Scarlett didn’t waste any time after Drew left for work to make her way to her studio. She was excited to use her space, her legs itching to dance as usual. When she arrived, the building was quiet, normal for this time of day. When she stepped foot into the large room, the sun was beginning to peak through, giving off the perfect light.
He catches Scarlett as she sinks and turns to wrap herself around him, and he adjusts her to sit her slit right against his quickly growing shaft. “You sank, you lose,” he teases, breath caught, but he’s already got her ass in his hands and he’s already sliding her tauntingly against the length of his cock. “It was winter before,” he moans, tilting his head to enjoy more of Scarlett’s lusty nibbling. “Lift that ass, love; I want to feel you slide down onto my cock.”
She didn’t stop her movements along his skin, only moaning more as her hips rose and fell, feeling him rubbing along her folds. The feel of his strong hands on her ass made her want him even more, her tongue traveling along from the tip of his ear to the base of his neck. Drew’s words caused her to moan against his skin and the blonde reached into the water to take hold of him. Pulling her face back, her hand found the back of his neck, pressing her forehead to his as she lifted herself, the tip of his cock finding his entrance as she sank down onto it. Her mouth dropped open as he filled her, her eyes clenching shut as her body shook.
"Why do you think I did all this for you? It was not for shits and giggles, let me tell you. I want you to have this, Scarlett, because it’s what you love." He sighs loudly and returns to the view again. "To be honest, I’m struggling to see a difference that isn’t the glaringly obvious." He steps away from the window and moves back toward his slave. "Are you unsatisfied, Scarlett, or is everything I’ve tried to do for you just not enough?"
She chewed on her lip and looked around the large room. He had gone above and beyond this time and yet she was still complaining but dancing at Desires for Viv had simply become something she looked forward to nearly ever night, especially one’s where Drew found solace with someone else. Slowly she walked over to him, slipping her hand into his and pulling to her lips. Pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, she moved it to cup her face, “It’s more than enough,” she said quietly, “Thank you. And if you want me to stop working at Desires it’s your decision and I’ll follow it,” she pulled him closer after cupping the back of his neck and kissing his lips, soon pulling back meeting her blue eyes with his.
Alexander had finished his drink and waved to the bartender for another when he sensed Scarlett come up beside him. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he glanced over at her before back to the tv that was playing some stupid sport. “What do you want Scarlett? I didn’t sit in front of you when you danced, I’m trying not to even acknowledge you for the sake of you and your pathetic master. Do you still have a problem with something I’ve done?”
Scarlett frowned by quickly wiped it away, “I…” she cleared her throat. This was harder than she thought it would be, “I’m just here to inform you that I won’t be speaking with you any further but it seems you’ve already taken it upon yourself to make sure that happens. Enjoy the rest of you night and I’m sorry for bothering you.”
"I’d planned to go to the Dominion once the paperwork was signed and seek the appropriate permissions. I could still be rejected," he admits, "but this is still your place regardless—" His eyes narrow right along with Scarlett’s, his posture becoming rigidly hard in an instant. "No?" The question is slow and icy. "Don’t you dare fucking start, Scarlett. You are a slave. You are my slave. If I tell you to hop on one leg and, rub your head and sing Beyonce’s Single Ladies, you had better fucking do it. And if I tell you to quit your job, and I give you instead all of this, I don’t want to hear complaints. I didn’t, after all, have to do this for you. I did it because I want this for you. And because I thought you might want it too.”
Of course this would turn into an argument but Scarlett wasn’t going to give this up easily, “You don’t understand. I’m a dancer. Regardless of it being ballet or whatever the hell it is I do in that club, I get to dance,” her voice cracked and she swallowed the large lump in her throat, “The only constant in my life has been my love of dance and showing it to others. I know that most of the clientele that Viv has don’t appreciate that but some do. But that isn’t what matters,” she turned away from him, a hand moving to her forehead as she approached the mirrors, “I’m a slave. As you say over and over again,” her hand placed itself on the bar, smoothing over it, her eyes following the movements, “But can I at least still feel like a performer as well?”
Framed by the city lights, Drew turns part way from the view and watches Scarlett take in the large studio slowly. “If you’re thinking private dance studio for Scarlett’s personal use, yes and no. I want you to be able to teach in here; civilians, claimed slaves, anybody who wants to learn. But all, to be perfectly honest, at a cost that is, admittedly, entirely selfish.” He turns to face Scarlett completely. “I’ve given you what you love because I want you to stop dancing for Vivienne.”
Her mouth dropped slightly, unable to fight the tears welling in her eyes. Her own personal space away from the prying eyes of the gym. Her face soon turned to one of confusion, “Teach? I don’t know if that would be allowed,” the idea of teaching dance was always something Scarlett wanted to do, but she figured that was one of many dreams that would be wiped away once she was brought to Covaire. Then the rest of his plans came from his lips and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed, “No.”