A Winter Dance

by Samantha Rose

  The cabin was astonishing. It was a two-room place—one room that acted as a bedroom, living room, and kitchen—and then the other room was a bathroom. It reminded me of a studio apartment. A stone fireplace was situated on the far wall near a set of couches, a love seat and a family sized. Silk curtains encased the big picture window beside them overlooking half the valley below. A king-sized bed sat on the other side of the cabin near a lamp and the only other window that I could see, with an open door a few feet away leading into the bathroom. Pretty colored rugs covered the brown carpet floor.

  “That will cost you a kiss, my dear.”

  Jack leaned down until I could feel his warm breath on my lips and our noses touched. He held himself back and said in a husky voice, “I love you, Isabel.”

  An image of us one day getting married and having a family flashed through my mind. I wasn’t the clingy type, or even the needy type, but he made me feel good. He made me feel like a normal woman that could accomplish what I’d never been able to do before.

  “I love you too,” I rasped, kicking the door shut with my foot.

  His kiss was more delicate this time, tamed, and not so rough. Heat flashed through my body down to my core.

  When he pulled away, I wanted to groan in frustration. To hell with the hot chocolate. Placing my hand on his chest, I pushed him backward until he fell back onto the loveseat.

  “Why don’t we take this opportunity and break in this place?” I murmured, slipping my clothes off until I stood before him in nothing but my lingerie. Placing a knee between his legs, I trailed my hands down his shirt and gripped the hem, lifting it up and over his head.

  “My ballerina, I like it when you get this way,” Jack grumbled gruffly. “But I’d like it better if you were on the bottom…”

  He lifted me up and set me on the love seat, hovering over me with nothing but his pants on.

  Fuck me.

  Jack. Jack. Jack.

  His name echoed in my head. I was head over heels for this man, and I was going to lick him nine ways to Sunday like an ice cream cone. Mine. All mine.

  The rush of emotions the flooded me where overwhelming. I never knew I could feel so much for one person.

  I’d never struggled to control my feelings. With him I was so open, vulnerable. He had me turned inside out.

  And I didn’t ever want this to stop.

  To love someone was to accept them as they were, and we did that for one another. It wasn’t a perfect relationship. We had struggled the same as everyone else. We were both stubborn people, and sometimes we both wanted to take the lead, but that was what made us right for one another.

  We both strived to make sure the other person got what they desired, that their respective needs were met. I let him be the dominant one ninety-nine percent of the relationship.

  Which I enjoyed.

  I had a thing for men that took the reins, and he was such a man. Sometimes I wanted sweet and slow and other times I wanted a rough hand.

  He gave me all that and more. I’d found my person.

  I could be a crazy bitch when we trained and I grew too tired, and I’d cry if I messed up. He understood me. He handled me at my greatest and weakest.

  He would be my forever, and fuck anyone who told me otherwise. Jack was my heart.

  “I love you so much,” I breathed against his mouth, pouring my love and emotions into the kiss. I nibbled at his plump lower lip, sliding my tongue over the place I’d bitten to soothe the ache.

  “What has come over you? You’ve never acted like this. I like it.”

  Taking my panties between his fingers, Jack pulled them down my legs. I shivered as they brushed past my knees. My legs fell open at his sides.

  “What a pretty pink pussy you have, and a nice tight ass that’s just waiting to be fucked.”

  God, his words were crude. I almost cringed, but I was intrigued by the idea of him taking my ass. I’d never done anal, and I knew he had a thing for my bottom.

  “Will it hurt?” I whispered.

  When his finger pressed against my rosebud, I squirmed on the cushion.

  He didn’t press his finger inside, just moved it around my puckered opening, watching me intently. The sensation wasn’t as bad as I’d expected it to be. It tickled a little—intense, but nice.

  “Not if we do this right.”

  “What is the right way?” I was a bit nervous. My ass was a total virgin. It’d never even been so much as touched.

  Jack was claiming a lot of firsts.

  “First step is to get you nice and wet.” His finger slid upward to my slit.

  Tracing it through my wetness, he trailed it back down to run over my rosebud.

  I whimpered at the sensation.

  “Next is to fit first one finger.” He stopped his hand’s movement to press the tip of his wet digit slowly into my anal passage.

  I tried not to wiggle or strain. I felt invaded, and it burned. At the same time, I wanted him to continue. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be filled back there.

  I was panting and he didn’t move, he just held it still inside me until the tension in my body left and I lay underneath him calmly.

  “W-what is next?” There had to be more than just this.

  “Next I’ll add a second finger inside your tight little hole and open you more. After you’ve grown used to the feel, we’ll see if you can take my cock.” He watched his hand that was curved under my ass. I couldn’t see anything very well, but I could only guess what the sight would be.

  From the look on his face, it was hot.

  “What are we waiting for?” I asked. He still hadn’t moved, and I’d grown numb to the one digit inside me.

  “I’m not waiting on anything. I’m doing this on my time; we will do this right. I have no wish to hurt this sweet ass before I can get into it.”

  Ten

  Jack

  She moaned when I inserted a second finger and started to stretch her tight ring.

