Prima

by Alta Hensley

  I savored this moment, to see how far I could push things with this woman. To see how spontaneous she was and how much pain she could take… how far on the dark side I could bring her. And from the way she cried out in lust as I pulled my head back, elongating the tender bud clamped between my teeth, I could tell we were going to have a whole lot of sinful fun.

  As my lips brushed her skin, she gasped loudly, groaning and writhing, looking sexier than I ever had seen a woman look before. I might have had my fun with sexually adventurous women in my life, but this one actually meant something to me. I felt something for Clara, and that made everything so much more intense. And to have her raw energy match mine made my cock want to explode at the thought of what we could have.

  “Oh fuck,” she whispered anxiously as my mouth found her thighs. She was trembling, tensing up, pushing her panty-clad pussy into my face for more, and that turned me on so fucking much. She wasn’t shy. She knew exactly what she wanted, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised when she demanded, “Fucking hell, Alek. Stop teasing me. Suck on me. Lick me. And for God’s sake, fuck me!”

  Telling myself I wasn’t caving to her demands but unable to resist the urge to see her bare pussy for even a second longer, I met her eyes, grabbed a fistful of black lace, and ripped the panties from her body, not caring that the delicate fabric tore, rendering them useless. Tossing them away, I inhaled the sweetness of her. She was hot and wet, and it absolutely damn near killed me that I couldn’t thrust hard into her. But I still needed a taste. And there was still a lesson to be learned.

  I bent closer, allowing my breath to trickle over her clit, which had her breaths coming out short and fast and her fingers sliding into my hair, gripping hard as she pulled me to her core. Reaching up, I pulled her hands free, taking both wrists in my fists and pinning her arms above her head.

  “Naughty,” I chastised before lowering my head to where nirvana awaited. I dipped lower, running kisses all over her slit before the passion wrapped a tight knot around me. I could no longer hold back, no longer continue to tease because the desire was rippling right through my dick, controlling all my actions.

  I alternated between plunging my tongue inside her and flicking it over her clit while holding her in position so that she couldn’t do anything but take whatever I gave her. She writhed and moaned, but I still didn’t feel satisfied. I nudged her legs wider with my nose, giving me more access to the very center of her. She opened up to me, her thighs falling apart as the pleasure gripped her, which had me even needier.

  “Yes,” she cried out loudly, as if she didn’t give a shit if anyone heard her. “Fuck, Alek, I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

  I swatted her pussy with the tips of my fingers. “You have a filthy mouth.” I slapped her delicate flesh again and again, alternating on each side of her pussy lips.

  Crying out, she froze for a moment as if shocked at my actions and then moaned and bucked against my hand. “So, what if I do? What are you going to do about it?”

  Her taunt was too much. This dance of seduction I tried to maintain had reached an epic tempo. Flipping her over onto her stomach, I swatted her ass hard. Nudging her legs apart, I spanked her again and again, peppering her pale flesh until I saw a rosy glow. Not once did Clara resist or cry out for mercy. She remained in position, moaning with each punishing blow.

  “You like your ass spanked, naughty girl?” I said through clenched teeth as I walloped her upturned behind.

  “Faster. Harder,” she moaned between delightful whimpers of passion as she pushed her hips up, begging for more.

  I gave her exactly what she asked for, spanking her how I chose and no longer holding back, delivering one searing slap after another. I was no longer concerned if she could handle the pain. It was obvious she could. Oh yes, this vixen would feel my discipline until she begged for mercy. And as her moans turned to cries and gasps, I truly knew I’d mastered the dance.

  “Please, Alek. Please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore,” she pleaded.

  “Beg harder,” I ordered as I spread her ass cheeks and spanked her anus with my fingertips.

  Squealing, she bucked against my hand, “Oh fuck! Please! I’m begging you. Fuck me. Please.”

