10. Dimitri
10
Dimitri
H er Mercedes SUV turns the corner and the headlights illuminate the street before it pulls into the driveway next to where I’m parked. She can’t see me. The tint on my windows is too dark. I watch as her garage door opens and she parks inside, catching a fleeting glimpse of her heeled ankle exiting her car before the door shuts.?
One by one, the lights turn on as she moves within her house. I glance at the phone in my hand with the screen open to the text message thread. It won’t be long now. When the three dots appear, I hold my breath, waiting anxiously to see her answer. I’ve ignored her for the last month. When she came to my club to see me, I sent her away on purpose. Her response was throwing the phone I gave her in the ocean. But my favorite tantrum I enjoyed the most was when she sent the first replacement phone back in little broken pieces.
I wasn’t intentionally being cruel. The last month has been…difficult. Playing both sides of the field is like walking a constant tightrope. If I favor one side too much, I risk falling. And if I try to correct my position too quickly, I risk losing my balance completely. The only thing keeping me sane, keeping me determined to stay balanced, has been the knowledge that I would get to see Gabriella soon.
Seeing her at the wedding was like a breath of fresh air. She stood there in a form-fitting dress that accented her curves, her luscious hair cascading in soft waves down her back, wearing heels I instantly imagined wrapped around my back... She was sin walking. Temptation in human form. Time stood still. In that moment, all my troubles vanished from my mind. All the lies, the betrayals, and double life…just being in her presence erased them all.
Given how she behaved over the last month, I expected her to be a little angry and annoyed by my silence. But the way she lashed out, the way she called me a liar when I asked about the message I sent last night, the way she told me to go fuck myself…it all took me by surprise. Just as surprising was the wave of anxiety that hit me afterwards, the sudden fear that I may have pushed her too hard, too far, despite my unintentional actions.
The only thing I could focus on was her accusing me of not sending a message. Is it considered a lie, telling her I would never lie to her? I mean, technically, I haven’t. Is withholding information the same as a lie? It’s such a gray area to be in, but that’s where I live. The gray area between right and wrong, between truth and lies.
Angel: Yes.
A smile stretches across my face. If only she knew exactly what she’s said yes to. But she’s about to. I don’t respond, knowing how much it will torment her. But she’ll only be disappointed for a short while.
The minutes tick by until an hour passes. When the lights finally go out in the house, I wait another thirty minutes before I make my move.
I grab my duffel bag and climb out of the car. It fits in among the other vehicles on the road. No one will give it a second look or thought. Before I approach her house, I log in to her security app and silently disarm the front door, reminding myself to have her change the password from…password. Really?
I slip inside and close the door softly behind me. I have the layout of her home memorized, and I know exactly where I’m going. The master suite is on the back side of the house, with a beach front view. As I walk through her living room, I admire the decor with its European coastal countryside theme. I look forward to seeing it in the daylight and learning her reasons behind each piece, asking her why she picked them, what drove her. It’s an old FBI tactic I learned, and it’s a favorite of mine. I enjoy discovering the little things about a person. What their favorite song is, their dreams, their fears, the things they love that make their eyes light up like stars…those things will tell you more about a person than what you just see.
Her master suite is clearly a haven for her. A spacious room with a large canopy bed set in the center of the room. A dresser and a small table with a sitting chair beside it. The atmosphere is comfortable here and smells just like her. A sweet floral scent with an underlying smell of peaches.
I move like a silent predator approaching their prey as I make my way to her bedside. She rests in the middle, nestled among her many pillows and blankets. Her eyes are closed, and she breathes even and deep. Tonight will be a test to see how hard and heavy she sleeps.
Placing my bag down, my eyes snag on the phone I gave her and her personal one next to it on the nightstand. Good. That’s what I want to see. I open the bag and pull out three pieces of long silk ribbons. The fabric is strong and, when tied correctly, even stronger.
I walk to the end of her bed and slowly drag the blanket up, leaving only her feet exposed, my eyes fixed on her face the entire time, watching for any sign she might wake up. When she doesn’t stir, I get to work. Grabbing a foot, I wrap the silk around the ankle and then secure her to the bedpost, repeating the same process with the other. Once her feet are secure, I move on to her arms. If she’s going to wake up at any point, it would be now. It’s only when I tighten the last knot, securing her wrists to the headboard, that she makes a sound and shakes her head.
I stand back and wait, counting the seconds until she opens her beautiful honey eyes to the dark.
