Hunger and lust

The traffic outside of the car grew louder as we passed busier streets and the inside the car became quiet. The entire time I felt as if I might start sweating bullets. Just because her STD s were negative didn't mean nothing else could be wrong with her. She specifically asked Antonio to let her walk and then went to the hospital right after the clinic.

Rhea didn't seem sick, and I didn't think the ballet would let her dance if something was wrong. Especially not as the prima. As much as my imagination was running away with me, I had to assume it was something personal for Rhea.

The closer we got to my home, the more I was dying to find a way to bring the subject up.
However, we weren't on that level yet. Just because she was obligated to fuck me whenever I had a hard on didn't mean she owed me the details of her private life.

For all intents and purposes, I was barely more than her owner and her my pretty object.

I hated myself for even thinking that, but it might help to keep me from crossing any lines if I went home to her with that mentality.

"Have a good night, sir!" Antonio called me out, and I muttered a reply as I rushed from the car. It was late, and I knew by now her show was over, but I didn't know if she was already here or still at the studio. My breath stopped coming to me as I approached the front door and went inside.

The first thing I heard when I locked the door behind me and took off my shoes was soft music on coming from the other side of the house .I left my briefcase and suit jacket in the entry foyer and walked through the house, passing the kitchen and following the sound of slow hip hop.

Leaning on the kitchen island, I could see through the dining room that the black trim, sliding bifold doors to the garden were parted open. The white lantern lights in the garden were on and underneath them I could see Rhea on a yoga mat.

The garden was more of a walled in patio. The white brick walls blocked your view of anything outside with a black iron railing at the top. A single black door would take you out into the alley, but I kept it locked. There was some basic patio furniture out there that it seemed Rhea had moved to the side.

I crept silently through the dining room as Rhea stretched, not wanting to disturb her, but certainly wanting to watch.
Her hair was in a loose bun, her thin pink sweater hung over one shoulder, exposing her pale skin. The dark tights she wore left little to the imagination when she bent over to touch her toes.

My brain threw all my prior thoughts out the window the instant my dick twitched to life. The music she was listening to didn't help lighten the mood, either. It was slow, and the lyrics were far naughtier than anything I would have imaged Rhea listening to.

"Had I known this was the view awaiting me, I would have come home sooner," I breathed out.

"Holy shit!" She snapped up from her stretch and stumbled forward. A second later she whirled around to face me standing in the open doorway.

Her eyes scanned over me, standing with my arms folded across my chest and appreciating the sight of her under the low lantern light. She shivered under a gust of cold air that swept over us and began fumbling over her words.

"I'm..... I'm sorry. I didn't know when you'd come home, and it just felt so nice out."

I interrupted her, holding my hand and taking a step into the garden.
"Rhea, I'm not upset. You can do whatever you like while you're staying here." I swallowed hard and licked my bottom lip as I looked over her. "Besides, I do rather enjoy the view of your ass while you stretch."

"Oh." She turned pink instantly and clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes flicked around the garden as if she was trying not to look at me. I could see her chest quickly rising and falling, then trailed my sight back to her full lips.

"I've had a rather long day, Rhea. And right now, there's one thing I really want from you." I registered my voice getting huskier as desire added my thoughts. My dick ached for her, and I stepped further into the garden.

"I understand, Aleksander." To my surprise, her voice was breathly, and something in her pale eyes reflected the heat I felt. Her gaze went to the tent in my pants and without another word, she licked her lips, then began to pull off her sweater.
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|ALEKSANDER'S POV|

Aleksander wanted me. After all, that's why I was here. This was a transaction, and I was going to do whatever he needed me to do. I couldn't lie to myself and say that I didn't want him in return. I felt the ache of desperate desire around him now that I knew what he could do to my body.

I felt feverish when he looked at me with that intense gaze. Dark eyes full of hunger that could strip me bare with just a glance. Even fully clothed, I felt so naked standing in front of him.
Tossing my sweater onto the patio chair I pushed aside earlier, I turned around so that my back was to Aleksander. He inhaled sharply when I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my leggings and bent over to push them down. He said he liked the view when I was stretching, so I hoped he liked the sight of my red lace thong now.

I inhaled shakily when his warm hands grabbed my hips before I rose back up. Aleksander pressed his hips against me, and I could feel the hardness of his erection against my ass. That sent a wave of need straight to my core.