I could feel Dimitri's lips on my neck kissing me softly, his lips finding his way to my ear.
"Wake up milaya – it's time to play," he said softly.
"Hmm," I turned towards him and smiled, opening up my eyes I saw he was dressed in his Guardian uniform.
"Get dressed," he ordered, gesturing to the armoire. Opening it up, I could see he'd hung up all the clothing I'd brought with me. And in the center hanging on a coat hanger were my red panty and bra set and a pair of stay-up stockings. "I want you to give me a lap dance."
Oh! The week before when we'd been talking fantasies, he'd told me about his visits to a brothel. Or more to the point Ivan's visits.
"He only went two or three times when I was with him. He'd pick a girl and warm up with a lap dance, and then they'd go upstairs and have sex."
"Did you have one, too? A lap dance? Or a girl?!"
"No milaya - I was there to guard."
"I thought you said he was popular with the ladies? Why visit a brothel?"
"He was. He could have any girl he wanted. But he said sometimes it was nice for sex just to be sex. No strings attached."
"So have you ever had a lap dance?"
"No. Although it did look kind of fun..."
Dimitri had his back to me, clipping my phone into a speaker dock he'd knocked off from downstairs. Standing in his 'at ease' position, he was pointedly not looking to see what outfit I would select. I slipped into my bra, panties, and stockings, choosing a tight white button up blouse to wear over the top. I teamed it with a short black skirt and a pair of four-inch heels. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 4 pm. The middle of the night and the house was quiet.
Turning to the speaker dock, I flicked through the phone, quickly selecting two songs that I thought would do the job. Switching the music on, I kept it low – loud enough to be heard and set the mood but hopefully not loud enough to wake anyone else. When it started, I could see Dimitri tense slightly.
Walking over to Dimitri, I stood behind him - putting one finger on his promise tattoo, slowly running it down his neck, over his collar and down the center of his back. Looking at the side of his face I could see him smile, but he didn't move. I slowly walked around to the front of him – trailing my finger at about waist level as I did so. Standing in front of him, I saw him take in my appearance covetously.
"See something you like?" I teased, running my finger up to his chest and lightly pushing him as he nodded. Stepping backward as I pushed, he sat down on an armless dining chair he must have also brought up from downstairs, his eyes twin pools of lust. I'd been careful to move the chair to face the bed. I thought he might find the sight inspiring.
I'd worried I'd feel a little silly doing this, but seeing how excited Dimitri already looked gave me confidence. I wanted to make this really hot for him.
The beat of the first song was just starting to kick in. I'd intentionally chosen something with a slow beat. And something from the 80s which I knew he'd like - The Smiths 'How Soon is Now.' Not too fast – just the right speed to sort of saunter around to. And I kind of liked the lyrics.
Walking up to Dimitri, I saw him place his hands palms down on top of his thighs, swallowing as he looked at me. He looked so heartbreakingly gorgeous, and a little nervous.
Leaning forward, I touched him lightly on the lips. He kissed my fingertips, and I put them up to my own lips. Leaning down further, his eyes shifted to my breasts which he could see down the top of my shirt. Raising his eyes back to mine I lifted both my eyebrows giving him a challenging look – my stare saying 'oh you'd like a bit of that would you?'
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