EroticReverie

Anastasia Adwell

I come to a stop in the middle of the floor , my head whipping around to what my eyes caught on as I was spinning on my tip toes.  

“Can I help you?” I ask , my breath heavy. I’ve been dancing alone in the studio for over an hour. My tone isn’t friendly , because I’ve just caught him, again. The first time I’d ignored him. The second time I’d scowled at him but this time he didn’t keep walking , he was standing there staring. 

He says nothing as his eyes crawl down my body and back up and I just stand there. Letting this tall stranger look me up and down. My heart pounding. Was he dangerous or just a pervert? 

“Stop staring at me like that.” I bite out and his eyes flick up to mine and a small amused tick of his lips makes my nostrils flare. If I wasn’t in a building that had other people still inside, maybe I’d be less confrontational with this peeping stranger. Maybe tuck my head and make a run for it. But I’ve been practicing for over an hour, and still unable to complete the dance successfully. I’m off my game and pissed off and this guy is just adding to the annoyance already filling my veins. 

“Like what?” He asks and steps further into the room. Letting go of the mop handle and it clatters to the side of the door frame and tips over and knocks onto the floor. His eyes do another round , skimming down my body. Over my tight black leotard and white tights and pointe shoes. 

“Like that.” I hiss. His feet carry him at a wide berth to my side and I turn towards him. 

“Stay still , let me finish looking.” He says and I gasp and keep turning to keep him from doing a three sixty checkout of my body. 

“I could get you fired for being a creep.” I warn him and he just smiles and keeps walking. And then his eyes flick over my shoulder, and I realize he’s looking at my back in the mirror. 

“Stop it.” I huff and he smirks. 

“You done pretending to be a prima ballerina ? I need to clean these floors.” He says and I clench my jaw. 

“You can clean them, when I’m done” I bite out and he smiles and walks over to me and I lift my chin. I was five foot five , and he was at least a foot taller than me. 

“I’ve got things to do. You’re done.” He says. 

“I don’t care what things you have to do, I’m not done dancing” I lift my chin even higher. I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is , or who he thinks he’s talking to. 

“Then I’ll just watch till you’re done.” He says and my lips tighten as I scowl at him. 

“The studio is reserved for students. You’re not allowed to be here when I’m working.” I lift my nose higher in the air. 

“I work here. So yes, I am allowed here. Go on, keep spinning Anastasia.” He smirks and then moves to the side and walks to the side of the room and I drop my jaw. 

“How do you know my name?” I ask him and he smiles to himself as she turns his back to the mirrors and slides himself down to the floor. Throwing his forearms over his knees as he sits on the fucking floor and stares at me. 

“Doesn’t everyone know it? You’re the studios little princess , aren’t you?” He asks and my nostrils flare. 

“Then what’s your name?” I ask. Not liking him having an upper hand by knowing something about me. Knowing who I am without me knowing who the hell he is. 

“Spin for me Anastasia.” He smirks. Probably reading my mind and pissing me off on purpose by choosing to use my name. 

“Fuck you.” I bite out and then walk over to the side of the room. 

“You said you weren’t done.” He says as I bend over , grabbing my duffel and throwing it over my shoulder. 

“Go screw yourself, creep” I huff as I stomp out of the room and into the back room. 

Gritting my teeth the entire time as I remove my pointe shoes and slap them onto the floor with a little growl. 

I walk to the bathrooms and to the showers , peeling off my leotard and tights , looking over my shoulder. No, he didn’t follow me and him doing so would definitely result in him losing his job. But I’m still jumpy anyways, because I can still feel on my skin the way his eyes lingered on my body shamelessly. Can feel them even if they aren’t still there. 

———- 

Saint Banks 

I’ve been watching her. Longer than she’s even been privy to. I’ve watched Anastasia Banks dance , I’ve watched her strip her clothes and shower more times than I can count over the past year.  When she thinks nobody else is around , I’m there. I’m always there. And the past  few times I’ve watched her dance , I’ve let her catch me.  I’ve watched her leave her house, go to school, I’ve watched her come home and watched her silhouette in her windows at night. Because I saw her once, while driving down the street , and the obsession began. 

I watch her , the water sluicing down her frame. I admire the curve of her breasts as she turns slightly. I admire the small trimmed triangle patch of hair between her legs as she spins her back to the shower head and leans her head back. Most girls don’t shower here. But Anastasia does. She dances for hours sometimes , leaving her body exhausted and glistening with sweat. My tongue salivates every time I see her skin glow, with the urge to bathe her with my tongue over every inch of her body. 

