Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dimos
This is what I’ve been craving for far too long.
Not a lot about us makes sense right now.
She’s only twenty-five, fifteen years younger than me.
She’s my assistant. The whole cheating thing is hanging over my head, reminding me I’m the type of person she hates.
But none of that matters right now because when we’re together—especially when I am balls deep inside of her—everything feels right in the world.
“Oh my god, D …” she pants as my body crashes into hers from behind.
“Tell me, Carley. Does it feel good?”
“If feels … So. Fucking. Good.”
“Are you afraid? Do you want me to stop fucking you up against the window?” I goad her.
“No, god. No, please don’t stop, D.”
I drill into her harder until we’re both about to come, and that’s when I stop. I don’t want this to end yet.
“No,” she whines when I pull out of her.
“Don’t worry, théa, I’m far from done with you,” I whisper into her ear.
Taking her by the hand, I lead her over to the sofa.
Helping her up onto the back of it, I lay her down across the thick stretch of black leather, just like I did in Greece.
I want to bring some of that night back to us, here and now.
I push through her but don’t move yet. I want to keep her on the brink until I start moving inside of her again.
Then I look down at her, and I utter the same words I did that evening.
“I théa mou einai akoma pio omorfi apo oti boursa pote na fadasto.”
Her pupils dilate as I slowly circle my hips, wiggling myself inside of her.
“Do you remember me saying that to you that night in Greece, théa?”
Nodding her head, it makes me happy that she can recall the events of that night as well as I can.
“My goddess is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. It was true then, and it’s even more true now.
I didn’t think you’d ever look more striking than you did that night, but there isn’t a dress in this world that can hold a candle to the sight of you naked and laid out for me to devour. ”
“Devour me, D,” she pleads in a voice strangled by lust.
I pull back and thrust deep inside of her again, forcing a pleasurable cry from her lips.
Harder and harder, I drill into her. I plan to make love to her tonight, but right now?
This is about reclaiming what I lost, marking her as my own, and reminding her of everything she left behind in the hope she’ll never want to leave me again.
* * *
“How are your drunken noodles?” I ask her.
We’re lounging on a blanket on the floor in front of the main window in my great room—the same window I fucked her up against. After we both came, I took Carley into the shower in my room, and we cleaned one another off.
I called Izaak and had him pick up some things she will need while she’s here.
Toothbrush, toothpaste … more underwear for me to rip from her body.
I also called over to Bloomingdales and requested they send over a couple casual outfits for her to wear. Not while she’s here, of course—I’m thinking of instituting a no-clothing rule—but she will need something to travel home in.
“So good, I’m famished.” She smiles at me, and my entire body warms in the heat of her stare. “How is your pho? I’ve never had that before.”
“Why don’t you come over here and have a taste?”
She doesn’t miss a beat—or my lewd innuendo—and her reaction to my indecent proposal couldn’t be more arousing. My cock jumps to attention beneath my black boxer briefs as she pulls herself up onto all fours and crawls the short distance to where I’m sitting.
She insisted on wearing one of my dress shirts when we got out of the shower, despite my objection.
I have to say, though, the way it came down just to the curve of her ass once she put it on is pure perfection.
She only has a couple of buttons secured in place, and as gravity grips the fabric and pulls it toward the ground, I can see all the way through her cleavage to that sweet spot between her legs.
She hits me with a sultry stare as she stalks toward me like a wild animal on the hunt.
“Léaina…” I pant.
“You know, one of these days I’m going to make you translate all of these wonderful things you’re saying to me.”
“I called you a lioness. The way you’re prowling over here, like you’re ready to pounce.”
“I am ready to pounce, D.”
A hunger flashes in her eyes, but just when I’m about to put my food down and give her what she’s looking for, she speaks again.
“Because I really, really want a taste … of your soup.”
I can feel the features of my face fall at her words as a storm brews beneath my body’s surface. I’ve been teased before by both Emma and Kati. They were vicious in their teasing, though, and used it to both shame and manipulate me.
If I didn’t agree with Emma about something, she would flaunt herself in front of me for days, denying each and every advance I made toward her.
When, and only when, I finally caved in did she allow me to touch her, to fuck her.
The entire time, she would tell me how much of a pervert I was.
That it was shameful how I was unable to restrain myself and my desires, and how easy it was for her to control me with her body.
It was the same with Kati. She would use Emma and the way I was being treated against me.
I would stupidly open up to Kati about it, and she would turn around and tell me she would never control me like that.
I felt weak and less of a man throughout my marriage because I let Emma walk all over me.
Kati made me feel strong again, but she was the one with all the power.
But the way Carley is acting right now, it’s different.
She’s different. When I look into her eyes, I see the same desire I feel for her shining through.
It’s not controlling. It’s not manipulative.
It’s simply a passionate fervor we share for one another.
I can feel a low growl beginning deep in the back of my throat before the sound actually hits my ears.
Let’s play, léaina.
“Carley.” She stops crawling, and the look on her face goes from seductive to nervous.
“You’re making me feel things that leave me fighting for control over my own body.
