Unable to help myself, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him squarely on the mouth. He stiffens noticeably. I don't take it as a rejection because I know it's not deliberate. His reaction isn't about me. I pull back and smile.
Then I roll over and crawl up onto the bed. I get on all fours and wiggle my ass in invitation. Gabriele steps up behind me. He places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down so my head is low and my bottom is raised.
"Such a pretty ass," Gabriele says as he trails the tips of his fingers over my skin, making it prickle with anticipation.
He wraps an arm around my waist and his lips brush against my ass. Then he sinks his teeth into the flesh.
"Ow!" I shriek. I glance accusingly over my shoulder. "You bit me."
"I'll do more than bite your ass one day," he says darkly. "I'll claim it."
That makes me swallow hard.
"You will let me, won't you, Katya?"
"Yes, I'll let you."
It's not something I look forward to but I promised to let him fuck me however he wants and if I hate it, I'll find a way to make sure he never does it again.
As Gabriele pulls my hips back so the head of his cock nudges my entrance, I squirm with need. Taking it one inch at a time, he enters me slowly. By the time he's fully seated inside me, I'm panting with need. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size.
"Look how well your tight little pussy swallows my cock." There's a hint of wonder in Gabriele's voice. "You're all mine, aren't you, Katya?"
"Yes."
At my agreement, something seems to snap inside him. He tightens his arm around my waist and fucks me with a savagery that takes my breath away.
My fingers dig into the mattress beneath me as he demonstrates his complete mastery of my body. There's nothing I can do but take what he wants to give.
The sounds I make as he pounds into me become increasingly frantic. It doesn't take long for my pussy to clamp down on his length.
"So fucking perfect," Gabriele grits out.
He sounds as if he's barely holding on. Knowing I'm testing the limits of his control heightens my own arousal.
"Come for me," he demands.
My body responds instantly. I bury my face in the mattress, stifling a scream as something inside me detonates. I collapse onto my side as Gabriele pulls out of me.
He lies next to me and pulls me into his arms. He smooths the hair back from my face. My elegant chignon is completely ruined at this point but I can't bring myself to care.
"You're so beautiful," Gabriele says. "I'm lucky to have you."
I smile but it's tinged with sadness at the thought he might only be saying what he knows I want to hear. I lie there for a minute, enjoying the illusion of closeness. Then I get up and begin to gather my things.
Gabriele sits up. He lifts the patch covering his eye and rubs the skin beneath it as if it's bothering him. My chest constricts. I look away before he realizes I’m staring.
As I head to the door he doesn't speak. He has no intention of asking me to stay and to be honest I need my own space right now.
"Sleep well," I say before slipping away along the corridor to my bedroom.
When I get there, I sit on the edge of the bed. Are things any better between us than they were before? I don't think so, but for some reason it matters to me now.
Burying my face in my hands, I tell myself I won't cry over him. A mere heartbeat passes before I prove that to be a lie.
TWELVE
Gabriele
