Page 5 of Into the Blue

Lying back on the loveseat just to the right of the bed, I relax in the silence of the sound-proof room and wait for the blingy woman to finally enter.

Diamond.

Everything about her glimmered and I like flashy things.

With everything I’ve had to do to earn the title of King, I deserve a treat.

This jawn is one treat I need to take a bite out of.

I hear the click of the door and look up to the sound of the club’s music coming in and disturbing my brief moment of peace.

Her legs catch my notice first and I take a slow perusal of her. Again.

Still just as good as I remembered the view being.

“Shall I put something on for us, baby?” Her sultry voice slips around me like silk as she approaches a tablet on the wall which must control the sound system in here.

“Nah, not baby.” I tell her. “Blue.”

“Blue,” she purrs. The sound of my name on her lips is a welcome one. Each deliberate step my way, creating a sway in her stride I can’t look away from.

I don’t know what this woman’s doing to me, but I can’t keep my eyes off of her.

“Well, Blue…” she runs a finger over the chains at my neck and falls into the loveseat. “I’m Diamond.”

It’s graceful and easy for her to drape her body over mine. Her ass in my lap and her legs crossed over the arm of the seat. Warmth radiates off of her, but it's the smell of magnolias that lingers around her, causing me to lean in.

I blow a small bubble with my gum as I assess her.

Not one ounce of intimidation comes off this girl. Like she already knows me or, more likely, she doesn’t know enough to be afraid.

She takes two dainty fingers to my lips and before I know it, my gum is in her mouth.

My hand finds her thigh and the soft give of her supple skin underneath my palm distracts me for a moment. “What is it you came for, if not my playlist?” She blows a bubble herself and I’m still stuck on the fact I’m no longer in possession of my gum.

There’s a gentle pull from her at the longest chain on my neck that catches my attention again.

“You’re new,” I say. My voice coming out thick with the fantasies of all the ways I want her blaring through my mind.

Big, brown eyes blink up at me. “To this club, yea. But every club is the same after a while.”

She’s not drunk or high or anything. All the dancers are usually one or more of those things.

I meet her eyes and they’re unguarded as she looks back at me. “That right?”

She nods, slowly. “Unless you have somethingnewto show me…” There’s a tease in her statement.

Maybe it’s a dare.

Something new? I can do that.

“Stand,” I tell her and she gets to her feet. With a hand on her hip, and the blue reflecting off her brown skin, every one of her delicious curves is on display.

“Spin.”

She’s the picture of desire as the little skirt has risen just a bit for me to see the deep cleft of her ass is peeking through.I want to bite it.A little glimpse of the black g-string she must have on under this thing is all that separates her from my touch.

When she’s returned to facing me again, she asks, “Will I do?”