Chapter 15

DIMITRI

I help Anya stand on wobbly legs, and she turns her back to me.

Touching one of the black strings that tie her lingerie to her body like a corset, I ask, “Can I take this off?”

She gives me a hum, which I take for a yes.

My fingers work the ties undone, releasing her from her constraints. She helps me get her out of the lingerie, dragging it down to reveal her naked back before exposing her gorgeous ass.

Grabbing her cheeks, I squeeze the firm flesh. “This ass… I’d like to fuck this ass someday. Will you let me?”

She nods.

“Use your voice.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Lovely.” I push her hair to one side, uncovering her neck. My nose grazes her skin while a hand reaches around to tweak a nipple, which has her bucking against me. “I wish I had protected you from myself, but the way I feel about you, it is the last thing on my mind.”

“Take me all you want,” she says in a whisper. “However you want.”

“I will, baby girl,” I murmur over the nape of her neck. “You sold your body to me the moment you stepped foot in this club. You shouldn’t have.”

Anya trembles under my touch. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

My fingers circle her hardened nubs, earning me a moan. “Do you regret it?”

“No.”

I smile proudly. “Good girl. Get on the bed. On your knees. Head on the pillow.”

Her hips sway as she complies. Soon she is ass up for me, her glistening pink cunt right in my view.

After grabbing a large-sized condom from one of the drawers beside the bed, I strip off my clothes, tear the foil, and put the condom on. Once sheathed, I climb onto the bed behind her, my hands on her hips locking her in place.

“Such a good slut.” I run my hand from the base of her spine to her neck, pressing lightly to keep her head down. “My slut. Only mine.” My free hand positions my cock at her opening, and then my length enters her slowly.

“Fuck…the way your pussy clamps around me,” I say with a groan as my dick glides inside with how wet she is. “It’s intoxicating.”

“Dimitri…oh…oh…god.” She moans with every word as my cock roots itself, each piercing grazing her insides until I bury myself to the hilt. “That’s so good.”

“Yes, baby girl.” My words come out deep and throaty as I start fucking her. “Scream my name.”

“Yes, yes, Dimitri!” She fists the bedsheets, trying to twist her head from one side to the other, but my hand on her neck doesn’t allow for movement.

My strokes become desperate in no time; my need for release is so bad that it makes me pound faster. She cries out with every thrust, her ass backing into me until both of us are in sync—me driving into her and her pushing back to take me even deeper.

I fuck her like an animal. The bed creaks, and the headboard slams against the wall. She brings one of her hands around before digging her nails into my skin as she pulls my hips to hers, smashing our centers together as tight as possible.

The room turns hotter with every second that passes, with each plunge that makes us cross forbidden lines again. We are sticky, and the sound of our skin slapping together—my balls crashing against the back of her thighs—bounces off the walls.

Her moans turn breathier, louder, and I know she is close with how tight her pussy squeezes me.

I cover her body with mine as I lean over her, my breath fanning her ear. “Cum for me, baby girl,” I coax while holding her hair in one hand as I fuck deeper, hitting the spots I know get her toes curling. “Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

Anya’s body tenses under me, and the veins in her throat bulge out before a grating sound scrapes through it. “Ah…oh, fuck, Dimitri!” she screams, her pussy throbbing as she releases her warmth that coats my dick.

She rocks beneath me, folding in half as she cums hard, and her skin burns under my touch. Her release brings forth my own.

As my spine stiffens, my cock throbs, releasing my hot load inside the condom. And then I howl, loud—loud enough to question the efficacy of the room’s soundproofing.

Our bodies shiver together, our spasms of pleasure taking control of us as we continue rocking on the bed to chase the last remnants of bliss. Once my climax subsides, the spots in my vision clear. I fall over Anya, still buried inside her.

“I never want to pull out,” I confess, kissing her cheek.

Her skin is all flushed as I take the blindfold off her. Sweat covers her, small droplets like my own dribbling down her face and making her hair stick to her skin. Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a small smile.

“Then don’t,” she says with a moan, her eyes drawing shut. “Fuck me again.”

I chuckle softly, tucking back the hair from the side of her face to get a better look at her. “Sweet Anya, you will be the death of me,” I mumble, breezing my lips over her wet cheek.

~And I would die over and over again.~