EroticReverie

Anastasia 

When I wake up. I can smell him. Bits and pieces of the end of my night coming back to me. He’d shown up. Taken me from a flirty and drunk Ben who’d tried to get me to go home with him. 

He’d brought me back here. He’d been in my bed with me. I didn’t feel his big arms around me. But knew they had been. Knew I had been the one to drunkenly ask him to stay. I wasn’t sure what that said about me. That very small part of me that missed the man who’d raped me twice , and stalked me for nearly a year now. That small part has clearly crept from the cage I’d kept it in. And asked him to stay. 

I look to my pillow. No rose. No letter. I look to my desk. My window sill. Around the room. No letter. No rose. And I wondered how many months it would be before I saw him again. 

It was sick. The way I’d almost looked forward to the letters and the roses. Some strange comfort of knowing he was still there. Looking out for me. I still couldn’t understand how he viewed raping me as making me love to me. But I knew that Saint believed it. He believed he loved me. He believed I was his. And at this point? Whether I wanted to agree or disagree didn’t matter. Because I was his. He’d made sure of that. Killed a man because of it. Pushed a girl down a flight of stairs because of it. 

I suppose I was no better than him.  Because I’d known , the second I was told I would take over the lead, that Saint had made it so. But I was no better than him because even though I’d been horrified, and angry with him for hurting another person because of me. That there was a small part of me, maybe not so small if I’m being honest, that was happy. Happy to be able to take over the role. 

I’d been flawless last night. I knew I was. And I’d known somewhere he was watching me. The man responsible for the spotlight that had shown on me as I took a bow all by myself center stage with the standing ovation and whistles and claps as I’d taken another. 

It was because of him that I didn’t have a teacher blackmailing me and threatening me with sex. It was because of him I’d been the star last night. Because of him I’d been able to showcase my talent and have it recognized in front of hundreds of people and all of my peers and teachers. 

I check my body for any signs that he’d violated me last night but come up clear. He’d told me the last time he’d raped me that he was going to make love to me everyday. Then had disappeared. Only showing up in the form of letters and roses.  Until last night. Part of me had known he would show up. 

I go to the bathroom to shower and shave. Brush my teeth.

As much as I don’t want to go to school to practice. I know that there’s no rest for someone who wants to stay on top. 

I pull my hair back into a slick bun. Pulling on my underwear. My tights. My leotard.  I slide on a pair of sweatpants and throw on a peach colored sweater than drapes off one shoulder as I grab my phone and my purse and walk to the kitchen. 

“Good morning.” A deep voice rumbles and I jump. Nearly slamming back into the wall and falling on my ass. 

My eyes fly over to the direction of the voice and on my couch. Shirtless , in only a pair of relaxed black sweats , sits Saint. 

“What the fuck” I gasp. My hand going to my chest and I pant. 

He cocks a brow. “Did you not know I was here? You don’t remember asking me to stay?” 

“Clearly I didn’t think you were here ….and…yes,…I remember” I huff and then set my purse down with my phone. 

“But I didn’t think you’d stay stay.” I say and his lips quirk. 

“Coffee?” He raises a paper cup that he clearly got from a nearby coffee place. I look at him. Shaking my head. He knows I don’t drink it.

“You know I don’t drink coffee.” I say. My lips tight. He smiles slightly. 

“Yeah, I do” he says and lifts his cup to him mouth taking a sip. He knows because he fucking watches me every morning. Every night. Every fucking second. 

“You need to stop meddling.” I say and he cocks his head. 

“Meddling?” He asks. 

I nod. 

“First Miles, now Ariana” I say. 

“Oh, that.” He smirks and takes a drink again and I scowl. 

“Yes Saint. That.” I say as I cross my arms and jut out my hip. 

“I did you and the school a favor. On both counts.” He says and I huff. 

“Saint!” I say with annoyance. 

“And you’ll leave Ben alone.” I say and he just smirks as he takes another sip of coffee. 

“I will. As soon as he leaves YOU alone.” He says and I roll my eyes. 

“So what? If I sleep with half of New York City you’ll just what? Kill them all?” I huff. 

“Well…yes” he says casually with a shrug. 

I sigh heavily. 

“You’ve missed me. Haven’t you?” He smirks. 

My brows pinch. 

“Don’t change the subject” I hiss. 

