16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Nikolai
Lana completes another wonderful performance for the third time. It feels like an honor to watch her on stage.
“That’s my wife,” I murmur to the older woman next to me as we watch Lana take her bow.
“Your wife is a beautiful dancer,” she comments. “I’m sure you’re proud.”
“I am.” Never have I felt more proud of Lana.
She has achieved what she’s always wanted to achieve.
And I’ve helped push her there. I’m sure her body must be sore from how hard I’ve taken it and how hard she’s danced on stage but she never shows any sign of being tired.
The passion in her eyes is unmistakable.
I follow the rest of the audience out of the theater. I’ll make my way back inside tonight to claim Lana again. I promised I’d have her body after every show and I intend to keep my promise.
The cold winter air makes me shiver inside my jacket. I may be a powerful mafia man but I am still human. The cold helps excite me. Gets me ready for the night.
“Nikolai,” a familiar female voice says. Turning around, I find Svetlana approaching me.
“What do you want?” I ask flatly.
She pouts. “I was hoping we could talk.”
“About what? Lana has told me the way you’ve been rude to her. Stop harassing my wife, Svetlana. We’re no longer together and we haven’t been for a long time.”
“But Nikolai… I’ve missed you.” She strokes her hand down my arm but I back away.
“Lana is my wife now. My loyalty is to her.” And besides, there’s no one else I’d rather be with.
“But don’t you miss me? The fun we had together? Don’t you miss by body? You’d always tell me how tight and nice it was.”
I clear my throat and glance around to make sure no other audience members are walking by.
“Svetlana, I said those things to you years ago. I meant it then but I don’t have those feelings for you anymore.
You were the one who wanted to end things anyway.
I moved on. You should too. Find another mafia man to bed and wed.
It’s been a few years since your husband died. Maybe it’s time to get a new one.”
“I don’t want a new one,” she whines. “I want you.”
“You’re not going to get me. Now, I’m leaving to meet up with my wife. Go home. You sound pathetic.”
Svetlana shoots me a glare and huffs as she walks away, struggling in her high heels in the snow. Her feet must be freezing but she doesn’t show it. All in the name of fashion no matter the weather.
I shake my encounter with Svetlana out of my mind and head back inside the theater to see my wife. My cock hardens at knowing what I’m going to do to her tonight.
Some of the ballerinas are still here, all chatting in the large dressing room.
But I know Lana is waiting for me in her private dressing room – probably already desperate and wet.
I smirk, knowing the hold I have over her.
It’s what I wanted from the first moment I laid eyes on her. To fully make her mine.
I turn the corner and stop when I run into Camille. Her eyes widen and a flicker of fear crosses her face. “Hello, Camille.”
“Mr. Smirnoff. Lana is in her dressing room.”
“I was just going to see her.”
Camille nods and walks past me before turning back around. “I have to know. Are you hurting her? I need to know that she’s safe.”
“Are you asking if I’ve abused my wife?”
“She told everyone you were the one who cut her.”
“I appreciate your concern, Camille. I’m glad that Lana has someone who cares about her in this cold place.
I know how lonely it has made Lana sometimes.
But I can assure you, I have never hurt my wife and I don’t intend on doing so.
” Except for all the times I’ve made her ass sore from spanking it.
But Lana wants it. She’s begged me for it.
Camille looks me over like I’m a dog she doesn’t trust. “All right. I have to say, Lana has unlocked something in herself. She’s dancing like she’s never danced before.”
“I have helped her get there.”
“Well… I guess I have to thank you for that then. But I think Lana has also gotten herself there. She’s always been passionate. She’s shown that she deserves this role.”
I incline my head. “I’m glad you think so.”
Camille sighs. “Well, I have to ask… please don’t threaten me ever again. I want Lana to win roles of her own talent. Not because you frighten me.”
“I think Lana has shown that she has the talent. I’ll stay out of it for now on. I promise.”
“Thank you.” She clutches a clipboard close to her chest and hurries away. I’m sure she’d be glad if she never saw me around this theater again.
I knock on Lana’s dressing room door. “Come in,” she says in her pretty voice. So soft and strong at the same time.
I find her in a black leotard and skin-colored tights. “You changed,” I comment.
“Is that a problem? I wasn’t sure…”
“It’s not a problem. I like how you look in this outfit. But I want you to put your ballet shoes back on. I have plans for you tonight.”
