Page 150 of Dance of Devils

I shiver, my breath catching as raw need coils and tightens in my stomach. I swallow, nervously glancing around the dark auditorium, lit only by a few dim stage lights.

Standing here talking to him this close is dangerous enough. But…that?

“Kir—”

“I said pull your fucking tights and leotard down, little sinner,” he murmurs darkly. “To your knees.”

I jolt, gasping when his hand rears back and gives me a little smack on the ass.

“Now.”

My eyes bulge as I look at him in shock.

“What?!” I hiss quietly. “Kir, I’ll be naked?—”

“Yes, I suppose you will.”

His eyes lock with mine, his lips curling dangerously in the corners.

My body trembles and shifts, my thighs squeezing together and my blood pumping like fire through my veins.

“I saidnow, little sinner,” he murmurs.

I take a shaky breath, looking right at him as I reach up and pull one of the spaghetti straps of my leotard down over my shoulder. I do the same on the other side, and then slowly peel it down my body, over my chest. Kir’s eyes drag hungrily over my breasts and nipples, making the heat in my core coil even tighter. I push the material down my torso, then over my hips, my face exploding with heat as I shimmy a little to get it down my thighs to my knees. Then I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my tights and do the same with them.

I tremble, hugging my nakedness as I stand there in the middle of the third row back from stage, my skin throbbing under his gaze.

“Lie across my knees. Face down.”

My heart thunders in my chest, rattling in my ears as my pulse goes off the rails. I swallow heavily, my body humming with need.

He sits back in his chair, spreading his arms casually across the backs of the seats on either side. He takes a calm breath before looking at my eyes, wide and trembling, but eager.

“Now, little sinner.”

My pulse is pounding so hard as to make my body shiver as I lower myself down and bend across his lap. My nipples drag over his trousers, my midsection pressed to his muscled thighs.

I jump when I feel his hands touch me—one tracing between my shoulder blades, the other resting on my ass. He teases his fingers over the cheeks in slow, deliberate circles, making my core clench with aching need as heat floods between my thighs.

“Oh, and I almost forgot.”

He shifts, removing his hand from my shoulder to reach into his jacket.

“I believe you left something of yours in my suit pocket this morning.”

My eyes go wide, cheeks flaming as he dangles the pink thong from his fingertip, right in front of my face.

“Open your mouth.”

A low, throaty moan builds inside me.

“Open. Your. Mouth.”

I do, even knowing what’s coming. I whimper when he stuffs the lacy thong between my lips like a gag before sliding his hand back and twisting it in my hair.

“You’re going to count totwenty,” he murmurs darkly.

I mumble through the lace that I can’t talk clearly with my panties in my mouth. Kir’s eye glint as he smiles at me.