by Linnea May
I bite back a sassy remark to his words and hollow my back, hoping that it will egg him on enough to stop the teasing and give me what I want. But Lux wouldn't be himself if he was that easy to taunt. However, my posture does evoke a reaction from him that I didn't expect. Instead of pulling my tights down, he rips them apart in one sudden move, creating an opening right where he needs it. I'm so stunned by his actions that I can't get myself to react, even when he repeats the same move with my panties underneath.
It's so wrong, so filthy. I'm standing at the barre, my eyes glued to the same view I enjoy while stretching, holding on to the most crucial equipment of my professional life, with my throbbing core exposed and dripping with desire.
And then he asks me to get on pointe.
"Get up on your toes," he says. "Like you did before. I need your tiny ass to be higher."
I blush, but do as he asks. Being on pointe is not as draining and painful as it used to be when I first started dancing, but it is still a challenge for my feet and legs. I hold on to the barre, processing the weird sensation of being in a professional stance like this, while my sex is pulsating with need and feeling the cool air of the studio.
"Beautiful," he assesses from behind, ripping my tights further so that my ass is just as exposed as my entrance. I can feel his hands wandering closer, spreading my ass cheeks and provoking me to follow his motions by hollowing my back. He lets go with one hand, his fingers playfully dancing across my sensitive skin as he move between my lips, spreading them apart with two fingers while another glides in between. A slick sound reveals the extent of my excitement. I'm too fired up to feel embarrassed about it, and rather relish the bliss his touch causes when he begins to circle around my swollen nub, sending shockwaves of thrill coursing through my entire body.
I need him so desperately, and he only fuels this demand by adding another finger and letting it slip inside me, bending it to find my sweet spot and pressing against it while still working my clit. He knows exactly what he's doing, and I doubt he'd mind if I came on his fingers right now, but I don't want to find my release before I've felt him inside of me.
"Please," I beg. "Fuck me."
His reply is nothing but a chuckle. "Hungry little slut, so impatient."
I sigh in response, dizzy with arousal and clinging to the barre. He continues to tease me, drawing circles around my most sensitive spot, while I fight to hold my balance.
"One leg up," his next command follows, accompanied by another finger between my legs once I follow his order, lifting my right leg and placing it on the barre for support. I could lift it much higher, but as long as he's not asking for a side arabesque, I won't risk my pleasure for this way more difficult pose.
He seems pleased, humming with approval as I stretch before him while he continues to finger me. I'm going to come if he doesn't stop this. I wonder if I should, I'm so close already, and this is bordering on torture.
But then he retracts his hand, leaving me with a hungry shiver as the cool air chills my hot and empty center. I want him there, I need him there.
"Please," I whimper, closing my eyes in shame. My left leg is shaking, making my pointe unsteady and thus dangerous for my ankle. The reminder of my delicate physique almost pulls me out of my dazed bliss. I can't risk my ankle's health for this, but just as I contemplate going down on my heel, he grabs me by my upper thighs, supporting my stance and gently lifting me up, easing the pressure on my left foot. He's carrying most of my weight as he boosts my hip back and up, teasing my wet fold with the tip of his cock.
I accompany his invasion with a hearty groan, taking his impressive size inch by inch, as he shoves himself inside in one slow and considerable thrust.
"Yes," I hiss through gritted teeth. "Yes, yes, yes."
He groans behind me as I tighten around him, freezing in position while I accommodate his enormous cock inside of me. I can't help but circle my hips around him ever so slightly, relishing in the feeling as he stretches me like no one has ever done before. He supports my motions by guiding my hips, carrying almost my entire weight and lifting me to the extent that my left foot even loses contact with the floor for a moment. It's a much needed release on my ankle, making me feel secure with him. As sexy as it is to him, he seems to understand the stress that being on pointe like this puts on my foot, and he makes sure that I don't hurt myself by complying to his wishes.
I open my eyes, watching the sunlit city below as he begins to fuck me, driving back and forth with deep and deliberate thrusts. My vision is blurred, as his motions increase in speed and vigor, causing my entire body to rock to his rhythm. His pelvis clashes against the bare flesh of my ass, the sound mixing with the solemn music that is still playing in the background.
He has created the perfect picture, the perfect scenario to show me what he's capable of, to provide the trust that I need. It's the perfect mix of tantalizing pleasure with a taste of danger and the security needed for me to lose myself.
His rhythm is steady, neither fast nor slow, but just the ideal pulsation to evoke my climax in slow but exhilarating waves. I don‘t erupt in an explosive rapture, but ride the waves of my release in a gradual adagio, slow, long, and so imbuing that I feel close to blacking out.
I'm still in the midst of unbridled joy when I can feel him pulsating inside me, climaxing with the same steady intensity that robbed me of my senses.
Chapter XXXV
Lux
I can't help it. The fact that my cum is dripping out of her as she still stands with her leg up on the barre, trembling with satisfaction as I withdraw myself from her drizzling pussy, is so fucking hot that it only makes me want her more, despite the temporary post-coital content that's taken hold of me just now.
