Authors: Pamela Ann
“How did you like that, baby?” I purred, still licking that tiny slit.
“This is the first time you’ve really got into giving me a blowjob. That one time you did it was because you were drunk and I’d been begging you for weeks. Had I known you would eat my cock whole, I’d have been more demanding.” Dimitris lifted me to my feet, staring at me like he’d seen me for the first time. “Did you learn that after me? I’m starting to wonder.”
Was he tapping me again for another fight? Fuck. “My cock-sucking skill is none of your business, Dimitris. What kind of a question is that?”
“I have to know—if you did that with
him
.” He let out a dry laugh, hurting again. “Of course, you did. You love the man.” Brody, I didn’t want to think about him. Especially not when I wanted to pleasure myself until I left.
Bracing myself, I braved it out and kissed his chest while my hands caressed him everywhere. Teasing his nipple with my tongue, I flicked it a few times before biting it, merely enough for him to hiss from pain and pleasure. Kissing his torso again, I pressed my body against his as I weaved my kisses onto his neck. Inhaling him, I let my left hand trace the tight curves of his buttocks while my other hand raked over his hair before I whispered into his ear. “There’s no past or future, only right now, in this room, I’m yours. I can be whatever you want me to be because I’m handing that power to you. Channel that pain through me. Let me be your balm right now. Use my body to give you pleasure. Let it be your vessel to achieve that goal. Let go and lose yourself in me.”
“I hate you,” he gritted out, yanking me hard so he could kiss me. His kiss was punishing, demanding and, with one goal in mind, to show me his pain. He lifted me swiftly, circling my arms and legs around him before he slammed me onto his cock, making me cry out from the delicious impact. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at the mirror. Watch me fuck you at all angles.” I did, shocked at how he made it look like I weighed nothing as he fucked me hard, like a ragdoll. “Do you like watching yourself getting fucked? It turns you on more, doesn’t it? Your pussy’s drenched and my cock can’t get enough of it.”
Maybe something was wrong with me, but I loved how he was fucking me. Maybe it was simply because I’d never been treated like this. Rough sex, I liked. Good sex, I craved. Dirty sex, I loved. Dimitris was excellent at it.
“Clean your come off my cock, lying wife of mine,” he hissed out when he placed me back on the floor. Following his demand, he was fixing my hair as I cleaned his length off, moaning at his lust-filled gaze. “You’re such a dirty girl and I fucking love it.
“You’ll be fucked out before you leave me, my love. I’m going to fuck you until we’re both raw, until your little pussy is red and swollen. Your cunt will take weeks to recover so that your boyfriend can’t touch you.”
He pulled out of my mouth, making that loud, popping, wet sound. “Get on the bench, sideways, face and eyes on the mirror.” I was about to protest and suggest the floor, but he cut me off. “Wasn’t it you who said that in this room, I owned this body? Very well, stop interrupting me.”
Sighing, I sat on the soft, white leather, cushioned bench before I went on my side. With bright lights that lined the mirrored walls, I could easily see every contour of my body; from the hardened nipples to the goose bumps that erupted my body when I saw him come towards me. He had that look of an animal that would do you harm, an animal that would devour you instantaneously—one that would certainly inflict great pain without remorse.
Dimitris went behind my body, caressing my ass before giving it a stinging smack.
“Ahh!” I moaned out, watching my Greek lover in fascination.
Our eyes connected in the mirrors as he cupped my breast before pulling my nipple. “Dimi,” I sobbed, needing my own orgasm. I came earlier, but I wanted my O.
He took his time touching me before his hand took hold of my ankle, gently placing my left leg on his shoulder, opening me like I’d never seen before.
Mother hell, he really was going to go all energizer bunny on my vagina. Even though I was daunted, my pussy, it seemed, liked the idea because I felt a new gush of moisture drip out of my slit. With his middle finger, he gently probed into my folds, spreading my wetness around before he teased my button then slid back down, into my pink hole, then back out again. “You know what I love about this pussy, Lindsey? I love watching your juices flow out of your cunt even if I’m not doing much to it.”