I’m going to give you a three second head start before I come after you.
I suggest you run, because I won’t be able to stop myself from ravaging you once I start.
And I can’t be held accountable for what kind of shape you’re in when I’m done. ”
She’s frozen in place. Unsure of whether to run or even if she’s able to.
“Or you can stay put and give up easily. Either way, I can’t fight the savage urge soaring through me that wants to hunt you down and eat you alive.”
Her eyes shoot between mine, and I know she’s having a hard time choosing which she wants to happen more.
“Three.”
Her eyes widen as I begin my countdown, and she realizes how serious I really am.
“Two.”
She sits back on her heels, and I think she’s decided to stay put in hopes of dealing with a gentler version of me.
“One.”
Her eyes appear content with her decision until they shift toward the hallway that leads to the rest of my penthouse.
Suddenly, she jumps up from the floor and takes off running.
I reach out for her ankle as she leaps over our dinner.
My fingers flirt with her skin, but I’m unable to grasp onto her.
I give her one more second to get to where she’s going before I stand and stalk through my house, searching for my prize.
I stop and listen to see if I can hear anything, any small noise that will give away her position.
Her footsteps didn’t last long before they quieted, so the first room I decide to check is the primary suite.
It’s the first door on the right headed down the hall toward my front door.
Turning on my bathroom light, I peek my head in quickly but don’t see her.
There’s nowhere to hide here so I don’t waste a lot of time looking.
I turn the light back off and walk farther into my room.
If I go straight, I’ll enter my closet and dressing area, but I decide to make a left and search the bedroom first. I check both sides of my king-sized bed.
Then I look under it, but she’s not there.
I can see straight through to the chaise on the other side of my bed, and she isn’t there, either.
Standing up again, I slowly walk into my dressing area.
There is a rectangular dresser in the middle of the space, and my walk-in closet is to the right.
I peer over the dresser as much as I can before walking into the closet.
When I’m busy checking in between my hanging clothes, I hear her dart out from behind the dresser and flee the room.
She turns right, away from the great room, and makes a sudden left, sprinting through the kitchen.
She chances a look back, which allows me to gain a little speed on her, and she squeals in fright, but she has a grin on her face from ear to ear.
She runs through the dining room, turning left down the main hallway again, but this time she runs past my room and farther down the hall, into the bedroom where I laid her down to sleep last Friday night.
Perfect.
I enter the room moments after her, and I see her standing at the foot of the bed, panting from overexertion.
Or lust.
My body crashes into hers. There’s nothing gentle about the way I lift her and throw her onto the bed, but I warned her my animalistic side was coming out to play.
I quickly remove my boxer briefs and crawl on top of her.
She lets out a small yelp as I straddle her, pinning her arms to her sides with my knees.
In what’s turning out to be my signature move, I rip her shirt open, buttons fly through the air in all directions. My fingers lock onto her pert, pink nipples, and I give them a tug.
“Oh …” she moans beneath me.
Scooting down her body, I set her arms free, and she uses them to push her upper body up off the bed.
“D,” she pants.
But I don’t answer her. I push her back down onto the mattress before pulling her legs apart and reaching my hand in between them to make sure she’s good and wet.
When I feel her arousal coating my fingers, I lift them to my lips and lick her stickiness from them.
Lining my dick up with her entrance, I push myself through hard and fast, forcing a cry from her.
I notice a lone tear cascading from the corner of her eye, and it halts my movements immediately.
I lean over her and wipe the tear away with my thumb.
“Did I hurt you, théa?”
“No. It’s just so much. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
I shoot her a wicked grin before sitting up again. Gripping her legs hard, I rocket into her over and over again.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries, and I feel her muscles contract around my cock.
“Are you coming, Carley?”
She can’t speak, but the way she’s gripping the blanket beneath her, like she’s desperately holding on for dear life, tells me.
I move inside of her until the wave she’s riding has finished crashing down on her.
Pulling out, I flip her over onto her stomach quickly.
Tugging on her hips, I pull her ass up into the air.
Holding back only a little, I smack her perfect, round ass, and she yelps as I watch her tan skin grow pink where my palm landed.
Then I dive back inside of her, pounding away with reckless abandon. There’s no way she won’t be sore after this. I can’t wait to watch her walk through the halls of my penthouse, stark naked and limping from the onslaught of my dick.
Time barely passes before she’s moaning again. This time, as soon as she clenches around me, I pull out of her, allowing her arousal to run down both of our legs. I might need a new mattress when all is said and done here tonight, but it will be money well spent.
Without giving her time to recover after that last orgasm, I’m back inside of her. This time, I don’t stop until I’m ready to come. I don’t want to drag this out like I did earlier. There will be many opportunities for us to take things slow this weekend, but this isn’t going to be one of them.
I thrust into her through one more orgasm, never stopping to let her catch her breath.
When I feel my own orgasm building, it only spurs me on.
Driving into her faster than before, she screams her release into the mattress.
I don’t stop until every ounce of cum has left my balls, and I’m completely and utterly spent.