Chapter 8

ANYA

Dimitri’s hands are on my body, but the craving of his touch I feel in my heart.

Touching him is just like I imagined it to be—his body is sculpted, ribbed, and shaped to perfection. His hair is soft, and my fingers tangle into the strands, their nails scraping his scalp.

He groans, his lips on mine becoming animalistic as he bites and takes.

I am kissing Dimitri Rossi, and he is my favorite sin.~ Forgive me, Father, I am on my knees for Daddy.~

Dimitri opens the door to his room, kicking it shut once we enter. His scent surrounds me, his fingers mark me, and his want covers me. His hunger is ruining me.

He drops me on his bed, and my eyes sweep the room.

It is…plain.

There are no colors—just white walls, sheets, and curtains contrasting with the wood furnishings and floor. The bed set, wardrobe, and desk are made of oak. In one corner sits a treadmill, while books are stacked seemingly randomly along the walls.

I understand why, though, as my gaze catches on the completely filled bookshelf that takes up most of one wall. Among the spines of subdued colors with crisp lettering, there are colorful ones with scripted titles, indicating his reading isn’t limited to scholarly works.

One book with a well-creased blue spine grabs my attention, but before I can confirm it as the most recent fantasy book I finished, Dimitri blocks my view.

He hovers above me, caging my thighs with his knees, and his mouth swoops down to my neck. His breath tickles my chin, overwhelming my senses as he sucks, licks, and pinches my skin.

When he descends to my breasts, his kisses turning into small nips, I can breathe again. “Your bedroom is so normal,” I say with a moan.

His thumb traces a firm nipple through the shirt. I buck on the mattress, moaning shamelessly, and he presses a strong hand to my belly, forcing me back down.

“Is that a complaint?” he asks, a small smirk on his lips.

“I just didn’t imagine it would be normal,” I say.

He arches an eyebrow. “What did you imagine?”

“I thought it would look like this huge man cave with scary sketches stuck on the walls. Just like your tats.”

Dimitri throws me a look. “I’m not a teenager, Anya.”

I raise myself on my elbows, and the sudden need to be bratty overtakes my soul as his masculine presence over me kidnaps my manners. “Oops! My bad.” I smile at him. “My mom didn’t tell me I would someday find myself underneath my much older professor.”

His pupils momentarily blaze with fury before, in a flash and with a squeal, I am face-first on the bed. “Brat,” he whispers into my ear, and the word settles like heavy lust inside my belly.

A hand moves under me, sliding between the silk sheets and my skin. He squeezes one breast and then the other, the pressure of his rough fingers soft and hard all at once.

I moan, stifling the sound on the bedsheets. Fisting the sheets in both hands, I lift my ass, and Dimitri moans when I brush my cheeks against his very thick, very prominent hard-on.

“You love it,” I say in a hushed breath, very aware of how his hand has slid down farther.

A finger traces the waistband of my panties, which are soaking wet. “I do,” he grumbles into my ear before delving his hand beneath the fabric and pinching my clit.

“Dimitri!” I cry sharply as pressure rockets through me.

His other hand massages the globe of my ass. “This ass…” Still on top of me, he pulls my panties partway down, exposing my skin to the humid air in the room electrified with our lust. “Do you know how often I imagined lifting your little skirts in class to spank this perfect ass?”

Despite the heat between us, I shiver. There is something in the way he said ~spank~ that has me both scared and excited for what is to come.

He rubs my clit in circles before his fingers drift and tease my entrance. “Then, when you’d be soaking for me, I imagined sliding my hand under your panties just like I did and cupping you here.” He cups me in full, shooting the pleasure higher.

“Oh, Dimitri…”

“I’d part your pussy like this, then push my fingers inside you.”

He does exactly that. His fingers plunge inside me, first one, then two.

My pussy walls clench around his thick digits as he probes me viciously. My moans echo around the room while he thrusts in rhythm, an expert of his own making. He kisses my neck, grazing my spine, while he works into me, thrust after punishing thrust.

The sound of my panties being torn off rips through the air, and I don’t mind it in the least.

I squirm and writhe beneath him, seeking more of that dangerous pleasure he gives. I am a mess of wanton moans, my wet hair sticking to my face, as he drives his fingers inside me.

“Fuck…more…please,” I beg.

“You want my fingers to fuck you, Anya?” he groans, doing a scissoring motion with his fingers, and it makes me see stars.

“Yes!”

“I have a better idea,” he says.

All of a sudden, his fingers are out of me. A disappointing wave washes over me as I realize how close I was to the precipice of an orgasm.

I mean to speak out against the unfairness after giving him probably the world’s best blow job, but my complaint dies on my lips when he flips me onto my back. Then his head disappears between my legs before I know what is happening.

Arching off the mattress, I shut my eyes as Dimitri’s mouth with that fucking piercing encloses my pussy. “Oh…Dimitri!” My thighs snap against both sides of his face.

He grabs under my knees, pushing my legs up over his shoulders. His mouth dives, his tongue seeking my entrance. “This pussy, it tastes so good.” He hums in approval.

