“Come!” I said, and hit him again.
It turned me on so much I felt myself starting to climax. But I didn’t want that yet. When a second later the Man in Black filled me to the brim, letting out a mighty roar, and I felt his arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing me against him, he tore off the sleeping mask and kissed me greedily. He moved his hands over my ass and rocked my hips gently.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.
“I know,” he replied, moving my hips faster. “Hit me!” he hissed. With the mask off, when he could see me clearly, I was suddenly afraid to do it.
“Fucking hit me!” he roared, and I slapped him again.
As my hand connected with his face, I felt a tsunami wave of orgasm rolling over me. I wasn’t able to move anymore—my whole body was spasming, with every muscle taut and hard as steel. Massimo was impaling me on himself hard and fast until I grew limp and collapsed into his arms in a heap. As we sat in silence, he stroked my back very gently.
“When did you free your hands?” I asked, my face resting on his shoulder.
“As soon as you were done with the tying,” he replied, laughing. “You’re not particularly good at this, Laura. I, on the other hand, am something of an expert on tying and untying.”
“So why didn’t you use your hands earlier?”
“I knew something I did or said angered you. I decided to allow you to blow off some steam. I was certain you wouldn’t do me any harm. You missed me, remember?” he said, pushing himself to his feet with me still wrapped around him. Kissing me on the lips, cheeks, and hair, he carried me to the bathroom. He put me down in the shower and turned the water on. “We should go lie down,” he said, spreading soap over my skin. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I can’t deny I’d rather keep fucking you until morning, but evidently you haven’t used that sweet pussy for some time, and I think it’s had enough for now,” he said, delicately washing me, trailing his hand between my legs. “You’re very aggressive. It turns you on, baby girl, doesn’t it?” His hands stopped, and his eyes pierced me.
“I just like rough sex,” I replied, grabbing him by the testicles. “What you do in bed is a kind of game—you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want. Within reason, of course,”
I continued fondling his balls. “It’s only a bit of fun, not a matter of life and death.”
“We’ll be happy together, Laura. You’ll see,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
CHAPTER 9
When I opened my eyes, soft light fell into the room through the closed blinds. I was alone in the immense bed, which still smelled of sex. Thinking of last night made me sweat. I didn’t know if that had been a good decision—if I should have done it—but it had happened, and mulling it over wouldn’t change anything.
The fact was that I really had been missing Massimo, and what he had done by saving my life showed me just how important I was to him. At long last someone was treating me like I wanted. Like a princess—someone valuable and important. I stayed in bed for a while, trying to figure out why I’d lost it yesterday, and I realized that the only thing that really ticked me off in this situation was that Massimo had threatened my family. I tried explaining his behavior with the fact that I would have escaped him if he hadn’t made that threat, which would make it impossible for him to get to know me better. This was confusing. I shook my head, chasing away all thoughts too gloomy for this time of day.
The door swung open and Massimo greeted me with a smile. He was wearing white knee-length shorts and a white tank top. His feet were bare and his hair wet. I purred softly, seeing him, and stretched out, kicking the sheets off with my feet. He walked over to the bed, sweeping me with his gaze.
“Sleeping seems to be your favorite thing, eh?” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
I put my arms up and stretched out some more, ostentatiously flexing my body.
“I love to sleep,” I replied, smiling.
The Man in Black rolled me over, his hand on my hip, and smacked me on the ass. Holding me with one hand by the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow, he leaned over and whispered to my ear, “You’re provoking me again, baby girl.” Well, he wasn’t wrong there.
The hand resting on my buttock slid down, spreading my thighs. His long, slender fingers slid inside me.
“What have you been thinking just now? You’re wet,” he said.
I pushed my butt upward, and his fingers started to move inside me. He stood, keeping his eyes on me, looking at his hand working in me.
“Oh, just that if not for that implant of yours I would be ovulating now and would have been wet all day long,” I said with a smile, rocking my hips.
Massimo’s expression changed—he was clearly pleased.
“I’d like to take my pants off and fuck you from behind, leaning you against that window,” he said, pulling his fingers out. Then he pressed a button on a panel adjoining the bed, and the room was flooded with light.
“So you could enjoy the view. But you’re too swollen down there after our night. Besides, the guy that’s supposed to teach us scuba diving is already here, so we don’t have as much time as I would have wanted.” He licked his fingers. “Fabio brought him in too early. Come on.”
Massimo snatched me from the bed and threw me over his shoulder. Crossing the room, he grabbed the bathrobe and covered me with it. He headed down the passageway and I wiggled in his grip, unable to stop laughing. We passed a series of identical doors and some surprised staff members. I don’t know what Massimo’s expression must have been as I dangled from his back, but I suspect it was as serious as it got. After a while, we reached my berth. Massimo put me down and tossed the bathrobe onto the bed.
“I think I’ll give the staff a day off, just so you can go around naked,” he said, slapping my butt.
There was a tray laden with food on the table, and next to it jugs of tea, cocoa, and milk and a bottle of Moët Rosé.
“Interesting choice for a breakfast,” I said, pouring myself some cocoa. “I think champagne should become a staple of my everyday menu.”
“I already know you like champagne. And I suspect you’ll like some of the other things here.”
I sent him a questioning look, and Massimo leaned against the window and grimaced.
“When my people were packing your things back in Warsaw, there were two cups in the sink—one had some cocoa in it, and the second was filled with tea, with milk. Somehow I don’t think your ex liked either of those beverages. But who knows?” He shrugged. “What’s important is that you like at least one of them. Besides, you drank them in Rome, too. So it wasn’t that hard to guess,” he added, walking over to the cooler with the champagne.
“You’ll start boozing right now, I presume?” I asked, sipping from my mug.
Massimo took the ice-filled bucket and put it down to the floor.
“No, I’m only making some space for myself,” he replied, sliding the tea and milk jugs away.
“I thought I’d be able to control myself, but since you’re still stark naked, I find it rather hard to focus. So I’m going to lay you on the table and take you. Delicately, yet resolutely.”