyes trail along your body once again, oblivious to the heat creeping up your neck, despite the pit of loathe burning in your stomach.

He takes a step forward, just as you take a step back. Even if he was half way across your room, it didn't stop your heart from racing with anticipation or suspense. His quick strides allow him to cross the room with ease.

As if out of habit, he grabs the slender column of your throat and slams you up against your bedroom wall. "You're gonna dance for me like a good little girl."

"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" You fire back, his words adding fuel to the fire burning inside you. He chuckles, and you know from the sound it's dark. "Oh darling, we both know you don't need a warning to get on your knees."

Your face flushes with fury and embarrassment and you shove him back, but the impact does nothing to do much as move him. "What do you want?"

A smirk spreads on his face as he looks down at you. You, baby. I want you to dance for me. And don't stop. Not until I say so." You hesitate, then grudgingly mutter out a 'whatever.' He pauses, and leans forward so that his breath brushes against your ear with the slightest temptation.
"One more thing..."

"What's that?" You ask, releasing a sharp breath.
"You're gonna do it naked."

Lmk if you want part two