EroticReverie

Anastasia

“I thought you said you were…where the hell are we going?” I pant as he pulls me out the apartment door. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as he puts a key into the lock of the apartment next door. 

“How do you have a key to my neighbors apartment?” I ask as the door unlocks. 

He pulls me inside and flicks on the light. The setup is much like ours. I blink. Looking down. My heart stopping in my chest. Three pairs shoes and a pair of boots. His shoes. His boots. My eyes flicking to the coat hooks on the walls. My heart racing as I note the familiar jackets and coat. 

I should be pissed. And I am. 

“YOUVE BEEN NEXT DOOR THE ENTIRE TIME?!” I screech and he grabs me , pushing m agains the wall and then grabbing my ass and hoisting me up. 

He grins. “You mad?” 

“I’m fucking …pissed” I hiss as he grinds into me. Shoving his hard cock against my pussy through my sleep shorts and his sweats. 

“Yeah? How pissed ?” He groans and I realize. This is getting him off. That my rage towards Alisa had turned him on. And now he was feeding on my rage for this.  For finding out he’s been so fucking close. This entire fucking time while I’ve been at the academy.  I want to cry. All those times he saw me looking for letter and roses. He could have just taken a few fucking steps and left them for me. Watched me starve myself just to get his attention when he could have just came next door and made me better.  

“You fucking asshole” I cry and smack him across the face. He groans and thrusts against me. 

“Slap me again” he groans. 

And I do. Not because he wants me to.  Not to feed his arousal for my temper but because I’m truly fucking angry. 

“I hate you!” I yell and he laughs. 

“No you don’t. You never have” he groans and then carries me through the hall as I yell at him to put me down. 

“Oh my god” I gasp as I’m taken into his bedroom and see it. 

A bed. A dresser. And a wall. Full of screens. A deal with a computer.  The feed running. The academy security camera feed. my kitchen. My living room. My bedroom. My bathroom. Then several points in the city are displayed on other screens. Several thumbnail boxes of different cameras of my normal route to and from the academy. 

“Feels good to be loved this much. Doesn’t it Little Ballerina?” He asks as I look at photos on a board. Printed out photos. Us having sex. Me naked in my bathroom. Me in the shower at the academy. With my hand between my legs. Last week.  When I’d been getting off thinking of him. 

“Youre crazy” I whisper , stunned, my mind racing my heart pumping so fast I can hear it in my ears as I take in the full scope of just how fucking psycho he is. 

“Youre fucking crazy” I repeat. My voice shaking. Not understand why I’m not screaming for help. 

But I do understand. Because I don’t want help. And as much as it should terrify me to fucking see it all. My pussy throbs. My pussy loves it. Because it knows it belongs to him. It’s appreciate this fucking stalker set up. It loves seeing me on his wall in different states of bliss. It loves that in the middle of all the invasions of my privacy , sits a large photo of me center stage on the night I performed the show that HE got me the spot in by eliminating the other ballerina from being able to perform. 

“Youre so fucking crazy” I exhale shakily. But it sounds less accusatory and more like a compliment. 

He walks over to the bed and drops me. Snapping my eyes from the display of photos to his eyes , his hands grabbing my sleep shorts and ripping them down hard and fast making my body jolt from the force and my pussy drips as I pant. 

“Youre fucking crazy” I pant and he grins as he pulls off his shirt and drops it and shoved down his pants. My own hands grabbing his shirt that I have on and ripping it off and tossing it before falling back onto the bed. 

“Youre crazy” I whimper as he climbs onto the bed and grabs me. Pulling me to him as he lays on his back and my body moves , straddling him as he just smiles at me while I reach down and grab his cock. Pumping my hand up and down. Gripping him hard as I stroke his cock. 

“Oh god, you’re so fucking crazy” I whimper and it’s definitely not accusatory now. Saying it. Becomes an aphrodisiac, and I’m wet. So fucking wet. 

“I’m so mad at you, but you’re so fucking crazy” I whimper as I push the head of his cock to my pussy and he groans as I take him inside of me. 

“Fuck” I cry as I feel him fill me. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking crazy” I moan as my hands go to his chest. I was going to be late to classes. Possibly lose my spot as the lead if I couldn’t be bother to show up on time. But I didn’t care. Because I’ve always wanted nothing more than to be the best ballerina. To be a world renowned name among the circuit. I wanted nothing more than that, until now. Until him. 

I wanted him more than I wanted that stage. I wanted him more than anything else in the world. 

My nails scratch at his chest and I drop forward with his cock inside of me and grind on it as I kiss ok his chest. His groans vibrating through it as he slips his fingers into my hair as I kiss all over his chest and then pushes up. Throwing my head back as I brace my hands again his chest. 

“Fuck, you love me so much” I moan and he groans and grab my hips. 

