mind. “It doesn’t mean that at all. It simply means that Jasper is a predator who found his prey when she was malleable due to age and inexperience. That’s all it proves. None of it is a reflection on you. None.”
He’s talking, and what he’s saying is important, but he’s also playing with me, expertly. I’m so turned on because this is … deviant. He’s fucking me with his finger while anyone could walk past the window and see. There are no blinds in place, and nothing to stop anyone from looking in and taking in the ecstasy that must be etched on my face.
Soon, he has me right on the edge, panting and desperate, and he stops.
What the hell?
I turn around, and he steps back. “Say you’ll stay.”
“What?” I reach for him, beyond caring in this moment if I look desperate.
He takes my wrists in his big hand and holds them together, pulling me into him as he bites the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Say. You’ll. Stay.”
How can I?
“My dancing,” I say.
“I’ll build you a fucking studio, and you can dance all day, and if you want to dance for other people, I’ll accompany you on any tour you want.”
“My mother.”
“I hate her, but she can stay. I would never hurt her and will always be polite to her because she’s your mother, and you are my Dasha.”
He kisses my throat, and I sag into him, his erection pressing against my stomach, making me itch to have him where I need him.
“It was always you,” he says.
Then he pulls my top off and throws it to one side as his large palms cover my breasts. I let my head fall back in delight as he works my flesh like an expert. Maybe we are made for one another because Bohdan? He seems to speak fluent Dasha. It’s as if he knows my body better than I do myself. I can make myself come, of course. But Bohdan, he lights me up inside. It’s addictive and heady, and if I’m being honest, I want more, more, more of it.
Could I stay? For a while at least and see how things go?
It’s a nice set up here. I deserve a break, and my body does too if I’m being honest. I’ll be letting Lilliana down, but I’m sure she won’t mind. She seems like a nice woman. A kind woman, if I’m right in my assessment of her. I could call her and say I can’t do the solo show.
Bohdan pulls my pants down and then my panties, and he hoists me onto the kitchen table behind me. He pushes his sweatpants down, impaling me on his big cock as I cry out.
Oh God, this is so good. This beats anything, even dancing. I feel so alive when we’re together like this.
He fucks me hard and fast, and I cling to him as I urge him on. I like it this way. It fits us. Fits the desperation I feel for him after all the years apart. Fits the anger between us too and all the hurt.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp as I feel my orgasm building. I don’t know why I say that because he isn’t showing any signs of stopping. He takes me over the edge as I cling to him, grinding my pussy against him as he fucks me through the orgasm of my life.
When he comes, it is with a shout as he fills me with his seed.
We hold onto one another, getting our breath back, and Bohdan puts his forehead against mine.
“Say you’ll stay.”
As a dancer, you must place your trust totally in your male partner. If you make a jump and they don’t catch you, you’re going to get hurt. I might not have made the best choice when it came to Jasper, but I’ve always chosen my dance partners well. They’ve always caught me. Now, I put myself in another man’s hands.
I swallow and I make the leap, trusting that Bohdan will catch me.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll stay. For a while at least.”
There’s so much we need to talk about, though. I pull my clothes on and look at Bohdan as he rearranges himself.
“I need to tell you some things though. I lied when I said I was on the pill. I can’t have children. I had an accident that damaged my reproductive system.”
“An accident?” he asks.
“Yes, it genuinely was. Car accident, and the seatbelt did a lot of damage to me.