His Enchanted Swan

Chapter Fifteen

Bartholomew pressed his body into Yvette’s, as he pushed her up against the shower wall. His hunger was relentless, as his tongue made its way in between her quivering lips. He had an insatiable appetite, as they were now locked in a dance of hunger, and passion. Bartholomew then pulled away, and stared deep into her eyes.

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” He growled in a sensual whisper.

“I-“ She started to say. But before she had a chance to even get any more words, out of her mouth, he quickly turned her around. He then wrapped his right arm around her, as he grabbed her left breast. As he gently began to cup her bosom, he placed his left hand on her belly. While he was delicately groping her with his right hand, the left slowly made it’s way down between her thighs.

Yvette began to breathe heavily, as she could feel his lips, and his hot breath next to her ear. All of a sudden, his left hand found its way into her sacred opening. As it did, she let out a loud gasp. He then began to rapidly pump his fingers inside of her. She began to moan, as she could feel the heat burning inside her s****l core.

As Bartholomew’s lips were still next to her ear, she could hear him breathing heavily as well. It was at that moment, that his fingers started pumping deeper, and more rapidly inside of her.

“Yes.” He groaned. “Such a good little swan, such a pretty little swan. Make that hot little p***y, of yours, all wet for me. I want you to make my hard c**k soaking wet, when I ram it inside of you, when I f**k you.”

Then, all of a sudden he rammed his tongue in her ear. Yvette gasped, and moaned over the intense pleasure that was emanating throughout her body.

“Oh my god!” She cried, as she had come to full completion. With that, he quickly turned her around again, as she was once again facing him. With a lustful, wicked smile, he began to seductively lick each of his fingers. With the wicked smirk upon his face, he slowly made his way down to his knees. As he did so, his eyes stayed fixated on hers the whole time.

“I bow to you, and worship you as a goddess, my Swan Queen.” He whispered. Bartholomew then reached up, and began to fondle her breasts.

“Oh my god!” She cried again. “I don’t-I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“Well then, my queen.” He whispered in a lustful tone. “Let us find out.” He stopped fondling her, and slowly took her left leg, and placed it over his right shoulder. Before she even knew what was happening, his lips smashed into her opening, as his tongue made its way inside her forbidden walls. Once again she began to moan. Fire, and electricity, shot throughout her body, as the tip of his tongue found the sacred fruit of her Pandora’s box.

As she continued to moan, she grabbed a few handfuls of his thick black hair, and squeezed as tight as she could. As his tongue continued its assault upon her grateful body, she kept gasping, as her breathing and heart rate continued to increase. All of a sudden, her body could not take anymore, and she screamed in wide eyed ecstasy.

Bartholomew looked up at her, and smiled. “Now it is my turn.” He gently removed her leg from his shoulder, as he soon stood up again. Just as they had been, his eyes were staring into hers the entire time.

“Wait!” She breathlessly cried. But he just kept the same lustful smirk upon his face. He then wrapped his right arm around her back, and he pressed his forehead to hers. As he continuously stared into her eyes and held her tight, he picked up her right leg.

Bartholomew then placed it over his hip, as he rammed his hard c**k inside of her. Once again, she let out a loud gasp. With that, his hips began thrusting forward, as they were soon moving within a rhythmic dance of desire. And just like at rehearsals, they were of one mind, and in perfect sync.

“You make me so hard.” He groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to f**k you. Ever since I saw that footage of you dancing, I knew you were perfect. You are my beautiful Odette, my elegant Swan Queen.”

As they continued to be wrapped up in each other’s raw, unbridled passion, her body felt like it was about to explode. Both of them were breathing heavy. She was moaning her passion, while he was groaning his.

“I’m going to burst!” She cried.

“That’s it, my love!” He cried. “Scream it as loud as you can! May our passions light up the heavens themselves! Scream for me!” Then with one final burst of ecstasy, she eagerly complied, while he soon echoed his own desires.