  I spanked her anus one final time and then turned her over on her back again. With her legs spread wide, I spanked her pussy a few more times, her cries sharp as my fingertips connected with her erect clit before I moved up to her breasts where I slapped them with fingers wet with the juices from her pussy.

  “Alek!” Her eyes were closed as she arched her back. “Please,” she barely whispered as she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly at me. The look she gave me was enough for me almost to come right then and there.

  My heart pounded as I moved my face away from her. I took a quick second to look around, to remember all that happened since meeting this woman, before my eyes turned back on the beauty who lay beneath me. Golden curls spilled out around her like a halo against the dark wood of the stage. Her breasts rose and fell at rapid speed, drawing my attention to the dove and then the quivering plane of her flat belly. She was the one begging, and yet I was the one going completely insane. I knew there was no way I could continue on without my cock buried deep inside of her.

  I positioned myself over her writhing body. “You are not only gorgeous and a fabulous dancer, but you truly are an incredible woman, Clara.”

  I smiled at her before she pulled me in for another deep and passionate kiss. While my hands ran through her hair, and her nails dug into my back, I teased her entrance with the head of my dick, sending what I hoped were tantalizing thoughts racing through her brain. From the way she was pushing back against me, panting like a wild animal, I could tell it was working.

  I was giving her just enough of my cock for her to feel how wide I was going to spread her.

  I was not a small man, and I knew the first thrust inside her would sting.

  My cock twitched at the thought of her tiny and sweet cry as I spread her pussy wide.

  Not too far gone yet to abandon all sense, I groaned, shifted my weight to one hand, and reached with the other to pull the pants I’d cast aside close enough to dig a condom from a pocket. Pushing the pants away again, I was about to shift my weight again in order to tear the packet open when it was taken from me. Grinning, I waited until perfect white teeth ripped the foil, and her fingers pulled the rubber from its home. I covered her lips with mine, reigniting the passion with a kiss as she slid the condom over my dick. I wanted to fuck this girl hard. I wanted to drive her mad.

  I think we were both aware we were making a crazy mistake here, especially with my brother’s damn warning still spinning through my brain, but I no longer gave a fuck. I supposed Yuri was most likely thinking he was protecting me or perhaps warning Clara off in an attempt to protect her in some twisted way. Regardless, I was positive we could take care of ourselves.

  “Alek—”

  I stopped her in her tracks by pushing my way into her, causing her to gasp loudly.

  “Oh wow, fuck…”

  “A filthy mouth will get you punished,” I warned as I pushed deeper inside her.

  Her wet, throbbing pussy surrounding my cock caused my heart to stop for a second. She fit me so well. How was I supposed to resist someone who made me feel this way? I suddenly had a good idea of the power of addiction as I had no doubt at all Clara had me hooked on her the moment our bodies joined.

  As I slid over her, and she slammed up against me, I understood she was finally releasing all the pain, the sadness, the loneliness and desperation of the last couple of years, allowing it to ebb away with every thrust of my cock into her body. All that was left was me and Clara. Her tight pussy, her pouty lips kissing me, her intoxicating moans, and the heat of her body that had become my everything were the only things that existed on this stage.

  She started to buck more violently against me, clinging onto me for dear life as her walls contracted arou
nd my shaft.

  “That’s right,” I cooed. “Fly for me, baby.”

  I was the dominant one, the male, the alpha, and yet it was my heart that fluttered with excitement. I had the strong, intense feeling this was going to be the start of something new, something amazing, and I couldn’t wait to see where it led us. Hell, I wasn’t stupid enough to think it was going to be easy or like some sort of fairytale with a road that led unerringly to happily ever after. I knew it was going to be difficult, but I was ready to take it on, to face every obstacle. Like Clara, I’d faced a whole bunch of adversity in my past, and yet, somehow, we’d both made it to this point. I was pretty sure I could work out any hurdles we might encounter at this point.

  “Now, Clara. Come now,” I demanded as I felt my balls drawing up.

