Chapter 10

There just wasn’t enough room on the sofa to do what he wanted to do, so picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom. He looked down at her, ordering her to spread her legs so that he could look at what she was offering him.

Standing at the end of the bed, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and roughly pulled her toward him. He placed her legs over his shoulders and put his hand over her pussy and began to massage it, watching the expression on her face.

“You are dripping wet,” he said, sticking one of his fingers inside her and then another and started stroking, causing her to moan and grind against his hand.

When he knew she was about to cum, he used his free hand and slapped the side of her ass.

“Do not cum yet.”

She let out a squeal when he slapped her ass; it wasn’t a light slap, and it stung. Her legs were then removed from his shoulders, and he flipped her over. She felt his strong hands gripping her hips as he lifted her buttocks into the air and, without warning, thrust inside her.

As he began slowly thrusting inside her, he placed his hand over the front of her neck and, leaning over, whispered in her ear.

“You will not cum until I tell you to. Is that clear?”

When he didn’t get a reply, he gave her another slap on her ass.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I understand,” she answered.

But in her mind, she wasn’t sure if she could wait until permitted, as she was so close to coming now.

She could feel her body wanting to release. When he released her throat and started thrusting harder into her, she bit down on her bottom lip, trying hard not to come. His hands tightly gripped her hips as he kept torturing her with his long, hard thrusts.

Just when she was about to have an orgasm, he stopped and pulled out, causing her to moan in disappointment. Then she was flipped over onto her back, her hands pinned above her head when he climbed on top of her. His hardness was rubbing between her legs as he assaulted her neck, sucking and kissing.

When he released her hands, she placed them over his head, running her fingers through his hair as he moved down to her breasts, taking one into his mouth. She could hear him moaning as he continued to suck on her nipple, and his other hand moved down between her legs and began stroking inside her with two of his fingers.

It was at the point where she could no longer control her body, and she could feel that she was just a second away from coming.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he barked at her gruffly when he knew she was close.

“Dmitry, I can’t hold it any longer. Let me come.”

“Not yet; we will come together.”

His tongue and lips moved between her breasts, down to her belly, and between her legs. He started kissing her inner thigh, sucking and breaking the skin, leaving love bites all up and down her inner thighs.

It was time; he could no longer wait. Placing himself at her entrance, he thrust inside her. Moving slowly up and down at first, then when he sped up, he could feel her walls wrapping around his cock. He could hear her screaming out his name as he kept thrusting—his breathing became erratic, his heart was pounding, his skin was soaked with sweat.

“Now, come now with me,” he said and felt the intense pleasure as their two bodies released at the same time and felt the best orgasm either one had ever experienced.

Rolling off of her, he placed his hand over his heart, waiting for it to slow down.

She lay beside him and turned her head to look at him. She felt her heart racing when she looked at his amazing body. His broad shoulders, his arms, and his legs were so strong. His scent was also intoxicating; he had such a manly scent that drove her wild.

“Dmitry, you were speaking in Russian. What were you saying?”

During parts of their lovemaking, she heard him speaking in his language but couldn’t understand what he was saying. Whatever it was, it got her more excited, and to her, it sounded sexy.

He turned his head to look at her and smiled.

“It was dirty talk that shouldn’t be spoken to a lady.”

When she looked at him curiously, he smiled once again.

“I will not go into details, but let’s just say that I was commenting on what I would do to you and what I thought of certain parts of your body. Why? Did it turn you on?”

It was her turn to smile.

“Yes, I found it sexy.”

“Come, we will shower together.”

“I’m too sore. I don’t think I can move.”

Well, that didn’t work—he got up and, taking her in his arms, carried her into the bathroom.

She felt slightly shy standing before him as the water flowed over their bodies. Her heart raced again, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he started washing her with soap and cloth. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to do the same to him or just stay standing?

The questions she silently asked herself would soon be answered when he handed her the soap and cloth.

“Now it is your turn to wash me and be gentle with my package.”

A grin appeared on his face when he saw the look of shock on her face.

“It’s okay—it’s just like washing yourself, only you do it to another person.”

He continued to watch her as she soaped up his body, and when she got down to his shaft and placed it in her tiny hand, it was like it had a mind of its own when it got big and hard.

“Now look what you’ve done. You’ve roused up the beast again.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she said, letting it go.

As much as he would have liked a BJ, he knew she had never done anything like that, so he was not going to ask that of her. Placing the palms of his hands against her cheeks, he lowered his head and, putting his lips on hers, gave her a passionate kiss.

“Now I will fuck you,” he said, pushing her up against the wall of the shower.

“When I pick you up, I want you to wrap your legs around my waist and put your arms around my neck.”