I step out from my normal hiding spot, walking slowly across the bathroom to the small wall of showers. Her hands working out the shampoo in her hair. Her head still back and my cock pulsing against the zipper of my jeans as I get closer and closer to her immaculate body.  I was growing tired of just watching her. Just observing. I needed more. I need her. To be inside of her , to feel her walls around my cock that ached for only her.  

I slip my shirt off over my chest. My heart pounding as she turns and reaches for her conditioner. My dry shirt falling to the floor. 

I work my belt and undo my zipper as I watch her work the conditioner through her hair, her long beautiful brown hair that nearly reaches her ass, her round beautiful ass. She was thin like all ballerinas strive to be. But her breasts were full and her ass plump and those curves were obscene for a little ballerina. 

I push off my sneakers and step out of my pants, walking over , closer and cock throbbing as I take it in my hand, allowing myself a few strokes before I’m right behind her. Feeling the water spray at my feet, the sprinkles of water jumping up and hitting my legs. 

She spins around and her eyes go wide, conditioner covered hands reaching out and pushing at my chest as she screams. 

My hand clapping over her mouth as I shush her and press her against the tiled wall with my body. My cock digging into her stomach. Terrified eyes on mine as I grab her leg as her body bucks and she pushes at me.

“I’m going to have you Anastasia” I tell her and she screams into my hand that’s firmly gripped at her mouth and I groan and drop my hips and hitch her leg higher. 

“You get to decide how much you enjoy it” I tell her as I line myself up and sink into her. 

Her scream vibrates my palm and I groan as I feel her around me. My obsession too strong , my plan falling apart today, because I couldn’t control the urge to have her. 

“That’s it my little ballerina” I groan. “Let me have you”  I thrust again as her tears fall and she screams into my palm with each thrust. 

I groan loudly. My head going back. Perfect. She’s perfect. She’s mine. 

I thrust again, harder. Deeper. Her screams and cries muffled by my hand. My heart pounding knowing I shouldn’t have done this, but I couldn’t stop myself. And she felt too good for me to regret it right now.  I had plans for her. Plans to make her actually want this. But I was too impatient , too deep in love with my little ballerina to wait a day more for her. 

“So tight” I groan. “Youre so tight , little ballerina”  I grunt and cum. I cum inside of her. Deep. Filling her with my seed. Filling her with my love. 

I wanted it to last. But how could it? When she felt so perfect ? When I needed to be quick before a possible intrusion of someone else in the building caught me with their star ballerina against the bathroom walls and my cock stretching her around it. 

I thrust hard , jerking my hips and groan as the last of my cum spills into her divine cunt. Mine.  She’s mine. 

My hands drops from her mouth.  She knows it’s too late now. She doesn’t scream. Doesn’t say anything. Just whimpers as I slide my cock from her and gently put her back on her feet.  She cries as she curls up into a ball on the floor. Her head on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. I feel bad for my little ballerina. It never should have been like this. She’d never love me now. I look down at her. At the pink water streaming from between her legs and my eyes go to my dick. A tint of blood , smeared on my cock.  I should be disgusted with myself for taking her virginity. I love her. I should be upset with myself for taking that from her ontop of taking her body without consent. But , the blood instead, drives the possession further. Mine. She’s mine. 

“I’m sorry little ballerina” I say and she cries. 

“Get out” she sobs. 

“I love you.” I tell her. 

“Get out!!!” She lifts her head and screams at me. 

“It’s okay, we’ll be okay” I tell her. 

“Get the fuck out!! You crazy fuck!!!” She screams and my nostrils flare. 

“You need time. It’s okay.” I say and walk over to her and she yelps as I squat down and grab her face. 

“Leave me alone” she trembles as she cries. “Please” she begs. 

“Shhhh” I hush her and shake my head. “I can’t do that little ballerina” I tell her and kiss her forehead. 

“You belong to me now.” I whisper against her forehead. 

“Fuck you” she cries and jerks her head from me. “Get out!!!”

“I’m sorry for hurting you” I whisper. 

“GET OUT!!!!!” She screams at me. Glaring at me. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Get out!!!” She shrieks and I swallow and stand and walk to my clothes. Putting them on as she cries into her knees. 

“I’ll let you be….for now….but you’re mine Anastasia. You’re my little ballerina now.”