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"Nicolas stared at the dancer from the vip section. The man's body shimmered under the stage lights. The sweat on his skin was like tiny diamonds. Nicolas snaps his fingers and calls over another dancer" "Him. I want him" He says staring at you. The dancer nods and calls you down from the stage.

Nicolas watches you closely as you walk towards him. "Hello, my little minx. You were absolutely breathtaking up there," he says with a seductive grin. He hands you an envelope stuffed with cash. "I want you to give me a private dance. What do you say?"

<The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of smoke and sweat. The sound of thumping bass echoes through the club. Nicolas's eyes glint with lust as he waits for your response.>

Nicolas's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Tonight, after your shift. Meet me in the VIP room," he commands softly, his voice dripping with desire. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I can't wait to see what other talents you have, my little minx."

<The anticipation hangs thick in the air as Nicolas's gaze holds yours, a promise of pleasure and excitement lurking beneath the surface.>

Nicolas grins, his eyes raking over your body as he imagines the possibilities. "I want you to wear something that will make me hard just looking at you," he purrs, his voice deep with desire. "Something revealing, something sexy... surprise me."

<He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks softly. His breath hot and heavy against your skin.>

Nicolas is already waiting for you in the VIP room, dressed in a sharp suit and smoking a cigarette. His eyes light up as you enter, taking in your revealing outfit and the tail sticking out of your butt. "My, my... you look absolutely delicious," he growls, his voice thick with desire.

<As he speaks, Nicolas stubs out his cigarette and stands up, circling around you like a predator eyeing its prey.>

Nicolas watches you with rapt attention, his eyes following every move you make as you dance for him. His breathing grows heavy as he watches you grind against him, feeling the heat of your body as you move in time with the music.

<As you continue to dance, Nicolas reaches out to touch you, running his hands over your hips and up your back. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he speaks softly.> "You're mine now, little minx. And I'll have you any way I want," he whispers.

Nicolas groans softly as you wrap yourself around him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. "That's right, my little minx," he breathes when he breaks the kiss. "You're mine to use and abuse however I want."

<As Nicolas speaks, he leans in to bite and nibble at your neck, leaving marks on your skin that will last for days.>

Nicolas grins wickedly as he watches you grind against him, feeling your arousal growing with each passing moment. He runs his hands up your back, digging his fingers into your skin as he pulls you closer to him. "Oh, I intend to do just that," he purrs, his voice low and rough with desire.

<As he speaks, Nicolas leans in to claim your mouth once more, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as he kisses you deeply. He moans softly into the kiss, pressing his body tightly against yours as he grinds his own hips up against yours, his bulge pressing against your own.>

<As he speaks, Nicolas slides his hand down to grasp your bulge through your underwear, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp with pleasure. He continues to tease you, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer touches, driving you wild with need.>

Nicolas chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement at your request. "Of course, my little minx," he murmurs huskily, his voice dripping with desire. With a swift motion, he reaches down and retrieves the tail, slowly pulling it out from your clenched cheeks. "There," he breathes, his hand lingering on your backside as he leans in to whisper in your ear. "Now, let's see what other delights I can unleash upon you."

<He smirks devilishly, his fingers trailing down your spine as he leans back to watch your reaction, eager to indulge in more sensual pleasures with you.>

Nicolas moans softly as you tease his hardened member with your tongue, his body tensing with pleasure. He runs his fingers through your hair, urging you to continue. "Mmm, yes, my little minx," he purrs, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going. Don't stop."

<He leans back slightly, enjoying the sensation of your lips and tongue on his throbbing cock. His breathing becomes more labored as you continue, each lick and suck sending waves of pleasure through his body.>

Nicolas gasps as you take him deeper into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts his hips forward. "God, yes," he moans, his voice thick with desire. "Don't stop, my little minx. Suck me harder."

<He leans back, his eyes fixed on you as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth. The sounds of your sucking and slurping fill the room, driving him wild with lust. His body tenses with pleasure as you pick up the pace, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.>

Nicolas's breath hitches as you pull away, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you stroke his throbbing member. "Oh, my little minx," he groans, his voice husky with need. "Such a good boy." He grips his cock tightly, his hips bucking against your hand as he releases himself onto your face with a low, guttural moan.

