I wanted to please him. “Would you like me to suck it again?” I asked in a voice I hoped was seductive. I wanted to be the woman Marissa wasn’t.
“Not now,” he said. “I promised if you told me the story, I would pleasure you.” He pulled the covers back and lowered his head to my breast. Ever-so-gently, he tongued my nipple as though trying to repair any damage the clamps had caused.
I relaxed into the soft touch. He adjusted himself over me and gave my other nipple the same wet tongue massage. My eyes fell closed.
Heavenly. I breathed out a long, high-pitched “Hmmmmm…”
He paused, so I opened my eyes and met his gaze. His dark eyes smoldered as he straddled me and leaned down, sliding his tongue over my breast bone, down my stomach. He paused at my belly button and swirled round and round it.
I bucked my hips, signaling my need for attention further south. He smiled slyly, obviously proud of himself for making me want it so badly.
Lifting one of my legs onto his right shoulder, the other onto his left, he placed his hands under my ass and raised my pussy toward him.
He blew on the bare, sensitive skin of my pussy lips. The sensation rippled over the entire surface of my body.
I bucked my hips, offering myself up to him.
His thumbs brushed over my lips, and pulled them apart. He was centimeters from my wide open crotch. I’d never felt more exposed. I tried to be patient, but I was desperate for more.
He moved in even closer. I felt his warm breath on my clit. His lips opened as if he were going in for the kill.
I took in a quick breath and held it…and held it…
Finally, I expelled it and looked down at him. His dark gaze met mine. “Beg me,” he said.
“Please,” I panted.
“Please what?”
“Please…” My mind was a jumble. What did I want? “Please… anything!” I cried.
In a flash, he took my clit between his lips and sucked. Then he ran his tongue up and down the length of my slit.
“Oh, yes… oh, yes…” I moaned.
The backs of my thighs quivered against his shoulders as he pressed his tongue firmly on my clit and maneuvered it round and round.
I was so close. My body tensed.
He sucked me hard and I jerked all over, orgasming into his warm, wet mouth.
I fell into a relaxed stupor. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t open my eyelids.
As I gradually became aware again, I realized that, at some point, I’d tangled my fingers into his hair and they were still there. I removed them and he lifted his head from my pelvis. He nipped the inside of my thigh with his teeth.
The sensation jarred me into full awareness.
“I hope you feel you made a good bargain,” Dimitri said as he looked up at me
mischievously. “Are you satisfied?”
“No,” I replied.
His eyebrows shot up and his lips parted slightly in surprise. “No? I thought you came pretty thoroughly.”
“I did. But you asked if I was satisfied.”
“Hard to please, are you?” I liked his playful tone of voice. “What else can I do to satisfy you?”
“I want…” What was the right way to word it in this circumstance? I’d nearly asked him to make love to me, but that wasn’t appropriate between a paid whore and her master for the weekend. “I want you to… take me.”
“Take you where?” He asked innocently. “To the opera, perhaps?”
I rolled my head around on the pillow in frustration. Perhaps he wanted me to beg again.
“Please…I need you inside me,” I said.
I watched his expression change. His eyes gazed tenderly at me. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. A cloud descended over his features and his eyes left mine.
I knew his thoughts had grown dark. Damn Marissa!
It occurred to me that the phrase “inside me” still sounded too personal. “Dimitri,” I said, as I squeezed one of his large biceps to get his attention.
His eyes met mine again.
“I want you to fuck me.” I watched as his breathing quickened and a sultry look returned to his eyes. “Please…please, fuck me.” I spread my legs wide to give him ample room to move over me. But instead of covering my body with his as I expected, he grasped my ankles and lifted my legs in the air.
Scooting forward, he spread his knees wide on the bed until his cock was on level with my pussy. I was surprised at how limber he was for such a big guy.
The tip of his cock entered me. It was still a tight squeeze even though he’d been there before. He retreated and pressed in further the second time. I loved the way his cock forced my pussy to stretch around its hardness.
His thrusts began and the pleasure was so intense, it was as if he were plunging into my chest. As he increased his speed, I understood the benefits of this position. He was hitting a most fabulous place inside me that no man had ever found before—not that there’d been many to try.
With each plunge of his cock, an electrical shock hit me deep inside and shot all the way to my fingers and toes.
I cried out a staccato syllable each time he plunged into me.
He held my ankles to his chest and my heels dug into his pecs. Their position made the act seem more personal somehow… at least that’s how it felt to me.
After several more thrusts, he pulled my legs apart, as wide as they would go, then pushed them together, while continuing his fast-paced fuck. He did this again and again and the cool air on my clit followed by the slight friction of my pussy lips closing over it, took me to the brink of ultimate pleasure.
Suddenly his teeth raked over my little toe and the unexpected sensation sent me into hot spasms.
Dimitri groaned loudly, released my ankles and covered my body with his. He pumped into me hard and fast until his body began to shudder. He seized the sides of my face with his palms and his lips came down on mine, his tongue forcing itself between my lips as his cock pounded me.