When she obeyed him and did what she was told, he placed himself inside her. He had no trouble holding her up since she was light as a feather.

By this time, she had sobered up. Even though she was still sore from what he had done to her before, she felt her core throbbing when he entered her and began to moan when he started thrusting faster and going deeper as her back kept hitting against the wall.

With her arms and legs wrapped around him, she felt her body convulsing. Since he hadn’t ordered her to wait, she soon came hard and quick. Then she could feel when he too came, his body crushing hers and his mouth on her neck.

He began sucking and once again breaking the skin. She felt a sense of satisfaction when she heard his grunts and moans of pleasure when he released inside her. When he set her down on her feet, she realized how sore her body was.

After they had dried off, he went into the bedroom to change, leaving her behind to dry her hair. Picking up the hairdryer, she looked in the mirror. Her jaw dropped open when she saw all of the hickeys on her neck.

It went from one end of her neck to the other, like a necklace. Dropping the towel that was wrapped around her body, she gasped when she saw her breasts were also covered in them. Looking further down, there were more on her stomach and her inner thighs; she was totally covered in them.

She was not happy about being marked like this. Putting the towel back on her, she stormed into the bedroom.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” she snapped at him.

He looked at her with a smirk on his face. “What have I done to you?”

“What have you done to me? Just look at my neck—it’s covered in hickeys and so is the rest of my body. Why would you do something like that? Are you not afraid of giving me skin cancer?”

He chuckled. “I was just marking my territory. I want you to know that your body belongs to me and no one else until the day we part.”

“Oh God, when Bepa sees my neck, she will think I am some kind of slut—though she already does.”

He walked over to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and used his thumbs to caress her skin. “They will be gone by the time we get back home, and if it upsets you so much, I will never do it again. Will that make you happy?”

She was surprised that he was not angry about her outburst but rather very nice about it. “Yes, thank you.”

“You must be starving. I will go down to the kitchen and heat one of the meals prepared for us while you get dressed.” He kissed her before leaving the room.

Once she was dressed, she went to the kitchen, where she could smell the lasagna that he had put into the oven. “That really does smell delicious, and it’s making me even more hungry than I am. How long will it be before it’s ready?”

He checked his watch and looked back at her. “Should only be about twenty minutes. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just water, please. I’ve had too much to drink earlier and have a bit of a headache.”

“Again, I apologize for leaving so many marks on you. But I have to admit it’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You were the one who told me to let loose, to fuck you hard, so I did. Also, if you weren’t so damn beautiful, I wouldn’t have lost control.” He sat beside her, running his hand up and down her legs. “Your legs are meant to be wrapped around a man’s waist. The way your inner thighs are shows me that.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that?”

“You have shapely legs; your upper thighs do not touch. They have that sexy space between them that I find appealing.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Removing his hand, he got up and took the lasagna out of the oven. They dished some out on their plates, along with cheesy garlic bread. After they were done eating, she insisted on doing the washing up while he went into the living room to relax.

Later, he took her outside and showed her around. They walked along the water’s edge and watched the sunset. “It’s so beautiful here,” she said, turning to smile at him.

He smiled back at her. “It’s my favorite place to be, away from everything and everyone. Only a few know about this place, and now you. You look tired; let’s go to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll go swimming and make love all day.”

The following two weeks flew by, and her marks were starting to fade, but you could see them, and she didn’t have a scarf to wear over her neck. So, instead, she wore a turtleneck even though it was warm out. A big part of her wanted to stay; he was a different man here.

They talked, watched movies, played board games, and went swimming. As he promised, his men stayed away, giving them complete privacy. While waiting for him to get off his phone, she saw his gun on the table.

Going over, she picked it up. It felt heavy, and a weird feeling came to her while she held it. She almost dropped it when she heard his voice behind her, and she turned around.

He walked over to her, looking at the gun lying in her hand. “How does it feel holding it?”

“Heavy,” she replied.

“What else? Tell me how you feel holding it.”

“I feel powerful; it’s like no one can hurt me when I’m holding it.”

He got behind her and, putting his arms around her, he placed the gun in the right position in her hand and told her to point it at something. He could feel her hand shaking a little, knowing she was nervous.

He then explained how to turn the safety on and off. “You hold it like this, but you have small hands, so it might be better to use both hands and point the gun at your target. In life-and-death situations, you cannot freeze or hesitate; you must concentrate on where you want to shoot the person because you may only get one chance to save your life.”

She shook her head and handed the gun back to him. “I hate guns, and unlike you, I could never kill anyone.”

“Believe me, sweetheart, if you are ever in a situation where it’s your life or theirs, you will pull the trigger. Now, it’s time for us to leave.”