“Be good,” I say, exiting the room. “Because I’ll know if you’re not and then I’ll really make you work hard to please me tonight.”
I go to her bedroom and stand in the doorway. She’s got clothes on the floor. Mostly dance clothes. Some shoes. Her bed is unmade, the sheets all askew. It makes me wonder if she’s ever had another man up here. Aside from Jordan.
I’ll have to ask her about that.
I sit on the bed, then lie back and close my eyes. Picturing her asleep in this very spot. I can smell her shampoo on the pillow.
What makes Nadia Wolfe tick? I’m not quite sure yet, but ballet is definitely a big part of it. You don’t get this far in that art without serious dedication.
I drift off but then wake, the alarm I set a distant ringing on the other side of the apartment.
I wonder how long it’s been going off?
My feet find the floor and I’m in motion. When I get to the ballet room, she’s breathing so hard, I hear it before I pass through the door.
“Everything OK, Nadia?” I ask.
“Fine,” she says through deep breaths.
Her legs are shaking so bad, I can see her trembles from across the room.
When I get close enough to touch her, I place both on my hands on her hips and say, “Relax.”
Her feet collapse and she places her head against the wall, spent.
“Did you cheat?” I ask her.
“Once,” she says. “When the alarm went off and you didn’t come back. I had to,” she whispers, looking over her shoulder at me. “I needed a rest.”
“Hmm,” I say. “Is that the only time?”
She nods her head and when I look into her eyes, I see that she’s on the verge of tears.
“I’m going to check, if that’s OK. Is that OK?”
“Yes,” she says.
How perfect. The only way she could possibly make this better is if she had put a Master on the end of that response. “From now on, Nadia, when you address me while we’re playing, you call me Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
It’s pretty convincing. So I accept her submission as genuine and walk over to pick up my phone. Fast forward through the footage, and yes, she did cheat. Right after the alarm went off. And she continued to cheat for two minutes. In fact, she must’ve heard my footsteps on the hardwood floors as I made my way across the apartment, but she goes back up en pointe just before I enter the room.
“Did you like this, Nadia?” I ask her.
“Yes, Master.”
Good God. I get hard at that.
“But you did more than just cheat, Nadia. You waited until you knew I was coming back before you resumed. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” goes my tongue. “So I’m going to have to punish you for that as well. Back up, darling. Just the way you were.”
She sighs, almost sobs. But she obeys.
I walk over to her and place my hands on her hips. “Spread your legs wider,” I say.
She draws in a breath and that is definitely a sob. But she submits in silence.
Her feet inch apart, her legs opening.
“Wider,” I say.
A few more inches and she’s groaning with effort now.
“Just a little bit wider. You can do it, Nadia,” I say, encouraging her. “I know you can.”
Her sob is loud this time. But her legs open farther. Just an inch, maybe not even. But wider is wider and I know she’s really struggling now. Her legs are shaking so bad, it’s got to be painful.
“Now take your hands off the wall and—”
“I can’t,” she says, reaching her breaking point. “I can’t do it. I’m too tired.”
“Take them off the wall, Nadia. And place them on your thighs.”
She shakes her head no, her head drooping in defeat. “I can’t.”
“You can,” I say, removing one of her hands from the wall and placing it on her thigh. She grips her leg hard. And she’s still shaking her head no when I lift her other hand off the wall and place it on her other thigh.
Now she is spread eagle, en pointe, and she is crying hard. Her sobs are loud and her breathing hitched and uneven as she struggles to stay in position. Her whole body shakes and just as she’s about to give up, I wrap my arms around her and hold her steady. She melts into me. Her back pressing into my chest, using me to support herself.
But she stays en pointe.
“You’re a good girl, Nadia,” I say, practically cooing the words into her ear. “A very, very good girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” she says through her sobs.
“And do you know what good girls get?” I ask.
“Tell me, Master.”
“My hard, thick cock in her mouth. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master,” she says.
I don’t know if she really means it. Probably not. I’m pretty sure she’ll say anything to rest her feet right now. Her knees are bent, her perfect posture so far in the past, I’m the only thing holding her up at the moment.
But I don’t care. Giving up is giving in.
“Drop to your knees,” I say, letting go of her body.
She does. Like immediately.
I back away. Several steps away. And say, “Stay on your knees and turn around.”
She scoots her body around so she’s facing me. Her face is bright red with exertion. She’s sweating profusely, her whole body glistening in the soft light.
“Crawl to me, Nadia.”
She leans forward on her hands and then crawls. Looking down at the planks of hardwood beneath her, hair dragging.
“Look at me,” I say.
She looks up as I back away and then another sob escapes when she realizes I’m still playing with her. It’s not over yet. I continue to back up and she continues to crawl. I lead her like that, all the way down the hallway, across the living room, and into her bedroom.
I sit on her rumpled bed and let her finally reach her goal. She stays on all fours in front of me, head drooping again.
She’s done.
I pet her, drag my hand over her sweat-soaked hair, and say, “Scoot up as close as you can get, sit back on your butt, and take out my cock.”
She scoots. Sits back. And looks me in the eyes as she begins to unbuckle my belt.
I smile at her, still petting her hair. “Ballet, Nadia.”
“What?” she asks, her voice weak and small. Her fingers desperate to unbutton my pants. But she fumbles, every muscle in her body spent.
“That’s your weakness. Ballet. You submit to it like a good little slave. And now that I know that, I will use it against you every chance I get.”
Another sob escapes, but she doesn’t deny it or fight back.
Total. One hundred percent. Submission.
She gets past the button and drags the zipper down. And then her hand is pulling me out. Already pumping my hard shaft even though I never gave that order. If I hadn’t already pushed her past her limit, I might punish her for that. But she’s done. I’m happy with her performance, and now it’s time for her reward.
“Put me in your mouth, Nadia. And suck my cock until I come down your throat.”