The intensity of his twists and pinches to my nipples increases, and while it’s painful, I enjoy it so much. I love it.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“In the theater?” He chuckles. “With everyone watching?”
He increases the gentle pressure on my clit.
“Yes,” I groan. His hand on my throbbing core sends waves of pleasure through me. “Please.”
“Take your panties off.”
Quickly, I stand up from his lap, feeling a rush of excitement as I slide my panties down my legs. He unfastens his dress slacks, revealing himself to me. He firmly grasps my hips, guiding me to straddle his throbbing member. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, and we both hiss from the sensation.
“Fuck,” he grunts, maneuvering me up and down his shaft, ensuring that every inch of him is deep within me. “That’s it. Take all of me.”
“Oh god,” I groan, feeling the intense pleasure as he thrusts up into me while I bounce on his long, thick cock.
The orchestra’s music provides a melodic backdrop to our passionate lovemaking, masking the intensity of our sounds.
“Not God,” he grunts, his rough nails digging into my hips, intensifying the tingling sensation that spreads throughout my body. “But I am your Beast. Now come for me.”
He pinches my clit, and waves of pleasure move through my entire body, then I lose myself in ecstasy.
“Florian!” I shout, my voice mingling with the music of the ballet while my body convulses as my orgasm barrels through me like an out-of-control freight train.
“Fuck, Beauty, I’m coming,” he groans, and with each pulse of his release, he stiffens beneath me, filling me with his warm cum.
We both sit in silence, trying to catch our breath. As we both come down from the intense pleasure, I giggle as he sighs.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I whisper, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and awe. “Can we do it again? I really want to do it again.”
He chuckles, but just before he responds, a gentle tap on the door interrupts our wonderful moment.
With a sigh, I rise to my feet and adjust my dress, pulling it back up to cover my chest before smoothing it down my hips. Ignoring his cum leaking from me, I reach for my underwear to pull them up, but he reaches out his hand. I hand them to him, and he gives them a long sniff before tucking them into his pocket.
“These are mine now.” He tucks his now flaccid cock back into his dress pants. “Stay here,” he says before walking to the door.
As he opens the door to the private box, a symphony of hushed whispers and muffled curses fills the air. After he closes the door, I notice a shift in his demeanor when he returns to sit beside me.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighs. “My father’s here, and he wants to meet you.”
“Can’t you let this go, Florian? Maybe if we just stay out of his way, he’ll leave us alone.”
“You don’t understand what he’s done to me and my family, Beauty.”
“Maybe I don’t understand, but I don’t want to be dragged into the middle of whatever you two have going on. Could you just let it go just for me? I’m begging you.”
Now the way he’s looking at me is different. Gone is the man who’s shattering the thick walls protecting my heart. His eyes and face are blank, devoid of any emotion or expression, which isn’t normal when he looks at me. Most of the time, so many emotions are dancing in his eyes, but not now. The man I’m starting to have feelings for is definitely not the same person sitting beside me.
“I’m not doing that, Arabelle,” he says, his voice distant and detached. “Not for you. Not for anyone else. He deserves everything that’s going to happen to him and more.”
I can’t explain the amount of hurt his words cause, but that hurt only lasts for a short while. Then, nothing but anger fills me. I think about the life I had to give up, the dream of finally finding someone who will love me because of a debt my father owed. I ask him to give up one thing for me, and it’s an instant no.
“After all that I gave up for this, and your answer is no? Either let it go for me or give me time to sort things out for myself, Florian. I don’t want to be involved in whatever you have going on between you and your father. I refuse to.”
“Then you can have your time.”
