Was he teasing? She couldn’t read his expression in the dim light. She shrank back against the wall. “I’m staring because—because—”
Because you’re completely, ridiculously beautiful and because I’m insane.
And because I want to take you up on every one of those offers right now.
Chapter Seven: I Don't Know
Rubio could feel her shaking. He felt like shaking himself. Petra Hewitt, kinky? But some part of him must have known from the beginning. That was why he felt the instant attraction to her, the connection.
“I like your dress,” he whispered against her neck.
She pulled away from him. “We can’t do this. Definitely not. It would be totally...completely... inappropriate.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re ballet partners.”
“Yes, we’re ballet partners. This makes it even better. You’ve thought of it. I know you’ve thought of it.” He pressed his rigid cock against her, so she could feel what she did to him. “I’ve thought of it too. And now I learn you’re kinky... What do you enjoy?” he asked, to plan his scene with her. “What are your fetishes?”
“Fetishes?”
“Spanking, nipple clamps, latex, bondage, what?”
Her eyes darted around the room. “I like... I like a lot of stuff. Yes, spanking. Being tied up and...and submission. Submitting to...somebody.”
“You can submit to me, Petra.” She trembled as he traced along the curve of her shoulder. “Will be fun, I promise. I’m the best one here to play with.”
She shook her head, fake black hair brushing over her cheeks. How strange she looked, now that she was dark all over. Dark dress, dark lips, dark hair. She was the dark twin of light, sweet Petra. He cupped her cheek and held her close.
“Don’t kiss me,” she said.
“Okay. Don’t have to kiss to do a scene,” he whispered, staring at her lips.
She studied him with so many messages in her eyes. Embarrassment, guilt, panic, denial, but beneath it all, curiosity. Bent over a spanking bench, he thought, with her arms and legs restrained. He wouldn’t make it too scary, their first time together. After all, he wanted her to come back for more.
“I would like to spank you,” he said, taking the bold and direct approach. “I want to put you in bondage and punish you for being a bad girl. That would be fun, huh?”
Her eyes widened. “I haven’t been a bad girl.”
“Oh, please,” he said. “You’re a naughty, cock-staring girl. Everyone here knows it.”
She sucked in a deep breath, stealing another glance at his hardening tool. “I don’t want there to be any sex.”
“Why not? I’m clean. We’ll be safe.”
She squared her shoulders and tugged at the hem of her dress. “I’ll let you sp-spank me if you want. Do a scene with me out there.” She gestured to the equipment. “But no sex. I want you to put some pants on. Your hard-on is scaring me.” She shaded her eyes, like she hadn’t just been leering at his erection.
“No sex at all?” he asked. “You’re sure? You don’t think I’m sexy?”
“It’s the whole...the whole partner thing.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll put my pants on, but only if you take your clothes off.”
“What?”
He shrugged. “That’s my offer. I’ll dress if you undress.”
“Oh, we’re bargaining?”
He made a show of looking around. “No one cares if you’re naked. I don’t care. I already know your body anyway, all of it. I feel it with my hands every day.”
“The thing is, I’ve never done...I’ve never done anything public like this before.”
“Only your dress off,” he said. “My final offer. But it’s better if we’re both naked.”
“No it’s not, because we’re not going to have sex.” She pointed a finger at him. “I’m serious.”
“You don’t trust me?”
She almost said no, he could see it, but he’d never given her any reason not to trust him. Not in class, not in rehearsals, not onstage. He’d never once been careless or endangered her, or come close to dropping her, or done anything that might injure her. “I trust you,” she finally admitted in a grudging tone. “You’re just really, really... God, Rubio. You might poke out my eyes with that thing waving loose.”
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her across the room. He found his jeans by the back wall and pulled them on, stuffing his erection into the rough denim. It would go down in a minute. Or not.
A horse. He’d make her straddle a sawhorse, secure her arms over her head so she couldn’t flail around too much. And then...
He rubbed the front of his fly. This was going to leave him with a horrible case of blue balls, but if she didn’t want sex, he couldn’t force her. If he played this scene right, they could start a whole journey of pain and submission and, eventually, she’d want something more. Like in ballet, he’d partner her, hold her steady and guide her through the hard parts.
We can make perfection together.
She looked around self-consciously as he led her to the right side of the room, to a padded horse that was currently unoccupied. Strange, to see Petra without her usual confidence, but he liked her better this way. She was letting down walls, allowing him to see a sliver of her vulnerability. A sliver, that’s all she would give. When they stopped beside the sawhorse, he started gathering up the skirt of her dress. He could feel her legs shaking.
“Is okay,” he said. “We can stop anytime if you don’t like playing in public. But I think I can help you forget everyone else.”
She looked at him and then she nodded, letting him pull her dress up and off. Nice stretchy thing, like a dance costume. He flung it in the corner and took in the vision of his partner. Her black hair matched a sexy black bra that pushed her tits up in perfect little mounds. She also wore a black garter belt and stockings that had his cock surging against the constriction of his jeans. Who would have guessed Petra dressed like that under her clothes?
He pushed back her false hair when she tried to hide her face. How dark it looked against her pale skin. He would have taken the wig off but he had a sense she needed it, that she needed anonymity right now. Her lips were a dark-plum pout on her face.
Damn you, he thought. You’re killing me.
He traced the curve of her breasts over her bra, marveling at the silky texture of her skin. “Is okay to touch you?” he asked, beneath the throb of the music. “Even with no sex?”
“I—I guess so.”
He ran his fingers down to her waist, tracing the edge of the lacy garter belt, and then down the elastic fasteners to the tops of her legs. He knew her legs like he knew his own, knew their size and strength, but he never knew them like this before, with the sheer tops of the stockings sliding under his fingers. Her panties were black silk, and they covered far too much for his taste. He brushed the pad of a thumb, only one thumb, across the smooth gusset.
Her whole body reacted, drawing up with aroused tension. He just meant to tease her a little, but suddenly their bodies were vibrating on a whole other plane.