7. Chapter Seven #2
I look at the other people in the room. They’re all hungry for this.
I hate that my body responds to it but I do.
I like being watched. I like being front and center.
I’ve been striving to be the principal ballet dancer at my company for years and when I finally achieved it, I thought it was the best day of my life.
But what I’m feeling now is somehow even better.
Mikhail pulls me back against his chest. I allow all my weight to rest against him. I’m choosing to trust him in this moment.
He brings his hand to rest between my legs, over my underwear. I can feel the heat of his hand radiating into me.
My breathing comes out in trembles. I’ve never been this desperate for someone to touch me before.
And then he finally does.
My hips almost buck up but I keep them controlled. It’s ticklish but in a good way. I force myself to relax against Mikhail.
He doesn’t move his hand around; just keeps it right there . My thighs begin to tremble from keeping my legs open as tense as they are. I’ve been dancing almost my entire life. I have a lot of strength in my body but right now, this is unfamiliar territory for me.
“Does this feel good, baby?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I admit, blushing when the people around me look even hungrier.
“How about this?” He begins to rub his palm back and forth. The motion is so pleasurable, I almost let out a moan. “Do you like this? Tell everyone that you do.”
“I do like it,” I gasp out. My hips can no longer stay still. I raise them a little to seek more friction from his hand.
“Have you ever touched yourself before?”
“No. I was too embarrassed.”
That gets a few pitying laughs from the people around me.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed now,” he says, pressing his palm down harder against me. “You just need to learn to let go.”
I rest my head on Mikhail’s shoulder and feel his steadying breath on my cheek. It’s comforting. He’s got me, even in this crazy new world he’s brought me to.
He rubs me harder and harder through my underwear.
I want to feel him skin to skin but I’m shy to ask.
I’m sure he would be on board for it. The problem is that with all these people watching, it makes talking feel to intimate.
Too on display. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin the moment.
“She’s so innocent,” one man comments.
“Look at her fighting it,” a woman says, sharing a laugh with the people around her.
I flush. They’re all talking like I can’t hear them. It’s dehumanizing and yet… it’s sort of thrilling. It’s like I’m a character in a ballet. I’m not playing my true self and because of that, I can learn to let go. I don’t have to have my father’s words hold me back any longer.
Mikhail’s touch is firm between my legs. He’s not letting up. I grind my hips against his hand, seeking more and more. It’s a natural movement.
His other hand settles over my breast, giving it a squeeze. A flash of arousal hits me and I whimper.
“She almost sounds afraid,” someone else says.
“Are you afraid, baby?” Mikhail asks me. His warm voice in my ear is doing things to me.
“I…” I’m not even sure I can speak. My hand finds his over my breast and I hold on tight. I need to feel steady because right now, it feels like I’m going to fall overboard.
“She can’t even speak,” Mikhail says. “Tell me how this feels.”
His command sends another jolt of pleasure through my body. His hand is unrelenting. My hips undulate back and forth without my mind even giving it any thought.
“Good,” I whisper. When he quirks his eye at me, I blush. “Amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Then just feel it, Natalya. Learn to let go with it.”
He presses down harder and harder onto the sensitive spot between my legs. Even through my underwear, I can feel everything. In fact, I think my underwear helps provide an extra level of friction.
I’m starting to lose myself. Looking at the people watching me with hungry expressions and feeling what Mikhail is doing to my body transports me to another world, one where I don’t have to be the shy white swan anymore. I can be bold. Seductive. Powerful. Just like the black swan.
And that does it for me.
I feel a pull deep within my core that spreads through my entire body like a jolt of lightening and I know. I just know. I’m experiencing my first ever orgasm.
I gasp and arch my hips as my body begins to shudder. Mikhail continues to rub his hand between my legs. The people around me look even more hungry. Some even look jealous. They want to be doing this to me but only Mikhail gets to. That turns me on even more.
All my energy leaves me and I slump against Mikhail’s chest, breathing heavy.
He taps each of my inner thighs. My backside is still sore from where he spanked me earlier but I didn’t even think of it when he touched me. I was so lost in it. I still am.
His fingers reach the edge of my panties. “I need to see how I wet I made you.” Before I can react, he pulls my panties down and drops the piece of fabric to the floor.
I gasp. Everyone can see my naked lower body. I try to close my legs but Mikhail forces them apart.
“Let everyone see your arousal. Your pretty pink pussy.” His fingers flutter over my bare skin. I feel extra sensitive now from my orgasm. My nub is swollen from the pleasure of it all.
“You’re bare,” he murmurs.
“It’s easier for dancing. The costumes.”
“Ah. So you didn’t do this for any man in mind?”
“No.”
“Good.” He settles his entire palm back between my legs. Now that he’s touching me skin to skin, it makes everything more intimate. More vulnerable. More on display. “You’re wet, baby. So fucking wet.”
I can’t help but moan when he slides his thumb over my bud. My hips buck up again.
“I’m too sensitive,” I say, trying to push his hand away.