“What?” She hasn’t seen me yet and instead looks up at her wrists when she tries to move her arms and finds she can’t. “What the fuck?”
“Language.”
Her head snaps toward me, her eyes wide with fear. “Dimitri?”
“Hello, angel.”
Anger replaces the fear in her eyes. “What the fuck?” she repeats as she pulls on her wrists frantically. “Why are my hands tied?” She tries to kick out, her eyes shooting down to her feet. “Are my feet tied too? What the hell is going on?”
“Punishment.”
Gabriella freezes. “What?”
“You said yes.”
“I said–is that what I said yes to?” she demands, lashing out, pulling hard against her binds."Are you joking?"
“Careful now or you’ll bruise,” I advise her.
“I don’t care if I bruise, Dimitri. I want to know how you got into my house and why I’m tied to my bed.”
I snort softly. “Did you really think a security system with the word password for the password would stop me?”
The only light comes from the full moon outside and in its soft glow, she flushes hard. “The obvious answer seemed like the best answer. Who would think I’d use it?”
“You’ll be changing it to something I recommend.”
“Oh, will I?” she challenges like a saucy little brat.
“Yes,” I say in a firm tone that leaves no room for argument.
She hears it and instead asks, “Why am I tied up then?”
“Like I said, punishment.”
“For what?”
“For not having patience and trust in me.”
“Trust is earned, Dimitri.”
“I’ve given you no reason not to trust me.”
“Breaking into my home and tying me up doesn’t scream trust,” she says. “Nor does ignoring me for a month.” Her voice drops and her eyes shift away. “That hurt, Dimitri. I thought we…after that night…I thought…”
“I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, angel.” I sit down beside her and reach out to stroke her cheek, savoring how she leans into my touch. She’s uncertain and scared. That much is clear. “But I won’t make excuses, either. I told you I would never lie to you. So ask what it is you fear hearing.”
“Were you with another girl?” Her question is barely audible.
“No,” I answer her right away before my hand shifts down to grasp her chin, forcing her to look directly at me. “All I wanted was to be here with you. To continue what we started at the Playground . But don’t forget, I practically run the Bratva. There will be times I am too busy to see you, but just know that you are on my mind, and it won’t be long before I come to you.”
She smiles sweetly, that blush returning to her cheeks as she looks up at me. “Does that include breaking in and tying me up to my bedposts?”
I lean down until our noses just barely touch. “When you misbehave, yes.”
“I should misbehave more often then,” she whispers, her breath skirting across my lips.
“Perhaps you should.”
“Are you going to kiss me or not, Dimitri?”
I smirk, my lips moving a hair closer. “Take your pleasure, angel.” I feel her smile a second before she pushes up and presses her lips to mine.
For a first kiss, it feels like coming home. An electrifying sensation surges through me, overpowering my senses and shattering my self-control. My hands cup her face as I dive in, my tongue pushing past her lips to consume every inch inside. She tastes exactly as I imagined. Sweet, like candy, and as addicting as drugs. Her lips are soft and plump as they move against mine, her tongue rushing forward to tangle with mine. She pulls against her restraints, desperate to touch me, and growls against my mouth when she can’t.
“Please, Dimitri. Untie me.”
It’s sweet to hear her beg.
“Not yet.”
Gabriella pulls her face away from mine and shoots me a heated glare. But it’s hard to take her seriously with her lips so swollen and her hair mussy from my hands.
“Are you serious? Do you need me to say sorry? Because I am. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”
Cute. But a lie. She’s just saying the words I want to hear, but I know she doesn’t mean them. That’s okay, though. She’ll learn…with time.
I reach up, grab the piece that will untie the knot, and tug. The moment her hands are free, they’re in my hair, pulling my face to hers. She devours my face, her lips sliding over mine, filling my mouth with her tongue. She pulls back and nibbles on my bottom lip before kissing me once again.
There’s nothing quite like a woman who knows what she wants.
I pull away and run kisses over her jaw and down her neck, leaving tiny marks as I go. Easy enough to cover, but I want her to see them in the morning and know who left them and who she belongs to.
I reach the swell of her breast and use my teeth to tug at her tank top. “This is in the way.” Before she can say anything, I sit up and tear the flimsy material in half, exposing her chest to the air.
“Hey!” she complains. “That was a favorite tank top of mine.”
Ignoring her, I lean back to take in the beautiful sight before me. Gorgeous, firm, and ample breasts large enough to hold in my hands with dusty rose colored nipples. They deserve to be worshiped. And worship them I will. I cover one breast with my hand and roll her nipple between my fingers while my mouth descends on the other.
