The Dancer

Nadia was sitting on the couch, thumbing through what she and Jason had taken to calling The Bible. It was a book on what expectant parents could look forward to (or dread, as the case may be).

She felt Jason's strong fingers kneading her shoulders. "Ah, thank you," she sighed.

"How ya feelin,' babe?" he asked, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her neck.

"Tired," Nadia yawned. "But at least I'm not throwing up all the time anymore."

"Yes, that's a big improvement," Jason agreed wryly. He continued massaging her shoulders.

"That feels really nice." Nadia yawned again.

"Just sit back and relax," Jason said. His voice was low and soothing. Which immediately triggered Nadia's suspicions.

"Jason." Her tone was one of warning.

"What?" He sounded perfectly innocent. Which raised more red flags.

"I know what you're trying to do." Nadia tried to sound stern, but it was difficult when Jason's magic hands were releasing what felt like months' worth of tension.

"I'm just trying to help you relax," Jason explained. "Besides, you were complaining yesterday how you felt kind of unsexy, and I'm trying to help you with that." He kissed her neck again. "I will always find you sexy."

"Aw, thanks," Nadia smiled as Jason continued to knead her shoulders. She recalled their conversation yesterday -- she complained about the weight gain, and how she was unable to fit into her clothes, even though she was grateful to be pregnant.

"You're becoming more and more relaxed as the tension melts from your shoulders," Jason intoned.

"I'm pretty sure this is how I got pregnant," Nadia muttered.

"Well, you can't get pregnant twice," Jason replied. "Besides, the OBGYN said it's safe to have sex now. And it'll feel good."

Nadia's eyes closed. It had been a while since she actually felt good in her changing body. Her hormones had run amok, she had been nauseous, her breasts had been constantly sore... it would be nice, for a change, to feel pleasure.

"That's it, close your eyes," Jason said softly. "Feel the relaxation spreading from your shoulders throughout your body. Feel your neck release all the tension it's been holding. Feel your muscles loosen..."

Jason kept talking, but Nadia didn't hear him anymore. Her mind had taken her someplace else, someplace tranquil and quiet. She was someplace where she could take a break from worrying about the pregnancy, their finances, her job. She could just be.

She floated like that for some time, out of time, out of space. It was nice to be able to relax...

The sound of music woke her from her reverie. It sounded like string instruments. She opened her eyes. Nadia was in a large, lavish room. Low tables sagged underneath the weight of platters full of fruit. Candelabras lit the room, casting a golden glow.

Aside from a few musicians in the corner, there was no one else in the room except for her and a handsome man in expensive robes. He leaned upon a low couch.

"Ah, my favorite dancer," he called to her. His voice was low and rich.

She bowed her head. "My master," she said. "How may I serve you?"

"Why, my dear, you may dance for me," he smiled.

Nadia nodded. That's what she was there for -- to dance for his pleasure.

The man on the couch gestured for the band to play. They struck up a slow, lilting melody. It was perfect for what she had in mind. She began swaying slowly in time to the music, moving her arms and hips.

As the music played, she moved closer and closer to him. She watched him watching her. His dark eyes were wide. He licked his lips as she approached the couch.

Now, she was close enough to touch him. He reached out for her. She pulled away, smiling. He might be her master, able to command her to perform, but she had power, too. She would make him wait for her. She would increase his longing for her, until he begged for her.

She turned away from him, looking at him over her shoulder. His dark eyes met her gaze. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead, which had nothing to do with the heat in the room. Her smiled widened. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the band. They quickly set down their instruments and left the room.

Turning her head away from him, she removed her shirt. It was a frilly thing that barely covered her large breasts, and it exposed her now pregnant stomach. She looked back over her shoulder. His eyes had widened further. She looked back away, and slid her long, flowing skirt down her hips. She kicked it away.

She turned back to face him. He was breathing heavily now. "Come to me, my dancer," he commanded, his voice hoarse.

At the command, she sauntered to him. She kept her pace purposely slow and casual. He squirmed as she came closer. She could tell he wanted to reach out, grab her, pull him to her, exert his power over her, but he held back. Finally, she stood before him.

"Sit with me, my dancer," he said, pulling her onto his lap. Underneath his silk trousers, she felt his hardness. She decided to exploit that by moving her hips in an excruciatingly slow circle. He bit his lip and closed his eyes.

