The Dancer and the Dom (3 page)

“Please,
Master, I need to be filled...”

“Slave.
You exist to please me. This selfish display is unbecoming,” he snarled.

She
felt his head resting snugly as her entrance, hot to the touch against her
juicy skin. It fit so perfectly, so snug and she mewled. She wanted nothing
more than to push back onto him, to end his teasing and she knew her resolve
would not last much longer. Her sex throbbed and twitched, as though it was
performing its own magic ritual to draw in Bartoli and the fulfilment and
relief that only he could bring. Still he paused.

“Understand,
slave. Your body is mine. Mine to fuck, mine to beat, mine to mould into what I
choose.”

With
a sudden push, she was full. He bottomed out in one stroke and as if from a
distance she heard both his deep groan and her own wail. Her pussy, underused
for so long, ached at the sudden intrusion but clenched at his cock.

“You
are so tight, so very tight,” he grunted with real effort.

He
gripped her hips hard and held his position for what felt like moments, hours,
days, before pulling himself out to the head, his ridges still held within her
and she crooned for its return. In he thrust again, his swollen cock stretching
her almost to the point of pain. Skin slapped against skin, his balls rocking
against her mound with each stroke.

He
hammered at her, one hand twisting deeper into her hair and the other sliding
around her front, cupping her breasts before stroking her nipples. Between his
fingers, he crushed the bruised nubs, drawing a squeal from her. The pain was
as sharp as mint and resounded through her torso, settling in her pussy via a
backflip in her stomach. She tightened around him as she took him deep, her
eyes squeezed tight.

“Open
your eyes.”

Her
eyes snapped open and she groaned as her pussy clenched around him again. His
breaths became harsh as her pussy rippled towards climax and she came suddenly,
giving a muffled scream as her body went rigid with a blinding release. She
tensed and shuddered as pleasure flooded her body.

With
a grunt, he pumped his seed into her spasming cunt, coating her with his cum,
drawing her climax out into a long and lingering warmth. Breathing heavily, his
cock slipped from her and she gave a sigh of disappointment. A bead of cum
dribbled down her leg and he released her hips.

He
turned around and she watched him in the mirrors as he unlinked his cufflinks
and pulled his silk tie through his collar. When his shirt came off, she had to
restrain herself from a very appreciative whistle. Wiry and muscular, her eyes
involuntarily slid down his chest hair to his stomach and to his cock.

His
swollen cock was clearly far from satisfied.

“Stand
with your back to the barre and kneel.”

She
frowned but stood before the barre as instructed before dropping her head with
her hands behind her back. Carefully, elegantly, she kneeled.

“I
knew when I first saw you that you were a natural." He sounded proud. It
made her want to hug herself with pleasure.

“Open
your thighs.”

Emmeline
coaxed her thighs apart.

“Chin
up, eyes down.”

She
looked into the mirror. She had to admit, she looked incredible. Her breasts
were thrust outwards with thighs stretched wide and her cunt exposed, ready to
be used. Oh god, if only he could get behind her like this. He kneeled down and
pressed his lips against hers.

“Good.
Every movement you make in future should be as elegant and sexual as this.”

Without
warning, he leaned across and grabbed her hands. With his tie, he bound them
before yanking her arms up to the barre. She yelped as her body was forced
forwards, her knees pressed behind her against the mirror. Her entire body
weight borne by her arms and a wriggle at her silken bindings revealed what she
already knew
—
she was held tight. The barre was
designed to take the weight of nearly fifty dancers. One bound ballerina would be
no problem at all. Her shoulder blades pressed together, forcing her breasts
out. She was suspended and helpless.

Arching
her head up, she came face to face with his now fully hard cock, within
tantalising reach. She wished she could curl her hands around him, touch him,
run her fingers over his balls but instead he held his cock and rubbed it over
her lips. Her saliva and his sweet pre-cum mingled on her lips as he moistened
his velvet tip.

“Open.”

She
opened her mouth and he pushed his cock between her lips, the soft head grazing
her teeth. The tang of him mingled with the sweet-tart taste of her own
pleasure and coated her tongue.

“Wider.”

She
let her jaw open farther and with his fingers delved into her hair, he worked
his cock in, ramming it against the back of her throat. She gagged but a glance
at her Master’s face encouraged her and she continued to take him as far back
as she could, coughing as he pounded her face harder and faster. Her head swung
backwards, pushing her suspended body up as he fucked her mouth like a juicy,
dripping cunt. Her spit coated him and dribbled to the floor but Emmeline was
intent on giving her new master as much pleasure as possible, losing herself in
his groans. She moaned and he gasped as her throat vibrated around his cock.
His face contorted with pleasure and his cock tensed. A low moan arose from
Bartoli’s chest and he gripped at her head as he prodded the back of her
throat.

“Keep
your mouth open.”

Bartoli
pulled back and fisted his erection over her, closing his eyes and releasing a
low moan as his jizz spurted out, splattering into her open mouth, on her
cheeks, into her hair and onto her chest. She gasped and opened her mouth
wider, keen to catch all his precious cum.

Bartoli
smirked at her expression as she gulped down what cum she had caught in her
mouth before he leaned over her, his plump but softening cock waggling in her
face as he untied her, one hand at a time to the floor.

“Stand.”

Emmeline
came to her feet carefully, trembling legs threatening to give way beneath her.
She clasped her hands behind her and turned her toes into the third position,
her arms humming with relief and sensation as the blood returned to them.

He
slid his gaze over her, following the translucent stripes and drips on her skin
with the look of a man pleased with his work.

“Face
the barre.”

