Buy Me: The Complete Series (Mistress Auctions #1-3)(75)
When I get to the front of my casino, I run to my Audi and slide in. I don’t think about anything other than getting to my Bunny as I throw it in gear and hit the gas.
Pulling up outside the Snake Eyes, I keep my keys and give the valet a hard glare. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t touch my car.”
I hear him mumble, “Yes, sir,” as I walk through the entrance.
“Took you long enough.”
I hear Charles’s voice and turn around to see him standing just to the right of the entrance. I want to rip out his throat, but I’ll do it later. Right now I need my woman. “Where is she?”
“She’s about to go on stage.”
About to go on stage? I don’t f*cking think so. Fine, if she wants to keep dancing I’ll just buy out every one of her shows and sit in the audience alone for every single one of them.
Charles holds up his hand, and I stop what was going to be a tirade.
“I’ve already canceled the show but she doesn’t know it. I thought maybe you’d like to see her in action one last time.”
“One last time?” I ask.
He gives me a cocky smile and tilts his head to the side. “I’ve decided to release her from her contract. Her understudy can take over.”
I should feel guilty, but all I feel is relief. I can’t stomach the idea of her onstage every day in front of men who think about nothing but f*cking what’s mine. I nod slightly and unclench my fists. “Thank you.”
“I’ve been where you’re at. I know what it’s like to have the one you want run from you.”
I make a move toward the stage, and Charles reaches out to stop me. “I’ll have them tell her the show is empty before she goes out because I wasn’t sure she’d be here today after what went down last night. She’ll think it’s just a rehearsal. She won’t see you because of the lights.” I nod my thanks but before I can go, he smiles at me. “A bit of advice. Use rope next time. Worked for me.”
He lets go of my arm, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s not a bad idea. Tying Tiffany up would definitely keep her right where I wanted her.
When I get to the empty theater, I close the door behind me and make my way down to the front. I sit a couple of rows back and in the middle so I can get the best view. After just a few moments of waiting, the curtains pull back, and the spotlight hits her.
My beautiful woman is illuminated onstage like a diamond goddess. The crystals on her bodysuit sparkle in the light and highlight her lush hourglass shape, exaggerating her curves. I’m hard as a rock and she hasn’t even started moving. She’s wearing four-inch heels, which make her ass look even more perfect, and as the music starts, she begins to move to the beat.
The music is simple at first with just the sound of fingers snapping. The beat flows into the song Fever by Peggy Lee, and my dick hardens. Tiffany starts to slowly swing her hips as Peggy sings about being on fire and needing to be held.
Tiffany flips her blonde waves over her shoulder and looks out to the audience of one, winking in my direction. I know she can’t see me from here, but it feels as if she’s dancing just for me. I feel her energy from the stage, and I rub my hand over my jean-covered cock as I watch her move across the stage. I remember the way she moved against me last night. She’s pure sex on the stage, and I’m thanking God that Charles released her from her contract. No way could I stand by and let her do this for anyone but me. If she wants to keep dancing, I’ll build her a f*cking stage in our house.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I have to hold my chest to keep my heart from escaping. It goes without saying that I have to keep my tongue in my mouth because damn, my woman can move.
After the song ends, she comes to the front of the stage and bows her head. The spotlight goes out, and I stand, clapping and whistling as loud as any crowd of five hundred could.
She pops her head up and makes eye contact with me before looking around in confusion.
“Ethan? What are you doing here?”
I run up and jump on the stage like I did so easily last night. Only this time, instead of throwing her over my shoulder, I take her hand and pull her backstage to her dressing room. It’s not hard to find. I saw it yesterday when I tore through here. I pull her inside and lock the door behind us.
Looking around the room, I see dozens of vases of flowers, and I want to get mad, but I need to focus. “We need to talk, Bunny.”
7
Tiffany
He came for me.
Ethan pulls me over to my dressing room vanity, and with one sweep of his powerful arms he sends two vases of roses and most of my make-up crashing to the floor. Not missing a beat, he grabs the front of my costume, easily ripping it from my body. The thin material is no match for him.
He pushes me toward the vanity. I brace my hands on the counter as he comes up behind me. I see him reach down to his waist, and I hear the sound of his belt being undone. Suddenly, I feel his cock nudge me from behind as he slowly pushes inside me, up to the hilt. Once he’s inside me fully, he leans over my back, his big body engulfing me. I look up at the mirror and see his dark intense eyes locked on mine. His fierce expression sends a chill of desire down my spine.
One hand comes around and lies on top of mine as he locks our fingers together. The other hand brushes my hip, then slides over to my stomach, where he rubs me.