11. Gabriella
11
Gabriella
May
I grab my highlighter and mark the passage as something crucial to remember. With final exams next week, it’s crunch time. My head has been in my books from sunup to sundown for days now, and the constant studying has left my eyes aching, my muscles sore, and my brain throbbing with pain.
My timer goes off, reminding me it’s time to take a break. Without it, I’d spend all evening hunched over the books, forgetting to human. So I place my highlighter in the open book to serve as a bookmark, close it, and then push it away. I toss the pen from my mouth beside the book and stand up from the couch, raising my arms high over my head, stretching toward the ceiling. A moan of content slips from my mouth that transforms into a sigh of relief as my tense muscles release and my upper back pops and cracks.
I walk into my kitchen, grab a mug, and start brewing a cup of hot cocoa. I don’t care if it’s eighty degrees outside and late in the day. There is always time for a cup of cocoa. And my night is not done. I still have the quiz at the end of this chapter to complete before I can even think about calling it a night.
The machine beeps, letting me know my drink is ready. I grab it and the bag of mini marshmallows before walking back to the living room. I’m so consumed by my thoughts of the cardiovascular system that I don’t see him at first.
“Hello, angel.”
I jump in surprise and cannot keep the mug from spilling. The liquid pours out and down my hand. It’s not hot enough to burn me, but it’s still annoying and creates a mess. “Jesus, Dimitri. Stop doing that.”
He pushes off the wall he’d been leaning on by the front door and approaches. He takes the mug and bag of marshmallows from my hands, setting them down on a nearby table before he grabs my hand, wet with hot cocoa. Hooking my eyes with his, he raises my hand to his mouth, and I let him, frozen by his icy blues. A different kind of warmth explodes between my legs when he runs his tongue the length of where the chocolate drink met my skin. All the while keeping his eyes on me, and I shiver as my breath escapes me with a shaky exhale.
“Tastes sweet,” he comments afterward.Instead of dropping my hand like I expect, he pulls me forward and I crash into his chest.A second later, his mouth descends on mine, and his tongue dives in to sweep my mouth. "But you taste better."
“What are you doing here, Dimitri?” I ask afterward, my body buzzing from his kiss.
“I came to see you,” he answers me so simply, like it was obvious or something, and I should have known better.
“And I told you I’m busy studying. I have finals next week.”
“I know.” A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
His face is always so stoic and still that it’s rare to see him break that facade. But when he does, it feels like a gift to me. Like I’m getting to see behind the curtain of the tough Russian captain he portrays to the world.
“So, then it’s time for you to go,” I say in finality and move to shift out of his arms.I'd actually love for him to stay, but he'll only be a distraction. Albeit, an extremely hot one, but a distraction none the less.
He refuses and wraps his arms around me like an iron band. “I’m not ready to leave.”
I raise a brow. “Well, you can’t stay.”
“I think I will.”
“No.”
“No?” he repeats back, raising his brow as well.
“No.”
Dimitri steps into me and for every step forward, I’m forced to take a step back until finally my back collides with the bottom stair and I lose my balance. Only his hold on me prevents me from falling backward. I release a tiny squeak of fear and grip his biceps hard.
His eyes sparkle with mirth. “Uh oh, angel. What now? What if I wasn’t here?”
“Then I wouldn’t be in this predicament to begin with,” I sass back.
In one quick motion, Dimitri pulls one arm from my back, grips the banister and uses it as leverage to lower us both to the stairs, where the wood bites into my back uncomfortably.
“Should I fuck the attitude out of you here?” he challenges and pushes his hips into mine so that I can feel the solid wood pressing into me on both sides. “Or would you rather the couch where it is much more comfortable?”
Tempting. It really is. But…“Dimitri, I’m glad you’re here.”
“But?” He reads my mind.
“But I really need to finish studying.”
“How much more do you have?”
“A quiz on anatomy.”
Just as quickly as he pushed me back against the stairs, Dimitri lifts me and captures my lips in another kiss that sends lightning shooting down my body, all the way to my toes before settling as a fire in between my legs.
“I’ll quiz you,” he says matter-of-factly before he lets me go, grabs my drink and bag of marshmallows and walks to the couch.
I reach out to steady my spinning body and mind. That’s how Dimitri makes me feel. Drunk and dizzy and just giddy enough to be borderline crazy.
After a moment, I join him on the couch and toss a handful of marshmallows in before taking a deep sip of my sweet drink. I watch Dimitri open my book to the spot I marked with a highlighter.
“The anatomy of the human body ,” Dimitri recites. “Sounds…interesting.”
