Fragile Truths by D. H. Sidebottom, R. M. James Page A

me a glimpse of her black lacy bra as her dress fell away from her chest.
    Her friend smirked and elbowed her before they both pressed a button and picked up the mics. I groaned as Rihanna’s, ‘S&M’ started over the din in the room.
    My throat jumped and my stomach clenched as Frankie lifted her eyes and fixed them on mine. Her chest heaved as darkness overcame her with each word she sang.
     
    ‘Feels so good being bad, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
There's no way I'm turning back, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Now the pain is my pleasure 'cause nothing could measure, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.’

      She was eating me alive with her eyes and her words. The way she sang was soft but so full of sin that I was soon picturing myself ripping the mic away from her mouth and replacing it with my tongue. My breathing sped up as she haunted me, her long lashes sweeping across her cheeks occasionally when she gave a slow blink at me, her seduction working and heating my blood so much I felt like I was internally on fire.
     
    ‘Love is great, love is fine, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Out the box, outta line, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.’

   Her hands slowly moved down the side of her body as she sang, her fingers curling smoothly over her stomach as she encompassed the slight roundness then made her way upwards and slowly over her breasts. My eyes glued to each of her movements, my chest restricting tightly, my teeth gnawing at my lips as I became aware of how much she wanted me.
    This was not good.
     
    'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it,
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but chains and whips excite me.’

     I was starting to tremble as I fought with myself over her. Fuck I wanted her; I needed her with a starvation and craving I had never felt before. Her body called out to me, its sensuality taunting and provocative as she continued her flirtatious show; except it wasn’t a show, it was real, very fucking real.
     
    ‘Na, na, na,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it. Na, na, na,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it.’

     I could feel her winning, knew I was going to give in. I lifted my eyebrow at her and cocked my head slightly in question yet couldn’t stop myself from smiling wickedly when she gave me a slight nod of her head. I placed the bottle on the bar beside me, slid off the stool and made my way slowly over to her.
    Her eyes widened then became hooded as her arousal peaked with the realisation I was giving her what she wanted. I couldn’t fight her any longer, telling myself I had waited way too long for this, had watched her and never allowed myself to even dream of touching her, but tonight, tonight I was a slave to her, her calling was too great as my body obeyed her and I caved.
     
    ‘Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on,
It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong,
And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah, ah, ah,
I like it-like it.’

    But the thought of taking her like this, just a random fuck to her, was also crippling me. She deserved more than just a fuck; she deserved to be worshipped, idolised and adored. She should be with someone who could give her the life she deserved, lavish her with not just monetary things but love and adoration.
    But tonight, at least for the next hour, I would allow myself this. She would be mine.
    Finally.
     
     

Frankie
     
    The conflict in his eyes was confusing me. I watched each emotion relay behind those stormy brown eyes as his jaw clenched tightly; arousal, hesitation, need, denial, and something remarkably akin to awe flashing across his stunning face.
    He was just raw, unadulterated sex. His chiselled jaw was stubbled with a dusting of growth, his