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Not A Word Spoken	By : Shaellin Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 3123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Not A Word Spoken
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Stormy was glad to be off on her own for a change. Not that she really minded being part of the Trix, but she just couldn't cut loose and have fun with Icy and Darcy around all the time. Having the day off to spend any way she wanted rather than having to play minion for Darkar was a welcome change of pace.

She'd been hanging out in different clubs and arcades all day, but the club scene didn't really get going good until evening. At least she had some cash to spend after an unlucky group of thugs tried to rob her, only to wind up giving her all of their own money to leave them alone after she let loose on them with her wind and lightning powers. Now with the evening coming on the clubs were really starting to cook. She walked into a new club called Torrid. It was one she hadn't been to before. She smirked as she walked in the door. It had the standard low lighting that made clubs so popular combined with a number of spotlights shining down from the ceiling and a disco ball casting spots of multi-colored light all over the room. She thought it looked pretty lame, but then it wasn't the atmosphere she was there for. She'd heard that this place had some of the best music around and she was there to dance.

She was on her way over to the bar when a new song started playing. She listened for a few seconds, her smirk turning into a grin. It had an infectious beat that made her want to move. Turning away from the bar she made her way out into the middle of the crowded floor and started moving her body to the music.

<> Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
<> It was love from above, that could save me from hell.
<> She had fire in her soul; it was easy to see
<> How the devil himself could be pulled out of me.
<> There were drums in the air as she started to dance.
<> Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands.

A dark-haired guy walked up to her and started dancing in front of her, his eyes raking up the front of her body from her feet to her face. He spoke not a word as his smoky eyes bored into hers. Stormy didn't say anything either. She glanced over him, taking in his black jeans and button-down shirt. She was a little put off by his presumption at invading her space without asking, but there was something about the challenging look in his eyes that intrigued her. She turned sideways and kept on dancing, glancing across her shoulder at him with a look that dared him to make another move.

<> And we sang…
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> And the voices rang like the angels sing,
<> We’re singing…
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> And we danced on into the night,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> And we danced on into the night.

The man gave a small, confident smirk as he moved closer, sliding in to continue dancing right behind her, never quite touching her but conforming his movements to match hers, swaying when she swayed, running his hands suggestively through the air around her body, weaving a web of desire around her with every almost-touch. Stormy had never had a guy come on to her this strongly before, never mind without using a single pick-up line. This was something completely new to her. She usually hated guys, so vain, so demanding, so bossy. Somehow this guy was different. Without saying a word he was bypassing all her usual defenses to cut straight to the core of her womanhood. He wanted her. She knew that, but somehow being told with actions rather than words made her feel like it was a good thing, like it was her that was important, not him.

<> Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place,
<> You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces.
<> We were spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes.
<> No room left to move in between you and I.
<> We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time,
<> And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night.

Stormy turned to face him, this stranger with desire smoldering in his eyes. She took note of the strong, square jaw, the broad cheekbones, and the thick, heavy brow that cast seductive shadows over his eyes. He was only a couple of inches taller than her, but it was enough to make her feel like she was gazing up into the eyes of a predator who could swoop down and take her at any moment. She moved in closer, allowing her front to graze lightly against him from time to time as they continued dancing. His breath was hot upon her cheek as they danced suggestively so close together.

<> And we sang…
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> And the voices rang like the angels sing,
<> We’re singing…
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> And we danced on into the night,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> And we danced on into the night,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> And we danced on into the night,

She ran her hands up his chest to the collar of his shirt, plucking at it to signal her desire for more. She was ready. She needed to feel him inside her. She looked up at his face as his hands caught hers. His smile told her he knew what she wanted and was ready to grant her wish. He turned, and with a gentle but firm grip upon her wrist he led her off the dance floor to a short hallway at the back. At the end of the hallway a door to the right bore a sign that indicated the Men's room while the one straight ahead bore the sign of the Ladies' room. The guy holding Stormy's wrist turned to the left, where a big muscley guy in a dark suit guarded a stairway blocked off with a velvet rope. Stormy's escort nodded to the guard, who nodded back and unhooked the velvet rope for them, allowing them up the stairs.

Stormy was starting to wonder just who this guy was that he had such easy access to a part of the club that was obviously off-limits to the general public. It also crossed her mind to wonder where exactly he was taking her. That latter question was answered for her when they reached the top of the stairs to find a red carpeted hallway with doors down its length along each side. He stopped and took out a key to open the third door on the right. Holding the door open for her, he gestured her in ahead of him.

She stepped in and took a look around. The room was lined with dark wood paneling. The floor was covered with deep pile burgundy carpeting. The ceiling was mirrored to reflect everything going on down below. An open doorway in the far left corner led to a darkened bathroom. A vanity stood against the far wall and a wardrobe along the right, with an armchair occupying the corner between them. A potted ficus stood in the corner to Stormy's right. In the near left corner was a nightstand situated beside the big queen-sized bed which stood against the left wall.

Stormy took all this in in a glance. It was obvious what this room was used for. Stormy had had a few rolls in the hay before, but never anyplace this fancy. The guy must have been some kind of V.I.P. to rate a private room this fancy. She didn't know whether to be impressed or nervous. She turned at the sound of the door being closed and locked behind her. She knew she wasn't trapped. She had her magic. If she needed to she could blast her way out of here. Still, the hungry look in his eyes as he came toward her made her stomach do flip-flops.