  With a cry, she obeyed, her head arching back as she exploded. Her convulsions caused her pussy to close like a vise around my cock, each contraction having a strength I was absolutely incapable of resisting.

  As I finally exploded in the glorious release I’d been craving, my cum shooting into the condom, Clara’s lips pressed hard against mine, building our bond even more intensely.

  She was mine.

  I was sure of it, and no matter how hard it became, I had absolutely no intention of ever letting her go.

  “Wow,” Clara said softly and giggled as we collapsed next to one another in a heap, panting and out of breath. “That was... that was… I don’t even know what that was—”

  Smiling, I pulled her in for another deep and passionate kiss before she could say another word. We were both lying naked center stage in a theater I’d only dreamed of ever seeing her actually enter, and I didn’t want this night to end. Much as I wanted to claim Clara, to make her mine, I also didn’t want the conversation to go the other way, fucking up what had been a magical night.

  I’d gotten her to return to the craft she loved.

  I’d asked her to trust me, to trust herself, and she’d granted that request.

  I’d watched her deal with the other dancers with a grace and determination to prove them wrong.

  I’d seen her go from sullen to stunning as she’d danced tonight.

  I made some smart decisions… and now I was here after having sex with the most wonderful woman on the planet.

  She might consider it as her victory, but I was the true winner.

  “You were right, you know,” she said softly as I finally came up for breath.

  Stroking a golden curl from where it clung to her cheek, I ran my fingers over the silky strand. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific.”

  Giggling, she slapped at my chest. “Arrogant much?”

  Reaching down, I tweaked a nipple hard enough to have her cry out even as her smile never wavered. “Watch it, little one, unless you want to pay a penalty.”

  My cock started to sit up and take notice as she sexily rolled her hips against me. “I don’t remember reading a single word that stated penalties were to be paid for being honest.”

  “That might be, but I assure you, there was at least a line or two stating your boss was the one in total control, so…” Walking my fingers down the plane of her belly until they settled around her clit, I arched my brow and added, “If I state a penalty is owed, then your only response is to say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

  Her hands snaked into my hair, and, as she pulled my mouth back to hers, she whispered, “Yes, sir,” then gave a cock-stiffening throaty groan as I closed my fingers around her ultra-sensitive little bundle of nerves and pinched.

  The second time was quicker but no less satisfying than the first. Clara’s cry of completion echoed around the theater to be joined by my bellow as I poured myself into the second condom. I wasn’t sure either one of us could have moved if our lives had depended on doing so as we lay splayed naked on the stage. It was several minutes before she stirred beside me, her fingers tracing along the muscles of my chest.

  “You never said what I was right about,” I reminded her, not truly arrogant but curious about what she’d meant.

  “About being a dancer,” she said with a smile. “You truly have some incredible moves, Mr. Volkov.”

  Pleasure flooded through me, and I grinned as I found the strength to pull her up to plant a kiss on lips a trifle swollen from those we’d shared earlier. “Only because I had a partner who can hear the music all around us without a single instrument being played.” With those strains swelling in my head, I kissed her again until at last I pulled away.

  “As much as I’d rather stay here with you, I do need to get home to check on my grandmother,” she said, giving a soft sigh.

  Call me old-fashioned, but I felt a strong need to do the gentlemanly thing, especially in a case where I’d been rather the opposite a short time earlier. Despite perhaps not always behaving that way before, the desire to do so now was yet another thing separating what I had with Clara from what I’d had with countless other women in my past.

  “I’ll take you home.”

  She laughed. “No need to bother. I drove here.”

  Without thought, I popped my hand against her ass. “Then I’ll walk you to your car.”

  She shook her head, rubbed her hand over the spot I’d spanked, and smiled. “I meant that sounds lovely, thank you.”

  We stood up, dressing ourselves slowly, but it wasn’t a moment that separated us because we kept smiling at one another and making sweet jokes. When she asked where her panties were, I held up the useless scrap of lace, and she laughed.

  “You owe me a pair of panties, Mr. Volkov.”

