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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 ...