She decided it was time to take control of the situation. She'd give him what he wanted, but on her own terms. She placed her hand on his chest to stop him as he made to sweep her up in his embrace, then hooked her finger into the collar of his shirt and led him over to the bed. It may have been his scene, but it would be her show. She pulled him to her and kissed him roughly, then shoved him down on the bed. The guy looked up at her in bemusement as she started gyrating her hips and commenced a slow, seductive strip tease.

<> Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
<> It was love from above, that could save me from hell.
<> She had fire in her soul; it was easy to see
<> How the devil himself could be pulled out of me.
<> There were drums in the air as she started to dance.
<> Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands.

She started by teasing loose the knot in the scarlet cord holding up her burgundy mini-skirt, letting it slide down her hips and thighs until it finally dropped to the floor, revealing the pair of lacy red panties she had on underneath. Next she reached up and unfastened the snap at the back of the collar she wore around her neck and let it drop to dangle from the cord attaching it to the front of her top. She then reached around behind her back to unclasp the cord which crossed in front of her stomach from the bottom of her top and let the two sides dangle. Turning her back to him, she let him watch as she reached higher to unzip the back of her crimson top and pulled it completely off.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned around to face him once more, her hips swaying as she danced in place. Slowly she uncrossed her arms until her perky bare breasts came into view, then raised her hands up over her head as she gyrated her hips provocatively. Just as slowly she brought her hands down to caress the curves of her body, fluttering her fingers around her breasts in passing. As her hands passed her hips she drew one leg up to rest her foot upon the bed. She ran her hands down her leg until they reached her ankle. She unclasped the cord fastening her shoe to her foot and sensuously slid it off. She then switched legs and repeated the process with the other shoe.

Standing on both legs once more, she turned sideways to him and slowly slid her panties down off her hips and down her thighs, down to her calves. She stepped out of them and straightened up. Whirling them around a couple of times, she let her panties fly, hitting the guy smack in the face. He caught them as they fell and held them up to his nose, giving them an appreciative sniff, taking in the heady perfume of her arousal.

Now completely unencumbered by clothes, Stormy crawled forward onto the bed, like a panther stalking its prey. She made short work of his shoes and socks, then moved on to his wasteband where she unbuckled his belt with a few quick tugs. She reached for his shirt with both hands and ripped it open in one quick jerk, uncaring that two of his buttons popped off in the process. She left him to remove the garment the rest of the way as she moved back down to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. She quickly stripped off his shorts and gazed upon his erect member. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she pumped his cock a few times before giving it a painful squeeze.

He yelled out. Stormy reached up with her other hand and pushed him roughly down on his back, only slightly easing up on the pressure on his dick. Glancing up at the headboard she noticed that there were cords attached to each of the bedposts. With a grin she released his cock and crawled up his body until she was positioned over him. Mistaking her intention, the man reached up to embrace her in his arms, but Stormy quickly took each arm in turn and tied them to the bedposts, rendering him helpless in her power.

Now fully in control, Stormy rocked back and sat up, positioning herself over her captive's straining cock. She lowered herself just enough to let the tip of his cock brush against the lips of her cunt. She worked her hips, rubbing her pussy lips against his shaft teasingly. This brought forth an impatient groan from the bound man beneath her. Chuckling at her own cruelty, Stormy reached down to once more encircle the shaft with her fingers, while with her other hand she spread her pussy lips wide in preparation for the intrusion to come. She lowered herself slowly, allowing her lover's cock to slowly penetrate her gaping tunnel. When he tried to buck his hips and force himself in faster she gave the shaft a hard squeeze, reminding him of just who was in charge.

Once assured that her captive would remain compliant, she resumed lowering herself onto his firm member. Eventually she took him all the way inside her. She tossed her head back and groaned as she felt the full length of him inside her pussy. Then she began slowly raising and lowering herself, causing his prick to pump in and out of her hot wet hole. The bound man groaned and tried to join in her efforts, but Stormy pressed the tips of her nails firmly into his abdominal muscles, letting him know in no uncertain terms that he was to remain still. She resumed pumping herself up and down on his cock, moving faster and faster as her excitement built. When she felt his cock beginning to twitch and knew that his orgasm was imminent, she pulled him out of her and ground just the lips of her pussy against his shaft until he came, spurting all over his own belly. At the same time she rubber two fingers furiously at her clit until she came with a fierce triumphant cry.

<> And we sang…
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> And the voices rang like the angels sing,
<> We’re singing…
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> And we danced on into the night,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> And we danced on into the night,
<> (And the voices rang like the angels sing),
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> Ay oh ay oh,
<> And we danced on into the night,
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> (Ay oh ay oh),
<> Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> (Ay oh ay oh),
<> Singing ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
<> (Ay oh ay oh),
<> And we danced on into the night…

Stormy took a moment to regain control of her breathing as she came down off her high, then casually stood up, turned and walked off the bed. Stopping only to put her shoes back on, she walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it up. Glancing back at the bed where her captive lover still lay bound with a look of dismay on his face, she blew him a kiss, then made a beckoning gesture with her finger before turning away to walk back out into the hallway while her discarded garments jumped up off the floor and rushed out the door to catch up with her.
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