Freeing His Swan Dancer

by Nikki Prince

  “What do you want, girl?”

  Dante stroked his hands over her shoulders, tugging the costume slowly off and exposing her breasts as she slipped her arms out of the sleeves. He left the cloth at her waist, bringing his big hands up to cup her breasts. She loved how she fit perfectly in his hands.

  “I want you inside me.”

  “I only have this one night with you, according to you. So you’re not getting my cock in that sweet pussy of yours that quickly. Now tell me, what do you want?”

  “Sir, please…your cock in me. Even if you make me wait to come, it’s been so long since I’ve had you inside me. I’m begging you…”

  “Begging now, girl?”

  “Yes, whatever it takes.” She gasped as he pinched both of her nipples.

  “No. I’m not giving you my cock until I believe you deserve it. Now get up and get on the bed, lying so that your feet are flat on the ground and your ass and pussy available for my pleasure. So that means you need to have a pillow up under your hips.”

  Odette was out of his lap and moving towards the bed as soon as his hands left her breasts. Excitement coiled in her belly, and all she could think about was Dante teasing her. Grabbing a pillow she got into position on the bed with the pillow propped up under her, raising her up like an offering to him.

  “Now close your eyes.”

  She did as she was told. She was still wearing her costume though it was around her waist haphazardly. Quite a few moments passed without him speaking or touching her, and the anticipation started to drive her crazy. She fought opening her eyes for as long as she could, and then finally she couldn’t take it anymore and opened her eyes to see where he was.

  He hadn’t left the chair, and in fact he’d taken his long, thick cock, complete with a Prince Albert piercing on the head, out and sat there watching her while he stroked his length slowly.

  “Been so long, little girl, that you can’t follow a simple order?”

  “I’m sorry…yes, it has been too long, but I can follow orders, I promise.”

  “Are you sure? I’m thinking a little bit of punishment is in order, so that you remember what the rules are.”

  The thrill that shot through her at the thought of his particular punishment made her tremble. Most would ask her how she could take getting punished by Dante after what Jace put her through. Her answer to that would be that Jace and Dante were night and day. She feared Jace, and Dante made her feel cherished.

  “How can you deny me when you know I need you desperately?”

  “You’re not the only one who’s been desperate, O. Now…do I have to make you stay in just that position for even longer?”

  “No, no, Sir, you don’t.” She trembled and closed her eyes. If only for this small amount of time, he was her master. She’d do whatever he commanded.

  Chapter Seven

  Time seemed to stand still, and she was close to squirming and opening her eyes, but she was determined to outwait him and not disappoint him again. The pleasure she’d gain from him was worth this. All of her senses became heightened, and she swore she could hear each stroke of his hand on his cock. The sound of his breathing filled the room, and her need pooled between her thighs, wetting her costume.

  “Look at me. Watch me while I come, Odette.”

  Shit. This was her punishment, to watch him come and to be deprived of her own orgasm. He’d done it before. It was an effective way to get her to obey his orders, and she was always rewarded on a grand scale the next time.

  She turned her head, licking her lips as he stroked his full length from root to tip so slow she was on the verge of begging him to hurry. He was so big, and she’d always adored that about him, his strength was something that could be feared, yet he was so gentle. He was so handsome, everything she’d ever wanted.

  “I can feel your impatience, O. You want me to hurry, don’t you?” His sexy voice was thick and filled with his need. She could hear it, and all she could do was stare at him and try not to disobey him.

  “Yes, I haven’t seen you come in so long.” She bit her bottom lip as she watched him cup his balls and squeeze with his other hand.

  “I’d rather have you doing this…”

  “Then let me.” She pleaded, ready to rise if he gave the word.

  “How would you learn a lesson if I just gave in to you, Odette?”

  “Oh, believe me, I’ve learned my lesson. I understand that you must punish me though, and I will do whatever you say.”

  “Come kneel in front of me.”

