Devotion(15)

Warm cum fills her, and I can feel it spreading all around my dick. Creamy cum from her and from me blends together, and some even runs out down the sides of my still-hard cock.

I softly rub her clit as she tries to catch her breath and calm her heartbeat. Our mutual lust is crazed, and now that we are both sated, I want to take her to a more comfortable location.

“Come here, little star. Let me take you to bed.” I kiss her lips softly, and she’s half-asleep as I pick her up and carry her to her room. Our room.

And once she slides under the cool covers, I slide my cock into her again.





Chapter Eleven





Aurora





I wake to warmth surrounding me, the smell of Noah filling my lungs. The little bit of light coming through the windows lets me know the sun is already setting. We’d made love all day, and I’d slept in between.

I roll over to get a better look at Noah, a man I know nothing about. But I let myself get lost in him all day, giving everything to him. I’d never felt so connected with someone. All the loneliness I’ve felt through my life washed away with his touches. The way he worshiped my body made me feel like I belonged to him. It felt like he couldn’t be without me.

His face seems more at ease than normal. The usual tension of his body has dissolved. As I remember all the things we did, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to get my bearings.

Opening them back up, I sit up on the side of the bed and try to straighten out my thoughts. I still can’t believe that happened. I look over my shoulder at the man that I want more than anything. But I can’t forget what happened before he came for me this morning. The things I’d overheard. I don’t know how I got so lost in the moment I let those things slip my mind so easily.

Maybe because I didn’t want to believe them. I wanted him all to myself. I stand up from the bed and go to get some clothes. Slipping quickly into my closet, I find a nightshirt and put it on. As I move through the room and into the hallway as quietly as possible, I feel the sweet aches left behind by the hours we spent in bed together.

He talked to me in a way no one ever has—dirty things about me wanting people to watch me, that I craved that attention. I didn’t know how right he was until the words passed his lips.

I craved attention. First from my mom, thinking she’d love how good I dance and would praise me for once. That she would want to be around me, love me. When I didn’t get it there, I fought to be the best in my dance classes, wanting everyone’s approval. He was right. I craved attention. But now the only attention I want is his, and he doesn’t belong to me. I only have a year here. If that.

Who knows what will happen when he wakes up and we face what we did today. Will he still look at me like he did when he’d taken me over and over? As if he wouldn’t get enough of me. He couldn’t get deep enough inside me to sate his need.

Or was I just a toy like I heard that woman say? Just one of many. For all I know, he teaches a new girl every year. If that’s even what he’s doing. He hasn’t taught me anything about dance. In fact, I’ve never even heard him talk about it other than to tell me to do what I wanted. I don’t even know if he knows anything about training, the more I think on it.

The house is completely silent as I make my way through it. I know where I’m going. The one place I know Noah spends all his time. His office. As I walk, I think about how I don’t recall Elina ever pointing out a bedroom for him.

When I get to the thick black doors, I turn the knob and it opens. I gasp at how pretty it is. A giant black desk sits in front for the three large windows overlooking the water. Both walls to the right and left are covered in flat-screen TVs. Who needs this many TVs? I walk over to one of the shelves next to the TV monitors and see rows and rows of DVD cases with my name on them. I pull one out and see a date scrawled on the cover. I start pulling more and more off the shelves and see each are dated, every day in order, going back to two months ago.

“What the hell?” I grab one and walk over to the TVs and try to turn one on. I hit a button and all of them come on at once. The screens fill up with various security feeds, each panel showing a different area of the house. One screen shows a feed of the area outside my bedroom, and most of the others show different angles of the dance studio.

I turn around to look at the other wall and see video clips of me dancing on them. I’m on all of them. I drop the DVD in my hand. I don’t know what to make of this. I’m surrounded by images of myself on a loop, playing over and over. I start to shake.

“Little star, I don’t like when you leave our bed when I’m still in it.”