Unbearably patient, I stroked her with my hands and watched her face. Her eyelids sensually dropped down at the corners. Those eyes softened as her pupils dilated.
“Misha, please.”
I lapped at her clit. “Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
“With what?”
The leg balanced on the barre shivered. “Misha.”
“My hand. My cock. My tongue. Which one do you want?”
“Your cock.”
I rose from my knees and unzipped my pants. I didn’t yank out my shirt or undress. I had no time.
She watched me in the mirror’s reflection. “Hurry.”
My cock twitched, loving how she begged. Right behind her, I pulled my cock out between the unzipped hole. “Hurry?”
She blinked. “Yes.”
I smirked. “Not please or Master?”
“Master? Really, Misha?”
I slid my hands down the hungry length and squeezed the mushroomed tip. It had tinted red in agitation, so ready to be inside of her. “Rise.”
With the one foot still on the ground, she went to the point of her toe, positioning her pussy perfectly for me. “Come on, Misha. Give it to me.”
I grunted. “Say please.”
Usually, she would test me some more, but this time she moaned. “Please.”
I licked my lips. “Please, what?”
“Fuck you, Misha.”
An evil chuckle left me as I pierced her with my cock, but didn’t move. I just stayed right inside of her. She tried to inch back and forth on the length.
I gripped her waist hard. “You’re mine and no one else’s.”
Her words came out in pants. “I thought we already established that.”
“As long as we both agree.” And then I went to the seductive business of fucking her. How long had I imagined Ava naked and in this position? Her breasts bobbed in the mirror’s reflection. I held her up so she wouldn’t have to balance all her weight on that toe. I needed her to focus on my cock and the way I made her feel as I pumped into her.
“Oh!” She trembled against me.
Lifting her higher so that her toe was no longer touching the ground, I pounded into her. She held onto the bar, moaning and shrieking.
Some other song came on, but I couldn’t gather the melody. Only Ava had my attention. The room darkened around us. The weight of the world left my shoulders. This moment was the only thing that mattered. It was only her and I, making love underground. She climaxed, rocking back into me and pressing her face against the mirror. The glass fogged around her lips. I rammed my cock deep into her, knowing that the visual would make me cum.
“Oh!”
“That’s right, Ava.”
“Oh!”
Holding her close to me so that I was super deep, I shot inside of her. My cock vibrated from the force. Groaning loud, I pumped some more, spilling every drop.
“Oh!”
“Take it!” I rammed my cock in some more. “Fucking take it!”
My chest heated. My heart raced. Sweat dripped down my face. Only Ava could transform me from calm and collect to a deranged horny mad man.
When we finished orgasming, I helped her down and pulled my cock away. She lowered her leg from the barre, turned around, and stumbled to the side. I caught my disheveled ballerina—leotard wrenched from here to there. Hair sticking to her forehead. Wild satisfaction in her eyes.
She raised her hand to my face and touched my lips with her fingertips. “I love you.”
My body froze, yet the words escaped from my mouth. “I love you too.”
I gazed at her, more surprised. Of course I loved her, but to say it aloud? To truly admit it to her and myself…
Shock filled me.
She slipped her fingertips along my lips as if gathering up those words. “I meant what I said. I won’t make you choose between your world and me. Somehow I’ll figure out a way to accept it all.”
I searched her face and witnessed the honesty. “And I meant what I said. If you can’t accept it, then the choice is yours. I’ll leave it all behind. I won’t lose you.”Chapter 18
Ava
Days passed.
Most mornings, Circuit and Misha labored and supervised the Rainbow Hats in searching desperately for Leonid’s location. Every time they found a possible spot, Misha and his men rushed off. Yet they never found him.
One time, I overheard Naveen and Misha arguing over a location Misha’s men were watching. The name Taya Turgenev kept coming up. Naveen thought they should do something to this woman to get Leonid out of his hiding. Misha disagreed.
I searched her name myself and discovered it was Leonid’s sister.
Misha has limits to what he would do. Thank God.
Meanwhile, no further communication came from the Xecutioners.
After a few days, I began dancing in my practice room in the morning. Soon, Misha’s men moved a desk into my room and placed three laptops on top of it. As I twirled and spun, Misha sat at the desk, typed on those laptops, and spoke on the phone. Every few minutes, I would catch him intensely gazing at me. I became addicted to those moments, needing him to always be around while I danced.