Chapter 13
I woke up at five a.m. with no Dimitris next to me. Since he never mentioned going back to work, I was worried where he might’ve gone. After last night, I wasn’t sure where his mindset was.
Wearing nothing other than my short, silk slip, I strode downstairs to look for him. The house was still dark as I made my way around. There was a faint sound coming out of one of the doors at the very end of the hall, at the very far side opposing the kitchen. When I got to it, I carefully twisted the knob and pushed the door open gently.
Inside, I found Dimitris, running on the treadmill, speaking on his Bluetooth while he watched the news on the television before him. He was talking in his language, but I was more engrossed at the sight of his naked upper body—sweaty, ripped and very delicious.
My mouth watered at the sight of him. “Dimitris?” I spoke loud enough for him to hear me through the sound of the television and his phone conversation.
He flickered a glance towards me before killing the treadmill to a standstill and did the same with his call. With his water bottle in his hand, he got off the exerciser and went to get a rolled black towel from a basket full of them. I was getting nervous because he hadn’t said a word, but his eyes never left me. What did that mean? Was he angry?
I watched as he drank from his bottle and then spilled some on his head, his face then his torso before wiping the wetness away with the towel. His gaze never wavered as he threw the towel on the bench and then planted both of his hands on the sides of his hips, biding time.
“Dimitris? Are you furious with me?” I asked, stepping closer to him as he continued watching me.
What the hell!
I guess his no response was answer enough. Sighing, I was about to spin around and dash towards the door when I saw him take off his trainers then his socks until he was barefoot, eyes still watching me like a hawk—eyes sharp, ready… deadly. “Last night… you said you were sorry, but how sorry are you really, yineka mou?”
With my scratchy voice, I mustered a reply, “Very much, I said so last night and I meant every word.”
Dimitris didn’t waver before he pulled down his workout pants, unclothing his very well endowed, very hard, stiff length.
Where was he going with this? I thought nervously. My body heightened at the very arousing sight he was manifesting.
“Are you sorry enough to take some of that pain away? Even if you experience that pain, you’d still help ease some of it away?” he asked again. My eyes dropped to his rigid dick that his hand captured, stroking with gusto.
Sore, I was far beyond that word, but I was ready for him. Any way he liked it. “Yes.” I licked my lips, slowly moving towards where he was standing. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Use your mouth to soothe my cock,” he directed, voice commanding, eyes dilated.
Shit. “Now?” Any traces of sleepiness were now certainly gone. My heart was beating at a speedy rate as newfound excitement capsized my body.
Dimitris gave his cock a slight shake before pointing it downwards, towards the floor. “Right now is as good as any. Get on your knees, omorfi mou. Don’t keep me waiting because I don’t feel too forgiving and you might regret that later.”
Okay, calm down boy, I wanted to snap, but gave him an irritated glare instead. I didn’t like to be pushed around or being told what to do, however, since I was feeling guilty, I’d let him slide. Closing the gap, I was about to get on my knees when he interrupted me from doing so.
“Take that silk slip off. I want you naked when you service me. I want to see all of you. You hide yourself from me enough. I won’t let your body do the same.” He was getting more aroused as he watched me take my nightwear off, letting it fall next to my feet.
The sudden cool air tingled the tips of my buds, making my nipples harden, but the drenched condition of my slit was because of him giving me orders. It simply turned me on.
On my knees, naked and ready to cater to him, I took hold of his heated shaft. It was like burning silk. I stuck my tongue out and let the tip of it run through the slit of his head, tasting his pre-come, savoring it with ardor. The sample of his essence made me moan deep, wanting more of it.
“Stick your butt out, so I can see you clearly in the mirror behind you.” Dimitris looked at me with half-closed lids, lips parted as I slowly let my lips suck him and inch deeper on his impressive size. My forefinger and thumb gripped the base of his shaft while my other hand gently massaged his sack, all the while letting my middle finger sit on that erogenous zone in between his dick and anus. “My beautiful wife, how I love watching you like this.” Dimitris was trying to control himself from demanding more, but that resolve went down the drain the second I used my tongue to swirl about amidst the hard suctioning. He looked magnificent groaning and grunting as he watched me.
His pleasure became my aphrodisiac and I wanted to go above and beyond to achieve that. Picking up my pace, I pulled on his sack as my mouth took him until tears pricked the corner of my eyes, until I was passed gagging, until I took all of him then I started from the top again.
Dimitris gathered my hair, holding it to one side so he could get a clearer view of my ministrations. His body was taut as he gently pushed his hips to tell me that he wanted more. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, agápi mou?”
Very much. Bobbing my head, I moaned around his shaft to respond to him.
He bellowed something in Greek before using the hand that held my hair to push my head down, needing more. I simply stopped what I was doing and let him control the pace, giving him full access to my mouth as I tried to calm my reflexes to cater to him. “Tighten your mouth around it, my love. That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Dimitris was losing it as his orgasm was nearing to completion. “Milk it harder. Harder!” he panted out, deliriously. “F*ck! Lindsey!” He howled like an animal, so loud, I swear the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that covered the room shook.
Mother hell, he tasted succulent. While he was still coming down from whatever space he had drifted away to, I continued to toy with the head of his dick, letting it trace my lips as some of his semen still made small spurts. I coated my lips with it before I licked it with my tongue while he watched, speechless. He did say he wanted a slut or a whore or whatever. Now he got it. The Greek was speechless? How cute.
“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? F*ck. “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 f*ck you at all angles.” I did, shocked at how he made it look like I weighed nothing as he f*cked me hard, like a ragdoll. “Do you like watching yourself getting f*cked? It turns you on more, doesn’t it? Your p-ssy’s drenched and my cock can’t get enough of it.”
Maybe something was wrong with me, but I loved how he was f*cking 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 f*cking love it.
“You’ll be f*cked out before you leave me, my love. I’m going to f*ck you until we’re both raw, until your little p-ssy 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 p-ssy, 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 p-ssy, 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 * 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 p-ssy 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 * 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.”
F*ck, 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, f*cking 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 fa?ade, but it’s not there any longer? What will you do then?”
Brody, a fa?ade? 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 f*ck 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.