God, what was she doing here… again?
Dancing for him… again?
Dancing for him naked… again!
A shiver ran through her as he snapped his fingers and she sat bolt upright, then stood, pushed her chest out, and started dancing once more.
Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet, not from the dancing, but what she knew was coming next… the mind blow, orgasmic sex.
She spun in place several times, each time she made a complete revolution she saw him coming closer and closer, until he was towering over her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her up until their lips met and her world collapsed into burning need.
When he dropped her back down onto her feet, she dropped to her knees and quickly got his dick out of his pants and wrapped her lips around it.
He was in her mind, she knew he was, though she couldn’t fathom how.
It didn’t matter, since the day they had met at the after party for the premier of her ballet, he had been molding her into his personal tiny dancer.
She only had two hopes left, that he’d fuck her once more, and that he would let her continue dancing, even if it was just for him.
