Page 42 of Darkest Sin

“She’s so innocent,” one man comments.

“Look at her fighting it,” a woman says, sharing a laugh with the people around her.

I flush. They’re all talking like I can’t hear them. It’s dehumanizing and yet… it’s sort of thrilling. It’s like I’m acharacter in a ballet. I’m not playing my true self and because of that, I can learn to let go. I don’t have to have my father’s words hold me back any longer.

Mikhail’s touch is firm between my legs. He’s not letting up. I grind my hips against his hand, seeking more and more. It’s a natural movement.

His other hand settles over my breast, giving it a squeeze. A flash of arousal hits me and I whimper.

“She almost sounds afraid,” someone else says.

“Are you afraid, baby?” Mikhail asks me. His warm voice in my ear is doing things to me.

“I…” I’m not even sure I can speak. My hand finds his over my breast and I hold on tight. I need to feel steady because right now, it feels like I’m going to fall overboard.

“She can’t even speak,” Mikhail says. “Tell me how this feels.”

His command sends another jolt of pleasure through my body. His hand is unrelenting. My hips undulate back and forth without my mind even giving it any thought.

“Good,” I whisper. When he quirks his eye at me, I blush. “Amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

“Then just feel it, Natalya. Learn to let go with it.”

He presses down harder and harder onto the sensitive spot between my legs. Even through my underwear, I can feel everything. In fact, I think my underwear helps provide an extra level of friction.

I’m starting to lose myself. Looking at the people watching me with hungry expressions and feeling what Mikhail is doing to my body transports me to another world, one where I don’t have to be the shy white swan anymore. I can be bold. Seductive. Powerful. Just like the black swan.

And that does it for me.

I feel a pull deep within my core that spreads through my entire body like a jolt of lightening and I know. I just know. I’m experiencing my first ever orgasm.

I gasp and arch my hips as my body begins to shudder. Mikhail continues to rub his hand between my legs. The people around me look even more hungry. Some even look jealous. They want to be doing this to me but only Mikhail gets to. That turns me on even more.

All my energy leaves me and I slump against Mikhail’s chest, breathing heavy.

He taps each of my inner thighs. My backside is still sore from where he spanked me earlier but I didn’t even think of it when he touched me. I was so lost in it. I still am.

His fingers reach the edge of my panties. “I need to see how I wet I made you.” Before I can react, he pulls my panties down and drops the piece of fabric to the floor.

I gasp. Everyone can see my naked lower body. I try to close my legs but Mikhail forces them apart.

“Let everyone see your arousal. Your pretty pink pussy.” His fingers flutter over my bare skin. I feel extra sensitive now from my orgasm. My nub is swollen from the pleasure of it all.

“You’re bare,” he murmurs.

“It’s easier for dancing. The costumes.”

“Ah. So you didn’t do this for any man in mind?”

“No.”

“Good.” He settles his entire palm back between my legs. Now that he’s touching me skin to skin, it makes everything more intimate. More vulnerable. More on display. “You’re wet, baby. So fucking wet.”

I can’t help but moan when he slides his thumb over my bud. My hips buck up again.

“I’m too sensitive,” I say, trying to push his hand away.

He places my hand on the side of the chair and returns his fingers to my nub. I gasp. “I get to say how I touch you,” he says. “You don’t get to stop this. I can tell you’re enjoying it. Don’t stop pleasure if you don’t need to.”