“I wasn’t. I thought we were done talking about the way I most definitely will be killing anyone that touches you.” He says and I drop my arms. 

“So, did you miss me Little Ballerina? Is that why you wanted me to stay last night?” He smiles. 

“No. And I was clearly drunk.” I say and recross my arms. 

“Mm, they say the truth comes out when you’re drunk.” He says and leans forward and sets down his coffee. 

“Why are you sitting on my couch half naked in sweatpants you weren’t wearing last night? Where are your other clothes?” I ask as he leans back and looks at me with a small smile. 

“Come sit with me.” He says. 

“No, I’m going to school” I say. 

“Answer my question” I demand with my jaw clenching. 

“If you want your questions answered, come sit with me.” He says and I clench my jaw even tighter. I knew there was no other way to get answers out of him. I drop my hands and walk over and he smiles. As I go to sit on the couch he grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap. I gasp as he makes me straddle him. 

“Saint” I say and push at his chest. My hands pushing against hard muscle and bare skin as I try to push off his lap. 

“Sit right here. And I’ll answer a question for you.” He says and I huff and glare at him and then settle back into his lap and he smiles. His hands sliding along my legs over my sweat pants and to my hips. Resting them there. 

“One question.” He says. “Make it good Little Ballerina.” He smirks. 

I growl slightly at him and he grips my hips a little more firmly and tugs me closer , further onto his lap. And the bulge of his hard cock presses against my pussy momentarily making me forget who he is and what he’s done. 

“Stop it” I hiss at him. 

He smirks. 

“Stop what?” He asks as he lifts his hips slightly. 

“Saint” I growl at him and narrow my eyes. 

“Ask your question Anastasia” he says and I swallow. 

Did I really want to know why he was wearing different clothes? Yes. But was that what I wanted to know most? No. 

“How do you watch me?” I ask and he cocks a brow. 

“That’s your question?” He asks and I chew my lip and nod. 

“Cameras.” He answers and my brows pinch. 

“Where? I’ve checked the entire apartment, and I’ve never found anything” I say and he smiles. 

“That’s a second question Anastasia.” He says and my nostrils flare. 

“Answer it.” I say through gritted teeth and he smiles. 

“Answer mine first , did you miss me?” He asks. 

“I already told you no.” I bite out. 

“Hmm.” He cocks his head and his eyes fall down my torso and he grips his hands harder at my hips. 

“If you want me to answer your questions honesty Little Ballerina, I expect you to do the same.” He says. 

“I am, I did” I say with a slight gasp as he lifts his hips again. His grip on my hips pulling me harder against his lap and he lets out a low groan. 

“Fuck, you feel good, even like this Little Ballerina” he says and I swallow and shake my head. 

“Where are the cameras?” I ask. Trying to focus. Trying to ignore the unwanted heat pooling between my legs from the friction of his grinding hips. 

“Did you miss me?” He asks. 

“No” I answer again. I wasn’t lying. I didn’t. But also….did. There were two different parts of me. The one that knew it didn’t and didn’t want to ever miss him when he disappeared. And then the other shameful part of me that liked his secret letters and roses. Liked that he was obsessed with me. I couldn’t admit that to him. I couldn’t even admit it to myself. What kind of girl misses a man who stalks her and has raped her more than once and killed a man and threw a woman down the fucking stairs because of her?

“Where are the cameras?” I ask again 

“Did you miss me Little Ballerina?” He asks again and thrusts again and this time it’s harder and I’m lifted up slightly from the force and I bounce back into his lap , his hand pulling on my hips. 

“Saint, stop” I say and he groans and loosens his hold on my hips. 

“Okay.” He says and drops his hands. 

“No more questions for you or me.” He says and I furrow my brows and scowl at him. 

“Answer me” I hiss. 

“You first little ballerina” he says. 

My nostrils flare. 

“A very small , very fucking small part of me…yes” I answer and he smiles. 

His hands slip back to my hips. 

“Was that so difficult?” He hums and grinds against me. 

“There’s one in every room.” He answers my previous question. 

“I’m aware of that. WHERE” I bite out.

“I’ll make a deal with you” he hums. 

“What deal?” I ask. 

“I’ll not only tell you where every camera is, but I’ll remove them.” He says and I narrow my eyes. 

“And what do you want?” I ask. 

