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There were two potential landing points after a show within a stone’s throw from the venue that night. Damira rarely attended after-parties, but she had been coerced into an extension of the evening through a series of negotiations via text and was about to begrudgingly walk into someone else’s home.
Leo had first helped to release her from the proficiently rigged scarf that had characterized a corset for the evening’s show. She’d soaked the scarf through, and now the mid-size sedan became awash with breathings of burning leaves, cinnamon, and her sweat. This tantalizing perfume, coupled with her naked skin marked red and raw in places from the knots, was enough to make him beg for more time together.
“If you want me to take you home, I need to get on the expressway but would it be so bad to spend a little more quality time with me?” Leo loved his girlfriend, really he did, but the afterglow of performance was better with someone like Mira, especially with the looming notion of fatherhood at home.
Well worth the chastising glance she had cast his way were the glimpses of her form from headlights and the occasional functioning street lamp.
“Fine.” She relented before pulling a tank top over her head. The sighing response sounded as if it were a great imposition, but secretly she was happy he’d asked. Unbeknownst to this poor beguiled boy, Damira had made plans to see Nik that night.
The small venue with checkered floors didn’t leave much room for a game of hide and seek but suddenly He’d stood before her and requested her presence that night.
Unclipping her seatbelt at a stoplight, though you never actually stopped at those things, Damira, rummaged through her bag in the back, presenting Leo with a pleasant view before raising the seat and scooping her hair into a pen held updo. “So, where are we going?” She’d asked, but of course, she already knew.
After swiping a hoodie from the backseat and entering the abode, Damira had examined the accommodations, committing bathroom, smoking section, and hangout spaces to memory before settling into the last with her eager counterpart.
Nik arrived shortly after.
The two that followed behind Him slipped off their shoes and surreptitiously headed up the stairs. To the right was the kitchen, congested with raucous fans and a keg. To the left was a small sitting area within which Nik was pleased to find Damira.
Deep in conversation with another band’s frontman, Damira had her legs draped intimately over his lap. While he postulated, she posed, shoulders back Ankara escort and arms akimbo against the back of her corner of the couch. She had a look as if she seemed to be debating devouring him. With the decision made, she lifted her legs, shifted her body fluidly, and crawled to whisper in his ear. Nik watched the boy flush red as she overtook his lap, pulling his head forward and into a kiss. The subtle undulation of her hips stirred a wave of desire in Him as He watched.
“Ow! Damn Mira!” Leo pulled back, tentatively touching his bottom lip where she’d just bitten. The giggle she emitted tickled up His spine and spread to a warm shiver as she straightened, jumping from Leo’s lap.
“Relax…” Damira was reproaching the fretful fellow enmeshed in her ebbing enchantment. But Nik hadn’t stayed for the exchange, opting instead to take a quick circuit around the main floor of his temporary abode.
Stopping off for a drink in the kitchen and chatting with a few friends Nik made His way again to the edge of Damira’s perception. With His presence unannounced Nik kept the moment to Himself.
Damira’s makeup was muted by the perspiration of the pit. Her hair left loose and wild during the show now spilled down her right shoulder, smoothed and subdued. She was situated atop the arm of the couch scribbling in a small fat notebook, her back straight and pillow propped up on her knees for comfort and ease. Completely detached from her uncomfortable escort still nursing his wounds, Damira appeared removed, not only from Leo but the whole of her surroundings.
It felt strange to see her in such a quiet space, so used to the chaos of the concert halls was Nik that His perception of Damira seemed inextricably linked to that tumultuous energy.
Stepping deftly on the one floorboard that would give Him away, Nik waited as she paused, finished a written thought, and then followed the sound up over His body to settle on His unwavering gaze.
… and Nikias and I have made a date to play. Poor Leo, he has no idea, but I can’t feel too badly, if it were up to him we’d be fucking, but I don’t think his girlfriend would approve.
I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I wonder what tonight will bring and I have had the strangest feeling of déjà vu tonight.”
“You’re here.” Nik nodded His hello, ignoring the man beside her. Damira closed her notebook, slipping the small pen between its wire rings. Paying particularly close attention as the cap clinked over each ring, offering a calculated retreat from eye contact Ankara escort bayan given what she’d just been up to.
“I am here.” Swinging a glance at Leo but he was invested in a scene of drama unfolding in the kitchen.
