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“Drop the sheet and kneel in front of me.”
I stare at him only a moment longer and release the satin material, letting it fall to the floor. My only consolation is that I woke up naked and I know I didn’t undress myself. Therefore, he has already seen me fully nude. My small steps are eagerly unsure. I step through the doorless threshold into his luxurious shower and stand before him, waiting. For what? I don’t know; direction I suppose.
“You ever heard the saying curiosity killed the cat?”
I nod, slowly as I hold his gaze.
“Down.” He stares down his Roman nose at me, pointing to the floor.
With my eyes on his, I drop to my knees in front of him. There was no question for me. Not a moment of hesitation. I did exactly what my body wanted and what he ordered me to do. My frenzied gaze swirls with his intense, demanding one, waiting for direction. Demetri is a force and if I didn’t know that before, I do now.
He grabs himself and slides his hand up and down his shaft an inch from my face before releasing his hand and wrapping it around my chin and ordering, “No mouth. Just your hand.”
I’m kind of relieved, but also disappointed. I remember back to the time in the club when he told me I couldn’t touch him until he gave me his permission. I can’t help but feel a small burst of excitement at the accomplishment, but I also want to know what he tastes like.
I wrap my fingers around his length and release a breath at how heavy he really is in the palm of my hand. Seeing him is one thing but holding him is another. I push my hand back to the base of his groin and when I bring it back up to the tip, his cock blooms into a beautiful blueish purple right before my eyes. My face is so close to him, all I have to do is open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I want to feel him between my lips, but I know I can’t. I continue stroking, changing the pace from fast to slow. Never touching a man like this before has my insides fluttering with nerves.
My gaze drops to his heavy sac, and I run my tongue over my lips. Demetri still has a hold of my jaw and with each passing moment of me stroking him, his grip becomes tighter and tighter. I have this strong desire pulling at me. I want more, but I also know I have to be patient and wait for his permission. That only confuses me because it turns me on more. A rush of tears flood my eyes, and it’s not from being scared or happy or sad. It’s coming from a burning desire of wanting him, needing something I’m too inexperienced to explain, and wanting to please him.
“Sir?” I raise my blurry gaze to his, wordlessly asking for permission for more.
“Ah. There they are. The fireflies. They are begging.” His other hand comes to my face. He runs his thumb over my spilled desire. I’m emotional and completely aroused. “Open your mouth, firefly. I’m going to give you what you are begging for.” I do exactly as he says and unhinge my jaw while still stroking him. “Wider, Haven.” His hand wraps around my stroking one. “Good girl,” he praises, donning an appreciative grin on his face. He begins to guide my strokes at a much faster, rougher pace. His strong gaze that is locked on mine only falters when his eyelids drop right before he stops, and his hand holding my jaw tightens just a moment before his other hand grabs the hair on the back of my head, and he fills my mouth with everything Demetri Carbone is: power, strength, and brutality.
I sit hereon the edge of his bed, still draped in the towel he wrapped around me, thinking about how I just took a shower with the man I am falling for. I was left alone to dress, but that was only after Demetri washed my body. I would like to say it was intimate, and in a way, it was, because we were both naked and I had just had his dick in my mouth, but it felt more mechanical than anything. When I asked if he had a spare toothbrush, he told me he did, but I wasn’t allowed to use it. He wanted my cum covered tongue to be a reminder of him all day. My only thought was… How could I forget?
I watch Demetri dress into a dark grey pair of dress pants and a black button-down shirt. When he threaded his black leather belt through the loops of his dress pants, my mind went right back to the warmth of his hand against my skin. Then I shame myself for thinking about what the leather would feel like, how the thin strap would leave welts on my fair skin. I was instructed that my clothes from the night before were laundered and sitting on top of his dresser. There wasn’t even a thought of who could have cleaned them during the few hours I was passed out. I just nodded and watched him walk out of his bedroom, leaving me alone in his space with instructions to meet him in the kitchen when I was dressed.
