Page 52 of Forgotten Deal

Fabio lets out a string of curse words—both in English and Italian—before he hammers inside me one final time, a guttural cry leaving his lips as warm spurts of cum fills my pussy.

Good God, I really might not be able to walk out of this house by the time he’s finished with me.

Fabio

I shoot what feels like the biggest load of my life, and I pull out of Katerina when my dick eventually softens. Scooping her limp body up in my arms, I carry her to the bed, laying her down. “Deep breath for me.” She does as I ask, and I gently remove the plug before climbing in beside her.

“How long have you been into pet play?” Katerina asks me with a scratchy voice, smiling against my chest.

“Since I saw you at the party with your face painted,” I admit, wrapping my arms around her tighter.

She looks up at me. “Aww. That’s weirdly sweet.”

I playfully nip at her bottom lip. “Was it too weird for you?”

“No. I wouldn’t want to have sex like that all the time, but it was fun. Something different. And strangely erotic,” she admits.

I smile smugly. Looks like I’ll be adding a few more accessories for my pet next time. “You were amazing. Better than any fantasy,” I praise her.

“Thanks. I tried my best not to talk. Maybe don’t fuck me so good next time,” she says with a little laugh.

“I can’t help it. Me and you together, we’re just good.”

“Mmm,” she agrees.

Grabbing her chin and pressing my lips to hers, I pull back. “Tell me about your fantasy.”

“Nope. Not part of the deal, Mr. Mazza. Despite your earlier threat, I need to be able to walk out of this house tomorrow to go to work. My knees are sore. My ass is sore. My pussy’s sore. Not to mention you’ve covered me in hickeys.”

I take her hand, running the pads of her fingers over the red scratch marks on my left peck.

“Poor baby,” she mocks. “There’s only room for one pussy in this thing between us.”

I bark out a laugh.

“Besides,” she continues, “What are you complaining about? My handiwork looks good on you.”

“No complaints here,” I tell her. “And ‘this thing’ between us? Me and you—all in. You’re my girl.” I want to make that clear before this weekend ends.

“I’m your girl,” she says with a smile, and I feel like I’ve hit the fucking jackpot.

Cupping her cheeks, I kiss her again. “I’m sorry you’re sore. Let me run you a bath.” I scoot out of bed and hustle to the bathroom, turning on the tub. Returning to the bedroom, I pick Katerina up and carry her bridal-style to the tub.

“A girl could get used to this,” she says with a contented sigh.

“I don’t know who told you otherwise, but you deserve to be treated like a queen.” Katerina ducks her head, but I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. Kissing her to demonstrate I mean every single one of those words, I pull back and tell her, “Why don’t you soak for a bit, and I’ll order takeout for my pet.”

She narrows her eyes. “I’m your girl, not your pet.”

“Huh.” I look pointedly at her bruised knees sticking up from the water.

“Malákas.” She splashes water at me, but I jump back just in time, chuckling as I walk out.

Chapter

Nineteen

Fabio

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