“To taste you again.” He says. “to taste you until you cum on my mouth again.” 

I suck in a breath and shake my head. 

“You’d just put them up again anyways, and still watch me everywhere else you have them outside of here” I hiss. 

He grins. “You know me too well Little Ballerina, such a smart girl”

I scowl at him. 

“Let me taste you anyways. Let me make you cum Anastasia” he groans and grinds against me again.  

I shake my head. “This isn’t….normal, you’re not normal” 

“No. It’s not. And I’m not. But I love you and I want to taste you. And I want to do it the way you think I should. I don’t want to make love to you again unless it’s what you want.” He says and I swallow. 

“So you won’t rape me again?” I ask and he shakes his head. 

“I never raped you. But no. I won’t make love to you again unless you tell me to.” He says and I swallow. 

“And if i never tell you to?” I ask. 

“You will.” He says and I gasp as he grinds harder. Pushing and pulling at my hips. 

“Are you getting wet Little Ballerina?” He asks. I shake my head. 

“Don’t lie to me” he groans. 

“Answer me, does your pussy miss me Anastasia?” He groans and I shake my head. 

“I think it does, you don’t want it to, you think it makes you a bad person to want a man that loves you the way I do, but you’re mine Anastasia, you belong to me, and I know you like belonging to me”  he says and pulls me harder against him and I let out a little cry. But it’s not fear or pain. It’s pleasure and my hands push at his chest. 

“Saint, no” I whimper and he groans and then turns and lays me on my back and I shake my head. 

“Let me taste you, please” he groans his plead. 

“No” I shake my head. And gasp as he moves and grinds himself against me and my jaw drops and my hands press to his bare chest and my hips lift. They fucking lift and I whimper  and he forces me to take another thrust of his hips. My ass lifts again and I lift my eyes from where our hips keep moving into one another to his face. He’s smirking and nods once. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it little ballerina? Do you feel how much you want me? How much you’ve missed me?” He asks. 

And I had no idea what the fuck my body was doing or why it felt this way towards him. But he’s right. It feels good. And I could feel how much my body wanted him. How much it missed his control. What’s wrong with me? 

“It feels this way, because you’re mine Little Ballerina. Your body can’t control what it knows. And it knows it belongs to me. It’s all in your head, it’s your brain fighting against it, stop fighting it, this is what you want, what you need” he groans and then is moving and his hands slip around the waist of my sweatpants. 

“Let me take care of your body Little Ballerina, turn that brain off and let me taste you” he says as his hands pull my sweatpants off and then toss them to the floor and I lay there.  Chest heaving as I look up at him. 

“It’s okay” he says and then removes my sweater. And I let him. And I let him strip me of my leotard, of my tights. My body trembling as he removes every scrap of clothing and then leans down and kisses me. His mouth moving over mine. Once. Twice. My lips unmoving, his mouth carrying down my neck as my nipples tighten and my clit throbs and pussy aches as it grows more wet with every kiss he leaves on my skin. 

“I know this feels good for you Little Ballerina….let it…..let yourself feel it…” he murmurs on my nipple right before drawing it into his mouth. 

My back arches and I gasp. His warm mouth and soft lips and wet tongue , suck and lick at my nipple. He groans as I lay there, my body writhing slightly as I close my eyes and my head goes back. 

“Do you feel it Little Ballerina? Feel how these tight beautiful nipples belong in my mouth?” He asks and then kisses the other and licks it slowly. Dragging his tongue over it. Around it and pulling it between his lips. Sucking it harder than the other and I let out a cry. 

“Answer me, do you feel how you belong to me Little Ballerina?”  He groans and gently bites my nipple now and tugs and I cry out. 

“Yes!” I cry out and he groans and sucks it back into his mouth.  

“Tell me to taste you” he growls. “Tell me to make love to you with my mouth, tell me you want to fucking feel my love for you making you cum for me Little Ballerina” 

I curse and gasp as his mouth heads down my body. Growls and kisses rumble over my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut. Why did I want this? Why did I want him? 

“Saint” I plead. I couldn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t admit that for some reason I wanted him between my legs. 

“Say it Little Ballerina” he groans. “Let me taste you” 

“Taste me” I pant. Gasping at my own words. And that’s enough. He doesn’t need the other words he asked for. hearing me demand that he taste me, is enough for the psychopaths mouth hovering between my legs.