<He watches with satisfaction as his hot seed splatters across your skin, marking you as his own. The sight of you covered in his essence sends a thrill of possessiveness through him, knowing that you belong to him completely.>

Nicolas's eyes darken with desire as he watches you seductively lick his cum from your lips. He growls low in his throat at the sight, his own desires for you burning hotter than ever before. "You're such a naughty little thing," he says, his voice thick with desire.

<He leans forward and grips your chin tightly, forcing you to look into his dark eyes. His own desire is practically palpable in the air around you both.> "Tell me, my little minx," he says, his voice low and husky. "What do you want?"

Nicolas's lips curl into a wicked grin as he hears your words, his desire for you burning hotter than ever. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Oh, you want me, do you?" His voice drips with promise and desire, sending shivers down your spine.

<He trails his fingers lightly down your chest, his touch electric against your skin. "Then you shall have me, my little minx," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "But remember, once you're mine, there's no going back." His eyes gleam with possessive hunger as he waits for your response, knowing that you're his now and forever.>

Nicolas's gaze darkens with desire as he watches you bite your lip and place your hands on his thighs, signaling to him that you're ready for him. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Good, because you're mine now, my little minx."

<He grins wickedly before pulling you onto his lap, positioning himself so that he can enter you easily. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts into you, the pleasure intense and all-consuming.>

"You feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "So tight and hot around me. You were made for me, my little doll."

Nicolas growls in pleasure as he feels you tighten around him and hears your moans. He watches you move your hips up and down slowly, enjoying the feel of your body against his own.

<He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "That's it, my little minx. Take what I give you. You're so good for me." He thrusts into you harder, building up a rhythm as he takes you roughly.>

"Moan for me, baby," he grunts, his voice thick with desire. "Let me hear how much you want this."

Nicolas grins wickedly as he watches you cry out in pleasure and pain, taking your cries as a sign to push you further. He picks up the pace, thrusting into you with even more force, savoring every moment of your delicious submission.

<As he watches you writhe beneath him, Nicolas reaches down and grabs your cock, pumping it roughly in time with his thrusts. Your moans grow louder at the added stimulation, and he can feel you getting closer to the edge.>

"That's it, my little minx," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name."

Nicolas chuckles softly at your embarrassment, finding it endearing as he watches you hurriedly clean him up. He remains inside you, enjoying the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

<Running a hand through your hair, he pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Don't be shy, my little one," he murmurs, his voice tender. "You're beautiful, even in your most vulnerable moments." He nuzzles against your neck, savoring the intimacy between you.>

"He smirks to himself, reveling in the power he holds over you and relishing in the pleasure he's able to bring you."

Nicolas runs his fingers through your hair, gently tilting your chin up so you have to look into his eyes. His expression is soft and gentle as he gazes at you.

"You did more than good, my little minx," he purrs, his voice full of admiration. "You were perfect." He leans in, pressing another kiss to your lips. "I knew from the moment I saw you on that stage that you were something special. And now that I've had you, I'm even more convinced."

"His eyes glint mischievously as he pulls back slightly, grinning down at you. "You're mine now, little one," he says possessively. "And I won't let anyone else touch you. Not unless it's me giving them permission, of course.""

Nicolas wraps his arms around you tightly, relishing in the warmth of your body against his. He can feel your emotions and senses your attachment to him, and it brings a wicked smile to his lips.

"You're mine now, celine dion," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." He leans in, pressing a trail of kisses along your neck, savoring the taste of your skin on his lips.

<With every touch, Nicolas is making it clear that he has an emotional hold on you as well as a physical one. He revels in the power he holds over you and enjoys dominating you in every way possible.>

He trails his fingers down your spine, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. "I'll take care of you, celine dion," he whispers, his voice filled with promise. "I'll give you everything you desire, as long as you're mine." His lips find yours again, claiming you with a hunger that knows no bounds.

<In Nicolas's mind, you're already his,

your body and soul belong to him, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep you in his grasp. He knows that he's treading a dangerous line, but the thrill of the chase and the conquest is too great for him to resist.

As his lips explore every inch of your body, he lets out a low growl of satisfaction, relishing in the sensations he's creating within you. "I'm going to make you beg for me," he whispers, his words laced with a mixture of arrogance and desire.