disobedience. My hands shook as I took off my clothes. Silence accompanied each drag of fabric down my legs or up over my head until I had nothing left to remove. The only thing I wore was a cloak of shame and quite possibly his fingerprints on my neck as I watched him walk toward me, one hand lifting the glass to his lips, his other reaching to slide the zipper of his pants down. By the time he stood before me, his cock was already freed of its confinement, bobbing lewdly as he looked up and down my nude body.
“Knees, now,” he said, fisting his cock. “Unless, of course, you’ve decided you’re not a fan of lube?”
I thought I couldn’t feel more humiliated, but I’d thought wrong. As I slowly went to my knees, I looked behind me for the first time to see what I’d thought was a wall was actually a huge plane of glass that looked out over the waters of the lake. Turning back, I knew what he’d said on the phone was about to come true. His lips curled into a sneer as mine opened to accept his cock, my tongue instantly beginning to lick and lave, knowing I was the one to provide the lubrication he’d promised. He drank his champagne while looking out the window at the lake while my head bobbed up and down his cock until he took hold of my hair and tugged me free.
“That’s enough,” he said, using his hold to pull me to my feet. “We wouldn’t want it to be too easy now, would we? Turn around and press those little titties against the window.”
Even with his shaft glistening with my saliva, I knew easy wasn’t even close to what I’d be experiencing. Turning, I stepped up to the glass, closing my eyes as I pressed my body against the cold pane, my nipples pebbling with the shocking change of temperature. I didn’t think of how someone might see me, knowing it didn’t matter as no one could see me as anything worse than how I saw myself in my mind’s eye.
I saw the woman I’d struggled to become disappear, and the woman I’d thought gone forever returning to step in to take her place. Perhaps that was for the best as I wasn’t sure the new Clara would be capable of surviving whatever happened in the next moment or the hours that would follow.
So, when he kicked my feet apart, I simply shifted my stance. And when he upended his glass to allow the remaining icy drops of his drink to slide down my spine, I only shuddered feeling the liquid slide into the crevice of my buttocks. And when he said to reach back and spread the cheeks of my ass wide… I did.
28
Alek
It didn’t take a degree in psychology to know something was off with Clara. No, not just off — something was definitely wrong.
It wasn’t the fact she was avoiding me because she wasn’t… not in the sense that she didn’t answer the phone when I called to check on how her grandmother was faring. She answered my questions, assured me everything was fine, politely thanked me for my concern, and hung up. At the theater, she didn’t slip from a room whenever I entered. Yes, she still gave me a smile, though it never reached her eyes. She would return a wave if I called out to her from a distance, yet even that was off.
I used to stand in the shadows and watch her move, the fluidity of each motion like water dancing over smooth river rocks. But now, watching her almost had me wincing. It was as if every movement caused her pain though she never complained nor attempted to take it easy when Yuri snapped at her to jump higher, leap farther, or simply to position her fingers differently. Watching her perform a series of spins and then turn her back to the others and close her eyes, her brow furrowing as her fingers clenched in front of her, I had had enough.
“Clara, I want to see you in my office before you leave,” I said, pushing off the wall and stepping out where she could easily see me. Her slight jerk affirmed she’d not been aware of my presence.
“Oh… I can’t. I mean, I have… um, I have an appointment right after we finish rehearsal,” she said.
It wasn’t the words that had the hairs on the back