5. Chapter Five #2
“Robert, enough,” Mikhail says. “Fuck her. Take her hard. I want my innocent little wife to see it.”
I swallow. “I’m not sure -,”
“It’s ok, baby. Just watch. Watch and enjoy two people in the throes of pleasure.”
Robert slips his pants down and his erection springs to attention. I have to look away. But Mikhail gently grabs my chin and makes me look.
“See his cock?” he says into my ear. “You can only look. No other man’s cock will ever touch you but mine.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I admit. Though… I’m still not fully sure I want Mikhail. I’m drawn to him but what is going to happen when I’m completely consumed by him?
“Good. But you can watch. And I want you to watch. See how it is to fuck.”
I shiver. My face is on fire and nothing feels like it will burn it out.
Robert grabs Cecillia’s hips and thrusts himself forward. They both moan as he enters her.
I gasp and look away again. It just feels so wrong to be watching but once more, Mikhail gently turns my face back to look.
“You’re shy, baby,” he comments, running his hands over my thighs. I lean even further back into him.
“I’ve never seen this before.”
“Have you watched porn?”
“No. It always seemed tacky and wrong.”
“Sex isn’t wrong.” He grips my thighs tighter, sending a heat wave through me. I have the urge to open my legs but I keep them clamped shut. The flutter growing in my stomach is moving down to the space between my legs. For some reason, I don’t want Mikhail to know.
“I know. I’m sure it can be beautiful. But watching other people… it’s always felt wrong. But…” I bite my lip.
I can feel Mikhail watching me so I catch his eye. “What, baby?”
“I have read it. Sex scenes in books.”
His smirk only makes me blush harder. “And?”
“And… I did like it.”
“What did you like about it?”
I can hear Cecillia and Robert moaning as their bodies move together. The sound of their flesh touching is loud in the quiet room. But I don’t notice any of that as I keep my eyes trained with Mikhail’s.
“I liked how powerful the men were. How they made the women feel good. They just knew what to do. The women didn’t have to say anything.”
“You like a dominant man then?”
I look away, unable to take his intense gaze a moment longer. My eyes land back on the couple. The pleasure on their faces is obvious. They’re enjoying this. They like being watched.
I look to the ground. “I’m not sure,” I tell him. “I just know I liked what I read.”
“And for dance? Did you like being touched there?”
“It was never sexual. Like I said, Jake, my partner, is gay. We’ve been dancing together for years. It never felt inappropriate.”
“I like that I don’t have to kill Jake for touching you.”
I shiver. “Would you? Kill someone for touching me?”
“If he meant to take you for himself, then yes. But since Jake has no interest in you, then I won’t hurt him.”
“I don’t want you to hurt anyone for me.”
“Except Antoni.”
Right. I did ask Mikahil to kill a man for me. I can never forget that.
His hands squeeze my thighs, making me sharply inhale. “Are you afraid of touch? Sexual touch? I saw you as the black swan. I saw the way you oozed sexuality on stage. You have it in you, Natalya.”
“It was just a performance. I was acting. I’m not like the black swan. I’m much more like the white swan.”
“And I like that you’re innocent. I want to take it from you. I want to be the only man to ever touch you again.”
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 my throat 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 na?ve 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.”
“You never answered my question. If you gave me a direct order and I said no, what would you do?”
“I would spank you.” He says it like it’s as natural as breathing.
I can’t help but blanch. “Spank me?”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. You might even enjoy it. Pain mixed with pleasure. If you don’t listen to me when I think something is right for you, I will spank you.”
“Then I don’t have a voice.”
“You do. If you truly believe something else is better for you, you can always tell me.”
“You’ll just spank me first.” My body tenses. I want to get off his lap but Mikhail tightens his hold on my waist.
“I might have to spank you now for having sass.”
I flush. “Please don’t. This is all so new for me.”
He looks to Robert and Cecillia, who are just standing there, waiting for Mikhail to tell them what to do next. “I have an idea. Natalya, why don’t you dance for us?”
The sudden question startles me so much, it takes me a moment to process his words. “What?”
“Dance for us. You love to perform. Well, we can be your audience for the night.” He takes my chin and makes me look him right in the eye. “Dance for us. For me.”
It’s a command.
And I hate to admit it but it makes me want to do as he says. I want to please him.
He loosens his grip on my waist and I stand up on shaky legs. He steadies me for a moment. “A dance has to be grounded.”
How can I tell him that my entire world has been rocked in one night?
I stand near the door. Cecillia and Robert sit down, both of them fully naked.
“I can’t do this,” I say. “Not when they’re naked. It’s too… strange.”
“Put your clothes on,” he tells the couple and they comply. Once their dressed, he turns back to me. “Better?”
“Yes.”
“Then dance.”
Mikhail leans back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. It’s a power position. A reminder that he’s in charge here and he wants me to dance.
“I haven’t danced since my dad…” Tears prick my eyes and to my embarrassment, they fall down right in front of everybody.
“Its ok, baby. Just dance. Get lost in it.”
The sound of classical music starts and it makes me look up with a gasp. Mikhail has a remote in his hands. A stereo is on a table across the room.
“Dance,” he demands.
Slowly, I begin to move, like someone else is pulling the strings. I’m not in control of my body. I let the music wash over me and I focus on Mikhail’s eyes, leading me to this moment, and I dance.
I dance with ease. The movements are like second nature in my body. I don’t have to think about any of it.
And the longer I dance, the more I realize the pain of my father lessens. It’s still there but just for this moment, I don’t have to feel it. I can just get lost in the here and now.
I finish my dance with a curtsey and stand back up. None of them speak. I watch them all, playing with the hem of my dress.
Then Mikhail begins to clap and the other two join in. “That was beautiful, baby. What did you two think?”
“It was beautiful,” Cecillia agrees. “You’re a great dancer.”
“Really great,” Robert says.
“Would you tell me if I was bad?” I ask. “Are they allowed to voice their true opinions?”
“They’re not slaves,” Mikhail says, approaching my side. “They can say what’s on their minds. And you really are a beautiful dancer, Natalya. You’ve worked hard to get where you are. It radiates off you. Your father would be proud.”
The mention of my father brings my pain all back and I begin to cry again. Mikahil pulls me into his arms and comforts me, murmuring soft nonsensical words into my ear. I haven’t been hugged by a man since my dad died and even then, my dad wasn’t a big hugger.
Without even realizing it, I find that I wrap my arms around Mikhail in return and cling on tight.