He groaned into my mouth, and I knew I didn’t ever want to leave him.
*****
With Dimitri’s full weight collapsed on top of me, I was sure I would suffocate within minutes, yet I couldn’t bear to ask him to move. This felt more like intimacy than anything I’d ever experienced with a man and I didn’t want to lose it.
Finally, he pulled himself up on his elbows and adjusted until he was lying next to me.
My body chilled instantly, and I shivered. He reached down and tugged on the covers that had been pushed to the end of the bed. When he pulled them over me, I felt cared for in a way I hadn’t since my family was alive.
Silly girl. I was obviously more desperate for affection than I’d known.
But he lay there on his side—his palm between his cheek and the pillow, like a little boy—
and gazed at me. I wished I could read his thoughts.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he said gently. He reached toward me and smoothed a stray lock of hair from my face. My heart squeezed and I took in a jerky breath. It wasn’t fair for him to make me fall in love with him before he sent me back to my lonely life in another country.
But I couldn’t resist him. I smiled at him. “Another one?”
“I won’t ask for your real name today, but you tell me some real things about yourself.”
“Okay. Like what?”
“Like, do you have a crazy sibling like I do? What’s your family like?”
Maybe it was the after effects of the sex. Maybe it was because this was the first man to ask as if he really cared, but tears pushed through and puddled in the corners of my eyes.
“I don’t have anyone,” I blurted out. I’d never put it that bluntly before. “I have no siblings.
My grandparents and parents are all dead now. My dad died a long time ago. My mom died last year, but she was sick for a year before that.” I wasn’t sure why I’d suddenly felt the need to share my pain after keeping it bottled up all
this time.
Dimitri used his big thumb to wipe away the tears that trickled from each of my eyes. “My parents died when I was still a teenager,” he said sadly. “Oren finished raising me as best he could.” He smiled. “But, I’m not sure he was the best candidate for surrogate father.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I guess not.”
“And how did you end up in this…profession?”
I didn’t want to tell him I’d been lonely and sleepless enough to answer Eric’s booty call and ended up selling myself for money. But I didn’t want to lie to him either.
“This isn’t my profession. I got fired from my job a few months ago and I’m about to lose my house. I know someone from a rich family who talked me into this. I was sort of drunk and desperate and the money could hold me over for quite a while.”
“So I’m your first… customer?”
“My only ‘customer.’ This is a one-time thing to save my house and buy me time to find a job.”
He seemed pleased with my answer.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” he said.
“If we’re in Athens, why do you speak English better than an American?”
“I was born in the U.S. My parents owned property in several countries, but I spent most of my time in New York and here.”
“And why doesn’t this apartment seem like the home of someone with enough money to pay two hundred thousand for—?”
“Oren paid two-hundred thousand?” He shook his head. “He must have been worried about me…anyway, this was my grandparents’ apartment. It sits over the first business they ever owned before my grandfather and father made their money. The other places are more opulent, but this feels more like home.”
“It’s nice…homey…” I said. I thought about what we’d done on the balcony. “You didn’t mind having sex out in public over a place your family has owned for so long?” I imagined people who’d known his parents watching us from their own apartments. Creepy.
“I guess it’s time for a confession,” he replied. He got up and walked over to the drapes.
When he opened them, all I could see was another brick wall a few feet from his balcony. “This used to have a nice view until they built the eyesore next to us.”
“But what about the voices?”
“Our first family business was a bar. It still is. We replay popular soccer matches on the weekends in the off-season. The neighborhood men come in to drink and watch…”
“So they were cheering at a soccer game re-run?”
“Yes, no one could see you from down there.” As he walked back toward the bed, I threw a pillow at him.
“That was a horrible thing to do!” I said. “I’m shy and afraid of heights!”
He held the pillow out toward me. “Not exactly a deadly weapon.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t have something harder within reach.” I took the pillow from him and squeezed it against my body, wishing it was Dimitri.
“Would you like to watch some TV?” he asked, out of the blue. “I could make some
popcorn.”
*****
We spent the day together watching movies on the couch. At times he held me close and I rested my head on his chest. Later, as we chatted, I rested my feet on his lap and he caressed my soles and toyed with my toes. When he pressed his lips to the bottom of one foot, I giggled.
I told him about the job I’d had before I got fired and he told me about some of his business interests. He even questioned me about the things that turned me on sexually, and I answered him honestly, without embarrassment.
Apparently, Acacia was off for the day, so we snacked on popcorn and bread and cheese.
And the best wine I’d ever had.
Later, Dimitri took my hand and led me back to his bedroom. “I need to be inside you again,” he said as I climbed onto the bed. He stripped off the robe he’d been wearing and I sighed. I’d never seen a man as perfectly built as Dimitri. “But I want you to have a little added pleasure. I know you have a very sensitive spot in your bottom.”
“But, Dimitri, that… thing…earlier was too big. It scared me.”
