EroticReverie

Anastasia ….one month later…

He hasn’t shown up and I refuse to leave another letter for him. Why did I even want to see him? I have nothing to fucking say to him. 

I’ve only received two letters in the past month. 

One was two weeks ago.

“You didn’t eat enough for breakfast. Remember our deal Anastasia.” 

I’d simply not been feeling well and hadn’t been hungry. 

The other one was this morning. 

“Say the word. I’ll make her disappear. Anything you want Anastasia, can be yours. Let me give it to you.”

My stomach had turned and I’d actually thrown up in the toilet. 

I was named as the understudy for the lead role in the show. I’d wanted that lead role so badly. But if I didn’t deserve it. If I wasn’t good enough. Then there was nothing that I could do. I’d cried myself to sleep after finding out yesterday I hadn’t gotten the role. And now I had my stalker promising to make my competition “disappear”.  What a fucking psycho. I’m sure there are other girls though that would do anything, including letting an obsessive stalker take out their competition, but not me. 

I’d ripped up the letter and flushed and dropped the rose into the box on the little desk in my bedroom where I leave all his flowers. I don’t know why, but for some reason. It bothered me that there was only one fresh rose. Those others wilted and crunchy from their dead petals. 

“Now I’m the fucking psycho” Id mutter and put the lid back on the box. 

After a long grueling day , my toes burn and the bones in my feet ache more than they ever have. I’d spent three hours after school , in the studio. I hadn’t been good enough. I’d wanted that fucking part. And I hadn’t been good enough. I hadn’t practiced enough. So I tacked on an extra ninety minutes today to my normal extra hour and a half I spend each day after school. 

“Ana?” A voice calls as I exit the room. I turn my head towards a familiar voice and I smile. 

“Hey” I say and shift the strap of my duffel bag a bit higher as I walk over to Ben, one of the male ballerinas in my class. He’d gotten one of the larger parts in the show, he was good , probably the best in the class as far as males. 

“Hey, I just wanted to say, you were amazing today.” He says and I blink and blush slightly. 

“Oh, thanks. I um, you were too. I mean, you’re good everyday. Like, really good.” I say and he smiles and I chew my lip because I wasn’t good at social interaction with guys that I thought were good looking. 

“I was just about to head out to get something to eat, do you…want to join me?” He asks cocking his head and I smile with a nod. 

“Yeah. Sure.” 

—————-

We went to sushi and we talked. I grew more comfortable interacting with him, laughing and learning about him. 

When he walked me to the subway he’d smiled at me. 

“I had a good time. Maybe we can go on a second date?” He asked and my eyes widened. Date? No. That’s not what this had been. We were just eating. My stomach twists. Was HE watching me right now? Would HE think this was a date ? Would HE hurt Ben because of me?

“No.” I shake my head and wince as I see his expression morph from a beautiful smile to a sad one of disappointment. 

“I just…I’m sorry Ben, this was…it was lovey…I just….i didn’t know…this was a date….im not….i cant. ….im….im seeing someone” I say and his brow lifts. 

“Oh.” He says and nods. “I thought Alisa said you were single” he says and his brows furrow. 

“I …was…it’s new….i just…I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that’s what this was” I say and he shakes his head and forces a smile. 

“It’s alright , hey, it was just a friend date” he says and reaches out and puts a hand on my arm and I nod and blush slightly in embarrassment.

“Whoever he is , he’s lucky” he says and his thumb strokes my bare arm and he steps closer. 

“Maybe we could do dinner, as friends again sometime?” He asks. 

I swallow. “Maybe”

“I’ll take a maybe” he winks and leans down and puts a kiss on my cheek. 

“Have a good night Ana, I’ll see you Monday.” He says and I nod. 

“Yeah , alright, you too, thanks for dinner” I say and he smiles and nods and walks away as I exhale and turn and walk down into the subway. 

It’s Friday night , which means Alisa is gone to her boyfriends again in Jersey. 

However , when I get home. The door of my apartment is ajar. 

“Son of a bitch.” I hiss. Pausing in the hallway and looking around. It could be an actual robber. But my money is on a murderous pissed off stalker who again somehow knows my every fucking move. 

I walk to my door and kick it open gently with my foot. My breath catches as he stands there. Leaning himself against the wall , arms crossed, one shoulder to the wall. His chin dipped and his eyes on me. 

“Do you enjoy upsetting me? Are you trying to make me jealous?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“It was just dinner.” I say. 

“If he touches you again. I’ll kill him Anastasia.” 

“He didn’t touch me, you can’t just fucking-“

He’s next to me in two steps. I gasp. Dropping my bag. His quick movement making me cower and flinch as he grabs my jaw and I whimper. It’s not hard. But it’s firm and I whimper. 

“Please don’t hurt me” I beg. Closing my eyes tightly. 

He growls and I feel his breath near my face and then his lips brush my cheek. On the exact spot that Ben had kissed me. I suck in a breath and he kisses it again. Again. Again. Then his hand drops and he skims his palm over my arm , as if he’s erasing Ben’s touch of my arm. 

