She did as she was told, forcing her gaze to meet his as he thrust into her, fighting her body’s natural reaction to clamp down while he forced her to accept him. Nothing felt as good as his shaft inside of her. She wiggled against him, trying to get more of him inside of her, but the sex swing held her immobile, totally under his control. Grasping the chains next to her head, Rya used that little bit of leverage to rub against him and she had to bite her lip in an effort to keep from coming, to ride that edge between almost having her release and the wonderfully terrible tension filling her.
Sweat stood out on Dimitri’s face and chest and she wanted to lean up and lick it off, but he chose that moment to begin to slide in and out of her wet sex, stroking her until he found her g-spot. With her legs up in the air like this he managed to hit that pad of nerves just right, driving her out of her fucking mind with the need to come.
Using his thumb on her clit, he said, “Give me your pleasure.”
He pulled all the way out and she screamed out her orgasm, loving the intensity of her g-spot climax. The hot rush of her release poured out of her soaking Dimitri’s cock as he shoved it into her again.
“So sexy,” he said in a strained voice. “You will do that again for me. I love to watch you climax, is favorite thing in world.”
He fucked her mercilessly, so hard and fast that she lost all control of her body, the orgasm blasting through her as she once again screamed out, clutching the chains and soaking Dimitri with her release. He rubbed his fingers over her pussy, then spread the wetness over her mound and up her belly before licking his fingers. “Sweet cunt, my sweet cunt.”
She could only nod as he picked up the pace again, his jaw clenched, his gaze focused only on her. She was vaguely aware of Ivan and Gia playing near them, of the sounds of their enjoyment mixing with her own, but Dimitri was the center of her universe. He leaned over her and gripped the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to his so he could kiss her while fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy throbbed and she clenched on him, wanting to make her Master feel good, wanting to give him everything she had to offer.
He moaned against her lips and his thrusts became disjointed as he said, “You come with me. Wait.”
Fire burned through her spine, flooding every nerve from her toes to the top of her head with pleasure until she was as tense as a statue beneath him, trying to fight off her orgasm.
“Can’t…Master…going…”
He shuddered, “Come, zaika moya.”
Two more thrusts and he roared out his release above her, sending her own climax blasting through her. She was hyperaware of his heat pouring into her, of the clank of the chains as the swing shook with their combined release, of how she was whispering his name in a broken voice. At this moment, she felt so alive that she couldn’t help but cry as her emotions went out of control and all walls between her and Dimitri fell. Her heart opened to him and she clung to him, whispering how much he meant to her, how scared she’d been without him, and how much she loved him.
They were the only people in the universe, and when she slowly began to return to earth, she found that she was no longer in the dungeon, but in their bedroom. The lights were out but a full moon reflected off the ocean beyond the windows. Dimitri was curled around her to the point where every inch of her body that could be covered by his, was. She stirred against him and let out an exhausted laugh.
“Wow.”
He was silent for a few moments, stroking her arms gently before he said, “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“Do you love me?”
Uncomfortable, but still buzzing from the overwhelming amount of hormones and endorphins spinning through her blood, she nodded. “I do.”
“Say it.”
“Say it?”
“Please, Rya, say it.”
His voice held such uncertainty that she cuddled into him and whispered, “I love you, Dimitri Novikov.”
The long sigh he let out would have been comical if she hadn’t been waiting for him to say it back. “Thank you.”
She waited, but he said nothing, only cuddling her. Hurt, she nodded and tried to get out of his arms. “I have to use the restroom.”
He eased up his hold and rolled off the bed. “Come, I wash you.”
“I can do it myself,” she said with a bit of snap in her voice.
“Come.”
Giving him a disgruntled look, she let him lead her to the blue and white bathroom. The bright lights stung her eyes and she muttered an apology before lowering them. “I will join you in a moment.”
While she took care of business she managed to keep her tears at bay long enough to turn the shower on and step beneath its spray. Lifting her face to the oversized shower head she let the tears fall, but tried to muffle her cries. Okay, so Dimitri might be really fond of her, but he didn’t love her. She could deal with that. Well no, actually she couldn’t but she didn’t have a choice. She was in love with a man who might not be capable of loving her back. On an intellectual level she knew that his fucked up childhood, and hell, his fucked up adult life might have made it extremely hard for him to allow himself to love anyone. She really had no right to be mad at him, but damn, it hurt.