  I hadn’t planned on taking her this way, but something primal inside me said that she would enjoy it, and I wanted to own her body in every way imaginable.

  “Jack.”

  Her moans where making it hard to hold back. Every time she moaned my name, I came a little more undone and my restraint tethered.

  “Tell me, do you enjoy what I’m doing to you so far? Because I think you do…”

  Her back was in a half-arch, and her small hands gripped at the cushions as I fingered her ass.

  Her pussy was wet, so wet in fact that it was dripping down onto my fingers. I used what lubricant her body provided me, pushing my way in deeper.

  After a few minutes of this, I finally pulled them out. Wiping my hand on my discarded shirt, I took hold of my shaft and positioned it between her thighs.

  “I can’t handle the teasing, Jack. I crave you.”

  She balled her fists and kicked her feet into the loveseat trying to press me inside, but all I did was pull away.

  I shook my head at her. “First things first, I need lube. It will hurt you if I don’t. Why don’t you open your legs for me?”

  Doing as I instructed, she opened up her legs, sliding her hands under her knees to hold them up and apart.

  Pressing my cock into her waiting pussy, I took my time fucking her.

  She was loud when it came to her pleasure this time. It was a good thing we didn’t have neighbors because it was likely they would have heard her. I didn’t want to share those sounds she made with anyone. Those were made for my ears alone.

  When I felt my balls start to draw up as she milked my shaft, I pulled out of her and pressed it once more to her rosebud.

  I didn’t make her take much of me at first, I worked my way in until the crown of my cock was inserted inside. Her limbs had grown stiff and the lines on her forehead were drawn.

  Grazing my hands up her flat stomach to her breasts, I cupped the swells, palming them, giving my attention to her stiff nipples that poke
d the air calling for touch.

  “The more you relax, the better it will feel,” I stated gruffly.

  “I think you can move now,” she purred, pushing her breasts harder into my hands. “It doesn’t hurt now. I was just a tad bit uncomfortable, but it actually feels nice.”

  “I will go slow. I promise.” I skimmed one hand back down to the apex of her thighs, paying close attention to the bundle of nerves nestled there. My ballerina needed a little help relaxing, and I wanted to give her pleasure. Make her moan my name.

  “You’re one kinky man, Jack.” She trembled under my hands. “I’ve never thought about doing this before.”

  “You like that?” I grunted, increasing the movement and pressure of my fingers on her clit as I thrust in to her slowly. “You’re so tight, Isabel.

  She was so beautiful, lying with her head turned to the side, her back arched, her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip. “Jack!” she cried out as she went over the edge, her whole-body shuddering, and the sound of her pleasure was the tipping point. The urge to come was too great. Pulling out, I came, releasing on her pussy and ass, marking her with my seed.

  Grabbing a throw blanket that lay over the side of the loveseat, I hung it over my shoulder and picked Isabel up into my arms, carrying her over to the bed.

  “After we rest, we can do whatever you desire.”

  Laying her in the middle of the mattress, I climbed up to lay beside her and covered us with the blanket.

  She snuggled into my side with a sigh. My eyes closed to the sound of her slumbering breath.

  ∞∞∞

  Waking up from an hour’s nap, I stretched to find Isabel smirking at me.

  “Now that I’m not distracted by your sweetness, how about a dance?” she yawned, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

  “But there is nowhere to dance. Unless you want to dance outside.” We were miles and miles from the studio and there was not enough room in the cabin to dance.

  “You can make anything your dancefloor with a bit of imagination. We will see what the outdoors has to offer us.” Isabel jumped up off the bed and picked up her discarded clothing—putting everything back on.

  “You’re correct, my dear. We can, and we will.” If she wanted to dance, we would dance.

  Getting dressed again and putting on my coat, I held the door open for her and we walked out into the ankle-deep snow. It was snowing lightly. Large fluffy flakes dotted the air, the type of snow that would stick to the ground for days.

  Sucking in a breath of surprise when a snowball hit me in the chest, I shot an evil grin toward Isabel who had run off into the trees.

  She played dirty.

  I like that.

  Grabbing a handful of snow, I squeezed it together and ran after the not so innocent woman.

  She wouldn’t escape me. I wouldn’t let her. Out here in the snow, in the trees, she was in a place I was familiar with. I would win this game.

  I tracked her. Somehow, she had slipped from my sight and the snowfall had covered her tracks, or she was covering them behind her. Either way, I’d lost her trail and I’d grown worried.

  “Isabel!” I shouted, calling out for her. I’d managed to follow her to a small clearing that hadn’t been filled up with a ton of snow yet, the tree branches had seemed to protect the area under it. I could still see the grass faintly.

  “If you’re lost, I need you to answer me!” I tried again, but again I heard nothing.

  A white flying object came at me from the side and I ducked out of its way. Finally, I heard a giggle.

  My heart stopped pounding with fright. She’d been toying with me, and I’d believed her to be in some sort of trouble. I should have known better.

  Silently making my way over to the tree line again, I jumped behind the tree the snowball had come from and captured her in my arms. Her squeal of joy had me wanting to do this again, but without her hiding from me.