Without
a word, she spun on her toes, placing her hands on the barre.

"
Penchee."

Extending
her left leg behind her, she pointed her left toe behind her to the ceiling and
swung her right arm upwards to meet it. It was a motion she had done so many
times before but today, naked, the air conditioning sending cool chills across
her jizz splattered breasts and her wet exposed cunt, it felt different. Easier
in fact. Like her orgasms had loosened her muscle fibres, allowing her the
extra inch stretch. She allowed her head to roll backwards and rested in the
position.

"Good
girl. I knew you had a natural ability."

His
fingers lightly grazed her exposed cunt and her leg trembled, her mouth opened
in want.

"No,
little one. Control. Elegance. Awareness of your body. Focus on the move.
Relaxed. Still."

His
fingers worked her cunt and she shut her eyes as need enveloped her. His
fingers strayed to her arsehole, coating it in her juices and her eyes snapped
open, staring at the ceiling, not daring to look down. He lingered there,
carefully stroking more juices there, her puckered hole still tightly closed.

He
leaned across to her ear and whispered, "You are too tense. Leg is
trembling again. Relaxed and focussed." His breath fell on her neck and
down her collarbone. Even that small sensation gave her goosebumps. Again his
finger slid through her folds, languorous and lingering, smoothing their juices
around her virgin hole.

And
then he stopped. Stepped away. No!

Suddenly
she heard a buzzing sound.
A vibrator?

Bartoli
pressed the vibrator against the curve of her back, tracing a path around her
back to her hip, to her mound. To her lips. He pressed it against her folds and
she tensed, wanting to wriggle, to force it against her bud.
Please,
please....

The
vibrator hit her clit and she gave a deep cry as he pressed it against her.
Unable to retreat, she moaned as her pussy rippled with the vibrations. The
tingle in her sex grew and she could hear herself as if from a distance.

“Master...
Oh God.... Master....”

He
moaned and held her tightly. The sensation of his hard rod pressing against her
thigh was her undoing and she came suddenly with a scream and her knees went
from under her. With one arm across her chest and the other holding the
vibrator he held her up.

“Slave.
Stand.”

The
vibrator was still pressed against her sensitive core and she whined.

“It
hurts now, please, take it off me, Master, please.”

A
thoughtful look crossed his face before he dropped the vibrator to the ground. “Hmm.
We have done a lot today but that will be a lesson for another day, slave. Now.
Penchee.”

Groggily
she resumed her previous position, switching from left to right leg, her breath
heaving in her chest. His fingers slid to her slick pussy and pressed out of
her whilst his other hand gripped her hip.  Closing her eyes, she inhaled
slowly and deeply through her nose and exhaled with a gasp when his slippery
finger coaxed an entrance through her tight little entrance into her. The
finger slowly slid in and out, such a tiny movement in such a tight hole but as
she became accustomed to the feel, her arsehole bloomed, allowing his finger to
slide in and out with greater ease.

Another
finger, the two gently twisting in, turning as they entered and left in a cork
screwing motion. Her pussy began to ache once again.
How does this man have
this effect on me...?

And
stopped.

She
felt his hands on her buttocks, still so sore from the spanking and gently
pulling them apart. Suddenly reality hit her again
—
he
was going to stick his cock in her arse! His cock was so much bigger than just
his fingers! Her entire body went rigid with fear.

“Slave.
Stop it.” His voice was so calm, so confident. She knew he wasn’t angry with
her but she was angry with herself for just thinking of herself instead of her
Master’s needs.

“S-sorry,
Master.”

“You
have permission to use both hands to hold the barre but you will not allow your
form to suffer. If your leg drops, I will beat you senseless,” he growled into
her ear.

Her
other arm came down immediately and she gripped the barre with all her
strength. He settled behind her and rubbed his cock between her lips, coating
it in her juices and rubbing against her clit. A moan slipped through her lips,
incredulous at how her appetite for him just seemed to grow, not diminish with
each touch. The head of his cock pressed against her virgin hole and she
inhaled deeply before exhaling sharply as her tight hole gave way, the head of
his cock snugly embedded inside her. She moaned, her eyes scrunched and she
waited for pain that never came.  He paused, watching her reactions in the
mirror before pressing hard, his lubed cock sinking into her with ease and she
gave a throaty gasp as his huge shaft claimed her virgin arse.

“Fuck,
that’s tight,” he grunted with barely restrained lust.

She
had never known anything like this feeling but when he withdrew to the tip
before easing back in once again, her pussy quivered. Again he thrust, this
time with more force as her body relaxed into him and Emmeline received his
thrusts with increasing pleasure.

“Your
tight arsehole around my cock is one of the most incredible things I have ever
seen...”

His
balls slapped against her thigh and before long he was fucking her arse like a
ripe pussy, restraint long since gone. She squealed in delight as flushes of
pleasure shot through her arse, her pussy pulsating and gasping to be filled
too. If she had known that it would feel this good, she would never have gone
against her master’s wishes before.

“My
slutty little slave loves my cock in her arsehole,” he gasped. “Such a cheap
whore.

Bartoli’s
groans increased and she felt increasingly wobbly
en pointe
, in serious
danger of collapsing again into a trembling mass of pleasure. With what felt
like superhuman strength, she focussed her attention on her balance, swaying
against his thrusts.

With
a cry, he spilled into her, the feel of his cum against her bowels triggering
her own climax. She groaned around Bartoli’s cock as her cunt and arse
twitched, his hot jets spraying his cum into her until he fell to her left
side. Easing her leg around him, he brought her to standing before easing his
cock from her, drops of his cum slipping to the floor from her gaping
arsehole.