Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
STEFANO
“ I have a surprise for you,” I say, revelling in the way her face lights up with excitement. It’s as though her presence expels the tension that hung so heavy only moments before. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how right it feels having her here. This house has felt so incomplete for so long, but now it feels like I can finally finish it.
Taking her hand in mine, I lead her towards the stairs to the basement. And smirk when she lets out a little whine of complaint. “Exercise is not a fun surprise.”
I gently smack the curve of her ass and whisper in her ear. “Don’t be a brat. I promise this is a surprise you’re going to like.”
I had my men bring over more of her things while she was at work today, but this, I went and retrieved myself. When I open the door to the gym, she scans the room. I watch her like a hawk waiting for the moment she spots it. She looks baffled and doing a terrible job of faking interest when she notices I’ve added her weights and cardio machines along the back wall.
There’s an awkward nod and a half-hearted smile. “That’s great, thank you.”
I let out a chuckle before hooking a finger under her chin and moving her face to look at the opposite wall. Her entire demeanour shifts, and she starts bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“You installed a pole?” she says, clapping her hands and running over to inspect it.
“Well, I installed your pole. And your mirrors. I hope you don’t mind. I can have them moved back if you want.” Suddenly, I’m nervous that I’ve overstepped. Why didn’t I install a new one? Is there such a thing as pole preference? I just figured she’d want the one she already picked.
“No, it’s fine. I mean, it’s perfect.” She trails a delicate finger down the metallic surface, throwing me a seductive smile. When she bites down on her plump bottom lip, she dips her chin before locking gazes with me from under her long lashes. “Although I think I should take it for a test drive, check your people installed it properly.”
“If you think I let another man touch this pole you underestimate how reasonable I can be when it comes to you.”
She lets out a little giggle as she starts a slow and sensual stroll around the pole. I’ve been fascinated by this woman for such a long time and while I thought I knew so much about her, it turns out there’s this whole side of her I’ve never seen. One that’s playful with her sexuality in ways I never expected. I fell in love with a strong woman and discovered a secret siren.
Katerina pauses and leans against the metal, her back flush with the gleaming column, and raises an arm before arching her back and sinking down, exposing the delicate slope of her neck to me. It’s not an overtly sexual move bearing in mind she’s still fully clothed, but the way she presents her body has my cock straining against my zipper. She’s simultaneously dominant—presenting her body as an untouchable prize—but also gloriously submissive in her movements.
Dropping low, she sinks into a crouch and uses the stability of the poses to release the pole and slip her finger under her shirt. As she lifts it, she rises out of the position, tossing the shirt to the ground, and turns to face the pole.
She pops the button of her jeans before hooking her thumbs into the belt loops and drags the trousers down. Rocking on the balls of her feet, hypnotising me with the sway of her hips as she bends herself over. I’m too busy studying the curve of her ass to see her step out of her jeans, but there’s a soft scrape of fabric as she kicks them to the side.
Her body is a sight to behold. Impossibly long lines with a beautiful landscape of curves, perfect whether they’re wrapped around this pole or my hips. As she takes a firm hold, high above her head, she swings herself up, legs gripping the metal firmly enough to allow her to let go, arcing her torso back until she’s bared to me.
She’s been at work all day so it’s not like she’s putting on a show, where every movement is choreographed, and she’s outfitted in barely there lingerie. She’s wearing a sports bra and a pair of Lycra shorts, hair thrown into a high ponytail. Yet she’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen her. Completely at ease with her body and dancing for me as though I’m not here. Her confidence rolls off her in waves and with every undulation and spin, I find myself falling deeper and deeper for her.
As she continues, it feels like the world melts away and I begin to feel restless standing, so I ease a little nearer and drop to the floor, careful not to interrupt her focus by getting too close. I’m in awe of every switch in position. She casts the most exquisite shapes with each pose, displaying her body proudly.
The only sound that fills the room is her subtle exertions as she moves while I’m stunned into silent appreciation. The strength she displays is intoxicating. I’ve always thought of her as one of the toughest women I know, but I underestimated her. Her power and physicality are magnificent.
She takes her final spin and swings her legs down, landing on her knees at the base of the pole. I crook a finger at her, and I smirk when she shakes her head, deliberately ignoring my request.
“You’ve been such a good girl; don’t you want your reward?” I say, my voice raspy, giving away exactly how much she’s affected me. All she gives me in response is a defiantly raised brow and a ‘fuck you’ grin.
I crook my index finger one more time. “Crawl to me, baby girl.”
I don’t miss the shiver that chases itself along her spine or the way she draws her knees together and squeezes her thighs in response. The florescent lights overhead reflect off the dewy sheen of sweat that covers her bare skin. With the slightest of movements, she shakes her head.
“Crawl or be punished.” I swear she lets out the quietest little moan of satisfaction and that’s all it takes for me to snap. I can tell from her shocked expression she isn’t expecting me to move as quickly as I do. Her eyes light up, her smile broadening as she jumps to her feet and starts to run towards the door. She’s not quick enough though.
I catch up to her within a few strides, snaking my arm around her waist and hauling her back towards me. My smile broadens when she gives out a shriek of surprise. She’s kicking her feet, wriggling in my hold, and the more she squirms, the more she giggles. It’s too tempting, I can’t resist tickling her a little too.
