I frown and meet his eyes again. “What about dance? That doesn’t count, correct? Because I still want to perform. I only took a break after my dad’s… death.” The word catches in mythroat and I blink back tears. “But I want to perform on stage again.”
“And I want to watch you. As long as it’s never anything sexual, then I won’t be bothered by it. But as for intimate touch…” His fingertips skim up my waist to my arms where goosebumps spread. “I want to be the only one to touch you like this. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I say in a breathless tone. “And you won’t touch anyone else? Like… that?” I nod to Cecillia and Robert. They’re still going at it. Their stamina is impressive. I notice that Robert’s thrusts are getting more and more frantic. Cecillia is starting to moan louder.
“I promise you I won’t. I just want to touch you. Now, let’s watch. I can tell they’re both getting close.” He slides me further on his lap and turns my head to watch the climax.
I can feel Mikhail’s hardness through his pants. Knowing that he’s aroused is doing strange things to me. I barely know this man and yet I know him better than I know other people in certain regards. It’s all a little confusing.
The couple continues to have sex at a wild pace. Cecillia is practically screaming.
Mikhail sighs. “Cecillia, this is not a porn shoot. Stop screaming.”
She clamps her lips shut but she doesn’t stay silent for long before she lets out one final moan as her orgasm over takes her. She slumps onto her forearms as Robert continues to thrust into her.
“Does it hurt her?” I whisper. “He’s being rough.”
“She’s used to it. Cecillia has fucked her fair share of men but she still always retains an innocent nature. It makes men go wild for her.”
“Have you and her?”
“Have we…”
“You know.”
I can feel his smile against my temple but I don’t dare look at him. My face is finally cooling down and I don’t want to enflame it all over again.
“A few times. But not anymore. Trust me.”
I do trust him. It’s probably naïve of me but Mikhail speaks with sincerity, making it hard for me not to believe him.
Robert grunts and trembles before slumping over Cecillia’s body.
Neither of them move.
“Robert, clean her off as well as your own cock. I don’t want it to be a mess in here.”
Robert is silent as he does what Mikhail instructs.
“So… he’s also someone who likes being told what to do?” I ask.
“Yes. Men can be submissives, just like women can be dominant.”
“I never imagine telling someone what to do with authority.”
Mikhail’s hands tighten on my waist. “And you’ll never have to. It’s you and me now, Natalya. And I’m not a submissive man. I give the orders and I expect you to follow them. But I’m not unreasonable. I want you to be happy here. But I am firm and demanding.”
“What if I don’t want to listen to you?” I make myself look at him because the only other option is Robert’s naked body and I don’t feel comfortable looking at it any longer. “What if I don’t agree with you? I have a mind of my own, you know.”
“I can tell. I’m starting to see that.” His fingers skim my temple. “I don’t want you to lose your voice with me. You can always tell me what’s on your mind. But I am used to giving orders and you’re used to taking them. All your years of training as a dancer have accustomed you to taking orders. You like it when I tell you what to do. Don’t you?”
“I…”
“You can tell me, Natalya.”
“Yes. To some extent. I just don’t want you to use it against me.”
His eyes soften. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him look a tiny bit vulnerable. “I won’t use it against you. I want to use it to make you happy. Because you need it. You need a firm hand.”