“And You’re there,” Damira’s gaze danced around Nik as she saw flashing limbs and a shuffling struggle.
“So, do you want to get out of here?” Nik’s hazel eyes dashed down her body and over the fellow musician. He knew the guy was involved and it wasn’t with her. The shrug of His broad shoulders spoke volumes and Damira couldn’t suppress a grin as it pulled up the right corner of her mouth, teasing a dimple from her cheek.
It was true they’d agreed part of tonight’s fun would be stealing her away, but He hadn’t expected the swell of possessive response as He’d watched her tempt and tease. So when she nodded He pulled her away quickly, while at the same moment, the whole of the party’s attention was shifted to another scene.
“I know she’s here, man.” A heartbroken baritone was looking for the owner of a pair of tennis shoes, and Damira was pretty sure it was the girl she vaguely recalled walking upstairs with someone else.
Through the kitchen and back down the hall, Nik playfully tugged at the ties down her thigh to halt her inertia, putting a finger to His lips as she began to protest. The commotion in the other room was coming to a head. Doors slammed, voices crashed in waves and ebbing tides of a softly sobbing female before two sets of footfalls hurried out the front door.
“Do you trust me?” The question seemed innocent, though it dripped with a daring. They had discussed every detail — He made her tell Him about all the things she wanted so that the scene was properly negotiated. And so it was set. Nik was checking in and Damira’s response was the green light He needed.
“Should I not?”
He gave nothing away before leading the way into His practice space.
The sturdy staircase spiraled for its deafening quality. As a bonus, the structure hid the function of the space until one reached the final step. And it was there that she paused, eyes wide. Her spirited response to something He’d begun to grow weary of lightened the weight of it, if only for a moment.
A symphony of enticing sounds as she leaned around the corner before expressing concern, “Is it ok to be in here?”
“Oh, I don’t think anyone will mind…”
The room was shrouded in soundproofing that ran the length of the walls. The floor shone with a black epoxy except Escort Ankara under the drum kit, which rested on a pattern of ergo mat squares.
“This is my studio.” He stated. With the lift of an eyebrow, Damira lowered herself from the final step, looking about the space silently, pausing, and bending, touching things gently. She didn’t ask a million questions but seemed to be soaking up the space with such reverence it bled into the room.
“I’ve been doing something a little different these days.”
“And are you going to play for me?” Her words teased on the edge of innuendo though she was not prepared for His quick response, “Are you?”
Upstairs the second shoe was about to drop. It wasn’t the tennis shoe of a wayward lover, who had slunk away only to return bleeding from a broken nose, but rather the trailing tormentor who now carried a concealed.38.
“So…. You want to watch me?” That first sign of hesitation elevated the octave of her voice. Nik had to smile despite Himself with the realization He wanted both to calm and unsettle her in equal measure.
“You think I haven’t watched you before?” Part of Him sought to make the words come soothingly but there was a force behind them and the effect was a delicious flush to her cheeks. “I want to know what it is like when there aren’t hundreds of people around.”
Nik tested the weight of His words, “I want to know what it’s like when you’re alone. But if at any time you want me to stop… just tell me.”
Damira could hear the slight teasing smile as His lips wrapped around the words that would signal him to stop. “Say it back.” He demanded and she obeyed, trying not to laugh at the sobriety in His words, “Again.” Damira cleared her throat and repeated the phrase, random and strangely arousing as it wound its way past her lips. “Now close your eyes.”
The scene upstairs continued to spiral though no one yet knew about the gun, held shakily in the pocket of a man beyond caring. Damira and Nik couldn’t know, that the police had been called or that the main floor of the house would soon shift to a hostage condition instead of one of revelry.
And then, she could feel Him. His presence encroached on the space that surrounded her, pulling the air from her lungs and denying another inhalation. Nik’s hands traveled lightly down her arms, pulling her up, pressing her to Him, and making sure she could feel His excitement. She felt the warmth of His lips against her cheek. The chastity belied His intentions, making her flush and shiver as she waited for His next directive.
“Open.”
Two deep breaths, trying to calm the jackhammer in her chest. When Damira opened her eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to look past the smile on his lips. That telltale twitch at the corner of His mouth, pulling the smile into a more devious grin.
“Now strip.”
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