Chapter 4
Francesca
Once Stefan let me up off the closet floor, I headed into the bathroom to clean up a bit. Stefan followed me. “Let me do it,” he said, and took a few of the white washcloths off the towel rack and tossed them in the sink. Then he turned on the hot water.
After they were all wet, he picked one up and wrung it out. Then he proceeded to wipe himself off my chest. “You don't seem the least bit remorseful,” I teased him.
That smirk came back, and he looked me in the eye. “You'll be waiting a long time for an apology for this.” He grabbed another washcloth and wrung it out. Then he wiped my breasts down thoroughly.
Maybe a bit too thoroughly.
“You made quite a mess. But I think you've cleaned it up now.” I took the washcloth from him and dropped it on the counter.
“Why are you ruining my fun?” He swiped the last washcloth and wrung out the water.
“Spread your legs for me, Francesca,” he ordered.
I did what he asked and opened my legs for him.
Then he started wiping between my legs. I was still very sensitive from that last orgasm.
With all the care and attention he was taking, it seemed like he knew that.
“That was—” I bit my lip and then smiled, “fun.”
Stefan laughed and continued what he was doing. “Yes, it certainly was.” His eyes fell on mine. “You're amazing. The way you just—” his eyes bounced around my face, “light up like a fucking firecracker.” He shook his head. “It's intoxicating.”
His words—and the way he looked at me—made my heart explode. “You're a good teacher,” I said in a quiet voice.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Like, his words were stuck.
Finally, he threw the washcloth on the floor and pulled me into him.
His hands cupped my face, and he stared into my eyes.
“I need you to understand something.” He swallowed and went on.
“What we have?” His eyebrows rose slightly.
“I've never had anything like this. Ever.
I know you likely feel inexperienced—because you are.
But you need to realize that doesn't mean you aren't the best sex I've ever had.”
I shut my eyes and let my head fall forward onto his chest. “Don't say that, Stefan. I know it's not true.” I mean—how the heck could it be?
Stefan had a billion years more experience than me. Plus, I could only imagine the gorgeous women he'd chained up in his dungeon.
He pulled my head back up. “I'm telling the truth.” He softly touched his lips to mine.
“That can't be possible.”
In a surprising move, he turned me to face the mirror.
He stood directly behind me. “Look at yourself. Look at how beautiful you are.” His hands touched my hips and then made their way up to my breasts.
“Never have I seen such beauty, Francesca. The moment I saw you,” his voice trailed off, “I knew you'd be mine.” He kissed my shoulder, and I gave him room.
“Open for me. I need you again,” he panted against my skin.
I was confused for a moment—until I heard the sound of his zipper.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
I opened my legs and just knew I was dripping wet for him again.
“Wider, Chesca.” His foot brushed mine, and I opened further for him. And then—
He was right there.
At my entrance.
And then—
He pushed in.
“Oh,” I said, letting my eyelids flutter closed.
“No, Francesca. Open your eyes,” Stefan said as he pushed inside me. “I want you to see exactly what I do. I have to make you understand.”
“Stefan,” I said, and he pulled out and then slowly shoved himself right back in.
“Can you see? Can you see how beautiful you are? Look.” One of his hands let go of my breast and slid up my neck to my jaw. He held my face there.
I stared at him in the mirror, his body moving behind mine.
“No, Francesca. Don't look at me. Look at yourself.”
I moved my eyes from his to mine. My flushed cheeks. Swollen, pink lips. My breasts bouncing and swaying with each of Stefan's thrusts.
“Do you see it?” he asked from behind me. He sped up and drove inside of me now with more abandon.
I set my hands on the counter to brace myself.
“You don't see it,” he breathed out. “I can't believe you don't see it.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. The only thing I was thinking about at the moment was what he was doing to me. And when his hand moved between my legs and began that torturous, wonderful circling that he loved to do—I felt myself coming almost instantly.
“Stefan,” I said in a breathy whimper as I closed my eyes. I'd never had sex like this before. He was so deep.
So all-consuming.
I faltered for a moment because I didn't know what to do. But I didn't have to wait long to find out. Stefan was right there to show me. “I've got you, Chesca.” His arms wrapped around me while he kept fucking me from behind. “Open your eyes and come for me.”
For a fleeting moment, I thought about obeying him. Soon, I realized there was no way I could do that. Actually, I did the exact opposite and squeezed my eyes shut tighter—just like every other muscle in my body clenched.
And I came so gloriously. Stefan's hands slid to my breasts and he pinched my nipples, heightening my ecstasy.
And then it was Stefan's turn to give in. “Look at me while I come inside you,” he said in such a demanding voice—I listened.
And pried my eyes open. His gaze immediately grabbed me. And I watched as his face changed and he succumbed to his release.
Stefan was the most handsome man I'd ever seen.
By far.
But when he orgasmed?
Gosh.
He was magnificent.
I could feel him coming inside of me.
Feel him draining himself into me.
We were silent for a long moment afterward—as we came down from our lovemaking.
I broke the silence. “Looks like you're going to need more washcloths.”
Stefan laughed and pulled out of me.
I felt his release begin to drip down my thigh. “Actually, I think this is going to require a shower.” He kissed my neck. “Only if I get to soap you up.”
And then we showered.
And Stefan's soaping might have led to more lovemaking.
And by the end of it—I had to redo my hair and my makeup.
But I did it with a smile on my face.