  “I was never lost, silly.” She quaked with her hidden laugher. “I had you in my line of sight the whole time. Even I’m not dumb enough to wander off into the woods alone, in an area I know nothing about.”

  “I know, but I did worry for a second.” I spun her around in the air.

  “I want to dance here.”

  Looking around the small enclosure surrounded by trees and the almost bare ground, I nodded. I couldn’t have picked a better spot.

  We bowed at one another, taking our places as we started to perform our dance routine under the gray sky and falling snow.

  Not even the theater could capture the beauty in this moment with Isabel.

  She’d known something magical would happen out here, and now I understood. This dance was of the swan, and every swan needed to be in its element. This one just happened to be hers. Her movement with every step she took never faltered, she was the Swan, and I got to witness her dance of glory as she let her body become one with her character.

  “I can’t believe you’re mine. You’re a wonder to me. I love you,” I whispered, trying to keep my emotions at bay. I never got emotional like this. But with her, I wanted to lay it all on the line for her to see.

  Her arms wrapped around my neck and she stared into my eyes, hers shining with love and devotion.

  “Believe it, Jack. Believe it all. I love you too.”

  Epilogue one

  4 weeks later

  Isabel

  It was Christmas Eve the morning before that first show, and I couldn’t have been more excited about my big debut on stage.

  Jack and I had worked until our feet pretty much bled from our long hours spent dancing. I would honestly not miss the pain after this was over.

  I had made the decision. After this show, I was done. I was ready to put my slippers away. Maybe I would teach young children instead? It had been in the back of my mind for a few weeks now. I went back and forth on the idea because I told myself I’d never do that, but it did sound pleasant.

  I didn’t have to teach or work with the older, less mannered adults, I could work with the new to ballet children. Maybe Jack would want to partner up and work with me? I would have to ask him.

  Clammy fingers poked at my hip and yanked on the fabric I was wearing bringing me back to the here and now.

  I tried not to move as the seamstress poked another needle into the fabric barely missing my skin around my waist. But I’d unfortunately wiggled a bit trying to escape the threat and she shot me a glare that had once made me stand tall and still.

  “You know, we wouldn’t have had this problem last minute, hours before the show, if you would have kept your diet and didn’t gain five pounds!” she snapped at me, treating me like a child.

  I hadn’t broken any of the rules. I ate the same normal amount I always had. There was nothing off about my weight, other than the few pounds I’d gained, but I wasn’t going to let her get me down about that. My weight was fluctuating. That wasn’t my fault.

  I’d gone to my doctor, pushing my annual women’s checkup a month or two sooner when I’d notice a change in myself, and I was still waiting for a call back about my blood tests and swabs. I thought it was due to my hormones, or my thyroid. Hell, maybe I was coming down with the flu for all I know. I’d been sleeping a lot more lately, just being lazy, and I’d had constant nausea for the past week.

  I looked down my nose at the older woman that worked in the costume department and glared right back.

  “Maybe your sewing skills are just a bit off with this costume, there is nothing wrong with my weight,” I shot back, not caring that she tried to jab me with another pin as she took my new measurements.

  I wasn’t about to stand by and let someone be rude to me. I’d noticed that since being with Jack, I’d started sticking up for myself more.

  I’d even gone as far as to stop helping those around me that didn’t appreciate my efforts.

  I’d grown my backbone and it was all thanks to him. I felt better about myself now too. I didn’t care that others still
looked at me with disdain; I honestly didn’t give a shit.

  If they wanted to occupy themselves with what I did that was on them. I wasn’t about to burden my life with trying to make anyone else happy but myself and Jack.

  The woman didn’t say anything more, she pinned the places that needed to be fixed and then I left to head home.

  Today was a much cooler day than normal. The roads were covered in black ice, but at least it was sunny.

  It was early, around seven-forty in the morning on a Monday, and I knew Jack would still be in bed. I’d left early because I’d gotten a phone call the night before to come in for new measurements.

  After we got back from the cabin, we’d done the works, but after the costumes were made and we’d gotten to try them one for the first time during the first dress rehearsal, mine didn’t fit. I didn’t know why they had waited until the last moment to fix this minor problem, but I had a feeling it was due to the lady working on it. I didn’t know her, but I knew of her. She had a reputation for being the best of the best when it came to making custom costumes for the dancers, but she came with attitude and she didn’t like to do things over.

  When my weight shifted, I knew right away that it would piss her off. I was just glad that they’d kept me on as a lead and didn’t switch me out for my back up.

  Stepping into Jack’s house, that I guess I should have thought of as ours instead since half of my belongings were already over here, I let the warmth soak into my chilled skin. The cooler air had gotten to me on the walk back home, even with winter boots on, and I could feel the numbness leaving my toes.

  “Isabel, come eat breakfast!” Jack yelled to me from the kitchen. I toed off my boots and walked toward the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs—and the smell that could only be pancakes.

  Pancakes! Oh, how I love him.

  He knew we couldn’t eat these things, and everyone wondered why I was gaining weight. I was probably overreacting because of all the junk I was eating that I hadn’t ate on a daily basis before.

  The man cooked like a chef and everything always turned out so damn good.