Dancing with a Rich Man

Keya P.O.V

Grammy had gone crazy shopping and ordered all the new appliances and furniture for the entire house! She ordered herself a new bed set for her bedroom. Also new bunk beds and dressers for me and my siblings. Complete with plush mattresses and these luxurious bed sets with matching drapes. And they would deliver everything next week. I thought she had gone a bit overboard, but Manny had given her more money to get whatever she wanted. He's really been a blessing. She's been very depressed since her husband left her to be with his mistress and their young daughter. Being cast aside caused her health to go downhill. She started stress eating and gained a bunch of weight. I mean, yeah, she has given birth to 8 kids, but she was still kind of in good shape. But after he left her, she just didn't care anymore. She had been with him since they were preteens! So it really screwed up her self-confidence, self-esteem, and trust in men. She's been looking for a guy, but nothing serious. Just a 'Dip' to kick it with. When I asked her what it meant, she said. "Just a guy that dips in. Gives me a lil somethin' somethin' and then he dips out. No strings attached, no drama." Oookay, sooo not my cup of tea, but do what makes you happy Grammy.

When we got back to the hotel. I helped Grammy and my Stinkers pack up their things and get ready for bed. Back in our room, Manny had most of our things packed up by the time I made it in there. So I went to use the bathroom. I hear his deep, husky voice through the door. "Hey, I got some music for us to dance to tonight." Oh, I bet he did. "Ok, I'm almost done." He thinks he's slick! But I know he just wanted to get his hands on me again, smh. He hasn't touched me since I told him to put me down earlier. I opened the bathroom door and there he was, standing outside the door. With only some boxers on! Hot Damn He's Hot! I'm still amazed that we're actually together! I see these veins under his skin near his V and they disappear into his boxers. My mouth waters. He chuckles gently, takes my hand, and walks backward, leading me into the room. He licks those luscious lips while his grey eyes roam me up and down slowly, possessively. That signature smirk eases on his face as he taunts. "Let's see if you really know how to dance."

He turns to the dresser where I see he has a radio. He presses play for a CD to start. I like the music so I ask, "Who is this?" "Santana. It's their Live album from 1968. And my Mom's favorite band." Oh, "That's cool. My Grammy loves their music too." He smiles softly and tells me, "We're gonna start off with the easiest dance first, Merenge. I'm going to lead, and you follow my movements." I nod and he holds my right hand and we start moving to the beat. The song is up tempo and for him to be such a huge guy, he is very limber. He frowns at me, complaining. "You're too stiff. You need to loosen up, Mami." The next thing I know, he blows on me. Why does he do that? I squeeze my eyes shut while slightly shaking my head. I don't know why, but him blowing on him actually helps. I feel my muscles loosen up and I relax into the moves. He chuckles encouragingly, "Yeah, there you go, Mami, just relax and have fun." I smile and we dance to this song three times. Because he wants to make sure that I got the steps down.

Next, we dance the Salsa to the song, Evil Ways. He moves so professionally with me. At first, I struggled to keep up, but he was so patient. Each dance seemed more sensual than the last. We danced the Bachata, and it was fun and fast-paced. Next was the Samba, and he also taught me how to Rumba. Those two were very romantic and intimate dances. And a lot harder to master than the first three, but after dancing to them three times each. I was moving as smoothly and confidently as he was. I'm happy to say I got it! He gazes down at me intensely. "I'm so proud of you, My Keya..." He huskily confesses while dipping me back slowly. My back arches as his lips leave wet, warm kisses from my chin down my throat to my cleavage. My breathing increases as moans spill from my mouth. He presses me closer to his hot, hungry mouth as his tongue licks around to my Spot. I whimper, my legs gave out, and I feel a billion goosebumps erupt on me as two sharp teeth skim over that very sensitive area. My brain is in a fog as I feel his teeth start to sink into my skin...

From a distance, I hear Ja'el growl. 'Well, Goddess Damnit!' I'm instantly placed in the Spirit Realm. But I still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. Then I'm ripped out of my dazed state when I hear Ja'el yell. "Manuel, NO!" Then she pushes him back with so much force that he collides with the dresser! Making the radio bounce and the CD skip. I believe that angered Kane. Because he snarls coming forth and what I saw next was the weirdest shit ever! I was looking into Kane's eyes. I see his huge furry head and upper body. But the lower part of the body was still all Manny! Like what in the hell? Kane growls and lunges forward. His two front paws cage me up against a wall. But not backing down, Ja'el snarls harshly, "I will not, and I repeat. WILL NOT allow you to Mark OR Mate us until she is of AGE!!"

They were both growling at one another so fiercely that the whole room shook! Windows rattling, bed shaking, our phones fell to the floor, luggage falling over. It was crazy and intense, but we eventually got them under control. Jeez! After ten minutes or so, Manny nervously asks, "Did you still want to dance?" What, for real? "Do you still wanna dance?" He shrugs, "Well, you were the one who said that you were gonna teach me how to Step." Oh damn, I did. I am getting sleepy and we got a long day tomorrow. But I agree because I always try to keep my word. So I go to show him the basic steps and this fool already knows them!