  Excitement filled her body, and she got up quickly and settled down at his feet.

  “Put your hands on my thighs, touch me there, but nowhere unless I say so. Got that?”

  “Yes, Sir. I definitely got that.” She brought her hands up to his muscled thighs and began to caress him softly, watching as his hand moved with measured grace along his shaft.

  “You know I’d rather have your hands on me.”

  “Is that an order?”

  “Does it sound like one?” He countered, his mouth curled in a sensual smile. All the while he talked to her he stroked his cock slowly, making her want to press against his leg and get off by riding it.

  “No, unfortunately, it doesn’t.”

  “See there? You answered your own question.” He groaned, and his head fell back against the chair as his hand sped up on his cock. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Touch me, lick the head of my cock. I’m going to come, and I want you to drink every last drop.”

  He wasn’t asking her to do anything that she didn’t want to do. She’d always loved his taste. She rose so that she was up higher on her knees, her hands still stroking over his legs as he’d ordered, and she lapped at the head of his cock. She paid close attention to where he was pierced, smiling secretly as he bucked against her tongue.

  “Mmm, yeah, that’s it. Fuck, I’m going to come. Suck my cock, O.”

  Odette placed her mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck, and soon she was rewarded with his thick cream. Hungrily, she drew all of it from him, not wasting any of it. He bucked into her mouth wildly, fucking her mouth until his cock was hitting the back of her throat and she was deep throating him. Since she had his whole cock in her mouth, it enabled him to thrust his fingers into her hair and hold on tight until finally he slowed, resting back into the chair.

  She continued to suck and lick at his cock until he tapped her cheek for her to stop. Leisurely she allowed him to slip from her mouth, and she grinned up at him.

  “Did that please you, Sir?”

  “Of course, my dear, you were perfection as you always are. O…?”

  She saw the change in his eyes, and she rose, shaking her head and backing up.

  “I only promised tonight. I swear, if you ask me to stay with you, I’ll leave, Dante.” She heard the tremble in her own voice. God, it sickened her that she couldn’t be stronger around him. You love him. There it was though. She hadn’t said it out loud, but it was the truth. She loved him, but she loved him enough not to let him get hurt. She squared her shoulders.

  “So what will it be, Sir? Do you want me to stay? Or should I go because you’re going to take more than I’m prepared to give you?”

  “Tell me what is keeping you from enjoying more than one night with me? I know that Petra has Jamison. They’re going to be gone for at least two weeks. She took him camping for with her Kids First camping team with a bunch of other kids. What’s stopping you from giving in to what we both want?”

  “Damnit, you know what’s stopping me!” In frustration she turned and pulled her clothing back into place and grabbed the headdress and tail feathers. “I can’t do this with you…I can’t.” He remained where she was and when she was done she walked calmly to the door. “I was prepared to give you tonight, but I can’t even do that now. Stop coming around, please. I have nothing left to give you.”

  “You’re asking me to do something that I can’t do.”

  “You have to
.” With that said, she walked out of the room and headed towards the dressing room. She managed to hold in the tears until she hit the empty dressing room, and then she was falling apart, tears streaming down her face. She could still taste him and feel him. This had to stop; she would have to leave once her son came back. She’d begin looking for some other place to go so as soon as Jamison was back she could go on the run, yet again. Though this time she’d be running from the man she loved.

  ****

  It took all that was within Dante to stay where he was and not run after her. He didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was. He waited a few minutes then got up, heading to the bathroom. He cleaned up quickly so that he could get dressed again. He needed to speak with Fairee, the maker of dreams come true. There was no way to get his wish to come true doing it on his own. He needed to see where Fairee was at with his wish.

  His cell phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket and glanced at it. Fairee. Smiling, he answered it.

  “Just the man I wanted to speak with.”

  “I had a feeling that you’d be calling on me. So I thought I’d beat you to the punch. Now tell me what it is you need.”