With my clothes still sitting in my lap, my mind wanders. Wishing I could call Paisley and tell her what I just did, but then also wanting to keep it a secret. My lips twist with a nervous, but giddy grin, thinking about a few moments ago. I sit here, still wet with his towel wrapped around my body, the salty taste of him in my mouth and the insecure feelings of everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours weighing me down intensely. I can’t help but wonder why Demetri hasn’t taken me yet. He has had the opportunity, so why hasn’t he tried? Or did we last night and I just don’t remember? Then I think about his size, and I retract that thought. I would definitely know if he took my virginity.
He makes me want things. Why, I don’t know. He’s an arrogant, demanding son of a bitch. Promises I’ve made to myself, experiences I have denied until I was in love with the person, are now changing. It’s then I think those assurances to myself were silly girl imaginings that would keep me under the radar from any attention. I have never felt comfortable in my body, so why would I want to put myself through the torture of showing it to a random hook up? I also never wanted to be the defiant teenager, the center of attention. I had ballet. I had music. And I had Paisley. Finn was also someone I could rely on. I didn’t need any more. I also saw the way my brother treated his women and I never wanted that for myself. But now, I am an adult. I think of my best friend. Her first experience was horrible. What if I do sleep with Demetri and it is terrible? I release a hardy chuckle at the absurdity of that thought. The few sexual acts I have experienced with him were beyond what I had imagined and left me with tears in my eyes while craving more. But then I think, who the hell is Demetri Carbone? Where did he come from? Why is he in my life at this moment? I feel like one day, we were introduced and the next, things were happening between us. I throw that up in the air to what Demetri wants Demetri gets. Was it divine intervention? Was he instantly attracted to me as I was to him when we first met? I shouldn’t even be here in the States. I still don’t know why Cillian insisted I had to come. The experience I assume. I argued then, but now, this newfound awakening is making me happy that I lost the fight.
I push my thoughts away and dress. I slip my hand into my front pocket, hoping my hair tie is still in there from the night before. Finding it, I pull my curls up into a top knot and make sure I hang my wet towel back in the bathroom. On my way out, I look over at his bed. Something pulls at me, and I find myself walking over and straightening the covers. Then I make my way out of the room and go in search of the man who laid me down in his bed and didn’t touch me, or at least, I don’t think he did. I can’t help letting my insecurities rise at the fact that he didn’t try. I push it down where I bury all of my body issues while I go in search of Demetri in this expansive space he calls home. It’s not your typical house. It’s more like a modest castle and every aesthetic is dark and elegant. The coffered beams are stained black, contrasting against the stone colored walls, and the railings on the massive sweeping staircase I find myself walking down are black as well. Next to the beige marble steps and risers, it screams wealth. I weave through the hallways, listening for any kind of life when I hear the sharp sound of nails tapping on the marble floor. I’m just about to the end of the hallway when a black panther stalks around the corner and stops. I freeze in my spot and stare at the massive beast. I stand still while he sizes me up, praying that I’m not his breakfast in the next five minutes.
“Demetri!” I yell, my voice shaking while having a staring contest with the dark eyed creature, hoping Demetri is somewhere close by to save me from being torn to shreds.
“Thor, come!” Demetri’s demanding holler echoes from not too far away.
When the beast before me strolls away I make my way down the hallway and find Demetri in the kitchen, leaning against the island drinking coffee and speaking to someone on the phone with the beast now sitting astutely at his feet.
“It’s about time.”
I stay still, standing by the opening of the room while I wait for him to finish his call while staring at the wild animal.
“You get lost in my bedroom?”
I jump as his deep voice fills the space, realizing he’s talking to me. He twists in his spot, peering over his shoulder and raising a thick, scarred brow. It’s something I’ve never noticed about him before. He has a scar that mixes through the dark hair of his left eyebrow only adding to his dark, mysterious demeanor. He nods at a Styrofoam container on the end of the island, but I can’t move from my spot.
“He won’t hurt you.”
“Why do you have Satan’s guard dog in your castle?”
“Thor’s a purebred Cane Corso, and what you referred to as a castle is an old, refurbished building.”
“Could have fooled me,” I mutter, glancing around and admiring the stained-glass windows.
“Eat.” He nods once again at the container.
I open it to see a breakfast fit for champions.
