Chapter Seventeen #2
And that’s when his own release comes next. He grabs me tightly and presses his face into my neck as he trembles himself. I hold onto him for dear life.
He groans and falls onto the bed, taking me with him. I remain on his lap, his softening cock still inside of me. Nothing else matters.
We both catch our breath like that before he gently rolls me onto the bed and slips out of me. I wince.
“Still sore?” he asks.
“You were still a little rough.”
“I always will be. And I think you like that about me.”
I do and it’s both something I’m proud of and my greatest shame.
“Let me clean you up,” he says before kissing down my body. When he puts his mouth between my legs, I both hiss and moan from the pain and pleasure of it. I’m sore all over again from Dimitri but my body still needs this. Needs him.
He runs his tongue along my folds and clit, warming my body up all over again. On instinct, my legs close around his head, holding him close. He grips my thighs tightly.
My hips roll up and down, trying to get more friction. “Dimitri,” I moan. “Please.”
“You are desperate for this, aren’t you, baby?” he asks before running his tongue along my entrance.
“Yes. I need this. I need you.”
He lifts his head up just enough for me to look him in the eye and that one look alone claims me. “You have me.” Then he presses his tongue to my nub and gives me the pleasure I’m desperate for.
Over and over and over. His tongue works its magic on me. I can’t stop my hips from bucking up. I have no shame as my eyes roll back and my head whips back and forth. The neediness Dimitri pulls from my body is insatiable.
He lets out a dark moan as he pleasures me with his mouth. His tongue flicks over my nub. I’m shameless as my hips grind down to his face.
The way his strong hands move up and down from my thighs to my waist turns me on even more. That’s the power Dimitri has in him. The power he has over me.
His tongue licks along my entrance, lapping up his own semen that’s still dripping from my body, combined with my own wetness. It’s dirty and taboo and all kinds of wrong but it’s all kinds of right at the same time.
I can’t take it anymore. My breath comes out in fast pants and my hips are wild as they rock up and down. It’s too much, too much, too…
That’s when my next orgasm hits me and I let out the loudest moan I’ve ever made before my body comes crashing onto the bed.
Dimitri smirks as he kisses each of my inner thighs before kissing up my body. His lips find mine and his kiss leaves me breathless, even as my face burns, knowing I’m tasting myself on his lips.
“You are mine,” he whispers darkly against my lips before laying down beside me. We both catch our breath.
My body is light and airy. But a dark thought creeps into my mind when I look over at the bookshelf against the wall – the one that leads to Katya’s hidden room.
“Dimitri, what if Katya decided to leave her room when we were in the middle of…”
“Of?”
“Of having sex?”
“Katya never leaves her room.”
“But you said she can’t hear us. Soundproofing. So…”
He sighs and stares up at the ceiling as if looking at me is too much for him.
“Katya has never left her room willingly until that day your mom came over. She won’t now.
Besides, I know she would announce herself.
She knows this is the master bedroom. And if she ever wanted to leave her room and stay somewhere else, she could have her pick of any of the other bedrooms in this house. ”
“What if she wanted to live somewhere else?”
“Away from me, you mean? Not going to happen. Katya needs my protection. My enemies would hurt her. I made that secret room on the other side of this one because I wanted her close. She needed it. She needed to know I was nearby. I respect her privacy by always knocking before I enter her room. She would do the same courtesy.”
I relax into the bed knowing this. It helps but Katya’s situation still unsettles me. I know she’s in there of her own accord but still…
“Now, I don’t want to talk about my sister when my wife is lying naked beside me after I just fucked her and ate her pussy.”
I blush. “Dimitri.”
He pulls me into his arms, cupping my face. “What’s wrong? It’s the truth. No need to be embarrassed. I thought all the shame your father instilled in you about sex was gone by now.”
“It mostly is. But I think some of it will always be there.”
“This is why you need me, Sofiya. I can bring out the pleasure in you that you don’t allow yourself to feel.”
“And the pain?” I whisper. “Locking me in that cage for days?”
“You did try to kill me.”
“After I found out you manipulated me.”
His eyes darken but he doesn’t pull away.
“I know what I did. And I know it hurt you. And I don’t want to do anything like that again to you.
Seeing how comatose you were after being in the cage for days made me realize I still want you to be you.
So, I want you to stand at my side, as my wife.
My utterly devoted wife. Can you do that for me? ”
“Yes. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be your equal.” But we both know I’ll never fully be his equal and I’m fine with that now. I just want Dimitri to be more loving and I believe him to be capable of it.