  “I have a feeling, Doc, you know already, but I will answer you. It’s Odette. You know already that she’s the wish I have. She’s going to run again. I can feel it.”

  “The ex is really being a pain when it comes to getting her to see things your way. I don’t think she will run, least not yet. Her son is at camp.” The doctor wasn’t stating anything that he hadn’t thought of.

  “Yes, he’s at camp. She feels that our being together will cause her ex to come after us. She’s trying to protect me and her son.”

  “Dante, I don’t have to tell you that there is validity to her statement. He did try to kill you, right?”

  Dante didn’t say anything for a moment and just as he was about to speak, Doctor Fairee did.

  “I take it that your silence means yes?”

  “Yes, he tried to kill me before.”

  “So her fear is valid. What is your plan to alleviate that?”

  “I’m going to protect her with my very life.”

  “Even knowing she doesn’t want such a sacrifice from you?”

  “I love her, Doc. She belongs with me as does her little boy. They are the only family that I have. I can’t lose her again. Please, I’m asking to have my wish fulfilled.”

  “I understand, dear boy, but you must understand something. I may be able to get her to come to the club and spend some time with you, but I can’t promise that she will return that love and stay.”

  “Yes, I understand, Doc. You’ve told me that before, just get her here please. I will fill out the paperwork.”

  “Of course, my boy, I’ll do what I can. I will also put my people on her ex’s trail to see where that issue stands.”

  “Thanks, Doc, though I plan to pay him a visit myself.”

  “Are you sure, Dante? I mean, I can have someone else check up on him.”

  “I’m sure that is something I need to do myself. I have to look him in the eye man to man to see where he’s at.”

  “Alright, as long as you’re sure?”

  “I’m very sure, thank you.”

  “Anytime, my boy, just give me a few days to get things in order.”

  Dante finished the call and took in a deep breath. Time was something he didn’t have a lot of, and the clock was already ticking away and pulling Odette further away from him. Dante trusted that Doctor Fairee would pull out all the stops to help him. He had a small trip to make. He was going to pay ol’ Jace a visit. This had to stop.

  Chapter Eight

  Dante sat behind the prison visitor window with only a seat and a phone and waited patiently for Jace to come in for the visit. He was told Jace could refuse the visit, but to his surprise the other man sauntered through as if he owned the place. Jace kept his eyes on Dante as he settled in the chair, still in his cuffs. The money that Jace had was unquestionably keeping him comfortable even in prison.

  The man himself still actually looked good with his jet black hair in a crew cut, green eyes still as mysterious as ever. His skin, though pale, held richness, and his arms bore prison tats. The orange jumpsuit fit his tall, muscular body very well. Though he wasn’t as tall as Dante was he was quite impressive, and one could tell he’d been working out as he was buff.

  Picking up the phone he waited for Jace to do the same. Of course Jace took his time and had a smirk on his lips as he did so.

  “Ahh, let me guess the reason I owe the pleasure of your company…Odette, my beautiful little swan, perhaps?”

  Dante tried to keep his face free of any expressions that would be interpreted as weakness by Jace. He knew how the man worked; he’d always worked off of the weakness of others.

  “You’re looking pretty good for being behind bars, Jace.” He didn’t bother to answer Jace’s needling question.

  “I find that any place can be pleasant. It’s just a matter of staying positive.”

  Dante had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at that comment.

  “Whatever gets you off,” he said, derisively.

  “You’d be surprised at what gets me off.” This time Dante did roll his eyes, and Jace chuckled.

  “Oh well then, maybe you wouldn’t be. Indeed. Now, are you going to tell me why you’re here, best friend?” Dante heard the emphasis that Jace placed on the words best and friend.

  “Jace, we stopped being best friends a long time ago.”

  “Oh, when was that? When you decided to fuck my wife?”

  Dante bit the inside of his cheek as he watched the smirk on the other man’s face widen.