I’m sure he did. The relaxed state that I was in was gone the second he moved that finger around my anal entrance, circling my anus. “Dimi…” I whispered, not knowing what to say.
He looked at me, expressionless, as he kept on massaging my clit to gather some wetness before he lathered it back onto my ass. “OOOH!” I gasped when that finger pierced my sphincter, spreading it.
“Relax. Deep breaths, my love.” he urged, giving me comfort when he used
my love
.
He didn’t rush into getting his entire finger in, but instead took his time to let my body get used to it. With me somewhat relaxed, he rubbed a spot, flicking it back and forth with the pad of his finger, making my pussy beyond wet. I didn’t know what was going on with my body. Feeling it from there was so alien to me, I was having a hard time thinking as my body tensed, burning. Dimitris pulled out his finger and stroked his shaft a few times before moving his mushroomed head to run through my slick folds.
When it went lower, I knew then, what he planned to do. His thick head was against my entrance before I placed a palm on his hips, scared shitless.
“If the pain is too much—if it’s too unbearable—I’ll stop,” Dimitris promised, not wavering from his mission that he was going to take my ass.
Okay, maybe it wouldn’t kill me if I at least tried it once. Life was about experiences, wasn’t it? Well, here it was, in a big, bold way. “Fine, but if you don’t take it out when I tell you to, I’m going to feed your balls to the dogs.”
Dimitris grinned at me then, genuine and full of love. “With my life and honor, I promise you, yineka mou.” When he saw me nod, he didn’t waste time taking me, prying my forbidden hole open to accommodate his big size.
I was biting my lip to hold my sobs from the amount of pain I was experiencing. He only had his head inside, stopping to rub my clit until I moaned from it then he resumed until he was fully inside, bottoming out. I felt full in a weird sense. I surely didn’t know what to make of it, but he looked like he was in pure Heaven so I kept my mouth shut as he slowly eased out of me, and slid it back in; still causing pain, but much more bearable.
“Move your butt on the edge of the seat. I promise, it’ll be less pain.”
Fuck, I was afraid to move, my ass was on fire! Groaning, I slowly pushed my butt further out, giving him more access. More pleasure, he said? Ugh.
He resumed rubbing my slit in circles as he shifted on his feet and placed a knee next to my bottom for support, angling himself. His cock started moving again, but this time it was hitting that part he was rubbing with his finger before. The feeling was intensified ten fold because his cock was powerful, phenomenal. “Dimi! I’m… I’m—” I screamed, stuttering before my eyes rolled back, feeling like my body spirited off somewhere celestial, ethereal and sacrosanct. It wasn’t the pounding kind of orgasm that I usually had—the crashing and roaring kind where you feel like your body was going to erupt like a bloody volcano.
This
kind felt like an act of completion, like a Heavenly passage of sort—the one where you feel content and can die happy.
When I met his gaze, I hadn’t realized that he’d come already. Still buried in me, he bent over and met my lips, telling me that he knew what I was feeling. The kiss was succinct, concise as if it should mean something. All I could muster then was the fact that I was getting beyond scared.
“S’agapo, yineka mou.
S’agapo
.” I love you, my wife.
I love you.
~L~
We spent time together, talking and enjoying each other’s company, but without any discussion about the past or the future. I was grateful for that, but of course, we were running out of time.
When Bass and Emma finally arrived in Athens, I was ecstatic to see my best friend, but at the same time, the gnawing feeling that I was going to say goodbye soon was truly petrifying. I felt like I was being stifled, yet as they say, the show must go on.
Then, so it shall.
Dimitris and Bass were inside watching some “important” film documentary, so I pulled Emma aside before she followed her Golden Boy into Dimitris’s theater.
We were out in the garden, enjoying our cappuccino and Emma’s favorite baklava, when I directed her a question. “How was the surprise?” I asked, referring to their mini vacation.
