FYI - Odette is the female lead in Swan Lake. I swear... writing for these two makes me feel like a damn fangirl! I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it <3
Days passed and I am not sure if I ever spent more time in my life in this dance studio than before this god forsaken show!I walk by the mirror in a hurry, and I catch a glimpse of myself. I looked overworked. I definitely felt overworked. How late was it? The sun had set a while ago and I was sure everything was dark. At least there wouldn't be much traffic and I would make it home soon enough. I sigh and look at myself once more, smoothing my hands over my waist, over my belly, a sinister thought coming to haunt me right now. I was to be married in three weeks. I was to be a wife. A good wife… a good wife births children. But a mother, no matter how good of a mother she was, was not going to be a ballerina. And that terrified me. Ballet has been my life for as long as I could remember. And when I accepted the marriage proposal, I did not take into consideration the collateral damage this would bring. And even now, it seemed unreal. It was not something I could see myself live wit
Our usual secrecy has all washed away as we make our way to my car. I know this could break a big scandal in my pack. I know this could ruin my image in front of my future husband, but it did not matter. I did not promise to be a virgin! I only promised to marry! I did not promise I will not fuck around until the last minute. Part of me knows that if news like this will make their way to my father’s ears, I will surely hear a bunch of not so pleasing things. But right now… with the fire burning brightly under my skin, nothing mattered. A sinful union that would soon cease was not something new in the world we live in. Or at least this was what I told myself when guilt would come creeping, to take hold of my last sane thoughts. When guilt would come to taint and grip my heart. It had no power over it, when I was already tainted by him. By his lips, by his hands and hungry kisses. As I sink into the driver's seat, he buckles his safety belt into the passenger's seat and as I look a
“Wait, wait, wait -” I hurry to speak when he dips closer to my neck, his nose brushing against one of my pulse point, his breath falling right in the crook of my neck, making my skin turn to goosebumps, while I press my hands into his chest, in a terrible attempt of pushing away. “Wait?” he repeated in a low raspy voice, not moving away from my neck. “Why would I need to wait, little doe?” he asked, the hand on my hips squeezing me a little tighter. “It’s been a four hour dance rehearsal with no break. I stink!” I protest, a little self conscious about the fact that wearing spandex is not the ideal outfit before a date. But this was not a date, was it? “Stink?” he repeats and I wonder if he is just playing dumb or he is truly one handsome hunk and nothing more. “I need to freshen up -” I insist and give his chest another push. But he is not moving. He seems determined to not give me the chance and dignity to shower before he puts his lips on me. I feel the tip of his nose move
I watched her walk away, hurried, as if she were a scared rabbit. The way she grabs her bag and the way she sprints for the bathroom, makes me feel like a damn frenzied wolf, because all I want to do is chase after her, tear that door down and bring her back. Or maybe take her in the bathroom, under the running water… As the door closes and I am left alone, I realize I am nothing but a damn horny bastard. That I have been maniacally enjoying her prey state of mind and I was taking my predator position a bit too seriously. This was not a game of chase. This was not a one and done. And this was not something that could simply end on a whim. I push myself up from my seat and run a hand through my hair, combing it backwards, while I scan the view. The city seemed a bit more peaceful tonight and I wondered if things were going to change. Was my life going to get more peaceful now too? Were things going to take a turn for the better or was I going to have to juggle it all like I have done
For someone who is his size, he is extremely easy to bend. Especially when I know exactly what buttons to push to get him to bend to my will. Especially when I know where to put my lips and pick the right words to whisper in his ear. The way he stiffens and seems to be ready to finish just from me stroking him makes me feel powerful.He could easily break me in half. He could easily overpower me and use me as he saw fit, and I might not even have it in me to fight him or struggle to not allow him to, but he doesn’t. His face buries into my shoulder as my rhythm changes into one more alert, while he tries to get a hold of himself before he’d spill himself right on my belly.I feel his cock throb into my hand and I feel determined to have him finish, even if it was this early, but before I can stroke him some more, he takes hold of my wrist and brings the motion to a stop.His breath is shaggy, almost shallow. I let out a soft, surprised chuckle and let go of him. “What is it?” I whisp
For a brief second, I am not sure what he is aiming for, but the way his mouth and his lips leave hot spots on my body makes my toes curl and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. His hands had taken hold of my thighs and he opened my legs a bit more as his kisses trail down over my belly. His mouth moves on my inner thighs, peppering the skin with kisses starting from my knee, coming all the way to the junction of my leg with my pelvis.He hesitates to move further, his mouth so close to my pussy I can’t even think anymore. The hot breath he lets out makes me frustrated and begging for more when it moves away, to my other thigh. On this thigh, his kisses are a bit more rushed, and his teeth scrape against the flesh in what feels like a failed attempt of keeping his intrusive thoughts for himself.Was he fighting the urge to bite me? To sink his teeth into my flesh and selfishly mark me? Just in case some other came between my legs, To prove to them that I was owned?What a stupid th
They say that the taste of that who is meant for you compares with nothing else you have ever tasted. I’m not sure if it’s true, but I am here to test this statement and make it my life mantra if it’s true. I have not gotten the chance to feel her on my tongue until tonight, and I almost hate myself for missing such an opportunity until now.The urgency of burying myself within her vanishes the moment she comes undone on my tongue, filling my mouth with her release. Not to say that just the scent of her arousal is enough to make my sanity go away, but her taste is something else. It compares to nothing that I have ever tasted in my life and I am not sure if I will ever experience something similar as long as I am alive. It’s not something I can put into words. It’s not a certain taste, as honey is. It’s something that makes me hungry for her and her only. When her moans dim and her body loses the previous tension it held, I slowly, almost hesitantly pull my mouth away from her and b
By the time he grows tired, I have forgotten how to walk. My throat feels sore from moans and groans, my thighs hurt, I feel raw and completely battered. And I’d do it all again the next day if I would be given the chance to hear him moan and grunt like he did tonight. I have never met a man like him. And I’m not sure I will ever meet a man like him again. He had no shame in giving and taking what he wanted. He was not holding back from expressing his own pleasure and I’m not sure what was better. Him getting off because he got me off, or the way he grunts and huffs when he’s enjoying himself more than I think he is.He also did not hesitate to scoop me up and walk with me to the bathroom, despite the obvious tiredness that had taken him over. He walks with me and even starts my bath. “You know -” I murmur, as he finally lets me down on my feet. “- you doing all this for me leaves me under the impression that you might fall for me.” I chuckle, grabbing at his hair and tugging it tea