Chapter 10 #3
“Eyes on me,” he growled, and my head snapped forward as if controlled by invisible strings.
At that moment, he was my master. I was helpless to resist his commands—not that I wanted to.
I wanted to listen, to make him proud, to be the girl he wanted me to be.
Maybe it was some fucked up form of my people pleasing coming back to haunt me.
“Good girl.”
I whimpered, my body really liking the sound of that.
Alek must have noticed my reaction. “Do you like it when I praise you, Eva?” he whispered, and I nodded, unwilling to open my mouth in case another embarrassing noise left me.
“Slide your finger in and out. Keep your eyes on me.”
And maybe it was the commanding tone in his voice, or maybe it was the way he looked at me.
Or maybe it was the way I could feel my muscles clenching around my fingers, my body slowly losing control to the fire building within me.
Whatever the cause, all of my lingering apprehension slowly melted away, leaving behind a primal desire for more.
For Alek.
I began to get more daring, my finger moving in and out without his commands, my thumb even daring to press against my clit. My legs buckled for a second before I regained my balance.
“Look at how beautiful you are when you touch yourself. My pretty, pretty girl,” he purred, and I almost fell apart right then and there.
“Alek,” I breathed.
“Add another finger.”
I stilled my movements for a second, my eyes widening. “Another?”
“Yes, another. You have to prepare yourself for my cock, baby.”
A thrill shot up my spine at the idea of losing my virginity to him, of his cock being inside of me, our bodies close together. My nipples ached from where they chaffed against my shirt. I wished it was off. That we were naked on the stage floor, Alek already inside of me.
“Eva,” he said, his voice deliciously deep, snapping me back to reality. “Another finger. Now.”
I obeyed instantly, not wanting to find out what would happen if I didn’t. Alek’s eyes sharpened with satisfaction as I slipped another finger inside of me, a high-pitched cry escaping me.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t take it.
I needed more.
“How do you feel?”
“Weird,” I panted, twisting and bending my fingers inside of me, the fire inside of me burning and burning and burning. I was beginning to lose control of my movements, my movements turning erratic, my vision darkening at the edges.
“How?”
“I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening to me…”
“You’re close,” he growled under his breath, eyeing me like I was a drop of blood in the middle of the ocean, and he was a starving shark on the edge of a frenzy.
“Yes.”
My hips started to thrust into my hand, but it wasn’t enough to uncoil the spring within me. Nothing I was doing was enough.
My other hand slid up my body, cupping my breast through my shirt. I began to massage it, to pull and tweak the nipple, but it didn’t satisfy me. It climbed higher to my higher, the fingers delving into the loosening strands.
“Alek,” I whimpered. My lips parted into a soft pout. “I need more.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“You… Oh God, I need you.”
He was in front of me in a second, capturing my wrist and pulling my fingers out of my body with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn.
Alek brought my glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked hard, groaning at the taste of me.
His eyes closed as he savored it. When he opened them again, his eyes shone with darkness, like something covered in oil.
“You taste so good. So fucking good.”
Then, he was pushing his fingers inside of me, cupping my pussy with his hand while his lips descended to my neck. Alek’s rhythm was forceful, his fingers much longer than my own. He owned me with every stroke, driving me higher and higher and higher.
“Come for me, Eva,” Alek murmured when he could sense me tightening around him. “Fall apart for me. I’ll keep you safe.”
And when Alek curled his fingers inside of me, I did. The darkness overtook the edges of my vision, everything burning in the wake of the fire.
Alek cursed under his breath, his fingers slowing but never exiting me. He whispered reassurances over and over—how pretty I was, how good I felt around him, how he was going to make me his.
“Mine,” he said. “You will be mine, Evangeline Vale.”
And maybe I should have told him that that wasn’t my real name, but I couldn’t bring myself to, not when I was still feeling the shockwaves of everything we just did. So I nodded while the waves subsided until his fingers left me entirely.
