Exposed (5 page)

‘
Yeah,’ she says slowly, her acquired accent undergoing another change. ‘All there.’

I move towards her and put my hand between her legs.  Obligingly, she parts them and my fingers start to play with the soaking flesh.

‘
So Rumor, what shall we do with you?’

‘
Mr. Barrington—’

‘
Blake,’ I say persuasively, as I continue to explore the silky, wet folds.

‘
What about BDSM?  Are you going to teach me something about that?’

He looks at me over the rim of his glass.  ‘Why?  Are you interested in being a submissive?’

‘
I don’t know.  I could be.  What is it?’

‘
It’s a game.’

‘
I like games.  Start me off and I’ll tell you if I like it.’

He stops smiling, his eyes change, darken.  Very deliberately he positions his hand right in front of him, tips his glass sideways and allows the liquid in it to pour onto the table.  I watch the puddle grow on the table.  At some point before the glass is empty he stops pouring.  I lift my eyes from the spill and look at him.  His eyes are expressionless, watchful.  The silence stretches.  I break it.  ‘Well?’

‘
Clean it up,’ he says.

‘
What?’

‘
I don’t need to repeat myself, do I?  It is a punishable offence.’

For a moment I feel confused.  Was this the thing that has everybody hot up the collar?  Do I want to be his little slave?  The answer is obvious and immediate.  I don’t.  Definitely not.  But I’ll let it play a little more and see where this little game goes.  I turn towards the paper towels.

‘
Not with the paper towel.’  His voice cracks like a whip.

I turn towards him slowly.   Our eyes clash, a look of impatience about his.  What does he want me to do?  Clean the table with my tongue? The thought is unsexy, off putting.  ‘With what then?’

He leans back and folds his arms across his chest.  ‘With your sex.’

And suddenly I am wet.  The idea is shocking but incredibly, unbelievably erotic.  I step out of my knickers and walk towards him.  I pull myself onto the table and opening my legs slightly so he can see what I am doing slowly drag my sex across the spill.  Something flashes in his eyes.  When I have dragged myself across the liquid I stop and look to him.

He nods slowly.  ‘You, he says, and there is a touch of admiration in his voice, ‘are an excellent pupil.  You never do more than what you are instructed to do.’

I say nothing.  Just hold myself in that position.

‘
Now spread your legs,’ he orders.

I stand in front of the door of the master bedroom, left slightly ajar. Take a deep breath and push it open. The lights are dimmed. He has taken off his bow tie, opened some buttons, and is lying in bed waiting for me. He turns his face to watch me. For a moment I am floored.  He has made the bed with the red satin sheets that I ordered.

I close the door and flick on the fourth switch from the left. A spotlight illuminates the pole. His eyes swing to the pole then back to me as I walk to the stereo system. My CD is still there, on top, untouched. I slip it in and walk towards the bed. His gaze is locked on me. I was sleeping before he came. I am awake now. Unsmiling, I let my robe slip from me and fall around my boots.

There: there: that leap of desire. He wants me. That is what I needed to see. That live ember in the dying ashes.

The music comes on.
El tango de Roxanne
.

First the piano then the dramatic wails of the violin. A loud clap. More melodious violins. Then the voice, more raspy than sandpaper snarls:
The man who falls in love with her. First there is desire. Then. Suspicion. Then.
Anger. Betrayal. Jealousy, yes, jealousy will drive you, will drive you, will drive you MAD
!  I begin to walk towards the pole, my stride as strong and sleek as a Spanish dancer. A temptress.

I reach the pole and, as the throaty rasp roars
Rooxannnnne
I execute a perfect cartwheel and grasping the pole hard, throw myself into such an energetic low spin that it makes my hair fly into my face. I land on my legs open wide, almost in a crawl and facing the pole. Flipping backwards, the palms of my hands flat on the floor, I use my legs shaped into a V to hook and pull myself back onto the pole. With both hands I begin to climb it.

You don’t have to put on that red light
.

Every time my hands move up to grasp the pole and pull myself upwards, my head and neck dip downwards like a ripened stalk of wheat in the wind. The movement, I know, I have seen, is elegant and full of beauty. It is like ballroom dancing—all the grace comes from the dips the dancer makes before he takes his next step.

You don’t have to wear that dress tonight.

I get to the top as the singer’s scratchy howl fills the air…
Roxannne
.  I squeeze the steel between my thighs, the cold metal pushed into my pussy, and high in the air above him, I fling my hands out and let my body fall backwards into the air, my spine straight, my head upside down, my hair a waterfall of curls.

You don’t have to sell your body to the night
.

For the first time since I began on the pole our eyes meet, lock. It is dark where he is, but what I see makes the breath leave my chest. There is a look in the rebellious Barrington’s eyes that is starving hungry, but something else too. Something dark and raw. An intense desire blazes forth that cannot be resisted and refuses all attempts to rein it. Any effort to do so will bring insanity.

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