“You love me so fucking good” I whimper as my drenched cunt takes every inch as I slam my pussy down on him. Fucking myself with his cock. Giving it to myself as hard as I can. Trying to match the violent way he makes love to me. 

“Youre so fucking crazy” I moan as his hands grip my waist hard and my tits bounce as I make my pussy hurt. Screaming as I ride him. Tears filling my eyes as I lose myself. 

“Saint” I cry and he groans. 

“Little Ballerina” he grunts and then grabs my ass and doesn’t thrust yet, but lifts me up and pushes me down , using his hands to help the force of my weight come down on his cock as I scream louder. 

“You making love to me Little Ballerina?” He groans. 

“Uh huh” I moan.  My response makes his vibrate the air with the loud groan that leaves his chest. 

“Good girl, show me how much you fucking love me” he grunts and then slips his hands off me and drops them to the side and I’m fucking gone. My body wild and unleashed as I make love to him. Crying and screaming as I make sure to let his cock drill me deep everytime I come down. 

“Fuck yes Little Ballerina” he groans and grunts and grabs the fucking sheets as he stops himself thrusting. But his hips pitch up into me a few times, unable to control himself entirely. Groaning as my tears his his chest and my nails scratch the fuck out of his chest. 

My hips are moving back and forth with his cock buried inside of me as I pant and curse and scream as loud as I fucking can. Because I can’t fucking control myself. 

“So fucking crazy” I pant. 

“I’m so fucking wet” I cry. 

His hands move and he grabs my throat in one. My hip in the other and I moan as he squeezes. 

“Youre so fucking beautiful” he groans as he squeezes harder and I grunt. My air cut off and making my moans sounds like a dying fucking animal. 

“I love you so fucking much” he groans and my face feels like it’s going to pop as my hips still move , my hand grabbing his forearm and nails digging in as my fight mode kicks in as my vision blurs and my hips slow and right before I pass out he releases my neck and choke on a sharp breath. Choking on the air my lungs try to claim all at once and I’m cumming on his cock as he thrusts into me. My body collapsed over his as I cum with arms wrapped around me as he pounds up into me. 

He groans as I cry. Tears ripping down my face. His one hand grabbing my face to watch me fucking cry and he smirks at me. His eyes falling down my face. Following each tear as I sob while also fucking moaning as his cock keeps moving in and out of me. 

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you cry” he groans. 

“Sit up” he groans and I can barely move. But I do it and then he’s grabbing my waist and bouncing me on his cock. Thrusting hard beneath me. 

“Cry harder for me love” he groans and the force of his hips is brutal and I can barely fucking breath as I cry.  Choking on gasps and screams.  Drowning myself in tears. I doubt I look pretty what so fucking ever. But to him.  Clearly by the look on his face as he watches me, I’m exactly how he wants me. And I know what he sees , he thinks is the most beautiful

Thing in the world. His little ballerina crying for him. His little ballerina so fucking helplessly in love with him. 

“Make me cum Anastasia, make me fucking cum” he growls and I know what he wants. I know the words that would trigger his cock into filling me with more cum to further claim me as his. 

“Fucking tell me why you’re crying so hard for me love, cmon “ he grunts “tell me” 

“Fuck” I cry as I feel him brushing me from the fucking inside. He was going to fucking break me. And I couldn’t get enough.

“Make me cum Little Ballerina, fucking tell me” 

“Cmon baby fucking say it” he groans. 

“Need to hear you fucking say it Love” he growls. 

My mouth opens and he groans and just the thought of saying it has me cumming as I scream the fucking three words he promised me he’d make me say when he marked me as his. 

“I LOVE YOU!” The words are choked out. But they’re clear as day and I’m rewarded by being thrown off him onto my back. His large hands throwing my legs back as his cock claims what’s his. Spearing me with his cock, plunging so fucking deep and hard that I nearly pass out. 

“That’s right. Tell me again” he grunts and has me bent in half as I try not to black out from the pain. 

“I love you” I cry. “I love you” I repeat and he grunts loudly. 

“That’s so good, that’s so fucking good Anastasia, fuck you have me feeling so fucking good right now baby” 

“Again” he grunts. I repeat the words. Crying as the words pass my lips again and again. A vicious thrusts and loud groan leave me lying there. Legs pushed back as he empties into me. Cum pulsing against the deepest part of me. Coating my bruised cervix in a warm blanket of his claim to me. 

His cock draws out slowly. And I yelp with tears as he slams right back into me. 

“Saint” I cry. He hums and looks at me. Dips down and kisses my forehead as he groans against my forehead. 

“You think I’m done? I’m not done with you love, not even close” he whispers and makes love to me again. Just as hard. Just as brutal. Demanding my tears as I scream. 

“I’ll never be done” he growls. 

“I could fuck my little ballerina forever” he pants. 

“No more disappearing. I promise. No more”