“Do you need me to make love to you again? To remind you that you’re mine?” He asks and I shake my head. Because that’s what he thinks he did in the showers. He thinks he “made love” to me. When he’d fucking raped me. 

“Are you sure Little Ballerina? Because I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to.” He says. His voice deep and his hands soft as they slide up both of my arms and cup my face. I whimper. 

“Look at me” he says. It’s gentle. But also demanding. I open my eyes and lift them to his as he stares at me. His eyes and his gaze so fucking intense that it makes me shiver. 

“Let me make love to you.” He groans and his mouth drops close to mine. 

I shake my head. “No” I answer him and his jaw clenches. 

“I want you. I miss being inside of you.” He groans. “I can still feel the tight grip of your cunt everytime I look at you Little Ballerina”

“I said no” I say and push his hands from my face. 

“Youre fucking insane!” I raise my voice and he growls and I slip away from the wall and stomp into the tiny kitchen. Expecting him to yell at me or grab me and force me.

“Don’t touch him!” I yell at him. Spinning around when he doesn’t do either of those things.  He’s standing at the little archway into the kitchen. Needing to dip his fucking head and lean just to fit in it. His arms crossed again. 

“He touched you. He kissed you.” He says and I glare at him. 

“He touched my fucking arm! He kissed my fucking cheek!”

“EXACTLY.” His voice bellows and I step back. 

“You aren’t HIS to fucking touch. You’re MINE.” He snarls as he stands there. Unmoving. Glaring at me. 

“I’m serious. You can’t hurt him. It wasn’t, I misread everything, I thought it was just meant to be as friends, and I told him that!” 

“Before or AFTER he kissed my property?” He growls. 

“Fuck you! I’m not your property!” I seethe and walk over to him. 

“Just leave me the fuck alone!” I shove at him but the fucking giant doesn’t even budge. 

“Get the hell out! Get out of my fucking apartment! Get out of my fucking life! I don’t fucking want you! I’m not yours!” I scream as I beat on his chest with my fists and slap at him with my hands. 

“Are you fucking done?” He asks as I still rain my fucking little punches and slaps on his chest.

“NO!” I yell at him and keep hitting him as I look up at him. 

“I fucking hate you! You fucking psycho! You fucking rapist! You fucking fuck!” I scream and he sighs and it only fucking makes me more angry. 

“I can’t fucking stand you! I wish YOU were dead! Not Miles!” I scream and he grabs me. I yelp and thrash as he picks me up, and drops me right onto the counter. Dropping me hard enough onto my ass to knock the air out of my lungs. 

I kick and scream and he forces himself between my legs and wraps and arm around me. Enveloping me and holding me tightly, my hands trying to grab and scratch or slap at him. But they’re pinned to my side and I claw at his shirt and his hand grabs my jaw. He forces my chin up and I spit at him. My saliva splattering all over his face. I pant as he freezes and hold my breath. He opens his eyes. His jaw working and he breathes deeply. One long slow breath. I flinch as he spits right back in my face. 

“You fucking bastard!” I scream and picks me up again and carries me over his shoulder as I punch my fists against his back and kick and scream as he carries me to my bedroom and throws me, right into my bed from halfway across the room. My body flying and bouncing and I yelp as my limbs all flail. 

“No!” I scream at him as he undoes his belt. 

But he’s on me before I can move. 

“No, no, stop!” I scream, tears falling and he growls as he pins me and shoves down his pants and then grabs my skirt and lifts it and yanks my panties to the side. 

“Saint! Stop!” I scream and he growls at me and I close my eyes as I feel him force himself inside me. 

He claps a hand over my mouth. The other holding my head down over my forehead as he pulls out and thrusts in fully. I scream into his palm. I wasn’t even wet. And he was so much bigger than Miles, bigger than I remember him being. 

He thrusts again, again.

“This isn’t rape Little Ballerina, you belong to me, you’re mine” he groans. 

I cry as my body stops fighting and he groans and keeps thrusting as I cry into his hand and he slips his hand from my forehead and from my mouth. 

“You let him fuck you, and use you, you’d rather have him over me? Over this? A man that makes love to you? Worships you? Protects you?” He groans and grabs my top and lifts it. Pulling it off and then removing my bra. I lay there. Crying as he slides out and pulls off all of my clothes and then he’s back on me, my head turned to the side as he kisses my temple. He licks his hand and spits in it and then reaches down and rubs it on my pussy and then is sliding back inside with a groan. 

“little ballerina” he groans as she thrusts. Going slowly. I whimper. 

“Look at me” he pants. 

I close my eyes. 

“Look at me” he growls and I grit my teeth and turn my head. Glaring at him. 

he grunts and holds my jaw. Keeping my face turned to him. 

“Does that feel good ?” He asks and I shake my head.  It barely moves as he holds my jaw. 

“I’ve given you time, I won’t wait anymore Little Ballerina. You’re mine. And I’m going to make love to you , every single day” he groans. 

“Fuck you” I cry. “Youre raping me!” I hiss. 

“I’m making love to you” he corrects me like the psychopath he is. 

“Burn in fucking hell” I grit my teeth. 

He groans. “Not yet Little Ballerina, not yet, I’ve got a lifetime to spend with you first”