“Don’t tease me, Savina,” Dimitri says in a dark voice. “Let me see your pretty pussy.”
I’d love to tease him some more, maybe even to the point where he punishes me for doing so, but I know our time is limited here. I can hear the party happening right outside the door. It’s only a matter of time before people realize we’re both gone. And so, I lift my skirt until my backside is exposed.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Dimitri mutters before grabbing the string of my thong. He pulls the fabric taut, gently sawing it between my lips. I let out a gasp and then a moan as the cloth rubs against my clit. “Are you already wet for me, Savina?” he asks before pulling down my thong and swiping a finger from my clit to my ass, causing me to shudder in response. “Fuck,” he growls before sticking the digit in his mouth, tasting me. “Always so wet for me. Always such a good girl.”
There’s just something about the way he speaks to me that has me in a chokehold every damn time. But when he praises me…I’m just a goner. “Please,” I beg out loud before I can stop myself. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I fear I will spontaneously combust.
“You want me to eat your greedy, little cunt?” he asks, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror.
“Yes, please,” I groan.
He takes his foot and gently kicks at mine, forcing me to spread my legs wider for him. Since I haven’t been to ballet class in a while, I’m finding it harder than usual to balance in my high heels. My calves burn in protest at the new, unfamiliar angle, but I manage to find a comfortable position. Dimitri then pushes on the small of my back, causing my torso to sink further down against the counter and my ass to lift up higher in the process. He takes a stepback and marvels at his handy work. “Fuck, you look so damn hot like that, spread open and waiting for me.”
A surge of heat rushes to my core, and my legs tremble in anticipation as he sinks down to his knees behind me. I expect him to tease me even more, but instead, he presses his mouth against my center and begins feasting on me. My clit throbs against his wicked, talented tongue while I desperately grasp onto the sink to keep from collapsing. I quickly realize why Dimitri put me in this position. It’s so I can’t escape or try to move away. My thighs are pressed up against the edge of the counter, and I have to absorb every ounce of pleasure he’s giving me. And when his tongue lashes my clit with ravenous strokes, I cry out. I fear someone may hear me, but I can’t control myself. It just feels so damn good.
He skirts his hand around to roll my clit between his fingers while his tongue laps at my entrance before entering me, sending me spiraling from the sensation. I lift my head and catch my reflection in the mirror. I don’t even look like myself in this moment. I look wild, wanton. My mouth is open as I release harsh, staggered breaths. My eyes are half lidded. My pupils blown. I’m lost in the pleasure only Dimitri can give me.
Another loud moan escapes me, and I suddenly realize that the door isn’t even locked and anyone could come in at any moment, catching us in the act. But, for some reason, that turns me on even more. The thought of someone walking in and seeing Dimitri on his knees behind me eating my pussy like a ravenous man has my imminent orgasm breaking through the surface at record speeds. Like a train veering off the tracks and heading straight for the side of a mountain, I mutter nonsensical things as intense and violent pleasure hits me all at once.
I cry out, calling Dimitri’s name as my pussy clenches around his thick tongue that he is forcing inside of my wet cunt. I grip onto the sink for dear life as my legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. Dimitri continues to finger me as I try not to scream. Harsh, ragged breaths come from my throat as I move my hips from side to side, trying toevade him. But he simply holds me in place with his large, rough hands, not allowing me to get away from the pleasure he wants to ultimately give me.
“More,” Dimitri says from behind me.
My clit is so sensitive, but I can feel the high of another orgasm coming quickly. “Please,” I cry out; not sure if I’m begging for him to stop or for him to continue.
“Come for me again, Savina,” he commands.
One is never enough for Dimitri. It’s like he has to prove a point. And when the second orgasm plows through me, making me collapse against the sink and leaving me a quivering mess in his hands, I can hear the bastard chuckling against my wet flesh.
I lay there for a while, trying to come back to reality, as Dimitri puts my thong back in place and fixes my dress. He gathers me in his arms, my high heels wobbling as my legs struggle to hold me up. I can’t help but laugh at my current state, but the seriousness I see on Dimitri’s face when I look up at him has my laughter ceasing immediately.
He reaches down and gently puts a lock of my hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering, touching the lobe and then drifting down to my neck as he studies my face. Silence stretches between us as we just stand there, staring at each other. Once again, it feels like everything is shifting between us even if we won’t say the words out loud, even if he won’t admit it.
As if sensing the shift in the mood, Dimitri asks, “Are you still mad at me?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he confesses, causing me to scowl. “And I think you come harder whenever you’re mad at me.”
I snicker. He might be right. “I must be mad at you everytime then.”
“Probably,” he says with a dark chuckle. With a heavy sigh, he lets go of me and steps back. “I’ll go out first,” he says.
“Okay,” I tell him with a nod. I watch him leave, closing the door behind him. A sense of dread and regret starts seeping in. It’s been like this the past few times with Dimitri. At first, it was all fun and games, but now it feels like…more. And maybe I want more even if I ultimately can’t have it. If only he would press his father and get him to amend the contract back to what it was, we wouldn’t have to do all this sneaking around and risk getting caught. Maybe I can talk to Dimitri about it later. Maybe he’ll agree with me.
I hold on to that hope as I wait for a few minutes alone before I venture out of the bathroom. No one seems to be lurking around, so I doubt if anyone heard us. Besides, the party sounds so loud, it’s almost deafening at this point.
“Savina!” my stepmother calls from several feet away. “Where have you been?!” she hisses as she gets close to me.
“Sorry. I wasn’t feeling very well,” I lie.
“Well, get your shit together. We have guests!” she says in a cold, demanding voice as she digs her claws into my arm. “Now, come along, everyone is going to sing to you before we cut the cake.”
“Can’t wait,” I say sarcastically, which earns me an evil glare.