  “You can go pantiless for the rest of your life as far as I’m concerned,” I shot back, demonstrating how little I cared about underwear as I pulled on my pants without first stepping into boxers or briefs.

  Her eyes widened and then she shrugged. “If you say so,” she said, skipping down the stage steps before turning around and bending over, which resulted in the hem of her dress rising and giving me a full view of her ass.

  “Did you just moon me?” I asked in disbelief from where I stood above her.

  “Just picking up my shoes,” she said innocently, lifting one to prove her point.

  “Fine, you win,” I said, jumping down from the stage to join her. “I’d hate for you to catch pneumonia from going bare.”

  “So sweet of you to be concerned for my health,” she said, batting her lashes as she bent to pick up her remaining shoe.

  I slapped her ass because what else would a man do when the target was so beautifully offered? She squealed and I chuckled. Usually, I hated the getting dressed part. I found it awkward and was unsure of what to say or do, but now, with Clara, it actually felt right.

  “I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to concentrate on rehearsals tomorrow after what happened here tonight,” she said.

  I smiled, pulling her close. “You’re a consummate pro, Clara. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure out how to do so. If not, well, I’m sure I can find a way to remind you to behave,” I said, giving her another kiss. “Though I grant you rehearsal can’t hold a candle to the exquisite performance you allowed me to witness tonight,” I added. Taking her hand, I led her out of a theater that would never feel exactly the same as it had before.

  13

  Alek

  Over the next few weeks, I was far too busy with the theater and dealing with all the promoters who now wanted a part of the Volkov Ballet to spend any alone time with Clara. After that magical, unexpected night on the stage, we really left things hanging in the air. On one hand, I was especially glad of the fact Yuri seemed content, most likely thinking his warning had nipped a growing connection in the bud, but now that enough time had passed, I was feeling as if my head were spinning.

  I still felt like this was something more than a one-night hookup, because, every time we looked at one another, there was a spark and a secret smile there. Clara constantly had my fingers itching to touch her, to stroke her, to swat that glorio
us ass beneath that form-fitting leotard. Every time she leapt, her legs spreading impossibly wide, my cock surged with the memory of sinking balls deep between those amazing limbs. But memories were all there would be for the time being. At least until we got some time alone, which, between my meetings and her intense rehearsal schedule, I didn’t see happening any time soon.

  Clara’s life was even more insane than mine. On top of her training, the PR team we’d hired had her doing constant interviews and promotional opportunities to try her best to rebuild her reputation. I knew she’d made a great start the night of the opening performance, but with every appearance, she polished her image even more, wiping away the stains of her past. I knew this was very important to her, but I was also finding it to be a massive pain in my ass.

  It was good for Volkov Ballet as well. The attention Clara brought to the theater had the money rolling in. More people were signing up for seasonal tickets, and every box had already sold at a premium. According to the staff responsible for our image, the advertisers were desperate to be a part of what we currently were rebuilding in Clara. The number of requests for interviews grew daily, though I had to occasionally listen to Yuri bitch and moan as some of those interviewers seemed determined to remind everyone his current star pupil had fallen from the heavens a few seasons earlier and had landed hard.

  The entire theater world might be divided in their opinion of Clara, and what sort of person she was, but it was attention. I reminded him of the saying that all publicity was good publicity.

  I was certain Clara wouldn’t betray us like people were suggesting. My gut told me she was not only innocent of the crime she’d been accused of, but she’d rather throw herself under a bus than hurt a single hair on another dancer’s head. I knew she wouldn’t screw over the Volkov Ballet or anyone on the team we’d built to support her, no matter what anyone said. I didn’t know the full extent of the past yet, not from Clara’s point of view anyway, but I got the impression whatever had driven her to make mistakes was gone. She was a different woman now. Maybe I was being naïve. Maybe I was seeing what I wanted to see, but my instincts were telling me I was right, and I’d always trusted my gut. I trusted it now with the feeling everything was going to be fine.