“No fair, that’s cheating,” she cries out between bursts of laughter.
“All’s fair in love and war, micetta .”
“War. When did we declare war? I think I missed that part.”
“You didn’t do as you were told, Katerina,” I chastise her playfully.
I sit on the weights bench and wrestle her over my knee, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down.
“What the hell are you doing?” Katerina yelps.
I stroke one hand over the curve of her cheek while my other lies heavy across her back, pinning her across my legs. “Oh, I think you can guess. You can tap out at any time. Just say red.”
Lifting my palm high, I pause, in case I’ve read her playfulness incorrectly, but she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she tenses her stomach muscles against my thighs, bracing herself for the first contact. When I land the first smack, I can’t tell what turns me on more, the sharp sound reverberating off the walls, the gasp she lets out or the reddening mark that blooms nearly instantly. From the way she wriggles under my arm, rubbing against my hard cock, I don’t think she knows either.
“You like that, don’t you?” She moans out a garbled response that has me peppering a consistent rhythm on her backside, never hitting the same place twice. I’ve never done this before, but as I pause, giving Katerina a moment to steady herself, I rub the rose-coloured blushes. Her skin is hot under my palm, and I stroke each mark gently, savouring the sensation as they warm my hand. When I increase the pressure, Katerina lets out an adorable little hum, like she’s being lulled into a trance-like state.
My hand wanders lower, slipping between the apex of her thighs. Now it’s my turn to let out a groan. She’s soaked, her folds slick and her pussy begging for something to fill it. It’s my pleasure to oblige, so I curve my hand to cup her sex, dragging my two middle fingers over her swollen clit and back to tease her entrance. Without warning I thrust them into her, and stretching her eager little cunt around them.
I turn my hand over, which, while a little awkward for me, gives me the perfect angle to gently curl my fingers against her G-spot. Her body relaxes against me, her desperate cries settling into a melody of ecstatic whimpers. I move my arm from her back and trace it up her spine and around to cup her cheek, turning her face to mine.
“Eyes on me. I want to watch you fall apart for me.” She whimpers in response, and I increase the pace of my thrusts, rotating back so I add another finger. Her walls spasm around them, betraying how close she is to coming for me, and I nearly come in my pants when her eyes roll back in her head and she cries out my name.
I don’t give her time to recover. Dragging her shorts off, I then lift her off me and head towards the wall of mirrors. Holding her back to my front, I face us towards our reflection. She’s stunning. Eyes hooded, lips parted and panting, breasts heaving, contained in their tight tank bra. I lift her arms and place them against the cold surface, bending her forwards and nudging her legs apart.
I run my hands over her body, loving the moans each squeeze and pinch elicits from her. When I pull away to unbutton my shirt, she makes a move to stand up, but I lay my hand on the back of her neck and encourage her back down.
“Be a good girl and stay where I put you,” I whisper in her ear.
“Whatever you say, Daddy,” she sighs out dreamily. My heart races while my cock stiffens, liking that moniker a little too much. I wrestle my shirt off and unbutton my pants, shucking them down my thighs along with my underwear .
My cock springs forward, falling against the swell of her ass. Placing a firm hand on her hip, I pull her back, moaning when she arches her spine and presses her wet pussy against the length of my dick.
I stroke my cock from root to tip before dragging the swollen head over her clit, loving the strangled cry she lets out in response.
“Holy fuck. That feels so good.” I’ve never heard her voice so raspy, and from now on I’m going to make it my mission to make sure she always sounds this debauched.
I ease back, notching myself at her entrance and running my free hand up her spine. I stop at her neck, gripping her throat with the lightest pressure. I angle my wrist so I can force her gaze to meet mine in the mirror. As I sink into her, we let out harmonising moans, but I stop the moment her eyes flutter shut.
“Eyes open, baby girl. I want you to see the look on my face when I fuck you full,” I grind out, before rolling my hips and thrusting every inch into her tight cunt.
I note every gasp—every flutter of her lashes—as I pound into her, hypnotised by the euphoria etched on her face. I could spend days losing myself in her body, but the way she clenches around me has me barrelling into an orgasm I can’t stave off.
Releasing her hip, I pull one of her wrists from the mirror and drag it down, placing her fingers on her clit. “Be a good girl and make yourself come on my cock. Use your tight little cunt to steal my cum.”
She wastes absolutely no time, and I lean forward a little, watching in the mirror as she toys with her clit. What I’m not expecting is for her to slide her fingers down and spread them around the base of my dick, squeezing around my hard-on as I fuck her.
Her orgasm rips through her and I have to steady her, taking care that she doesn’t collide with the mirror as she presses her face against the cool surface.
“I love the way you take me. Whether I fuck you hard or take you slow, you make me come so hard, mia dea perfetta .” I tighten my grip on her hip, pulling her back into each brutal thrust and crying out when her vice-like grip pulls rope after rope of cum from me.
Her body goes limp as I fall forwards, bracing my hands on the glass either side of her, careful not to crush her. When my softening cock slips out of her, I kiss the side of her neck, whispering a string of promises. “ Ti amerò per sempre .”
When I turn her to face me, it’s obvious she’s exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open, but as I sweep her into my arms, she whispers back. “I’ll hold you to that, vecchietto .”
“Be sure that you do, because I’m never letting you go.”
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