“Ah, but the box isn’t empty.” He bent over and I got an awesome view of his tight, round ass. It flexed as he straightened. “I think this might be just right. Put your feet on the floor and bend over the bed.”
I followed his instructions, but I raised my face from the bed to try to see what he was holding. “What are you planning to do?”
“Oh, come now, don’t ruin the fun.”
I could see the lube clearly, but his big hand hid whatever else he held.
He moved behind me. Having him naked and in a dominant position over me sent liquid racing to my pussy.
Next thing I knew, my butthole was being prodded. “Dimitri…” I began nervously.
“It’s okay. This is a bit smaller,” he replied. It poked through and I stretched to accommodate it. This time, there was only a brief moment of discomfort, but soon my ass seemed to start up a dialog with my clit.
A pleasure shiver travelled down my back.
“Was that a good shiver?” Dimitri asked from behind me.
“Mmmm… yes,” I replied. I pushed myself up onto my hands. “How do you want me?”
“I want you every possible way. But, for now, this is good.”
Every possible way. If only that were true. If only we hadn’t started out as master and whore, maybe there would be ways we’d want each other that had nothing to do with sex.
Dimitri pushed himself inside my pussy from behind. The friction of his cock, and the movement it caused the butt plug combined into a jolt of physical excitement. He fell into a smooth rhythm. We seemed so natural together, as if we were made to do this with each other.
One hand came around to fondle a breast. For a brief moment I wondered where the other was, but now was no time to nit-pick. His fingers tickled down my torso until they found my slit.
“How does that feel, my darling?” he asked as he caressed my clit.
He’d called me his darling while pleasuring me in all the key places at once. If I melted into nothing and ceased to exist when he finished with me, it would still have been worth it.
“Wonderful,” I murmured.
He continued to pump in and out in a regular motion. “And what about this?”
I glanced down and saw a remote control in his left hand, which confused me for a moment until I realized what it might be. I had a memory flash of the pleasure Alexis had given me…
He pressed the button and released. The pleasure shock in my ass jolted my whole body.
“Oh, my God!” I cried out.
His fingers still toyed with my clit. His cock drove more forcefully into my pussy. He pressed the button again and held it.
I began to shudder. His cock left me, but that didn’t stop the extreme convulsions as I lost control of my arms and fell face down on the bed. I was still jerking when Dimitri rolled me over and mounted me from the front.
“Look at me,” he said. “I need to see you when I come.”
Still twitching from my orgasm, I forced my eyes open and looked into his. His expression was intense, determined…
“Tell me your mine, my darling. If only for this moment.”
“I’m yours, Dimitri,” I said as my legs encircled his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tightly against me. “I’m yours.”
*****
An hour later, when we were sufficiently recovered, we showered together. I hadn’t had another person wash my body as long as I could remember. Dimitri was quite thorough and his attentiveness made me feel cared for--something else I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Afterward, he brushed my hair and we laughed together as we toweled each other off. He dressed me himself in one of his fluffy terry cloth bathrobes.
When we finally made it back to bed, we were both drowsy and spent. My head rested on his chest, but before I
dozed off, I needed to look at him one last time. Maybe it would help me see him in my dreams.
I lifted my eyes and saw that he hadn’t closed his yet. He was staring down at me. Our gaze locked and I felt an emotion so intense, it pushed the breath out of me.
“They’re not like hers,” he said quietly.
“Hmm?”
“You’re eyes. She was wide-eyed and could put you under a spell, but there was always something else lurking behind them. I was just too smitten to recognize it.” He ran a knuckle down my cheek. “But yours are sincere and they hold a sweetness—an innocence—hers never had.”
They’re not like hers! I’d never heard words that made me happier.
I snuggled closer to his neck and drifted into my most contented sleep in years.
*****
The next morning, I slept late and Dimitri surprised me with breakfast in bed. He’d actually made the eggs, bacon, and pancakes himself, saying since it was the Fourth of July, I should have an all-American breakfast.
I wondered if the food was actually better or if everything just tasted better in the company of someone you l—
Wow! I’d almost screwed up and let myself think the “L-word.” There was no future for us, but I told that thought to take a hike so I could enjoy the moments with him.
By the time I finished eating and brushed my teeth, it was nearly noon. Dimitri had left to take the dishes to the kitchen and answer some emails in his office. I opened the drapes and stared out the glass doors at the brick wall across the way.
I felt as though I knew it well. It followed me everywhere I went and planted itself right in front of me. I’d been too shy with boys, then men, to have many real relationships. I’d been unable to save my mother, no matter how hard I tried to nurse her back to health or how many doctors I took her to. And now, I’d met a man who could have been the man of my dreams, except now he could never be. My life was a brick wall.
Regardless, I had to leave, collect the money, and pay off my house. Even if Dimitri wanted me to stick around for a while, it wasn’t as if I could take a chance on trusting this stranger. If I disregarded the money and stayed—assuming he even wanted me to—when the relationship fell apart, I would have no money, no job, and no home to go back to. If I took the money and left, I’d be nothing but another whore who passed through his life.
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