Mine

Prologue

The music was pounding in my ears. I felt the vibration flow all through my veins. I expertly swayed my hips to the sound of the instruments. I was used to this routine. I loved the eye contact with the crowd. I loved the desire they had in their eyes. It enticed me, inspired me to be the best.

Silver eyes, cut me in two.

I focused entirely on him. He held my gaze, strong, and full of intent. I had been warned that powerful dominant males frequented this establishment and he was no exception. I could feel the power exude from him to my position on the stage.

It was almost as if he had an invisible string drawing me to him. I danced my way over completely hypnotized by his beauty and power. I swayed my hips until my butt was right between his legs. I wanted him to feel every move I made as I enclosed the distance and increased the speed at which I rocked my hips, vibrated my abs, and worked my belly dancing harder than ever before.

When the song ended, I attempted to walk away. I was slightly embarrassed, but I also wanted him to be thinking of me while I went backstage. I felt a firm grip on my wrist twisting me back around to face his steely lightning orbs.

"Bend over," he gestured to his lap.

I gasped. My bottom lip trembled. I found myself terrified and utterly excited by his words. I knew what he was. I knew what he liked.