“I do have another party coming up. Invited a few guests over. You won’t have to be naked for it or sit in my lap. You can stand at my side. That’s what I want. Can you make me proud and do that?”
“Yes.” I could cry all over again from how happy his words make me but in this moment, I just want to be with him and not cry for once.
So I snuggle into his arms and tell myself that everything will be all right.
Dimitri invites his guests over the following night. I’m standing in our walk-in closet, deciding what to wear for the night, when Dimitri walks in, wearing a white button down and navy slacks. He looks irresistibly handsome.
He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I’m in nothing but my bra and panties and I can tell he likes what he sees. A shiver runs down my body before a flare of arousal hits me.
“You look delectable,” he murmurs. “I have a mind of bringing you down to the basement to fuck you like an animal.”
My core throbs from his words. “Aren’t your guests arriving in an hour?”
“They are. Which gives us plenty of time.” He rips my panties down my legs in one quick motion before I can even react.
I gasp when he grabs my backside with both of his hands.
“You are mine still, Sofiya. I may want you to stand at my side tonight but that doesn’t mean I don’t get to have you whenever I want. ”
“What about whenever I want? What if I’m not in the mood?”
“You see, baby, you’re always in the mood for me and we both know it.” He pushes me forward so I have no choice but to brace my hands on the shoe counter. I hear his buckle come undone and then his zipper.
We both have a sharp intake of breath as he lines his cock up to my entrance. Just his presence and power turn me on. I’m already dripping wet.
I close my eyes right before he thrusts into me. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth.
Dimitri wraps his hand around my throat – not tightly but just enough to let me know that he’s in charge – as he takes me from behind. Every thrust of his hips against mine makes a loud slapping sound. I blush from it but that doesn’t stop me from moaning even louder.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust.
My hands tighten on the counter as if that could steady me from Dimitri’s grasp but nothing can. Nothing can save me from this man. He has me hooked around his finger and there’s no stopping it.
“Take my cock like the good girl you are.”
My legs are shaking from how hard he’s taking me.
“Dimitri,” I whimper. “I can’t. I can’t stay up.”
He pulls his length out of me and spins me around before lifting me up around his waist. I wrap my legs around him and he presses my back against one of the closed shelves right before he enters me again.
We both moan.
In this new position, he’s taking all of my weight so I can just enjoy the pleasure.
Every thrust of his hips into mine makes my back hit the cabinet. It doesn’t hurt; it only makes me feel more alive.
“I want you to have my cum inside of you as you greet my guests for tonight,” he murmurs into my neck. “Fuck, Sofiya.” He runs his lips down to my bra strap where he shoves it down my arm, pushing the bra cup down with it, exposing my nipple. His tongue laps it up as he continues to fuck me.
“Dimitri.” I grip the back of his head, holding him there. Needing him everywhere. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this man. I’m done being scared of it. It’s just what it is.
He lifts his head back up to bring his lips to mine. Our kiss is rough and passionate and it’s just what I need to come.
I moan against his lips as my pleasure washes over me. Dimitri continues to thrust into me like a caveman, claiming me as his woman. All I can do is gasp in time to his thrusts.
He plunges his length into me once more before he comes next. The groan that escapes him makes me happy, knowing that I have some power over him too. That I can make him this desperate and needy.
He sinks to the floor, bringing me down with him. His cock is still inside of me, soft now from his release.
“You drive me wild,” he admits. “No woman ever has before.”
“Have you been with a lot of women?”
“My fair share. But they’re not the ones who I can’t get off my mind. Only you matter to me, Sofiya. It’s why I’ve done the things I’ve done. It’s why I’ve been desperate to make you perfect for me.”
I kiss him with all the emotion I have left inside of me: all my pain and desire and fear but also my pleasure and my happiness. I want him to have it all.
When we pull back from the kiss, Dimitri helps me off him and stands up, grabbing my panties off the floor. He slips my panties back up my legs, settling the fabric against my vulva.
“There,” he says. “I want to know that my semen is still inside of you. I don’t want it going anywhere.”
“What if someone can smell it?” I blush at the thought.
“Then let them smell it. Let them know I claimed my wife right before the party. Here.” He grabs a short, satin pink gown that ends around my mid-thighs. “Put this one on. You’ll look radiant in it.”
I do as he says because I want to make him proud. Once the dress is on, Dimitri looks me over with his dark blue eyes that somehow turn black whenever he gazes at me.
“I could fuck you all over again in that dress. But it will have to wait until later. I want you standing at my side tonight for our guests.”
Our guests. Not his. Our.
I grab his hand. “I want nothing more.”