His tongue pushes into my channel along with two of his fingers. His piercing rocks against my walls, grazing me in a way that makes my skin prickle all over.

“Oh god!” I scream. “Yes, just like that.”

Dimitri unlatches his mouth from my pussy, meeting my eyes from between my legs and giving a dirty grin. I am too breathless to notice anything other than the shiny visual of his mouth, wet with my juices.

“These walls were desperate to hear your moans too,” he says, then winks before putting his tongue back to work halfway inside me with an audible sucking noise.

I scream and scream, not caring who hears, as he eats me, licks me, and sucks me, and it is every bit like I thought it would be. The pleasure is so intense that my toes curl behind his back and my heels dig into his shoulder blades. “Oh god! Oh god!”

His tongue pulls out, replaced by his fingers. His thumb plays with my clit, rubbing it, pressing it, and massaging it. White flares dance against my vision at every movement, no matter how tiny.

“So perfect,” he says. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You!” I cry. “It’s yours. Just make me cum now.”

“As you wish, princess.” He draws his mouth down, taking my clit between his lips and sucking so hard that my orgasm crashes into me like a freight train.

My body snaps rigid as my cries of ecstasy bounce over the walls, echoing in my ears. “Oh…oh…Dimitri!” Pushing his face down with both hands, I rub myself against his mouth as I cum.

He keeps sucking me, licking everything I have to give and releasing filthy groans as he does so. Once I have come down from my intense high, he licks me clean.

His head comes back up, his hair standing straight from how tightly I fisted it. He locks his gaze with mine, rubbing his chin with the back of his hand. “My baby girl’s pussy tastes so sweet. Just like I thought it would.”

“Will you fuck me now?” I ask with a pouted mouth.

Dimitri releases a deep chuckle as he rises onto his knees. “Baby, I’m not letting you leave until we fuck the tension out of each other.”

I sit up, landing trembling, post-orgasmic hands on his toned abs. I hold his stare for a moment before my hands drift down to his pants. “What are you waiting for, then?” I ask. “Take these off.”

The dark lust in his eyes grows as he reaches behind my head, twisting a handful of my hair in his hand. He cranes my neck up, whispering against my lips, “Bratty woman.” A smile breaks across his face before he lets me go, and I fall back onto the mattress. “I love it.”

He climbs down the bed, keeping my attention on him while he undoes his jeans. I have already seen and sucked his cock, and yet nothing prepares me for his complete naked glory.

Dimitri is chiseled to perfection, and his cock is rock hard as he walks around to his bedside table.

Unwilling to look away from the delicious sight, I roll onto my side with a sigh to watch him, but a flash of something red and lacy under his pillow catches my attention. I am quick to extend a hand toward the object.

“What’s this?” I pull it out, and my jaw falls open when I recognize my red underwear—the pair I thought I lost. I dangle it in front of my eyes, gaping at the familiar garment.

“That’s…” Dimitri’s strained voice makes me face him. He has a guilt-ridden expression on him as he stands there holding a condom in one hand but making no move to cover his huge cock with it.

“Oh, my my!” I pretend to gasp. “What’s this, Professor? ~You~ were my panty stealer? I was wondering where I lost these.”

“You left it in the laundry,” he says with his cheeks turning furiously red.

“And you didn’t think to return them?” I tease him. “That’s creepy, creepo.”

He gives me a deadpan look. “Says the lady who stole my favorite cologne.”

Now it is my turn to flush crimson. I did that some weeks back because I couldn’t stop thinking about Dimitri’s cologne in class. After finding it in the bathroom cabinet, I took it and put it on my wrist every day.

Dropping the panties on the floor, I say, “Okay, let’s make a deal. We both won’t speak about this again.”

He tears the condom foil, puts it on, and crawls up the bed, pushing me down with one hand. “Deal,” he says. “Now, spread your legs like a good girl and let Daddy’s cock inside you.”

I bite my bottom lip, spreading my legs. “You’re welcome to, Daddy.”

His eyes darken further as they land on my bare pussy all ready for him. He settles between my legs, rubbing his cock with a large hand in a manner of masculine perfection.

My attention flickers to the Jacob’s ladder piercings embedded in the thick skin.

“Hmm…ready?” he asks.

“Those piercings…” I focus on them, each piece of metal sending a chill up my spine as I picture how they would rip the condom and then my pussy if given a chance. “Will they hurt me?”

Dimitri brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “I’ll take care, but if they do, just let me know.”

Averting my gaze, I bite my lip. “I’m a bit scared. Your cock’s like a monster.”

“Hey,” he says, waiting for me to meet his gaze before continuing. “It’s ~your~ monster.” He smiles. “You can pet it, even.”

Whatever apprehensions I had vanish. He has a way of calming me and bringing out my playful side, and I plan to show him how grateful I am for it.

“Oh, really?” I smirk. “That’s a dirty way to put it.”

He chuckles. “Did you expect anything else?”

“Nope.” I grab his shoulders and drag him down on top of me. “Now give me this cock.”