He places my hand on the side of the chair and returns his fingers to my nub. I gasp. “I get to say how I touch you,” he says. “You don’t get to stop this. I can tell you’re enjoying it. Don’t stop pleasure if you don’t need to.”
With my legs wide open, everyone can see me.
Some of the men begin to stroke themselves through their pants while some of the women begin to rub themselves between the legs.
I blush and turn my eyes toward Mikhail but that only lights me on fire more.
His gaze is the most intense out of everyone here.
“I want you to come again,” he orders, rubbing his fingers along my clit. I’ve always understood my anatomy. I just never had the bravery to explore. I’ve been missing out for years.
But something tells me that my own touch would never be able to compare to Mikhail’s. His touch is magic.
“I can’t,” I gasp out, even though my hips raise up to meet his hand again.
“Yes, you can. I am telling you to do this, Natalya. Come for me again.” He presses down on my nub, making my hips jerk up.
I let my head relax and shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation he’s giving me and knowing that there are so many people enjoying what they see in return. I feel powerful and scared and excited and aroused all at once.
I have to just trust Mikhail. I have no other choice.
Once I allow myself to relax into him, I find my pleasure building and building back up again. It doesn’t take long for it to reach it’s full height.
Mikhail knows how to perfectly touch me to send me over the edge.
I gasp and arch as my second orgasm washes over me. It’s not as powerful as the first one but it’s still just as good.
I slump against him, trying to catch my breath. My head feels fuzzy and yet more clear than it ever has.
Mikhail keeps his hand between my legs, not touching my nub, but just resting it there. Claiming me.
“You are one lucky man,” someone says, letting out a whistle.
Mikhail chuckles. “I really am. You did good, baby,” he says in a lower voice for me to hear. “I’m proud of you. For giving in to your pleasure. For allowing yourself to just feel and let go.”
I’ve never felt more happy in my entire life. Mikhail’s praise beats out all the praise I ever received as a dancer. Even the praise my father gave me, which wasn’t often. He wanted me to be perfect. He didn’t believe in handing out compliments if they weren’t earned.
With Mikhail though, I did earn his compliment. I earned it through pleasure instead of pain and tears.
He settles back on the chair, keeping his hand between my legs. In a way, it’s acting as a barrier so others can’t see my vulva.
“I wish I could taste her,” a woman says. It’s the one who tried to touch my arm.
“Well, you can’t,” Mikhail says flatly. “Only I can.”
“And what does she taste like?”
Mikhail dips a finger inside of me, making me gasp. My inner walls clench down from the unexpected touch.
“Careful, baby,” he says. “Easy, easy. I won’t hurt you. Relax.”
I force myself to listen to his words. Mikhail pulls his finger back out of me and brings it to his lips. I gape at him.
“She tastes delicious. Natural musk with a hint of sweetness.”
“You haven’t put your mouth on her yet?”
“Not yet.”
The woman motions at him. “Why not now?”
Mikhail and I share a look before he shakes his head. “I think I’ve pushed my sweet wife enough for today. I already gave her a spanking earlier. She’s handled a lot. We can save that for another day. I think it’s time we head back home now.”
“Do you have to?” the woman asks. “She’s so pretty and perfect to look at.”
“You should come back here and take her virginity in front of everyone,” a man says. “I would love to see it.”
I shudder. I’m not sure that’s what I want at all and yet, I can’t deny that I’m flattered these people want to see me experience all of my firsts.
“I’ll decide when and where I claim my wife for the first time.” Mikhail places my feet to the ground and I can finally close my legs together. It’s a relief and yet, there’s a tiny bit of disappointment fluttering through me.
He picks up my panties but doesn’t place them back on me.
Instead, he stuffs the fabric into his pants pocket.
“Come along, Natalya.” He holds my hand as we leave the party.
I’m even more aware of how short my dress is now that I don’t have any underwear on.
It barely touches the end of my backside.
Mikhail’s driver is waiting outside the car for us. He averts his gaze from me as Mikhail helps me into the backseat.
Mikhail pushes a button to close the divider between us and his driver as we start to head back to our home. “How was tonight for you?” He places my legs on his lap, his fingers fiddling with my shoe straps. Goosebumps break out on my skin.
“It was… a lot.”
“I figured. You did well in there. I know all of that was new for you. But you did such a good job. You made me proud.”
I can’t help but blush all over again, despite everything we just did together. “Thank you. And… you made me feel good. Even though everyone was looking, you made me feel like it was just the two of us.”
“I’m glad. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His fingers glide back up my leg to my thigh. “I can’t wait to play with your pussy for the rest of our lives.”
I shiver. He can so easily say things like that. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the confidence. “Do you want me to talk like that too?”
“What? Say words like pussy and cock?”
“Yes.”
“No. I like that you’re a good girl. I like that you’re innocent. I don’t want to hear those words from you. Let me take you. Corrupt you, even. But I still want you to retain some innocence when all of this is over.”
When all of this is over. I’m not sure I ever want any of this to be over.