Chapter 13 #2
Dimitri grabs my skirt and I have to lift my hips up to let him pull it off me. He keeps my underwear in place as he spreads my legs and looks down at me. My breathing, which was calm a moment ago, is now coming out in pants.
“Sometimes, things are sexier when they’re hidden,” he comments, running his finger along the waistband of my panties. “Knowing what’s under here and yet not being able to see it. It will drive a person wild, won’t it?”
“Yes.” My hands grip the edge of the desk tightly until my knuckles turn white. The power that Dimitri exudes is too much. The heat in my body is growing to an inferno. I think I might die from it if it’s not snuffed out soon.
He places his face between my legs and inhales deeply. “You smell like desire.”
“Dimitri,” I whine.
“I know you need this. I need this too.” The slight vulnerability in his statement makes me go still. Dimitri has the ability to be sweet at times. The fact that he chooses not to be is what hurts.
But it’s also what makes me desperate for him.
He places his hands on my waist, encompassing it with his large hands. He’s so much bigger than me that it makes me lightheaded.
“What I wouldn’t give to consume all of you,” he murmurs, running his lips along my bare stomach.
My shirt is placed right under my breasts, giving him a lot of skin to access.
His gentle kiss along my stomach makes me breathe out.
It’s too much and not enough. I just want him to take me.
Finally. Fully. I need to give myself over to him.
“Dimitri,” I sigh. It’s all I can seem to say.
He flashes me a smile that makes me blush. “You are sexy, you know that?”
“Thank you.”
“And polite when you want to be.” He gives me a tender kiss on the lips that makes me want to cry. I grab his shirt and pull him in closer. Our kiss deepens into something hungry. Something dangerous.
We’ve been teasing around each other for weeks now but I know we can both feel it. How we want to fully give in to each other.
It’s time.
“Take me,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m ready. Please.”
His eyes darken and his hands tighten on my waist. I can tell he needs this just as badly as I do. “You want me? All of me?”
“Yes. I do.”
“You want me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?”
My inner walls throb at the idea of him being inside of me. I’m sure it will hurt slightly. Dimitri loves showing me pain with pleasure. But I’m still excited for it. I still need it.
“Yes,” I say. “I need you.”
“You’re no longer afraid? Or are you still scared?”
“I’m a little afraid. But I know I’m ready.
It’s inevitable. Us. I’m tired of fighting it.
I want to give you my body, Dimitri.” I know doing this will only cement me to Dimitri more but right now, I don’t care.
It’s what I want. He is my husband after all and I promised I would make the most out of this.
My body is on fire for his touch. I think I might die if I don’t get it soon.
“Then you can have my body, baby. And I’ll have yours.” He pushes on my stomach until I lay my body down on his desk. “I’m not going to fuck you for the first time here. But I do want to play with you for a little bit longer.”
In one smooth motion, he rips my panties down. I can smell my arousal in the air. Dimitri places each of my legs on either side of his shoulders before settling his face right over my folds. He inhales deeply.
“Fuck, I love how you smell.” Then he presses his lips to my bud. I moan, unashamed of what we’re doing in the middle of his office. My father filled me with shame when it came to sex but Dimitri has liberated me from it. Now, all I want is to get lost in the pleasure of it all.
Dimitri runs his tongue and lips over my folds.
Working my body faster and harder and rougher.
I roll my hips up to meet his face. His nose presses against my pubic mound.
That’s how deep he’s in. My face is on fire from what he’s doing to me but I can’t stop myself.
I can’t stop the pleasure. I need it like a woman dying of thirst in the desert. I need it so bad it hurts.
I grab the back of his head and bring him down harder, needing the friction of his touch. God, how I need it.
The only sounds in the room are my soft moans and Dimitri’s low growls as he eats me out. It’s wild and sexy and taboo. And I love every second of it.
Just as my body is getting closer to an orgasm, Dimitri pulls back but before I can complain, he slides a finger inside of me and I come hard. My body trembles and shakes. His finger doesn’t even hurt inside my inner walls. Not like last time. My body is getting ready for him.
But then Dimitri slips a second finger inside of me and I can’t deny the slight bit of pain as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“Ow,” I whine softly.
“My cock is much bigger than my fingers, baby. You need to be ready.” He thrusts his two fingers in and out of me. It’s almost vulgar but I can’t help but love it. My hips still find themselves rolling around to match his rhythm.
“I want you to be able to come just from my cock or fingers inside of you,” he says in his dark voice that only turns me on more.
“You know how to come when I play with your cute little clit. And you can come from your breasts being played with. So, come for me with only my fingers inside of you, fucking your sweet cunt.”
