1. Other Colors -- Ch. 18


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    house.” I drew another squiggle, narrowing my eyes, “No you didn't." “My mother. She danced in the Bolshoi ballet.” I quit squiggling, “...you're serious?” “Comme une crise cardiaque,” he spoke gravely. “I had nowhere else to go when she died. They were going to ship me off to orphanage in Tobolsk.” The line was so silent, I think I could hear his heartbeat. “It was the ballet master who finally took me in,” his voice was dark, and distant. “He gave me a cot backstage. He let me eat meals with the corps.” He paused, reflecting coldly, “I suppose he felt responsible for me. He'd been fucking my mother for years.” “Mon criss,” my eyes began to burn. “How old were you?” “I was seven. I stayed until I was ten.” “…Just ten?” His tone remained vacant, almost mechanical, “Honestly, Penny, I'm surprised the master didn't turn me out sooner. My presence was,” he sniffed, “disruptive. I think the coup de grâce came when he caught me kissing his coryphée .” C'est quoi cet osti de merde la? I felt a hot coal searing at the back of my throat. “So cruel,” I swallowed, “An innocent kiss, and he turned a ten-year-old out on the street?” “I'd blindfolded her with her hair ribbon, Penny. I had Intentions to tie her wrists.” His words chilled me, like a gust of winter wind. “It wasn't so innocent.” Dear Christ. I fumbled nervously with the phone cord, winding it around my finger. Even at ten, Dmitri? “He did the right thing, protecting his dancers,” it was crazy of course, but he actually ...
    sounded convinced by his nonsense. “Besides, I think he always suspected what I really was.” "And... what was that, Dmitri?" A little kid who needed help? A monster in the making? It may have been either; maybe both. He paused a moment, brooding before he answered. “Trouble, Penny. Just trouble,” he spoke the word like an anathema, and abruptly changed the subject. “I saw a poster today. They're doing La Vestale at the Vlaamse,” the wolffish edge in his words resurfaced. “It's a shame I couldn't convince you to come with me. I think it's one you would've enjoyed.” I drummed my fingers on the glass, more than a little reluctant to let the matter go. I could tell by his tone, though, that fighting would get me nowhere further with him tonight. He was finished with it, and all I could do was follow wherever his fitful mind intended to lead me. I sighed, conceding, “La Vestale?” “Spontini, early Romantic. Soldier yearns for forbidden priestess. Priestess secretly yearns for soldier. Sex. Sacrilege. Someone sentenced to be buried alive. All in all, a happy ending.” In spite of myself, I cracked a smile, “You're twisted.” “Not really, my darling. Just kinked.” I flushed scarlet. Darling? That’s new. “Well. If only I’d known, sir,” I fidgeted, “But would you really have had time for an opera?” “I doubt I could have come with you,” he admitted, “But I would have put you in a private loge, Penny. Picture it.” He dropped his voice, “A black silk gown. Evening gloves. Pale pearls around your ...
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