Submit (Surrender #2)(47)
Author: Melody Anne

The lights dimmed and the music started as a giant projector screen dropped down in front of the red velvet curtains hiding the stage, and two sensual women sauntered through a burning X on the video they were playing.

Wearing only G-string panties, garter belts with fishnet stockings, and minuscule bras, they gazed out at the crowd through the large screen with take-me expressions on their faces. Oh, this was going to be so good…

As the video ended and the screen began rising, a sensual music started filling the room from the strategically placed speakers, the pulse of the music pumping through Lia, making her body hum in anticipation.

When the screen disappeared into the top of the stage, the curtains opened and the real show began — seven incredibly hot women in hats, suit jackets and tight pants strutted their feminine curves out onto the stage.

Lia’s eyes were drawn to the performers’ gorgeous bodies as their sultry movements carried them around the stage. Shane took a sudden interest in his shoes after loosening the top button of his shirt to help him breathe. The more uncomfortable Shane became, the greater Lia’s enjoyment.

As the performance progressed, the dancers started shedding clothes, a pair of pants flying off the stage and landing in Shane’s lap. The tiny thongs the women were wearing covered less of their bodies than Lia’s most immodest swimsuit, but the way they moved was exquisite.

By the middle of the first song, the women reached up and unclasped their bikini tops, pulling them free and exposing their br**sts. Shane’s head immediately went down again as he squirmed in his chair.

Since the girls were now wearing far less clothing than when they’d started the song, Lia was worried Shane might have a heart attack. Being there with her was probably about as pleasant for him as sitting through a poetry read. If he could watch this show and still not take her afterward, the situation was hopeless.

Thank you, Rachel!

“They’re just boobs. Half of the population has them,” Lia taunted, and he lifted his head long enough to send her a quelling stare before he resumed looking at his feet. She put her hand back on his thigh and rubbed her fingers against the soft material of his pants.

When her hand brushed against something hard, pure joy possessed her. She was going to get the benefits of that impressive erection.

Lia tried to memorize some of the dancers’ moves over the next thirty minutes. The women undulated across the stage, and the closer they approached to her and Shane, the more he tensed up. When the performers got to a scene involving a bed and lots of lots of hip movement, Lia was ready to jump into Shane’s lap and show him some of her own choreography.

Halfway through the performance, in the middle of a dance featuring flight music and the girls in skimpy flight attendant costumes, one of the dancers moved directly in front of Shane and held out her hand. He glanced up, mortified.

“Go with her — don’t make her look bad,” Lia hissed, and Shane reluctantly stood and followed her up onstage, where she had a large lounge chair waiting for him. The dancers wiggled around him for a minute before wheeling him and the chair behind the giant screen.

When they brought the chair back out, Rafe’s buttoned shirt was hanging open and his face was grimly expressionless. His eyes connected with Lia’s, and they were promising punishment.

She could hardly wait.

When the show ended, Shane grabbed Lia’s hand, pulling her from the theater and straight to the front of the hotel, where he made a beeline for the open doors. Ignoring the people passing by, he dragged her out to the sidewalk and began to walk briskly toward their hotel.

“Aren’t we taking the car back?”

“No. It’s not far and I need fresh air.” Shane said nothing else as they practically ran down the street, passing drunk and rowdy vacationers.

By the low growl in his voice, Lia knew things were about to get hot and heavy. Excitement mingled with apprehension. What if it weren’t as great as she expected it to be? What if the two of them had zero chemistry when it — or rather they — got down to it?

She’d been picturing this moment for years, and now that it seemed to be arriving, nerves were overcoming her. Doubts and fear crept in as Shane and Lia neared their hotel. What if he were to just dump her off at her room?

If he didn’t take her after she’d put herself out there so boldly, she was done. She’d gone with the man to a topless burlesque show, for goodness’ sake. If that didn’t get him in the mood, she sure as heck didn’t know what would.

With insecurity now crowding in to help fog her mind, she began to imagine he was going to dump her off and then go find some floozy down in the casino. Anger swamped her other emotions as they entered the lobby of their hotel and he made a beeline for the elevators.

When they reached their floor and he made the long walk down the hallway, she was prepared for the fight. She’d demand he either step up and come in her room, or stay away from her for good.

“Listen, Shane —”

Lia was cut off as he inserted the key in his door, and used his body to shove her through. The next thing Lia knew, she was pressed up against the wall. Shane bent down and consumed her mouth.

Finally!

There would be no interruptions, no self-consciousness, and no regrets. This was her night to finally feel Shane’s power as he took her right over the cliff of pure bliss.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t resist you anymore,” Shane gasped as he reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her dress in one mighty pull. It took only seconds for the sleek material to pool at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her teal lace panties and high heels.

“You’ve been taunting me for too long.”

“I want you, Shane. I’m not afraid to admit that. Now, shut up and take me,” she demanded as she reached for his shirt. With no patience to work the buttons, she grabbed the material and yanked, satisfaction filling her as the buttons flew off, the fabric tore and his chest was laid bare before her.

Lia bent forward, running her tongue along his breastbone, tasting his salty skin and kissing every inch of him he allowed. She kissed her way to his pecs, biting down on his nipple, making him yell.

“Mmm, I can play rough, too,” he said as his hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her head back, once again taking her mouth. His fingers wrapped around the dainty lace of her panties and tore them apart, the wisp of material dropping to the ground, leaving her nearly bare to him, only her high heels left.