EroticReverie

Saint ….Four Months Later 

It was the night of her big performance. I’d sat in the balcony seats of the theatre , watching my Little Ballerina perform. The star of the show, as she should have been. 

It’s a tragedy how the girl she was an understudy for had taken such a fall down those steps of her apartments stairwell. She claims she was pushed. But the very small investigation didn’t turn up any proof of anyone entering or leaving the stairwells near the time of her accident. Poor girl. She’d recover soon enough. No permanent damage. 

Whether my Little Ballerina wanted me to or not, I’d always look out for her. Give her everything she wants, without her ever having to ask. 

I watch her in the club with all her friends as they celebrate. I watch my Little Ballerina in her little black dress as she throws back skinny martinis and dances with her friends. 

I watch and I watch. Keeping my eye on Ben who has come close many times over the past months , to sealing his fate of a grave. 

I’ve left a letter for her at least once a week. Sometimes more. It makes me happy to see her look for my presents every time she comes home. She looks forward to them. Even if when she finds them, she tosses my rose into the box and shreds my letters with her delicate angry little fingers and flushes my words to her down the toilet. 

There’s still talk and whispers of Miles. How the police are still investigating. But I know they’re stuck. They have nothing. They have no clue. I watch her each time he’s mentioned in her presence. My Little Ballerina has a brilliant poker face. A skilled little liar. A professional at feigning her confusion as to how it could have happened.  She might not ever thank me for ridding her of such a problem. But I know my Little Ballerina knows she’s better off with him no longer in her life. 

She’s drunk. Stumbling and giggling as her friends and her exit the club where I already wait outside across the street. Watching as her roommate Alisa catches a cab with her boyfriend. Her plans are to go back to his place. Leaving my Little Ballerina all alone for me. 

I watch as Ben slips an arm around Anastasia to help her stay upright. I watch him lean in. Whispering into her ear. The little diamond earrings she always wears that I’d replaced for her long ago. Picking up and playing his words into the earpiece in my ear for the tiny undetectable microphones inside her earrings.

“Why don’t you come home with me, we can celebrate?” Miles slurs slightly.

My teeth clench and my fists curl. I watch Anastasia shake her head with a drunken laugh. 

“I can’t” she says. Good girl. 

“Just one night, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know” he smiles against her ear and she pushes her hand against his chest and tilts her head back and shakes her head. I walk between the cars at a standstill of traffic. I move quickly, crossing the street. 

“Are you just making him up? I’ve never seen him.” He asks her and she opens her mouth. 

“Anastasia.” I say her name and her head jerks and she sucks in a small breath. I watch Ben’s eyes widen slightly. I was much taller than him. I weighed a lot more than him.  I was a threat to him. And he knew it. But he didn’t know just how much of a threat I was. 

I grab her arm gently and pull her to me. 

“I was just, trying to get her home safe” he says, and I clench my jaw as I scoop up Anastasia and she lets out a little yelp as I lift her, holding her with her legs draped over one arm. Her back cradled against the other. 

“I know exactly what you were trying to do Ben.” I say his name and he swallows. Stepping back and shaking his head. 

“Saint, don’t” Anastasia murmurs. 

“Youre lucky my girl is sweet. Because I’m not. Touch her again and I won’t let her save your ass a third time.” I warn and he gulps and nods and stumbles back and I look down to Anastasia. 

“Let’s get you home.” I tell her and she sighs. 

“Bye Ben” she slurs and gives a small wave. 

“Uh…b-bye” he stammers and turn and walk with her to a free cab down the street and gently set her inside as she leans herself against the window. I give the driver our address and glare at her exposed legs and her tight little back dress and the way the one side of her dress hangs open slightly. Showing a generous view of her breast. 

Once we’re at the apartment I get out. Paying the driver in cash and then pull open the other door and let her tip out drunkenly into my arms. 

Carrying her inside and taking her up the elevator as she mutters drunkenly. Babbling with little sighs as I walk her to her apartment and unlock it. Taking her inside and to her bedroom. 

“Did you see me tonight?” She asks as I lay her down. Her heavy eyes trying to open and crossing as they try to focus on me. 

“I always see you Little Ballerina” I say and gently brush my hand over her forehead and over the top of her head. 

“Did you see me dance?” She asks and I nod. 

“Mhm” I hum and keep stroking her head and she sighs and her eyes fall closed. 

“You weren’t supposed to hurt her” she mutters and sighs heavily. 

I know she means the girl she’d been the understudy for. I smile softly. I like that she knows it was me responsible for the girl's accident. 

“Sleep Little Ballerina” I say softly. 

“Saint?” She mumbles. 

“Yes?” I answer as I go to stand. 

“I still don’t like you” she mumbles. 

“I know. But you will.” I say and stand up straight. 

“Saint” she mutters. 

“Yes?” I answer again. 

“You can stay.” She murmurs and sighs. 

“Do you want me to stay with you?” I ask her and she just sighs. I don’t think she’ll answer. But she does. With a little nod and another sigh. 

I remove my shirt. My pants. Slowly. Watching her. She’s already asleep. And I know she’s drunk and if she were sober, she’d had never asked me to stay. But she did. And I wasn’t going to leave. 

I slip into her bed and pull the covers over us and pull her gently into me, her body shifting and turning, and she presses her chest to mine and slips her arm around me. 

“Saint” she mutters. 

“Yes?” I answer having thought she was asleep. 

“Why do you love me?” She mumbles and nuzzles her noses against upper chest near my neck and my cock throbs as she wiggles closer. Tighter to my body. 

“Because you’re mine.” I answer and she sighs. 

“Psycho” she mutters. 

I kiss the top of her head and she sighs again. 

“Stop hurting people” she mutters. 

“I will, once they stop touching you and getting in the way of the things you want” I answer quietly. 

“You're a bad guy” she mumbles. 

“You’re not nice” she murmurs. 

“You feel nice though….like this” she sighs. 

I stay quiet. Just holding her and she yawns and settles into me. 

“Night Saint” she sighs the words softly. 

“Goodnight Little Ballerina” I whisper back to her.