Katya lets go of my hand and walks around, inspecting the furniture. She runs a hand over the footboard of the bed, then trails her fingers across the top of the armchair by the window. She opens the door to my bathroom and peers inside, letting out a low whistle that tells me she's impressed by the size. Then she checks out my closet, which is less than a quarter full. Unlike the previous owner of the villa, I don't feel the need to possess hundreds of suits.
Katya closes the door and leans back against it. She glances up at the wrought iron light fitting and frowns.
"Did you design this room?" she asks.
"Only the bed. The rest is as it was when I moved in."
She nods like that makes sense to her.
"This room is very…" She searches for a word. "Gothic."
"You don't think it suits me?"
"Oh, it suits you," she says drily.
"But you don't like it?"
She shrugs. "I don't have to sleep here."
Although that's true, something about her tone irritates me. A spike of anger mingles with the desire that's been bubbling inside me since the car, and I'm done waiting.
"Take your clothes off."
Meeting my gaze and not letting go, Katya reaches around to lower her zipper. She wriggles out of the dress and then removes her bra and panties, never once taking her eyes from mine. She kicks off her shoes with more violence than necessary, sending them flying past my face. I dodge to the side.
"Watch it," I growl. Having already lost the use of one eye, the prospect of injuring the other causes me intense dread.
"Sorry."
The defiant minx is anything but apologetic. She cocks a hip and rests her hand on her waist, posing for me as I admire her body. It's intoxicating to know those long, lean limbs, her plump breasts and pretty pink pussy are entirely mine.
"Bend over the bed."
I strip off my jacket and tie. Rather than obeying my order, Katya sashays toward me, stopping just out of reach.
"You are not going to fuck me that way, not again."
"What way?"
"Like you're short of cash and paying me by the hour."
I huff out a laugh. "What?"
"You heard me, Gabriele. I am not some whore to be used."
When have I done that? As I reflect on our intimate encounters I realize she has a point. I've slaked my lust as quickly as possible and walked away.
"Tonight we are going to move slowly," Katya continues. "I will lie on the bed with my legs spread wide, showing my husband what's his. You will lick my pussy until I see stars."
Her words are a powerful kick to my libido. My cock stiffens almost painfully.
"And then?"
She steps closer and curves a hand around the unblemished side of my face.
"Then, and only then, dear husband, will I get on all fours and let you take me doggy style."
"Let me?"
