4

I've been with Kian for a day now and it still felt so surreal that I moved in with him. The surprise he had given me yesterday was also too much of a good thing. It wasn't that I wasn't grateful to him. On the contrary, I didn't even know how to thank him. It just wasn't that necessary to make so much effort because of me and to spend extra money for it. I knew he had plenty of it, but who was I to him? What strange man took a nineteen-year-old girl who had grown up in poor circumstances, had no schooling and was dancing half-naked in a club?

I knew that Kian was a special and kind person. I didn't know anyone else who had taken care of me like he did. He even insisted on going out to dinner with me last night. He spoiled me without asking anything of me.

Since the last time we were so close at the club, I've also felt the tension between us at times. When I tried the pole, I couldn't help noticing his intense stares. Or when we were eating and he briefly put his hand in mine and looked spellbound into my eyes. They were quiet little moments that had spoken so many words for themselves. Kian was handsome and quite well built for his age, but were these thoughts the right ones I was having for him?

I knew there was something. I just wasn't sure what it could be exactly.

“Princess, I have to go to work now. I'll be back in a few hours. If something is up, call me. My number is on the fridge.” Kian informed me before leaving.

Now the question was what should I do in his absence? I could no longer do my job because Kian insisted on quitting him. And I didn't have any other jobs. There was no point in tidying up the house since he had a maid who was responsible for everything.

So I decided to look around again. Although Kian had shown me everything, memorizing all the rooms was more work than expected.

I only knew where my bedroom, Kian's bedroom and my hobby room were.

I walked the hallways before going downstairs and arriving in the living room. It was very spacious and didn't have that much furniture occupying every corner. The large gravel gray sofa stood in the center of the room, which rested on a white fluffy rug. A large flat screen hung on the wall. Next to it is a high-gloss white wall unit, which was also attached to the wall. In the other corner were two large display cases with crystallized crockery. Some photos of Kian and possibly his family hung on another wall. In the same corner was a glass dining table and six gray chairs.

I walked out of the living room and then entered the kitchen. It was also kept in dark tones. In the center was a kitchen island, where four more chairs were spread out. There was a note on the large gray fridge with Kian's number on it. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and punched the number into my cell phone. After that, I peeked into the fridge, which was plentifully stocked with food. I noticed that I hadn't eaten anything today, so I decided to have a yoghurt, an iced coffee in a cup and some fruit. Besides, I thought about everything again. I wondered how my mother was doing without me? Had she even noticed that I wasn't there anymore? Maybe I should go visit her sometime.

Then my thoughts landed on Kian again. Surely he was exhausted after work, which is why I wanted to come up with something for him. It was supposed to be a little thank you for him. I immediately stormed back to the first floor and rummaged through my dressing room. Surely I still had my sets from the strip club somewhere. He would certainly look forward to a little show.

I chose a gray glittery lingerie with black suspenders. In addition I got my black Pleaser high heels, which I could tie up. I changed my clothes and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I looked damn hot, maybe too sexy for Kian. But it wasn't anything he hadn't already seen. I wasn't sure when he was going to be back, so I went up to my hobby room on the second floor. I practiced some figures and thought up a performance.

At some point I heard Kian's deep voice calling for me. I opened the door and called back “in the hobby room.” I heard his heavy footsteps running up the stairs. I immediately prepared everything and darkened the room back to a deep red. I positioned myself at the pole and played music. Kian stepped through the door before it slowly slammed shut. He looked me up and down until I asked him to sit down and enjoy the show. I started spinning and squirming. Kian watched me spellbound and I could see from afar how his eyes were blazing.

“I want you to come to me, Saphira.” came his hot, rough voice.

I didn't know why, but this had triggered something in me, so that my body started to tingle suspiciously. As soon as Kian asked for it, I slowly walked towards him and stood in front of him. “Sit on my lap,” he commanded again. I had to swallow hard because I didn't know this dominant side of him yet. But for some weird reason I liked it.

I straddled him before his hands reached my bottom. He looked into my eyes, which had turned an intense green. They were as beautiful as the emeralds.

“What do you want, princess?” he breathed close to my face.

His lips were only a few inches from mine and I immediately felt an urge to kiss him. Even when I could feel his middle between my legs, my pleasure pearl suddenly pulsated, screaming for more. For the first time in my life I felt the urge to have sex with a man. I wanted to know how he felt inside me and what he could do to me. I wanted to be loved by Kian like no one had ever done before.

And then the words left my lips without having thought about how to answer him.

“Kiss me, Kian.”