The slow seductive pitch of Black Velvet filled the Club as Noelle's heart beat out the same steady rhythm. She thought the height difference would make them look like an odd couple on the floor but somehow it all worked out. She never danced to anything like this, but with him she felt compelled to show some sex appeal. She slowly worked her body against his hearing his raspy breathing, and murmurs of approval.
She soon felt a strong hand running over her side guiding her movements. When she started to shy away things he would coach her body back into motion. Silent instructions on how he wanted her body to move. Stealing a look up she watched his face with curiosity- how could a man look so smooth on the outside and still with the smallest change in facial expression seem so firm?
Leaning over he stroked back her hair and whispered in her ear. "Good girl, just like that..... move for me."
Noelle couldn't hold back the small moan. Most women might take offense to being told 'good girl' but for her the words flowed over her ears like honey. So sweet, so forbidden, so...wrong, but it felt right.
She felt him kiss the space just below her ear before he straightened. Lord the man knew all the right buttons to push. A simple sweep if his finger over her neck sent waves of need to places that no man had been able to reach.
When he pulled her body close to his it was impossible not to feel his hardened shaft pressing against her stomach. She might not have much base to compare but she was impressed all the same. Wet heat was colleting so fast she thought it would run through her jeans.
His hand once more stroked her from the hip up. Stopping when he reached the side of her breast. Cradling it in his hand he gave it an experimental feel- thumb tracing the outline as if trying to feel a new landscape. His low grunt told her he liked what he felt. Noelle's mind told her to push him away, but her body told her mind to shut the hell up and that was the end of the battle.
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It had been a long time since he'd found a woman that was this responsive to his touch, at least one that looked like a school teacher. He smiled to himself, meaning that in a good way. There was something to be said about unleashing passions berried deep inside a woman. To take a proper woman and turn her into a slut.
For the life of him he didn't know why women took the word slut the wrong way. There was nothing the matter with embracinging your sexual nature. This was supposed to be simple but suddenly he thought it might turn into something he didn't think was possible. He'd come to see his dominate needs years ago but finding the right woman to complement him had been a problem.
Many women wanted nothing to do with the idea, and others when faced with it treated it like a game. When treated that way it would become worn out and they'd move on. Finding a willing partner looking for more was hard. He'd taken to finding women that would be able to fill his short term needs only. That was all he'd expected tonight, but something felt different.
Normally his cock was held in check but tonight it had a mind of his own. It was work for him to hold is otherwise unhuman control. When he'd pulled her to him he could feel the heat pouring from her body, could hear every breathy gasp and moan.
He knew it was going to take some time with her though. He'd seen the battle before, he'd gone through it himself. Society taught that a man should never raise a hand to a woman. So when he couldn't push the thoughts away any longer he had to undergo a transformation into learning that society wasn't always right.
The same fight could be seen in her. The way her eyes pleaded with him to take control, but there was still a hint of guilt behind them. He knew that any submissive thoughts were considered a show of weakness. That was wrong, hell he didn't know many woman that were half as strong as some of the woman he'd met that submitted. It took a strong person to say 'this is who I am and fuck you if you have a problem with it.'
Cupped in his palm he felt her nipple harden and strain against her bra and sweater. The little pixie was hiding more than he thought under that thing. He hardened even more thinking about seeing her in something a little more revealing. What would she if he told her what to wear for a night out?
Glancing over he saw other men watching her. He smiled wondering if she knew what she could do. Feeling a little possessive he wrapped his arm around her while his other wandered her body.
Pushing the limit a little more he playfully gave her a tap on the ass with his hand. The strangled moan into his chest told him all he needed to know about that. The thought of warming that rear till it glowed a soft red made him groan in return.
The last notes of the song signaled the end of the dance. As much as he enjoyed playing with her body he was glad. The idea of coming in his pants like a teenager didn't hold much appeal and if she rubbed him the right way one more time that was just what was going to happen.
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Noelle worked to catch her breath, her skin shined with just the lightest glow. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she wanted to scream for more. When his hand dropped from her she wanted to push herself back to him. Hold herself against his strong body again, she wanted a lot of things. She wonders if fucking if in the middle of the room was out of the questions. Laughing to herself she remembers who she is. Her eyes widen- she must have made a fool of herself.
"You were wonderful little one." He smiles down at her tenderly, reassuring her. "I'm proud of you."