“Oh yes, very thrilling stuff right there,” I say, copying his condescending tone. “The quiz is on page 708.”
Dimitri flips to the quiz and looks over the list of questions. “I have an idea.” He looks at me, that playful sparkle appearing back in his blue depths. “For every question you get right is a kiss and for every question you get wrong is one spank.”
Little does he know that both options sound like rewards, but I won’t tell him or I risk him choosing something worse for punishment. Like no sex.
"I knew you'd be a distraction."
"A helpful one. Now, ten questions," he starts. “Question one.”
He asks the question, an easy one and I answer right away.
“Correct.” He leans forward, wraps my chin between his fingers before he kisses me thoroughly enough to leave me dazed. “Question two.”
I get another three questions right, earning a mind-blowing kiss each time before I finally get one wrong.
“C.”
“Incorrect.”
“What?” I sit up at attention. “That’s not possible.”
“The answer is A.”
I lean back and go back over the question-and-answer options. Shit. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.” Dimitri looks at me with mock offense. “Now, what happens when you get one wrong?”
“I get one spanking,” I answer, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
Dimitri’s eyes snag on my mouth and his eyes grow darker, like the color of the deep ocean blue. He sets the book aside, spreads his legs, and pats his knee. “Come here, angel.”
I slide forward and crawl over his knees. When he touches me, his hand burns hot through my thin pajama pants. He caresses both cheeks, as if considering which one will earn his hand, his touch burning hot through my thin pajama pants. Even though I prepare myself, the strike still takes me by surprise and I'm forced to stifle my cry by biting my lower lip. He chuckles under his breath, proud of himself, when I sit back on the couch and have to adjust my position to keep my weight off the cheek he struck.
It’s only after I get another wrong a few questions later that I realize how I’ve played exactly into his hands and plan. For every kiss I win, he effectively fogs my mind to the point where I slip up and get an answer wrong, which then earns me a spanking.
By the end of the quiz, I got three wrong and the rest right. At first, I didn’t think he was being affected until he pulls me into his lap on the last question and presses me down to feel how very affected he’s become.
“Three out of ten, angel,” Dimitri comments, pulling his face away from mine. “That’s a C average. You can do better.”
“Well, then it’s a good thing I won’t have a walking God sitting there, quizzing me during my exam,” I point out in a playful voice.
Something dark and sinful flashes across his eyes, and I know I’ve stroked the fire that always lingers beneath the surface. “No God here, angel. You’re playing with the Devil, remember?”
I lean forward and quickly peck his lips once. “Does he want to play?”
“Always,” Dimitri growls before snatching my mouth to explore every inch with his tongue thoroughly.
There’s an ache between my legs that forces me to grind against him, causing us both to groan at the pleasurable sensation. “Take me to the Playground , Dimitri.”
I’ve been asking him this very thing several times now and every time he says, “No.”
Frustration clouds my pleasure, and I sit back, leveling Dimitri with a look of annoyance. I’m so tired of hearing no.
“Why not?”
“Someone will recognize you there and this is supposed to be a secret, remember?”
Sadness replaces the frustration, and I drop my eyes to his chest. A question that has lingered on the edge of my mind resurfaces. I’ve wanted to ask it a dozen times but stop each time, afraid to hear the answer. Sometimes it feels like all we do is fuck in secret and while I understand the reason behind it, I can’t help but feel like there’s something more growing between us and I need to know. “Are you ashamed of me? Ashamed to take me?”
Dimitri grabs my chin and forces my face up. “No. Not in a million years. But the last thing we both need is questions. Right?”
He’s right. I know he is. “It’s just that the Playground interests me and you said you would show me that world.”
“I did and I will.”
“When?” I hate that I sound like a child continuing to beg for something after being told no time and time again.But he said he would.
“How about another deal?” When I nod, he continues, “If you pass all of your final exams with A’s, I will take you on a masquerade night where everyone has to wear a mask.”
I smile. “Deal.” Now more determined than ever to study hard…but…“You can’t quiz me anymore, though.”
“Why not?”
I press forward, enjoying the way his nostrils flare when the heat of my pussy presses against him. “You’re far too distracting.”
Dimitri studies me with a sly smirk. “You find your teacher too distracting? Should I be concerned about your professors at the University?”
I snort. “Of course not. Although there is this one teacher—”
Dimitri has me on my back in a heartbeat, settling his solid, warm body against every inch of me. “Who is this teacher? Tell me his name.”