She sucks in a quiet breath. I’m sure her pussy is already wet at the thought of my cock claiming it once more. Lana quickly puts on her pointe shoes again and follows me out of the room.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Follow me.” The theater is more quiet now.
Less people. I lead Lana onto the main stage.
There’s no one else around. “I took you here for the very first time.” I stand behind her, settling my hands on her shoulders.
Lana looks out into the empty theater. “I plan on doing it again. I know how much you loved it.”
“I did,” she whispers.
“I know.” I plant a soft kiss on her neck before stepping back. “But I want you to dance for me first. A private dance. Just the two of us. A dance only for my eyes.”
She spins around to face me. “I don’t have anything prepared.”
“That doesn’t matter,” I murmur, running my finger down her cheek. “I want you to do what feels right in your body. Move for me. Dance for me. Only for me. Now that you’ve found your passion inside of you. Show that to me.” I step back and motion at the stage.
Lana hesitates for only a moment before she begins to move. I can tell she wants to make me happy. She needs me to tell her what to do. To lead her in life. Guide her. She’s been lost for so long but I am helping her find herself for the first time.
Lana’s movements become more confident as she glides across the floor. It’s a soft, elegant dance. Light lines. Beauty in its purest form. Never has she looked more beautiful than in this moment. My cock stiffens, making it hard to think.
Tonight isn’t about me pushing her to dance until she collapses. I want her to dance for the love of it. For the joy it brings her.
I stand still, my arms crossed, watching every move she makes. Every spin. Every extended arm and leg. Every pose she takes to let the moment breathe. I can tell her choreography is something she’s making up on the spot. Letting herself fully get lost in the moment. I love her even more for it.
It’s not something I’ve told Lana yet. I’m waiting for the right time, just like how I was waiting for the right time to claim her body. She needs to be in her best of mind to hear my words of love.
Lana’s eyes keep latching onto mine as she dances. Even if she turns her body, her head still moves to find my eyes. She never looks away. I bore my eyes into hers, hoping she feels what I’m feeling. The passion and eroticism of this moment.
I don’t tell her to stop. Lana will know when she wants to end the dance. She’ll know it in her body.
I can tell the theater is empty now. No more sound of talking or laughing. Just complete silence for Lana and I.
That’s the moment Lana finishes her dance by taking a bow.
She keeps herself in her curtsey with her head lowered as I walk over to her. I place my fingers under her chin and lift her eyes to mine. “You were perfection,” I murmur.
The blush on her face makes her more beautiful. “Thank you.”
“Now you’ve earned your reward.”
Her eyes light up with excitement. “What’s my reward?”
I lean down to her ear. “My cock inside your tight pussy.”
“Nikolai,” she gasps, her hands reaching out to touch me but she stops.
“You can touch me,” I give her permission. “I want you to let go again tonight. I know how much you love to be claimed by my body.”
“So are you going to take me every time in this theater?”
I cup her face and give her lips a soft kiss. “I plan on fucking you in our bed at some point. But isn’t this more fun?”
“Yes.” Lana leans her full body into mine and I can feel every part of her. Her small, lithe, strong frame.
My hands grab the sleeves of her black leotard and I rip it off her, exposing her small breasts. She cries out. My hands roughly grab her breasts and squeeze them. “You need me to hurt you again as I fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes.”
“Then run for me. Run from me.” I gently push her body forward and Lana takes off running. Her bare breasts bounce as she moves. It makes my cock harder. My innocent wife. Not so innocent anymore because of me.
I take my time chasing after her. Lana runs through the back of the theater, down hallway after hallway. It’s completely empty now. Dark. But I can still see her.
She trips over something and lands hard to the ground. I want to rush to her side and ask her if she’s all right but I hold back. Lana likes my roughness when we fuck. I’ll save my gentleness for her when she really needs it.
Lana pushes herself to her feet and takes off running again. I keep following behind, getting closer and closer.
We go in a full circle and make it back onto the main stage. Lana stops running and faces me as I approach her.
I grab the end of her leotard and pull it down her legs, taking her tights with it. She’s fully naked except for her ballet shoes. “Leave them on. It makes you look more sexy.”
I take off my tie and jacket but leave my white button down shirt on. “How badly do you need me, sweetheart?”
“So much.”
“How much? Tell me, does your pussy ache for my cock?”
“Yes.” The desperation is already obvious in her voice.
“Are you wet already?”