“That’s my good girl,” he praises me.
My heart skips a beat inside my chest.God, why does that turn me on so much?It definitely should not. And I shouldn’t be doing everything he’s telling me to do right now. I’m just about to turn around and tell him to go to hell, but he slides up behind me, caging me in. I’m barely breathing when I feel him reach under my skirt. His hands are quick and methodical as they roll down my leggings, exposing my thong.
He takes a step back, only to press up against me a moment later. His mouth is at my ear when he murmurs, “Fuck, you look so sexy like this.” The fingers of his right hand trail up between my thighs. “You better be glad your teacher is a woman. If it was a man, he would be losing his eyes.”
I stiffen at his words. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not right now. But all of those thoughts go right out the window when his fingers reach the apex of my thighs.
“You’re wet for me,privighetoare mica,” he whispers in awe against the shell of my ear.
Pure and undiluted mortification burns my cheeks. “Dimitri,” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
“Say that again in a few minutes when you’re coming on my tongue,” he says before dropping down behind me.
My hands grip the bar in a white-knuckle grip. My eyes dart around the studio, looking for any signs of life…or spectators. Oh god, we’re in a public venue. Anyone could walk in at any point, including myteacher. I need to stop this. I need to tell him no. I need…
But the moment I feel him move my thong to the side and his tongue sweep the length of my slit, all rational thoughts leave my brain, and I release a small groan.
“Mmm,” Dimitri murmurs in satisfaction before diving back between my thighs. He’s eating me from behind like a starving man, not leaving any part of me untouched. He focuses on my clit at first before licking his way up to my tight, puckered hole and then back down.
The sensations are almost too much, and now I’m gripping onto the bar like it’s my lifeline, hoping I don’t collapse as I accept the pleasure he’s giving me.
In one last ditch effort to get him to stop, I protest weakly, “My teacher, Miss Dupont, will be here soon.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Savina,” he growls against my skin. “Not even a hundred rabid wolves could drag me away from you right now.”
Dimitri’s tongue flicks over my clit in torturous, slow circles. His mouth is sinful, creating pleasure that should be considered illegal in all fifty states. I never knew something could ever feel so good in my life. My legs and thighs begin to quake with my impending orgasm, and I almost feel scared to go over the edge.
“Come on my tongue, Savina,” Dimitri growls against my wet flesh, and his words are my undoing.
What starts out as a small spark slowly turns into a raging inferno inside of me, spreading like wildfire through every nerve ending in my body. I desperately clutch the bar, clinging for dear life as I experience a mind-blowing release. A foreign cry tears from my throat as I convulse against his mouth and fingers. “Dimitri!” I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of the studio.
I can hear him murmuring in his native language, perhaps praising me. I’m not even sure at this point.
I feel so high, like my head is up in the clouds. Andthen I hear someone clear their throat, and it suddenly feels like I’ve been doused in a bucket of ice-cold water. I practically jump away from Dimitri, desperately trying to right my tights and skirt as my eyes frantically search the room to find the source of the sound.
My teacher, Miss DuPont, slowly strolls into the room with a stern look on her face. I didn’t think her face could get any harsher. And if looks could kill, Dimitri and I would be dead right on the spot.
My mind races with questions. How long has she been standing there? How much did she see? She clearly saw me coming for my future brother-in-law, whom she met at my engagement party.Oh god, what if she tells my father?
I can feel a hot blush spreading across my chest and cheeks, my heart pounding inside my chest as I think about the consequences of my actions. What was I even thinking, letting him do that to me in a public place? At the time, it felt so…wrong and exciting. But now, it feels so foolish and embarrassing.
“I’m s-s-sorry, Miss DuPont,” I speak up, breaking the tension and silence.
She holds her hand up, stopping me. “Mr. Sokolov, if you would please leave, I have a lesson to start with Miss Cipriano.”
My eyes dart to Dimitri, his mouth still wet with my slickness. And I watch in horror as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Then, he steps closer to my teacher and says in a low voice, “Not a word about this to her father or I’ll make sure you’ll never dance again in your life.” Shooting me a glance, he then walks out, his threat lingering in the air well after he leaves the room.
She looks taken aback by Dimitri’s threat but quickly schools her features and turns her attention to me.
“Miss DuPont,” I start, but she doesn’t let me finish.
“First position, Savina,” she says sternly.
My brain slowly rewires itself, and I get into first position and then the next few positions when she demands.
Miss DuPont makes me dance for hours that night until my toes are numb and my feet are bleeding. And then I walk the whole wayhome in shame and excruciating pain. But I know that I deserve it. I deserve this punishment and so much more.
Instead of breaking down, however, I use the pain to fuel my decision to not let Dimitri touch me again. What we’re doing iswrong. Plain and simple. I am going to be marrying his brother. We can’t keep playing these games; because I know, in the end, it will only be me who gets hurt.