Gabriella moans and arches her back, pushing her chest further into my mouth and hand. “Oh my…God, Dimitri.”
I raise my head high enough to tell her, “No God here, angel. You’re with the devil now.”
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses.
“Language,” I warn before I nip at her breast.
She gasps before laughing between breaths. “Fuck. Shit. Damn. Bitch. Ass.”
I lean forward on my elbows until I’m directly in front of her face. With a coy smile on her lips and a playful twinkle in her eyes, it’s clear that she knows exactly what she’s doing. The little minx. “Ass is not a curse word. It’s a word to describe a donkey.”
She snorts, the harsh sound endearing. “Then neither is bitch. It is the correct term for a female dog, after all. Are you going to punish me now?”
A punishment isn’t a punishment if she enjoys it. “Not tonight, but soon. Now, about these shorts.”
Just like her tank top, her shorts tear easily in my hands. Before she can complain about those as well, I order, “From now on, you will be naked when in bed. I want you like this, ready for me always.”
She breathes out, “Yes.”
A light dusting of dark brown hair covers her pussy. It’s soft and thin to the touch like she waxes on the regular. I bury my face there, inhaling deeply her natural, womanly scent.
“Do you want me, angel?” I ask, nudging her inner thighs with my nose, enjoying how she squirms against the ribbons, like she’s trying hard to get my mouth where she wants it.
“Yes.”
I press a kiss to her pussy, teasing us both before standing beside the bed. I run my eyes down her naked body, enjoying the shiver that sends goosebumps popping up along her skin. Reaching up, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it up and over my head.
“Holy…your body should be illegal.” She admires with another squirm. I bet if I touch her right now, she’ll be soaked.
I smirk at her compliment. Before going undercover, I had a few tattoos. Now they cover most of my body. But if she thinks muscles and tattoos are illegal, wait until she sees this.
Grabbing my sweats, I tug them down, bending over as I do. When I stand back at full height, Gabriella gasps in genuine surprise, her eyes locked on my cock and the Jacobs ladder piercing it.
“Fuck…me,” she whispers.
There’s no fear in her eyes, only excitement and wonder. She likes what she sees. Good—because the feeling is mutual. I stroke my cock, the movements slow and precise, enjoying immensely how her eyes follow my hand.
Climbing back on the bed, I kiss her deep and thoroughly until she’s left breathless before moving down her body. When I reach the apex between her thighs, I’m greeted by a beautiful sight. Her pink pussy glistens in the moonlight, and I need a taste. I need to know if she tastes as good as her kiss.
Gabriella gasps, bowing when I run my tongue up her slit before circling her clit once, twice, and then closing my lips around the bundle of nerves to kiss it. I slip my arms under her thighs, grasping the top with my hands while I devour her pussy. My tongue dives into her channel. I need her nice and wet to be ready for me.
Gabriella buries her hands in my hair and tugs gently. “I’m close, Dimitri.”
I place one last chaste kiss to her pussy before positioning myself over her. “The only place you’ll be coming tonight is on my cock, angel.”
“Then hurry up,” she snaps back with a playful smile.
I reach down and notch the head of myself at her entrance. “This may hurt.” Capturing her lips, I push inside in one quick thrust. She cries out and I swallow the sound.
Leaning back, I leave her lips swollen and red, a sight almost as beautiful as the sight of her pussy swallowing my cock. The feeling of being buried in her is a blinding relief. My hips thrust between her thighs, setting a steady rhythm that takes me balls deep every time.
“You take me so well, angel. Like the good girl I know you are. So fucking good.”
I press my mouth to hers, enjoying every small gasp, every cry as I pump harder and faster. My Jacob’s ladder brushes against her deep inside with every thrust. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging in until I know she’s going to leave marks. That’s fine. My angel has claws, and I’ll wear the proof with fucking pride.
I slow down, placing one hand on her hip to hold her to the bed as I roll my hips forward, my pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each roll.
She whimpers, her body shaking beneath me as her walls tighten around my cock. My balls contract. Heat gathers in my abdomen. I thrust faster, angling myself in a way that makes her pussy clamp down while she screams aloud. With one last thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and fill her greedy, tight pussy with cum, groaning as she pulses around me from her orgasm.
I rest on my elbows afterward, still buried inside her, our foreheads touching and our breaths mingling while we come down from the high. When Gabriella cups my face gently in her hands and kisses me softly, I know I’m truly and very well fucked now.