Page 40 of Rome: The Ballerina

“I’m sorry you’ve never felt the pleasure you are long overdue for. I’m sorry you haven’t reached that paramount place of womanhood without the help of something battery operated or–self. And, most of all, I’m sorry that I can’t fathom having food without having you.

“You’re the only thing I care to eat at this moment. Maybe I’ll be able to digest food after I’ve digested you. Penetration won’t be the pinnacle of our night. Your pussy– in my mouth, on my chin, on my nose will be.

“When you’re ready, I’ll have you. But, tonight, I’m going to taste you. And, you’re gonna cum– on this table. On my face. On my fingers. Wherever you’d like.”

In an instant, Sac was up from his seat and snapping his finger. He circled it at once and whistled to get the staff’s attention from across the room. Within the next few seconds, feet were scurrying across the floor and the echoing emptiness of the place was almost as loud as my heart.

Sac snatched the napkin from underneath his silverware. They fell onto the table.

Ah.

The sound of them colliding startled me.

“Do you understand me, Rome?” He asked, stuffing the napkin in his shirt.

I was unsure if I understood much of anything. I was a mess. Between my legs. Between my ears.Everywhere.

“Do you understand, Rome?”

I nodded.

“Good, then. I just need your permission. Your consent. Before you touch the drinks I’ve ordered ahead of this night– so I know this isn’t influenced by anything but nature. Yours as a woman. And mine as a man who seeks to please himself by pleasing you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Do I have your permission, Rome?”

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Swallowed another lump in my throat. This one stayed in place. I swallowed again.

Once.

Twice.

I blinked again. Swallowed again. Tried breathingagain.

He made it impossible. He closed the gap between us, kneeling beside me. I could feel his breath on my skin. His hands on my skin.

My fingers trembled. My eyes prickled. My stomach knotted.

Please.

“Sa–”

“Your permission– Do I have it, Rome?”

He caressed the side of my leg, extracting water from my well.

I nodded.

“Words.”

“Yessss–”

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