I kiss his nose, finding his fake jealousy cute and then smile. “He’s this Russian guy. Tall, handsome, with the most gorgeous brown eyes—”
Dimitri was smiling, enjoying how I described who he thought was him, until the brown eye part. At that, he leans down and bites at my breast thorough my shirt. I giggle and squirm beneath him.
“Okay, fine, fine. Green eyes.”
Dimitri bites my other breast, a little harder this time.
“Blue! He has blue eyes.”
Dimitri looks up. “Much better. His name?”
I reach out to trace his face, my fingers moving into his hair, enjoying the soft and thick texture. “Dimitri Volkov.”
It may be a trick of the light, or maybe my eyes are just too tired, but at the sound of his name, something like sadness washes over his face. It’s gone a second later and before I can ask, he presses his lips to mine, and I forget what worried me.
“Can you stay?” I whisper against his mouth.
“For a little while.”
It’s hard to stop my disappointment from showing on my face and seizing my body.
“Gabriella.” It’s rare to hear him say my name and when I look at him, the emotion I saw a second ago is back and lingers. I bring my hand up to his cheek and he twists his head to kiss my palm. It hurts me to see such sadness on his handsome face. It hurts me to see such a strong man suffer from it. “One day, I promise I’ll stay.”
I can feel the weight of his promise fall on my chest and wrap around my heart. “Okay.”
When Dimitri kisses me this time, it’s slow and gentle, like he’s trying to engrave his promise into every inch of me, ensuring that there’s never any doubt of his words or intention.
His hands reach down and slip under my shirt. I sit up just enough for him to pull the clothing from my body, exposing my naked chest. Over the last month, I learned Dimitri is a breast man. He can’t get enough of them. Often, he’ll rest his head on my chest afterward, using his fingers to circle my nipples and draw incoherent designs on my breasts.
Dimitri kisses both of my breasts before he moves further down my body with small kisses. When he reaches my pajama pants, he pulls them down, throwing them somewhere in the living room, pleased when he sees that I’m also bare there too. He did say this is how he likes me, and I listen. Sometimes. In reality, it so happens I go commando at home and since I never expected him to be here tonight, this is all just good luck and timing for him.
“Good girls should be rewarded,” Dimitri praises me moments before he runs his tongue up the length of me.
Arching into the feel of his warm mouth on the most sensitive part of my body, my hands bury into his thick hair, holding him captive against me. He hums his approval against my clit before his tongue darts out and it suddenly feels like he’s making out with me down there. It doesn’t take long before my body seizes and then spasms around his face. He laps up every bit of my orgasm before he rises to his elbows and gives my lips a chaste kiss. I can taste myself on his mouth and it’s like an aphrodisiac.
“Good boys should be rewarded, too,” I tell him before I push back against his shoulders. He sits back willingly and spreads his legs as I fall to my knees in front of him. I undo his belt, unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down, all while keeping my eyes on him with a sultry smile that he returns with a burning fire in his blue gaze.
Pulling him free, I run my palm up his Jacob’s ladder, something I never experienced before him and something I’ve grown to enjoy immensely. I lick him from base to tip, rolling his piercings with my tongue, before taking him deep into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his head, he hisses out a curse. His satisfaction drives me and I take him deep this time. His hands come up to fist in my hair as he grunts out my name and then flexes his hips. I enjoy feeling the metal of his piercings roll over my tongue. I enjoy when his cock hits the back of my throat and enjoy how the sound of me gagging excites him more. His breathing picks up and I fully intend to let him shoot down my throat, but then he shifts his hands to pull me from his cock and is behind me only seconds later. He drives himself into me; the force pushing me forward into the couch hard enough that the furniture hits the wall behind it.I start to laugh, but it turns into a small cry when he grabs my hair in his fist and yanks my head back.
“God, this view. It's perfect. Look how you take me, angel. This pussy is perfect. Perfect for me. Made for me.”He skirts one hand down my back, goosebumps erupting along the path before he pushes against my puckered hole with his thumb. “And this ass. It’s mine too. Do you understand? Have you ever been fucked in the ass, angel?”
This angle makes it difficult to respond, but I still groan out my answer. “No.”
Dimitri makes a feral sound at my admission and picks up his pace to something that leaves me feeling like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff. His hand reaches around to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves, and his touch sends me over the cliff. I clamp down around him and he curses at the sudden tight channel before following me a few thrusts later.
Dimitri collapses against my back, being careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows, caging me in. He is still inside me, throbbing from the aftermath of his orgasm. It feels so full and right that I never want him to leave. A dangerous thought that makes my breath catch. He promised he would stay one day, but will that day ever actually come? Can it? Or are we lost in a dream doomed to twist into a nightmare?