Emma blushed, smiling dreamily before responding to my question. “He purchased an island.” She paused, looking at me. “The island where we kind of said we loved each other for the first time. It was special to us.”
Well, fucking shit. If the guy wasn’t just so dreamy and perfect. It was getting annoying. “You lucky bitch,” I muttered, grinning.
“You have Dimitris, Linds. He’s crazy about you, babe. Don’t you see it? Have you seen the way he looks at you? Why don’t you give him a chance? He might be worth it. I mean, I like Brody, I do, but what if you’re wasting your time for someone who you once loved, thinking that you still do. Like hanging on to something that’s a façade, but it’s not there any longer? What will you do then?”
Brody, a façade?
He could never be.
Dimitris on the other hand, I had no clue how to describe him except good in the sack—exceptional. That’s all. He couldn’t be more than that because that’s all I was going to let him be. Nothing more. “Then, I’ll think about it when it happens, Emma.”
“You’re right, of course. You of all people know what you want.” She gave me a strained smile. “Linds…” Emma trailed off, looking at her nail bed, deep in thought, struggling. “Nikki’s pregnant and it could be Bass’s.”
“Get the fuck out! That bitch is lying.” I would bet my entire life on it. “Bass may have nailed her, but there’s no way he’d risk pregnancy. Men that have been on the field for far too long and are way too experienced like Bass Cole know the drill. Calm your chunky ass down. She’s trying to get him back. If she really is pregnant, that baby can’t be his. All right?”
“You think so? Bass did swear he wore condom all the time and he’d double checked if there were any tear, he said he found none. I really want to believe him, Linds. I love him, but I’m scared this will be the end of us.”
“Can you live without Bass? That’s the question you should ask yourself. The rest is just embellishments,” I advised my friend and then had the thought that maybe I should ask myself the same. Like that’ll happen.
“I love him. I can’t imagine not being with him after what’s happened.” She leaned over and gave me a tight hug, exhaling loudly with relief. “Thank you. I knew you’d get my head straight.”
Anytime girlfriend
, I thought as I hugged her back.
Chapter 14
That same night, Dimitris excused himself to do some work in his office when it was time for bed. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was avoiding me or he simply had work to do. When it came to him, I could never tell.
So I waited in bed, remaining in agony until he came up, knowing that he needed his space because he was simply hurting inside.
At two in the morning, he decided to finally show up. With the moonlight basking the room aglow from the open balcony doors, I watched as he slowly peeled his clothes off until he was naked before sliding inside the sheets, joining me.
Dimitris shifted and placed himself above me, looking like a different man. “Stay. Give me a chance,” he choked up, beseeching. “You never gave me one. Let me prove my worth to you. Just stay… not as my wife or my girlfriend, but as the woman I love. I don’t care about any of that anymore.” He paused, breathing raggedly before he parted from my ear and looked into my eyes with gripping sadness, anguished. “I just want you, Lindsey. Be with me.”
This was what I had been afraid of. I thought we were through having this conversation, but he was still fighting for me—still not losing hope and holding out for a future. A future that’s nonexistent because
if
I chose this man, I had to give up so much and I couldn’t risk that, not for anyone. Not when I had lost so much already.
“You have to let me go.” I’m sorry. It just had to be this way.
He made an agonizing sound, as if wounded. “I needed to ask even if I knew you wouldn’t change your mind.”
Pain. All my life, it had been my constant companion. I could survive with more, until I was numb. Losing Dimitris would evoke more, but that’s my choice. A choice I had taken. A path I was going to stay on, whether it was right or wrong. It was all I knew.
We fell asleep like that, with him on top of me. He was heavy, crushing me almost, but I shifted a bit so I could at least breathe without feeling like I was lifting a ton.
At around dawn, Dimitris woke me with tender kisses across my body
“Don’t you sleep?” I murmured, not moving, wanting to go back to sleep because I was going to be jet-lagged when I got home.