Page 95 of Rome: The Ballerina

He pointed at my head. Then lowered his index finger.

“My lips.”

He continued lowering his finger.

“My heart.”

He grazed my bare skin.

“My womb.”

His index finger met my throbbing mound. I destroyed what was left of my panties. My nostrils widened with desire.

My arousal was loud and obnoxious. I could smell my purring cat from down below. Without doubt, I knew he could smell my yearning too.

“Mine–” he proclaimed.

I blinked rapidly, trying to rid my eyes of the weight from the lust I was consumed with.

“All mine.”

He gestured, moving his hand up and down my body without touching it.

“Understood?”

I inhaled, deeply. Then, I immediately exhaled.

“The verdict is still out,” I confessed, feeling as though I was regaining my power.

“Fair enough. It won’t be for much longer. Mark my words.”

Saint took a few steps back, giving me personal space that I hadn’t asked for but was truly grateful to have again. I watched as he continued toward the door, never taking his eyes off me.

“Answer when I call, Rome.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Yes,baby. That sounds muc–”

“Yes, baby,” I spat out without thinking.

Saint’s smile widened. His ego had inflated much bigger than his head.

“There you go.”

“Goodbye, Saint.” I chuckled, loosening up.

“That sounds too final. I’ll see you later, love.”

His words gripped me by the throat, silencing me. With my lips attempting to touch my ears and my hands pressed against my body for comfort, I watched him exit my home.

See you later, love. I repeated in my head.

The soundof the plane’s engine was invigorating. I climbed the stairs, ending my ascend in the main cabin of the aircraft. Beyond the polished doors was the sleeping quarters. It wasn’t often I rested my body against the plush mattress and fresh linen, but the bed was whispering my name.

Uninterested in parting ways with the women I shared blood with, I settled into my designated seat. We all had a favorite on the twenty-four passenger plane. My body’s weight dented the cushion as my head rested against it. I pushed the button beside my chair to lower the back of it.

My eyes were closed before the door of the plane. Exhaustion was weighing me down. Being back on stage had its advantages and disadvantages. Nevertheless, I was thankful for the opportunity to feel the wood underneath my pointe shoes again.

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