She slowly lowers back down onto her foot, moving her other leg down from the barre and turning around to me, her cheeks glowing with heat and her blue eyes full of that delicious sparkle only a good fuck can leave in a girl's expression.
"That was...," she whispers, hesitating as words fail her.
"It was," I agree, pulling her in for a kiss. I'm still rock-hard, pressing myself against her small body as I claim her with another kiss.
She's not going anywhere, I'll make sure of that this time. She's mine. I need more of her, so much more.
I break our kiss, finding her looking at me with an expression that is hard to read. A dreamy smile is gracing her pretty face, her mind rattling as I know she's trying to keep herself from saying the words that are so clearly written on her face.
"You did well," she says instead, causing me to chuckle and tilt my head to the side as I regard her with a quizzical look.
"I did well?" I ask, mocking the tone of her voice.
She giggles, shaking her head at her awkward remark.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I...," she utters, stumbling over her words. "I mean, the way you held me, watched out for me. You... took care of me when I needed you to."
I assume she means the way I held her while fucking her from behind.
"I'm no fucking idiot," I tell her. "Standing like that must be strenuous."
I lift my hand, stroking along her glowing cheek with the tip of my finger.
"I like to challenge you," I say. "But I don't want the stress to take away from your pleasure."
"You're perfect," she replies, biting her lip and lowering her eyes, as if there was anything to regret about her choice of words.
"I'm not," I object. "But I would like to be, for you."
She raises her eyes, finding mine as she contemplates the implications of what just happened.
"It's not going to be too much for you?" she asks. "Being cautious, all the time?"
I shake my head.
"I don't find pleasure in destruction, Sara," I tell her. "I find pleasure in being with you."
She smirks at me. "I didn't know you could be such a charmer."
I smile, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I have many sides to my
personality," I declare. "Just give me a chance to show you. All of them."
Epilog I
Lux
~ ten months later ~
"You're late," I bark at Kingston, as he hurries through the entrance, followed by a reserved brunette.
"I don't have control over this city's insane traffic," he says, shrugging his shoulders in an it-can't-be-helped manner.
"We're really sorry," the girl next to him adds, casting me an apologetic look.
"Lux, this is Elodie," Kingston says, introducing us to each other. "The girl who managed to reel me in."
He winks at her, and she nudges him in the side.
"You can only blame yourself," she says, smiling at him with loving eyes. "I never set the trap for you."
I shake her hand, smiling at her politely as I'm once again reminded how similar my brother's and my taste is when it comes to women. Elodie is not a pint-sized doll like my Sara, but her features bear a certain resemblance to her. She's just as fair-skinned, her hair falling down in thick, brown waves over her shoulders in a similar way to Sara's black curls do when she fixes it up. She's also an artist, albeit in a different field than Sara. Oddly enough, she could probably accompany Sara's dance with her piano skills.
"Nice to finally meet you," I say. "I've heard quite a lot about you."
She blushes, casting Kingston a hurried look before turning back to me.
"I have to admit, I haven't heard all that much about you," she says. "But I'm happy to meet you, too."
I raise an eyebrow at my brother.
"I'm not surprised," I say. "You married the better one of us."
Kingston winks at me. "I agree."
"This is a beautiful venue," Elodie comments as she looks around. "I really like the decor and their program. It's so unique."
I nod. She's right, unique is the perfect word to describe this company. Sara picked it carefully after receiving not one, but three, offers based on the casting calls she attended. I was surprised when she first told me that she wanted to cast her net wide and look to see what else might be out there for her, and for a while, it didn't really look as if she was serious about it. She was reluctant, scared of rejection, and haunted by the idea of giving up on Anaheim too soon. But even her modest search introduced her to a new world of companies with unusual programs and new pieces that she's never danced to before. Just as I grew into my challenge as a CEO of a legit start-up, she gained a fresh curiosity for something novel and innovative.
The fact that she eventually decided on this company was mainly a result of that thirst for something completely different, a new environment and a unique ballet that was unlike her prior experiences.
"It really is an exceptional ballet," I say to Elodie.
"Yeah," Kingston chimes in, scanning our surroundings. "It does have a special vibe. Very different from the places our parents took us to when we were children."
I grimace at the mention of those unpleasant memories and check the time on my wristwatch, inhaling audibly when I realize how late it is.
"Okay, no time for more pleasantries," I say. "We really gotta‘ hurry."
I guide them through the lobby and inside the crowded auditorium. The venue has been sold out for weeks, and the only three seats still available are the ones reserved for us. First row, right in the center, as always.
My heart is racing with excitement when the lights are dimmed immediately after we sink into our seats, my brother and his wife sitting next to me, and about to witness the brilliance of Sara's dance. They are the first of the family to meet her. I've been putting a get-together with my family off for as long as I could. My relationship with them is strained enough, and I did not want to subject Sara to an uncomfortable situation unless I was sure that she and I were ready for it.