I leaned into Alek’s strong body, attempting to hide my flaming cheeks against his neck.
What had I done? Did I really just throw myself at him, begging him to fingerfuck me?
I could feel my dignity leave piece by piece, my pride fully shattered.
I was never going to be able to show him my face again.
“Eva,” he said, pinching my chin between his fingers and raising it to meet his eyes.
But I avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but him.
The stage, the velvet curtains, the dying lights.
I couldn’t bear to see the judgment on his face.
Not now, not while I was still feeling the effects of my first real orgasm, my legs feeling like jelly, my eyes wanting to close.
“Look at me.”
I tried to shake my head, but he growled. “Eva. Look at me. Now.”
Even though I didn’t want to, I listened, some part of me knowing that he was in charge here. That I could place control in his hands, and he would take good care of it—and me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I mean, I’m a little embarrassed.”
I tried to look down, but when his grip tightened, my eyes snapped back to his, some inner part of me knowing I needed to submit to him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, stroking my chin. “Now, what are you embarrassed about?”
“I completely lost control back there in front of you. I wanted to be… I don’t know. Sexy, or something.”
“Evangeline. That was incredibly sexy. You are so fucking perfect. Nothing you do could ever be unattractive to me.”
“But—”
“You. Are. Fucking. Perfect,” he said, eyes boring into me, letting me see the truth written plainly across his face. The honesty in his eyes.
“Alek,” I began.
“No, baby. You don’t seem to understand what I mean, so let me be clear: I like you.
You falling apart on my fingers was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I want to see it again many, many times, possibly even tonight if you’ll let me.
I want to do things for you. I want to bring you flowers each time I take you to dinner, and I want to fuck you with your heels still on after.
I want to meet your family, and I want you to meet mine—once I’m certain my mother won’t scare you off.
I want to pick you up from your dance rehearsals, I want to be in the front row for every show, and I want to make you come after each one.
And I want to learn everything about you, including the parts that you think aren’t sexy. Got it?”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My lips parted on their own accord, and Alek swiped his thumb across my lower lip while my brain struggled to understand all of his words. It was as if someone had cracked open my chest and poured light straight into me without warning.
My thoughts tangled over each other, every carefully built belief about myself—that I wasn’t daring enough, wasn’t organized enough, wasn’t pretty enough, wasn’t perfect enough—fractured under the weight of his gaze.
I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with my body, like he was seeing past the dancer, past the good girl, past the perfection I chased, straight into the messy, wanting center of me.
And the strangest part was that he liked what he saw.
I could feel my heart slowly beginning to belong to Alek. And I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to get it back.
“Got it,” I whispered.
“Good. Do you have anywhere to be?”
I thought of Jules, who was no doubt waiting impatiently by the phone, wanting to hear both about the auditions and when to pick me up. I sighed. “Unfortunately. When can I see you again?”
“Whenever you want, baby.”
Something warm spread inside of me, beginning in my heart and moving outward. Baby, solnyshka, Eva. I didn’t care what he called me as long as he called me his, too.
I smiled. “Okay. I’ll text you.”
He bent down and placed a quick kiss on my lips, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Okay, Eva.”
Our bodies separated, albeit reluctantly.
I slipped my tights on, then my skirt. Alek looked disappointed at my increase in clothing, and to be honest, so was I.
But Jules wouldn’t have reacted well to me being late, especially if he learned it was because of a man.
And I didn’t want him to ruin things for Alek and me before they’d even fully started.
Alek jotted his phone number down on a piece of paper, kissing my hand as he handed it over. Pocketing it, I smiled at him, waving shyly. “Bye, Alek.”
“Aleksandr,” he said.
“What?”
“My full name is Aleksandr. I figured you should know what you’ll be screaming later.”
I flushed. “Do you want me to call you Alek or Aleksandr?”
“I want you to call me yours.”
God help me, I thought as his hungry eyes followed me all the way to the exit. I’m in big trouble.