Page 68 of Fatal Sloth

He closes the gap between us, his hand gently grazing my thigh as I lean into him for support. “You’re playing with fire, Piccolina,” he teases, his tone is filled with a playful warning.

"Am I? I thought I was just asking my husband for a little help," I tease with a sly grin playing on my lips. Then, I place my leg on the ground to stretch the other one. He guides me backward until my back meets the ballet barre, then spins me around to face the mirror.

Raising one leg onto the barre, I begin to stretch, inadvertently pressing against his crotch. The feel of his arousal against me sends a thrill through my body. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I notice him begin to loosen his tie.

Before I can react, he takes hold of my hips and swiftly turns me around, his playful yet intense eyes locking with mine. He places my hands behind my back, and the cold wood against my hot skin sends a tingle up my spine.

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Sebastiano

La piccola ballerina moves with newfound confidence, a spark in her eyes that dares me to challenge her. It’s a challenge I can't resist, but I'm in charge. I’ll always be in charge.

She twirls toward me, a smirk playing on her lush pink lips, and I move with calculated precision. I swiftly grab her wrists and use my tie as a makeshift restraint, binding her wrist tightly behind her and to the unforgiving barre.

Her leotard clings to her skin like a barrier that I need to get rid of. With a forceful tug, I rip it off her body, the fabric tearing away from her creamy skin with a satisfying sound. It crumples to the floor in a chaotic heap that I kick aside.

I casually remove my jacket, letting it drop to the floor with a muted thud. Then, I start unbuttoning my shirt, taking my time as I loosen each button. With a calm gesture, I kick both the jacket and shirt aside, leaving them in a mess on the floor.

I help her lift her left leg onto the barre. With a predatory hunger burning in my veins, I kneel in front of her, relishing the sight before me. Without hesitation, I lower my head, my tongue tracing a path along her wet folds. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to get the reaction I want from her, to bring her close to the edge over and over again, denying her what she craves.

As I swirl my tongue in circles around her clit, her breath hitches, and her body quivers beneath my touch. But I'm not finished yet. With a deliberate slowness that’s borderline cruel, I lower my lips to the tender skin of her inner thigh, denying her the release she yearns for. I grip her waist firmly, my fingers digging into her skin. Her tits bounce in my face as I hoist her right leg onto the barre, matching it with the left. Her wrists strain against the binding behind her back, a futile struggle against the knot that holds her firmly in place. Despite the restraint, there's a slight give in the tie, allowing her a small degree of movement. It's enough for her to find her balance, her ass settling onto the hard wood of the barre even with her hands remaining bound behind her.

The tension in her body speaks volumes, with her chest rising and falling rapidly, each breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She's trapped, and she knows it.

My hold restricts her movements, her legs spread open, and her body is laid bare before me. Her glistening pussy, wide open and calling to me. She's at my mercy, completely under my control.

"I told you you're playing with fire, Piccolina," I warn, and before she can respond, my lips crash onto hers with a demanding kiss, promising consequences.

My dick is painfully hard, and I can't wait any longer. Unzipping my pants, I pull my dick out. With one arm around her waist, I line my cock up to her entrance. A primal hunger consumes me as I thrust inside her wet pussy without warning. She's mine to command, mine to pleasure, and mine to dominate.

As her moans fill the gym, I revel in the knowledge that I'm the only one who's been inside her sweet cunt, the only one who's given her pleasure. I'm the only one she screams for, and that fact alone, makes me want to claim every inch of her perfect body over and over again.

My mouth muffles her screams of pleasure as I continue my assault, thrusting faster and harder inside her. With her ankles secured around the barre and her hands bound behind her back, she's wide open for me, unable to move, unable to escape. She can only surrender to the pleasure I'm unleashing on her sweet, tight cunt.

As I thrust into her, I can feel her walls pulsating around my cock, each movement sending a surge of pleasure coursing through me. But just as she's on the brink of her climax, I slow my movements, my arm reaching behind her to untie her arms.

With a sharp inhale, she looks up at me, her big blue eyes wide with shock. "Why'd you stop?"

With a cocky smirk, I grab her chin firmly. "Hold on," I command, disregarding her question entirely. Taking a moment to reposition her legs, I guide one over each side of my shoulders. Fuck, Mia's flexibility gets me going. She complies without a word, letting me manipulate her body as I please.

She leans back against the mirrors, gripping the barre beneath her ass. The sight of her like this only makes me harder.

Gripping my cock tightly, I stroke it along her wet folds, relishing in the perfection of it all, and then, without warning, I thrust into her, pounding her hard and fast like it's the only thing keeping me alive.

"Mmm, Bash," she moans, the sound a sultry melody. The grip of her cunt around my cock tells me everything I need to know—la piccola ballerina likes it rough.

"Such a good girl," I praise, my words laced with a possessive edge. I lean in close, my breath hot against her skin. "Do you like being fucked like you're my whore?" My voice is a low growl, a challenge and a demand wrapped into one.

"Y-yes, please don't stop," she whimpers, her voice pleading and desperate.

Mia's body glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, my dick pounding into her, and she’s taking it like a fucking goddess. But I don't intend to stop—not when I can feel her desperation, her need for more. I edge her, relishing in the way she begs for my dick, pleading to be fucked until she's ready to come undone.

I stop again, pulling out from her just as she's on the brink of ecstasy. "Fuck," she curses in frustration. It's the first time I've heard Mia utter profanity, and it ignites something in me.

A cruel smirk twists my lips. "Looks like you need to learn some manners," I remark playfully before slowly lowering her legs from my shoulders, my grip firm as I assist her off the barre. Her legs wobble slightly, but I hold her steady against me.

I turn her body towards the mirror, watching her sexy reflection in the mirror. Leaning over her, I grasp both of her hands in mine."You might want to hold tight," I whisper, pressing her palms against the cold wood.

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