"My dancer," he whispered. She smiled, continuing to torture him with her hips. The motion had a two-fold benefit: it drove him wild, and it rubbed up against a part of her anatomy which hadn't felt much since she became pregnant.

His arms grasped her back. He pressed his face into the space between her large breasts. "My beautiful, beautiful dancer," he said. He began kissing her chest.

"This is what our child will do when he is born," he said, cupping her breast and swirling his tongue around her nipple.

"How do you know it will be a boy?" she answered, breathing heavily. "It could be a girl. Maybe even two."

He looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows. Then, he smiled. She smiled back. Their lips met, and then their tongues performed a dance of their own.

His hands explored her body. Even though he had touched her a thousand times before, this was different. Her body was different. It carried new life. He leaned down and kissed her swollen stomach. "My beautiful dancer," he repeated.

Even pregnant, she was still light enough for him to pick her up and carry her to the bed in the next room. He lay her down gently on the bed, positioning her so she lay on her side. He lay facing her, drinking her in.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed. "You will always be beautiful to me, my dancer." His hands traveled over the bulge of her stomach, her full, heavy breasts, her shoulders, her back.

She threw her head back as he began kissing her body. She felt his chest hair rubbing against her bare breasts and tried to remember the last time they had lain like this. Could it have been the night they conceived? She had not danced for so long -- the pregnancy had taken a toll. She was so glad the master had summoned her this evening. She finally felt ready to dance for him. Even with her ever-expanding stomach, he still found her a sight to behold.

His kisses moved lower on her body, down her legs, between her thighs. His beard tickled her smooth, sensitive skin. Nadia giggled. The giggles soon turned into moans as his kisses and fingers moved closer to her core.

As he kissed her, her hands slid his expensive robes off his lean, toned body. He helped her by shimmying out of his silken trousers. Within a few minutes, he was as naked as she. He pulled her onto his lap. She sunk onto him. The hard warmth was a welcome sensation. Nadia began rocking gently in his lap. The sensation went from welcome to very enjoyable.

The feeling of his skin rubbing against hers was both wonderful and torturous. It felt wonderful to be this close to her master, her lover, yet the light covering of hair on his chest and arms drove her even wilder with desire, tickling sensitive nerve endings all over her skin. She moaned as he kissed her neck, her face, her breasts.

He was being driven just as wild, she could tell. The kisses became stronger and harder as his orgasm came closer and closer. Nadia kept the rhythm of her hips slow and steady. She couldn't decide if she did it because she wanted to torment him or because she wanted to draw out the pleasure. Maybe it was a bit of both. It felt very good for her, too. Very, very good... if only she could make this last longer...

Her efforts could not hold back his orgasm forever, though. He gasped, throwing his head back. She loved watching him when reached his climax. His eyes would roll back, and his face would relax. A blissful smile would spread across his face. She smiled as well, although her smile was one of triumph.

"Ah, my dancer," he breathed. "That was wonderful... but...ah... I want you to feel the same...ah...pleasure." His mouth found a nipple. He began gently, lazily sucking. His fingers found the magical spot between her legs. It was already quite swollen and sensitive.

His fingers moved faster and faster, while his tongue maintained its slow rhythm. Nadia felt the heat and pressure building between her legs. She gripped his shoulders harder. So close, so close, she thought. So close. And then, the rising pressure overwhelmed her. She felt as though she were flying, even though her body was still very much in her master's lap.

"Ahhh!" she moaned. Nadia slumped against her master's chest. They were both damp with sweat, but it didn't bother her. Perhaps they could bathe together afterwards.

"The dance is over," he whispered in her ear. Nadia opened her eyes. She was no longer in a palatial bed chamber; she and Jason were in their bedroom, on their queen-sized bed where the child in her belly had been conceived.

She pulled Jason's lips to hers and kissed him tenderly. "Thank you," she said when they pulled apart.

Jason smiled. "You're welcome, darling. I want you to know that you're always beautiful and sexy." He squirmed underneath. "But you are kind of heavy."

Nadia swatted at him playfully. "I'm only heavy because you got me knocked up." She shifted her weight to her knees so Jason could scoot out from under her.

"Next time, we can try a different position -- maybe standing," he commented.

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Oh, will the dancer perform again for her master?" she said in her most sultry tone.

Jason's smile widened. "As often as she can."