“Look me in the eye. I want to see you.”
I keep my eyes on his as I slip the white dress over my head. It ends on my upper thighs. The back of my underwear pokes out.
“I can’t wear this,” I say with a blush.
“You’ve danced on stage in a leotard. That shows every part of your body. Why is this any different?”
“Because a performance isn’t sexual. This… is.”
“You have a beautiful body, Natalya. I want to show it off tonight. Here. Wear these too.” He hands me a pair of small white kitten heels.
Once I’m in them, I look at myself in the mirror. I really do feel like I’m a lamb being led to the slaughter.
Chapter Seven
Natalya
Mikhail takes me to a normal looking brownstone. It’s in a nice area of the city, which is what I’m used to. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But the way I’m dressed tells me that whatever is lurking within the brownstone is not ordinary.
I tug at the end of my dress after I step out of the car.
Mikhail takes my hand. “Stop,” he says gently. “It’s not going to get longer. And I like being able to see your legs.”
“You can also see my underwear. I don’t feel comfortable in this.”
“I want you to wear it and I want you to feel good in it. I want you to have a good time tonight.”
I shiver. As if it’s magic, I feel instantly better. “What is this place?” I nod at the house. “What is happening inside?”
“We’ll have to go in and see.”
The entire car ride here, I’ve been thinking of my sisters and how much worse I made everything. But after Mikhail knocks on the door and a man motions us inside, I forget all about my family.
The reason? What’s happening is too distracting to think of anything else.
Clearly, there’s a party going on. People mingle about, talking with wine glasses in their hands. But there are people doing other things. Sexual things.
I see people on a couch in what is clearly a living room having sex while other people watch. Some women are in see through dresses while others walk around completely naked in nothing but high heels. Men are shirtless except for the occasional one who is naked.
People are having sex against walls. On the floor. On furniture. The people talking don’t even seem to think it’s strange.
“You… brought me to an orgy?” I whisper.
“I did. I want you to explore more of what life has to offer.”
I almost rip my hand out of his grasp but his hold is too tight. “I’m not ready to have sex yet. You know I’m a virgin.”
His eyes darken as he looks at me with hunger. “I know that, baby. I’m not going to fuck you here. I want you to watch and whatever happens, happens. No one else will touch you. I won’t allow it. I told you that before.”
I stand closer to him as a naked woman walks right past me. “I’m not sure I like being here.”
“What is it about sex that makes you so uncomfortable? It’s normal to explore.”
“My dad made it clear I was never allowed to have sex before marriage. I guess it was just instilled in me.”
“Wasn’t so perfect, was he?”