One last thrust, and she comes with a soundless gasp. Her pretty lips part as her whole face pulls into a mask of ecstasy. It’s my cue to let go. Hot ribbons of cum erupt from the sensitive crest of my cock, filling up her ass. The release is so powerful that, for a moment, I go weak.
Katerina’s upper body collapses on the mattress. I follow her down, careful not to pull out too suddenly and hurt her. Supporting my weight on my arms, I cover her body with mine and kiss her shoulder. It takes a few moments before our breathing starts to calm, and I stay inside her, reveling at the possession. I’ve marked her in yet another way. Call me primitive, but it’s hugely satisfying.
I brush a kiss over her temple. “How are you doing, my love?”
“Mm.”
Her lethargic response makes me smile. “Take a breath and hold it. Blow it out when I tell you.” I push up onto my arms. “Breathe out slowly, kiska.”
I pull out gently as she exhales. Cool air washes over my cock. Already, I miss the heat of her body.
“Don’t move,” I say, caressing her firm globes as I get to my feet.
We need a shower, but it can wait a few minutes. I’ve thoroughly worn her out.
In the bathroom, I wet a facecloth and grab a towel. Gently, I clean her up. I even have enough brain cells left to call Lena and tell her to prepare a tray with the dinner and leave it in front of the bedroom door.
As I settle next to Katerina on the bed and pull her close, I can’t help but bask in the knowledge that I own her on every physical level. It’s only fair, seeing that she owns me, heart and soul. The words I never thought I’d say to any woman are on the tip of my tongue, threatening to spill over my lips, but she’s already dozing off and this is hardly the moment.
I don’t say things I don’t mean. I don’t make promises lightly. The day I tell Katerina I love her is the day I’ll put a ring on her finger. The words are sacred. They deserve to be saved for a special occasion. And since she may not be on board with where I plan to take our relationship, she may need the consolation of those words when she realizes that in this matter also, I’m not giving her a choice.
18
Kate
One day rolls into the next, and before I know it, it’s Thanksgiving. Nobody celebrates it in Russia, of course—it’s a purely North American holiday—but I can’t help thinking about the big home-cooked meal I’d be having with my mom if it weren’t for the fact that she’s at the treatment center while I’m halfway across the world. Worse yet, I might not see her for Christmas.
Alex must notice my mood because he encourages me to call my mom that evening, something I’m always more than happy to do. He has Lena make a cup of hot chocolate for me and then considerately gives me privacy.
By now, he trusts me enough to believe I won’t ask my mom to contact the embassy or something along those lines.
Once I’m settled on the sofa with the cup of hot chocolate in my hands, I dial my mom.
“Hey, honey,” she says, sounding out of breath. “How are you?”
“We’re good. More importantly, how are you?”
“Great. We’ve just finished an aerobics session in the heated pool. The water is marvelous. Oh, and guess what? I’m losing more weight. My pants are so loose I’ll have to go on a shopping spree soon.”
I smile at her enthusiasm. “How’s the treatment going? Are you feeling an improvement?”
“Absolutely. The diet makes a huge difference. I love the holistic approach here. It makes so much more sense than simply swallowing a few pills. I’m doing an electronic detox at the same time, and a break from social media is doing me wonders.” She lowers her voice. “I dare say, I love the doctor the most. Dr. Hendricks is a charming man, not to mention brilliant. He’s done so much for people suffering from my condition.”
“Yeah, well, it’s okay to admire him. Just don’t take it beyond the professional.”
She utters a forced little cough.
“Mom!” I press a hand to my forehead. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
“We haven’t taken things to a physical level if that’s what you’re worried about. We felt we should wait until after the treatment. It wouldn’t be professional, you know, to take it further now.”
I leave my drink on the coffee table and shift to the edge of my seat. “You make it sound serious.”
“Don’t worry, honey. We’re just enjoying each other’s company and having fun. I’m not planning on marrying him.”
“Still, I don’t think it’s a good idea to flirt with the staff.”