This is a huge step for me. It's no surprise that I feel sick to my stomach, not because I worry that they won't like her, or that Sara won't get along with them, but because I understand the heavy weight implied by taking this step. I always told myself that, if and when I was ready to introduce her to them, it would mean that this is it. It would mean that she has to become more than my girlfriend.
I am only one big step away from making this forever.
The curtain opens, revealing the star of the show, one of the very few principal dancers at this company. Sara is standing in pose, at the center of the stage, the spotlight hitting only her as the audience goes stock-still in admiration.
My chest tightens and I'm about to burst with pride when the music begins, and my girl begins her dance, slowly moving her outstretched arm in a flowing circle, her beautiful face bathing in blazing light as her eyes follow the motions of her hand. This is just the prelude to the show, an introduction to the main character, the girl around whom the entire story revolves.
And she's mine.
I watch her every movement, my eyes alternating between her skilled feet, her dazzling face, and her exquisite limbs as she flies across the stage, deluding the audience with her passion and her impeccable talent.
When the first scene comes to an end and Sara bows in front of us, before retreating behind another set of dancers entering the stage, I turn my head to Kingston next to me. His eyes meet mine and he gives me an approving nod as he applauds the girl I am going to marry.
When the applause ebbs away, he takes advantage of the short-lived moment of silence before the next song starts to lean over and whisper something in my ear.
"I told you so," he says. "You'll know when it hits you."
Epilogue II
Sara
"That was nice," I say, as Lux escorts me out of the restaurant. "Too bad we had to leave so early."
"They have an early flight," Lux replies. "They'll be glad to get some sleep."
He's been rather withdrawn all night, and I'm beginning to wonder if something was up between him and his brother. It's their last night in LA before Kingston and Elodie fly back home to New York. They spent more than a week with us, and while Elodie and I got along right from the start, I noticed that it took some time for the brothers to reconnect. Lux has told me that they were never that close and their relationship has not exactly improved after Kingston had to bail him out of prison and lie to their parents about it. It was sad to see how distant and cold they were to each other in the beginning, but things visibly improved during the week we all spent together.
Tonight was a little different, though. I don't know if it's just his way of dealing with having to say goodbye to his brother after just warming up to him again, but Kingston has been making snippy remarks at Lux all night. I noticed Elodie nudging him at the side several times, smiling apologetically at us every time it happened.
The car is waiting for us outside the restaurant, and I notice that Lux's hand is shaking as he opens the door for me and beckons me to get inside.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, as he takes his seat next to me.
Lux throws a surprised look at me.
"Yes, sure," he says.
"You seem a little off tonight," I say. "And Kingston was weird, too, making all those flippant jokes at your expense. Or is that just his way of saying goodbye?"
Lux lets out a nervous laugh.
"No, that's just his way of being my brother," he says, winking at me.
"Mmhmm," I acknowledge, observing him with a skeptical look.
"I told you, it's not easy between us," he adds. "But you seem to like Elodie?"
"Yes, I do. A lot," I say, nodding. "I mean, it's no surprise really. Did you know that she went to Juilliard?"
Lux shrugs. "Kingston may have mentioned it."
"That's quite a prestigious school," I say. "She must be really good."
"I guess so," Lux says absentmindedly.
"Maybe we can visit them in New York some time?" I wonder out loud. "It was so nice of them to attend my performance, I would like to return that gesture and attend one of Elodie's recitals."
Lux shifts around, fidgeting
in his seat. I know the idea of visiting his family back home does not sit well with him, which is why I've never brought it up before. But now that I've met his brother, I feel like we're halfway there and the possibility of meeting his parents - despite all the bad things he's told me about them - is far more alluring to me than introducing him to my own family was. They visited me a few months ago and insisted on meeting Lux. While it was not the most fun afternoon, I think the meeting went as well as it could have, considering how little understanding my parents have for my "bohemian LA life," as they call it. I know that meeting Lux's family is a bigger issue, not only because their relationship is strained, but also because there's so many expectations tied to their son's dating life.
I understand why he's been putting it off, I really do. But I don't know how much longer I'm willing to wait until I start questioning his intentions with me.
We arrive at what has become our mutual home, and Lux hurries to get out of the car before I do, circling around the car to my side so he can open the door for me, a gentleman-move that I haven't seen him do in a while.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask as he helps me get out of the car, winking at him.
He chuckles. "Can't a man hold on to some old school manners without his woman getting suspicious?"
His voice is trembling in an unfamiliar nervous flutter. Something is definitely up with him. I hope I didn't cause this stress by voicing my wish to meet his parents.
"I'm sorry," I say, as we ride the elevator up to the penthouse. "I didn't want to put any pressure on you to-"
"You didn't," he says, smiling at me. "You're right, we should go to New York."
I reciprocate his smile. "Okay."
The elevator reaches its destination, the uppermost floor, and I notice Lux taking in an extra deep breath, before he punches in the code to open the doors that open right into the penthouse. I really wonder what is up with him tonight.
