5
Jared
Fuck me, but she’s perfection itself.
I’m wild for her. Savage. A drooling beast.
The thought that this beautiful gem has been neglected and under-appreciated for so long enrages me.
I want to smash heads in for every sliver of loneliness she’s suffered, starting with that no-good bastard who calls himself her father.
To do that though, I’ll have to move. To look away from the enchanting sight before me. And I’d rip out my throat first before I miss a single nanosecond of this.
She does that twirling jump thing that stretches the cotton between her legs, and my dick pulses with need in my fist.
My sweet Skye is curvier than the average ballet dancer, with a perky ass and a gravity-defying set of tits I know will spill out of my hands. I’m more than okay with that.
I’ve been hard since she stepped out of her dressing room and I saw her in the tiny tank, white leggings andthat fucking tutu.
Christ, I wanted to devour her right then and there. How I’ve managed to keep from doing so beats the hell out of me.
I deserve a fucking medal for my restraint. But it’s hanging on by a thread.
She stops in front of me and does thepenchéfor the first time, one foot planted on the floor and the other pointed at the ceiling.
I lose my mind.
I drop to my knees and one arm jerks out like it’s possessed to grab her calf. She wobbles for a moment but stills. Her breathing is as erratic as mine as I drop back onto my haunches.
I bought a ballet instruction manual and learned all the terms the first time I saw her execute what amounts to an upright split. Then I tortured myself with imagining her doing this naked. Imagined pounding her pretty pink hole while she held herself like this for me.
My hand glides up and down her toned calf, and I delight in the small quivers that follow my caress.
“I know your current instructor is an old lady but did you ever have a male instructor?” I demand, my insides ablaze with hunger and feral possessiveness.
“N-no,” she replies.
“And did you ever dance with a male partner?”
“I…why?”
“Answer the fucking question, Skye.”
“Not for a few years now. The boys in the academy have different instructors. We don’t really mix.”
One hand remains on my cock while I continue to caress her. “Good. That’s very good to hear. Because you know what I would’ve done, angel?”
“N-no,” she answers shakily, her body continuing to tremble as heat transfers from my hand to her skin.
“I would’ve hunted them all down and beat the shit out of them for daring to see you like this. Because the way you move, princess, is nothing short of sublime. And now that you’re mine, I’m finding that I’m feeling a little feral toward anyone seeing you like this.”
“But…I’m not…yours,” she dares to defy.
I chuckle darkly. “You don’t think so? You’re under my roof for the foreseeable future. Here you are, dancing for me. I may have ordered you to but I see how much you love doing it. You can see your effect on me. And I, little girl, can feel how you shake and gasp when I touch you. You may not think so now but you’re mine, Skye. And nobody looks at or touches what’s mine without my express permission.”
My hand skates higher, gripping and exploring. I pause when I reach the top of her thighs, my fingers kneading and caressing her flesh.
The music has ended and my breathing is harsh and agitated in the large space. My nostrils flare as I breathe her in.