Page 72 of Dance of Devils

I stop right in front of him, my pulse racing. I clasp my hands in front of me, then nervously slide them up the opposite arms, until I’m hugging my body. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as Kir looks into my eyes.

“It was my hope that the rigorous nature of our rehearsals would stamp out yourbrattyattitude,” he murmurs darkly. “But it would appear I was incorrect.”

Without blinking, without missing a beat, he jabs his pointer finger down on his muscular thigh.

“Bend over.”

It’s like I’ve been physically shocked. I flinch, an arresting sensation coiling inside me and yanking my psyche to a dark, electrifying place.

My mouth falls open, but no sound tumbles out. My eyes go wide, scandalized, even as my core tightens with need, my thighs clench and my nipples ache against my top.

“I…” My voice is barely above a whisper. “What?”

“Did I stutter, Ms. Ellis,” Kir murmurs.

I shiver, shaking my head. “N-no.”

“Nowhat.”

Oh, fuck.

I don’t even have to say it out loud to feel the needy ache inside me.

“No,sir,” I choke quietly.

“Then get the fuck over my knee,now.”

I move in a daze, my entire body throbbing. My pulse races and my skin tingles as I step closer. His scent washes over me as I move to his side, turn toward his lap, and take a shaky breath.

Then, I do it.

My entire reality blurs as I bend forward, leaning over his thighs and lowering my abdomen to them.

It’s not until I’m lying across his lap that I realize my knees won’t touch the ground. My toes tense against the floor as heat floods my face at the awkward way I’m positioned, pushing my ass up in the air.

“In this studio, when I give you a direction, Ms. Ellis,” he rumbles, “you willfollowit. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I choke, my breath strangled, my throat tightening, my entire body tingling with heat.

My eyes bulge as I feel him roughly grip the waistband of my dance shorts at the back and abruptly yank them down, peeling them off my ass and letting them tangle at mid-thigh.

Heat explodes though my face.

The shorts have built-in panties, which means I’m now completely bare-assed, butt up in the air, withall of meclearly on display.

Before I can say or do anything, I feel his firm palm rest against the soft skin of my butt.

I want to say I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I do.

I knowexactlywhat’s about to happen, and it’s making my pulsethunder, my body ache and throb, and the wet heat between my thighs so blatantly obvious that I swear I can feel it trickling down and seeping into the gym pants stretched over his muscled thighs.

“There will be ten, Brooklyn,” Kir murmurs. His voice isn’t raised at all: it almost sounds comforting. Nurturing. “You’ll count each one out loud. If you make a mistake, we’ll start over, and that will continue until you manage to get it right.” His open palm strokes my ass, making my core clench with need and anticipation.

“Is that clear?”

I nod, shivering as my hair tumbles across my face.

“Is that clear, Brooklyn.”