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Author�s Note: Christine and Erik have married at some point before this.
Dance For Me
Large well-muscled arms wrapped around her waist, and drew her back against an equally as sinewy chest. Warm breath hit her ear as a large, cold hand grasped her long brown hair and brought it to rest upon her other shoulder.
�Dance for me,� a tenor voice requested, his lips dancing across her sensitive earlobe. She sighed, knowing fully that it was not a request, but a demand. He always got what he wanted, and in return, what did she get?
Nothing.
Nay, that was wrong. She received immense pleasure from him, something she couldn�t imagine anyone else could give to her. With this in mind, she settled back against him, her hands over his on her tummy.
�I�m no longer a dancer,� she told him gently, closing her eyes. �I�m a singer.�
He tightened his arms around her and whispered menacingly, �Wrong. Not a singer� A diva.� He smiled against her ear. �The best one that ever lived.�
She sighed and shrugged. �Whatever you say.� She honestly didn�t know what to think of herself. He was an excellent teacher, that, no one could deny; but she wasn�t exactly the most agreeable student.
He spun her around then, and squeezed her hips as he moved provocatively against them with his own, and pressed his forehead to hers. �Good. And I say you dance for me� Now.�
�Impatient, are we? Lucky for you I feel the need to humor you. Go wait in the sitting room while I prepare myself.� She slid her hands down his chest and smiled slyly before turning and moving to her bedroom.
When she emerged not five minutes later wearing a thin see-through pale blue gown, she found him sitting in his favorite chair, leaning back with his shirt open, and his hands resting on the arms of the velvet cushioning. She grinned and moved towards him, an eyebrow rose.
He watched with a coy smile as she swung her hips as she moved towards him, and as she reached him, placed her hands on his shoulders. She threw her head back, her dark curls falling past her rear, and arched her upper body into his face as she swung from side to side.
She turned then, and threw her upper body forward and down, touching her toes and then slowly moving to an upright position, her hands sliding up her body as she did so. She turned her head over her shoulder and grinned slyly at him, before moving her whole body around to face him once more.
She dipped and thrust her hips forward as she stood slowly, then beginning to do long-learned ballet moves, adding seductive twists and turns to them as she proceeded.
She rotated her upper body and threw her arms up into the air, and then swept them down behind her as she hopped to a different spot. She spun around in circles, and stopped to blow him a sweet kiss, as she moved forward to him once more.
Her hips were right against his nose as she held the sides of the chair and threw her head back, sliding a knee between his thighs in the chair and arching her back so that her breasts would be thrust into his face.
She heard a low growl then, and felt herself being pulled to sit upon his hard muscled thighs. She clutched the back of the chair and moved to roll her womanhood over his hardened bulge, moaning softly as she did.
She felt his warm tongue slide out against her collarbone, and on down to encircle her nipple through the lace fabric of her flimsy see-through nightgown. She moaned and threw her head back once more, but stopped as she realized she was letting him have his way� again.
That would change, tonight.
She tugged at his jet-black hair and pulled away, sliding off his lap.
�You�ll have to try harder than that, my love.� She grinned as she stepped away from the chair, and he glowered at her, inching forward as if to stand. �You will dance for me,� she told him simply, eyebrow arched.
He grinned then, and stood, beginning to move closer just as she moved back. �My, how the tables have turned. What used to be a wife submitting to her husband is now a husband submitting to his wife.�
Christine smiled wide and placed her hands on her hips as he drew closer. �You�ll dance for me, then?�
Erik nodded, stalking towards her as a predator would its prey, a ravenous look on his face. �I�ll show you a dance.�
With that, he pounced on her and sent her to the ground, and held her hands above her head. As he lifted her gown over her thighs, he raised an eyebrow and gave a sheepish smile.
�Shall we dance?�
FIN