Farfalla Nera

Chapter 3.

Theo Pov

After Melanie left my office this afternoon I continued my work. I couldn't stop thinking of how I was going to toy with her tonight. It would definitely be worth all the trouble I went through to own her. I pack up my things and get ready to head out of the office. Angel silently trails behind me. I told her I would escort her to the club tonight.

The driver opens the car doors for us and she slides in first. I get in behind her and close the door.

"Are you going to hurt her?" she asks as we ride to the club.

"Not in a way she won't like" I answer simply.

We arrive at the club and make our way to the underground. We ride the near-silent elevator down to the exclusive half of the club.

Once we step off were greeted by a large man."Mr. Marcel, Welcome back"

I nod my head at him and grab Angel's hand. She tilts her head downward sure not to look anyone in the eye out of respect. We walk toward the stage that is currently occupied by one of the dancers I never cared to learn the name of. I take a seat at one of the chairs near the stage. Angel kneels beside me.

"Go get me a drink sweetheart" I command.

"Yes sir" she gets up off of the floor and goes to the bar.

"I am honored to introduce our next dancer, She's been off the stage too long for all of our likings, Your favorite girl..." The crowd cheers already knowing who was coming out. "Miss Black butterfly herself has chosen to grace the stage with her presence tonight. Please give her a warm welcome everyone" The Dj announces eagerly.

Angel comes back with my drink and goes to kneel again.

"Good girl, Have a seat" I gesture toward my lap. Her eyes flood with relief and happiness. She takes a seat and nestles in. Melanie takes the stage walking across the platform slowly swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music, cheering and whistling coming from every direction. The once empty seats around the stage were now filled. Everyone wanted to see her.

Watching her dance was always mesmerizing.

"She's good isn't she, sir?"

"Amazing" I watched as she swung around the pole holding an arm out resembling a real butterfly. It was a beautiful sight to see. The golden cuffs displayed on her arms and ankles were glowing under the lights.

"Wow," Angel whispers.

Another song began, it was a slower pace. Her hips swayed from side to side, her arms swung freely as she danced around. It was almost as if she was flying.

She gazed upon the crowd almost as if she was searching for someone. She finally found who she was looking for staring directly into my eyes. She walks down the steps seeming to come in my direction her eyes still on me. She stops twirling around and takes a seat on the man next to me.

She rubs her ass on him feeling up her own body, truly putting on a show. The crowd whistled as she dropped down in front of him tugging at his belt. She bites her lip her eyes still trained on me. Tease.

She climbs back on the man's lap facing him this time trailing her hands up and down her bodysuit thing. I knew exactly what she was going to do next. I shoot daggers in her directions shaking my head. She better fucking not.

She undoes her top thing and her breasts spill out, she smirks still staring at me. She turns her eyes back to the man who was sweating bullets. She takes his hands and puts them on her breasts making him rub them. She rides his thigh to the rhythm of the music. Bad girl.