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 fucking 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.
I try to push my ass back against him, wanting him to move, but he has me pinned in place, just holding himself inside me. I’m unable to wiggle even an inch because he has me held so securely, something that seems to be so easy for him.
“This isn’t you, and I don’t fucking like it, Foxy.” The name trips off his tongue with utter distaste. “No one knows you like I do, Bunny. We may have been apart for ten years, but if you’ve felt for me even a tenth of what I’ve felt for you over the years, then we were never really apart. You’ve been with me every second of every day.”
I just nod my head. It’s all I can manage to do with the knot that’s forming in my throat. He’s always been with me in everything I do.
“You hide behind your make-up and costumes, pretending to be someone else because, like me, you’re living in an empty home, keeping everyone at arm’s length. We’re not being ourselves because we can’t be ourselves. We’ve both had to be someone different because without each other we aren’t whole. The people we truly are aren’t really there unless we’re together.”
Tears roll down my cheeks as we stare at each other in the mirror, connected in the most intimate way. He’s right. I have no idea who I am without him, and I don’t care if that makes me sound weak. I don’t want to stand on my own two feet. I want to need him, and I want him to need me just as much.