His words drive me wild. His entire presence makes me more alive than anything else has. The mixture of darkness with the pleasure he is giving to me is enough to turn me on even more.
My inner walls clench down on his fingers. It both hurts and feels so good at the same time.
“Dimitri,” I moan, dropping my head back and thrusting my hips to his hand. He then slides a third finger inside of me. It hurts but in such a good way. He is relentless with his fingers, showing me no mercy. I can’t take it much longer. I’m going to die from this pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Take my fingers inside of you. Soon, it’s going to be my cock. Take it all. And come for me.”
I become a wild woman. My hips buck up to his hand with abandon and not a care in the world for how I look. The only thing that matters is how it feels.
When I lift my head back up to look into his eyes, and I see the desire in them, it’s enough to send me over the edge.
My moan is loud in the room as my orgasm runs through my body. My inner walls clench down hard on his fingers. Dimitri doesn’t remove his eyes from me once.
I slump onto his desk, feeling utterly spent, as he pulls his fingers out of me.
“That was just a taste,” he says. “You’re coming with me.” He picks me up bridal style and takes us to our bedroom. Dimitri makes quick work of my shirt and bra, leaving me naked on the bed.
I lay there and watch him unzip his pants. I’ve seen him fully naked before in the shower so I don’t understand why he doesn’t get naked now.
“I want to see you,” I whine.
“Not for this,” he says. By not getting fully naked, it’s almost like he’s keeping himself slightly distant from me. Like if he gets naked, he’ll end up giving too much to me and he’s not ready for that.
Dimitri does look sexy in his button down shirt and slacks but it doesn’t compare to his naked body.
He releases his erection from his pants and grabs my hips and brings them to the edge of the bed before he lines his length up to my entrance. My body is shaking slightly. This is it. The moment Dimitri fully claims me as his own. I’ve never needed anything more.
And that’s when he thrusts his hips forward and enters me.
It’s rough and painful despite having his fingers inside me moments ago. Dimitri wasn’t wrong: his cock is much bigger than his fingers.
He leans over my body and begins to thrust his hips forcefully. He’s taking me with a roughness that is frightening. This isn’t lovemaking. It’s pure fucking. I blush at the thought. It’s a miracle I still can after everything we’ve been through.
Dimitri grabs my thighs and raises them around his hips, angling my body so he can thrust deeper into me. Our chests are pressed together but it makes me sad that I’m not skin to skin with him. Despite that, the brush of his shirt against my breasts his making me lightheaded.
Our moans and grunts fill up the room. The sound of our hips slapping together makes me blush harder. It’s so vulgar and yet sexy. Dimitri is claiming me without mercy and he expects me to take it and we both know I will because I want to make him proud.
All I can do is place my hands on his arms to steady myself. Dimitri is in control now and he’s claiming my body how he wants.
He thrusts harder and deeper into me. The pain radiating through my core is too much, especially mixed with the pleasure there. It makes me want more. Need more.
“Dimitri,” I gasp, gripping his arms tighter.
His length is relentless inside of me. Thrusting in and out. Hard and rough. Each thrust of his hips is his way of claiming me. Reminding me of who I belong to.
“You are going to scream my name when you come,” he says darkly against my lips. “You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust.
I cry out from the pain and pleasure of it. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. You can take it. Take me, baby. I know you can. You need this as much as I do.” He grips my thighs tighter. My body can’t move as he claims he. Dimitri is making sure I’m taken how he wants me to be taken.
“Your sweet pussy feels so good around my cock as I knew it would.”
“It hurts,” I whine.
“I know it does. And that’s what makes it feel good.”
His words send a spike through my body. A flicker of another orgasm rising. I didn’t think it would be possible but it is. That’s the power Dimitri has over me.
Dimitri stands up so he can look down at me as he fucks me the way he wants. Each thrust is painful and yet so good.
“Come for me, Sofiya. Now.”
With his next rough thrust into me, I can’t stop myself. I come.
My inner walls clench down hard onto his length. Dimitri’s jaw is clenched so tightly, I can see the veins in his neck from it. He’s as desperate for this as I am.
His pace becomes frantic as he claims me without any mercy. In and out of me. Each plunge of his erection goes deeper and deeper into me.
“Dimitri,” I whine and that spurs him on.
With a groan, he shudders his release into me. Watching Dimitri come is a beautiful thing. It shows me that he’s still only human after all.
Still keeping his eyes on me, he slips his length out of me and I can see a tiny bit of blood on his cock. That’s how hard he took me.
It’s a blood binding. I am well and truly Dimitri’s.