The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is part three of a story that deals with several concepts that some people may find uncomfortable such as: forced pleasure, control over another person, sexual power play, and non-consent. There is no physical abuse, unwanted pain, or violence involved but if you are uncomfortable with the premise of non-consent in a fantasy then please consider reading another story instead of this one. Also remember that in real life, rape and non-consensual sex are wrong. This story is FICTION and does not condone the actions of the characters in real life situations. Again, this is a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
The winter season was quickly approaching, and for Sara, that meant ballet rehearsals.
Lots of them.
Sara had always been involved with dancing, and, as a performing arts student in college, she took part in several productions. Now, even though her career was in digital marketing, Sara always took part in community ballet and dance companies.
This winter, Sara was dancing for the local company's production of Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker ballet. She always loved doing this particular ballet, because it meant she got to work with Mark.
Mark was tall, slim, and very toned with piercing blue eyes that could make girls melt with one glance. In addition, he was a heck of a dancer, able to be graceful but still very masculine.
Sara particularly loved the duets that she and Mark did together during the ballet. There were so many times that he had his soft hands on her hips or around her waist. She could feel his touch through her thin, form-fitting costume, and it always made her tingle.
Then there were the lifts.
Sara loved to be lifted by Mark. She felt like she was flying with his strong hands supporting her. She got lost in the sensation of being swept away by this strong, handsome, artistic man.
Whenever they made eye contact, Sara would always give Mark a slight smile while trying to communicate with her pleading blue eyes just how much she wanted to be more than friends.
Sara hadn't told Doctor Boone about Mark, and she certainly didn't tell Mark about her rape fantasies or her sexual conditioning. It was just too risky. She did, however, promise herself that she would tell Mark how she felt about him, and opening night was as good a time as any.
Sara had agreed to meet Mark at the theatre earlier that afternoon to go over a few last minute details of their routines. Sara was in the rehearsal studio room tying her ballet shoes. The winter theme of the program meant that Sara was dressed in mostly white, her outfit perfectly designed to accentuate her feminine features. The top was shimmery white satin with a light blue and silver sequin design on the front that resembled snowflakes. Her arms were bare except for the thin straps on her shoulders. The tutu was also white with light blue and silver trim, and her shapely dancer's legs looked amazing in her smooth white hose. Her shimmery white ballet slippers completed the costume and made Sara look as pure as the winter snow.
As Mark approached the door to the studio, he saw Sara perched on a desk in her full costume lacing up her ballet shoes. Her legs looked unbelievably sexy in the all white hose and short tutu which revealed her toned dancer's legs all the way up to her cute rear.
Mark had not seen Sara in full costume during rehearsals, and the sight of his dance partner in her figure-hugging outfit made him stop in his tracks.
"W-wow..." Mark whispered to himself.
Sara hopped off the desk and walked over to the ballet barre to begin her stretching routine. Mark almost knocked to ask if Sara was ready, but realizing that she didn't see him looking through the small window on the door, he decided to watch discretely.
Sara was facing away from the door and was totally oblivious to Mark's presence outside. Placing her shapely legs one at a time on the barre, Sara leaned over to stretch her gorgeously toned dancer's legs. The position gave Mark a wonderful view of Sara's amazing rear under her tutu as the bottom of her costume rode up her ass. He wanted nothing more right then than to bend Sara over his lap and spank her full firm rear while he listened to her high pitched yelps, her legs giving little kicks in her ballet shoes as she struggled.
Mark put his little fantasy on pause as he saw Sara finish stretching on the barre and lie down on her back. Lifting her legs straight up into a vertical position, Sara spread her legs wide into a full split, grabbing the bottom of her ballet shoes with her hands and pumping her hips in little tiny thrusts to stretch her leg muscles.
"Oh...my...god..." Mark whispered to himself as he watched. Although, Sara was facing away from him, he could see her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. There before him, was his gorgeous partner with her legs spread wide, her eyes closed, and her hips pumping the air. The outline of Sara's pussy showed through the thin white fabric, and Mark noticed his cock was as hard as steel. Oh how he wanted to fuck that little pussy of hers.
(KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK)
Mark tapped on the studio entrance. "Sara? You ready?"
"Come in," came a cute voice behind the door.
Sara closed her legs and got up off the floor as Mark opened the door.
Flashing a cute smile, Sara cocked her head to one side and placed her hands on her hips.
"How do I look?" she asked.
Mark walked over to her and placed his hands gently around Sara's waist.
"Like a princess. Are you ready to rehearse?"
Sara looked up at Mark with her gorgeous blue eyes and moistened her soft lips.
"Mark..." Sara spoke timidly. "I...need to tell you something first."
The dance couple were inches from each other. They had been this close many times while dancing, but this was different. Sara's heart was racing, her breasts heaving from her deep breaths.
Now or never.
"I...want..." Sara was almost whispering, her eyes watering. "I...need you to kiss me."
Mark blinked, not sure if he had heard her correctly.
"Sara..."
"Shhh," Sara placed her hand gently on Mark's lips. "Don't say anything...just kiss me...please."
Sara closed her eyes and trembled as Mark leaned in to touch her soft lips with his. The kiss was long, gentle, and loving. Sara felt tingles throughout her entire body as the first kiss melded into the second, and the second quickly became the third...
"Mmmmmm," Sara exhaled with contentment as the two dancers enjoyed the sensuality between them, their bottled up feelings towards each other beginning to escape.
Mark glided his hands up and down Sara's beautiful curves, the thin satin material of her form-fitting costume allowed the young woman to feel her partner's touch more intensely.
"Mark..." Sara's voice trembled as she felt him blow gently into her ear between kisses. "I've wanted you to lovingly hold me in your arms for so long."
"Oh, Sara," Mark replied, kissing his partner more aggressively. "I've always hoped I would someday hear those words from you."
Sara closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Mark's neck.
"This is so wonderful," Sara thought to herself. "Maybe after the performance tonight, we can drive to the lake and look at the stars together..."
Sara's innocent mind didn't allow her to recognize it, but Mark's intentions were much more immediate.
Reaching behind Sara's right knee, Mark lifted her gorgeously toned dancer's leg up high and placed her ankle onto the ballet barre.
"I've wanted this for a long time, Sara," Mark whispered between kisses, "and now I know you want me to give this to you."
