"Shhhh," Kieran murmured, his arm around her waist as he guided her quickly toward the bathroom. He shut and locked the door behind them.
Genesis looked over her shoulder, her face damp with sweat, hair sticking to her skin, heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
She had barely finished her dance and was listening to Miss Reneta's corrections when Kieran had walked towards them. His blue eyes locked on her, and her heart had started pounding like a war drum. He whispered something to their instructor, who nodded eagerly. Before Genesis could react, he grabbed her and started leading her away—straight to the bathroom.
Stacy, Calista, even Daisy and a few others had looked on in surprise.
Now, his hand was wrapped around her waist again, guiding her to the sink. She could feel him pressing against her from behind.
She turned to look at him, shaking her head, but he leaned down and kissed her, sucking softly on her lips. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.
She felt her front press into the sink, and his hand moved to her neck. That was something she noticed about him—he liked holding her face, one hand nearly covering it completely, the other wrapping gently around her throat. The sensation sent tingles through her stomach.
He pulled away slightly, looking at her with a mixture of lust and admiration.
"You looked so sexy dancing. I wanted to take you right there," he muttered.
But of course, he couldn't. Not only were there others watching—there were also children. No matter how much he wanted to, he held back.
She shook her head, and his grip on her neck tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her shiver. His eyes burned into hers like twin storms.
"Fuck, princess" he growled lowly, his forehead resting against hers. "I'm losing my mind."
As he spoke, his hand moved. He pulled down her wrap skirt, and she let out a quiet gasp. Her pop socks followed, leaving her in just her white panties—the ones he had chosen for her.
He slid his hand beneath them and felt the wetness pooling already.
"You're already so wet," he muttered, pushing the fabric to the side and exposing her to the cold air.
Genesis shook her head and glanced at the door. He turned her chin firmly back toward him.
"Don't worry. No one will come in. I won't let anyone see you like this. And if they do by accident…" he paused, smirking, "they can pay with their eyesight."
Her eyes widened.
He chuckled. "I'm kidding, Princess."
Relieved, she relaxed slightly—until his fingers slowly sank into her. Her head fell forward, eyes closing, but he gently pulled her face back up, guiding her to look in the mirror.
She stared at her reflection—flushed face, pink cheeks, glazed eyes. She tried to look away again, but he wouldn't let her. A second finger slipped inside.
She shuddered, grabbing at his hand, but he took hers and placed it behind her, pressing her back against his chest.
"Relax, Princess. I'm going to make you feel good."
She shook her head, her gaze flickering anxiously to the door again.
The sound of his belt unbuckling filled the room. He pulled himself out, and when she tried to look, he gently turned her face back toward the mirror.
"Don't look."
He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, circling her soaked opening. She gasped at the sensation.
And then—he pushed inside.
Warmth enveloped him. He groaned, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them as he pulled her right leg up, resting it on the edge of the sink. Her pussy was fully exposed to the now, her pink folds wrapping tightly around him.
He thrust in, hard, all the way. Her body jolted from the impact, and she shivered.
She bit her lip, and he met her gaze through the mirror with a smirk.
"Now," he said as he pulled out slowly,
"this is where you belong—impaled on your husband."
He slammed back in. She rocked forward, almost hitting the mirror, but his hand on her throat steadied her.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thrust.
Each time he moved inside her, Kieran whispered something filthy in her ear.
"I'll fill you up with my cum and then send you back out to dance—
With it still dripping from you.
And every time you twirl, you'll think of me."
He pulled out again and thrust back in, deeper than before.
Tears welled in her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. Kieran grabbed her jaw, and his smirk deepened at the sight of her tears. He glanced at the mirror, then lowered his hand to where their bodies were joined. He watched intently as she dripped onto the floor, mesmerized by the sight of himself sliding in and out of her.
Nothing could compare.
Meanwhile, just outside the bathroom door and at the end of the hallway, Jaden and a few of his friends were walking down, heading toward the boys' restroom—which happened to be close to the ladies' room.
They joked and laughed as they walked. The others passed the ladies' bathroom without a second glance, but Jaden slowed, stopping right in front of the door, his brows furrowing.
He thought he heard something.
Frowning, he stepped closer to the door. The others disappeared into the boys' restroom, but he remained behind.
He stood there for a few seconds, head tilted slightly. Just as he shook his head and began to walk away, a strange sound made him freeze.
A soft, rhythmic clapping noise.
He turned back slowly and leaned in, curiosity growing. He reached for the door handle—it was locked.
He pressed his ear to the door.
Nothing.
Maybe he imagined it.
He was just about to turn away again when he heard it:
"Now be a pretty little wife and take it."
His eyes widened.
That voice.
It was familiar.