“You are forever mine!” He exclaimed. With that, the water in the shower all of a sudden turned cold, and Yvette screamed as it surprised her. She turned off the water, and looked around. Yvette soon realized, that she was the only one in the shower. Bartholomew was nowhere to be found. What? That wasn’t real? That was all a dream?

She must have nodded off in the shower. But why did she not fall, and how long was she out of it? Well, obviously long enough for the water to turn cold. Cautiously, she made her way out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around her hair. She then threw on a robe, and made her way out of the bathroom.

“Hello?” She shouted. “Bartholomew?” But sure enough, there was nobody there. She then made her way over to her front door, and noticed that all of the locks were safely secured. There was no way he could have entered her apartment. It had to have been a dream, and yet it felt so real, but that was impossible.

Yvette felt a little bit more than confused. She must have just dosed off, while somehow still standing erect in the shower. It was probably a lucid dream. That was probably why she didn’t fall. The story he told her, and the kiss from earlier, must still have been on her mind.

Oh well, the good news was that it meant she had not been unfaithful to Fredrick. And as grateful as she was for the fact that it had all been a dream, a part of her was a little disappointed. She hated herself for feeling that way.

But in truth, no matter how much Bartholomew seemed to increase her feelings of arousal, Fredrick was the man she truly loved. Yvette couldn’t help but smile, as she thought about Fredrick’s own smiling face. A happy tear soon came to her eye. Feeling tired, she began to yawn.

1AM? It was definitely time for bed. She then made her way into the bedroom, as she sat down on her bed. She once again yawned, while she stretched at the same time. As she got up, to pull back the covers, she noticed that her bedroom window was open.

Hmm. She thought as she went to close the window. I guess I forgot to close it before I left this afternoon.

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Mr. Edwards had called, and told everyone in the cast to be at the theater, by 3PM. There was going to be a big announcement. Yvette wondered how this was going to effect rehearsals. As she arrived at the theater, she noticed that there were news vans everywhere.

When she walked in, she saw a podium in the middle of the lobby. There were multiple cameras, and all forms of press gathered around. The entire ballet company was there, minus Bartholomew.

“What’s going on?” Yvette asked Christine, as she had made her way over to her.

“I’m not quite sure.” She answered. “But apparently Mr. Edwards announcement was so big, that he has gotten the press involved.”

All of a sudden, Mr. Edwards walked towards the podium. He was soon followed by the board members of the arts foundation, as well as Bartholomew. As he arrived at the podium, flash bulbs were going off like crazy, and there were multiple microphones around the podium. You would have thought he was the president, and that the US had just declared war.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, fellow board members, members of the press, and of course the dancers of the Boston Ballet company .” He began. “I am Richard Edwards, Chairman of the Arts, and Theater Foundation. As some of you may already know, this year’s production of Swan Lake is featuring the legendary performance of the great Bartholomew Rothman. Mr. Rothman offered to take over the role of Von Rothbart, of which he is famous for, after the original performer, Alexander Johnson’s untimely death.”

Thank God he didn’t say how Alex died. Thought Yvette. I don’t think that Alex’s parents, could have handled that being over the 6 o’clock news.

“Because of an on-line friendship, that had developed between Mr. Johnson and Mr. Rothman.” He continued. “Mr. Rothman was kind enough to take over the role, for which he has gained much fame over the years. Not only that , but he has generously donated his salary, as well as pledged $1 million, towards the foundation itself.”

A large gasp soon emanated throughout the lobby. A stunned Yvette, couldn’t believe her ears, was he really donating $1 Million?”

“However.” Said Mr. Edwards, with a huge grin upon his face. “His generosity does not stop there. Yesterday, our ballet director, was called away on a family emergency. Unfortunately, she will not be back for the season. That being said, I had gotten a call from Mr. Rothman earlier today. Apparently, it has always been one of his dreams, to direct a production of Swan Lake. As you know, when a great artist like Bartholomew Rothman makes such a request, it would behoove you, to grant his wish. And so without further a dew, I am proud to introduce you to our new ballet director, Mr. Bartholomew Rothman!”

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