  “Let’s see, perhaps it was when you tried to slaughter me, your child, and Odette. Odette and I didn’t have any kind of relationship like that when you two were together. That was all made up in that twisted head of yours. She’s your ex-wife and not yours anymore.”

  The chuckle that emitted from Jace sent a chill up Dante’s spine. Evil, just pure evil. Had he really ever known the man? His question to himself was answered in the next sentence that slipped from the lips of the man himself.

  “Ah, those are mere formalities. She is mine and will always be mine. No matter what you do, I have a hold on her that you could never have. How does it feel to know that she has had my spawn? My son, through my seed…not yours.”

  “That is where you’re wrong, Jace. You’re behind bars in a little cell with no contact. I just came here to see for myself that you were where your jealousy and evil anger put you. I pity you.”

  A tsk-tsk sound came through the other end as Jace shook his head and looked at him through the small rectangular window.

  “Pity? I don’t need your pity. Ahh, if you believe that you have the power to keep me here you’re more of a fool than I thought you were. She’s mine, and I will keep the hold I have on her.”

  “You’re talking crazy and so full of shit.”

  “Hmm, let’s see…is my dear swan having headaches and nightmarish dreams?”

  Dante couldn’t stop the frown from appearing on his face. That bit of information from Jace worried him. How the hell would he know she’d been having headaches? Jace broke out in a peal of laughter.

  “Oh never mind, your face shows that I’m right. Dreams and headaches abound.” He suddenly leaned forward, his face pressed against the glass. The look in those eyes was otherworldly and filled with plain evil.

  “Do you think because you have me behind these walls that my reach has been tempered? Do you think, Dante, my old pal, that I will sit by while you fuck my wife and act as if you’re the father of my son? My son! Not your son, but mine.”

  Dante stiffened his posture and leaned forward as well. “It’s so funny you claim Jamie now. They aren’t yours anymore. Get that through your thick skull once and for all, Jace.”

  “I’ve learned ways to deal with the cage that you have me in, and soon I will be free to
take back what’s mine.” Dante with his years of training and his knowledge that there were other things in the world other than just humans took what Jace was saying as a very viable threat. Jace was up to something, and somehow he’d been causing the dreams that Odette was experiencing. He’d have to get back to Odette and fast, and until he could be at her side he’d have to ask someone to watch after her.

  The best for the job would be Phelan and Conall Kelly. Both men were well muscled and trained to help those in need of protection. This was one of those times. They were men he’d come to trust in his time with the club. They occasionally worked security details when the club had more famous details as a favor to him. As soon as this was over, he’d be placing a call to the twins to protect Odette.

  “She’s mine.” With those last words, Jace stood and hung up the phone and left Dante in the visitation area to ponder what had just happened.

  ****

  Jace walked with his escort back to his cell and entered. Hearing the door close behind him, he automatically turned and backed up against the door, slipping his hands through so his cuffs could be taken off. He didn’t have a cellmate. He’d actually lucked out since the last one left to go to another prison to live out his term. Oh to be amongst murderers and thieves. Beautiful.

  The best thing that happened out of that was to learn from his fellow cellmate, who happened to be one who believed in possession, how to garner such a talent. Next step was to strip all the way down to his boxers. He folded his clothes neatly and laid them on his bunk. Once that was done he moved away and settled on the towel on the floor that doubled for his prayer mat and closed his eyes. The guards never messed with him when he was like this, because of that great old rule of his rights to practice his religious beliefs.

  “Time to visit my sweet, dear wife.” He breathed in deeply several times and cleared his mind, humming softly until his mind was a blank slate.

  He groaned in pain as his call to the being that he allowed to dwell within him began to take over. Behind his closed eyes a shape began to form, dark and sinister with red eyes and a long serpentine body, which soon formed into a beautiful copy of his wife Odette and straddled his lap. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, loving the sensation of her naked form against him. To hold a woman again, pure pleasure, though this female he knew he could not best. Perhaps that was what he liked about her the most. She wasn’t weak as his wife was.