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Slowly, never taking her eyes off mine, she begins to touch herself. I can see how wet she is, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to ignore her command and get up, to claim what’s mine. But I have to admit, watching her pleasure herself again is incredibly sexy and reminds me of our first night together.

She expertly plays with her clit while thrusting her fingers in and out of her vagina, moaning softly as she does so. I can tell exactly the message that she’s trying to portray, she doesn’t need me to get off, she knows the power her body has over me, and she only lets me enjoy her on her terms. My cock is so hardit’s almost painful and I can’t help but touch myself too while I watch her.

“You’re fucking incredible,koketka,” I groan, amazed by how much just looking at her turns me on.

Her eyes close and her head tilts back as she brings herself to orgasm. My ego is pleased to note that she doesn’t cry out as loudly, nor orgasm for as long as she does when I’m the one fucking her.

I worry for a moment that this is it, she’s going to leave now she’s cum to teach me a lesson. If that was the plan, I’m happy that she decides not to act on it. Perhaps she is as hungry for more as I am. She gets up and comes over toward me, straddling me and guiding my cock inside her warm, wet slit.

“Fuck,” I groan, enjoying how amazing it feels to be inside her again.

I grip her ass, moving her hips back and forth and trying to guide her up and down my cock but she quickly removes them. “Don’t make me tie them behind your back,” she teases.

It seems she’s still firmly in the driver’s seat. I decide to sit back and enjoy the ride.

She grinds on me tantalizingly slowly, looking me in the eye the whole time. Going this slowly, I can feel everything even more acutely. I’m more aware of how well we fit together, how fucking good this feels. She thrusts her breasts in my face, and I eagerly kiss and suck on them, hungry to be able to touch her with something other than my cock.

“Mm, yes,” she groans, reaching down to play with her clit as she rides me.

I don’t know why I ever considered going to fuck someone else. Right now, it feels like Kim is the only woman I could ever possibly want. I feel her pussy tightening as she increases the speed, her breathing getting heavier as she moans louder. I can tell she’s close. I’m glad since I feel like I’m about to explode at any moment.

“Cum with me, Yaroslav,” she moans, leaning in to kiss me.

I hungrily kiss her back, knowing full well that her command is about to be met any second now yet not wanting the pleasure to end. She cries out, reaching her climax at the same time as I reach mine, cumming harder than I have in a while. She kisses me again, pulling away and looking into my eyes.

“You might say I belong to you, Yaroslav, but don’t forget that you’re mine just as much as I am yours,” she murmurs.

Fuck. She’s right. How did that happen?

Chapter 23

Kimberly

Today is the day. My three weeks here are up. It’s time for me to go home, back to reality. I don’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand, I’m keen to leave. The longer I’m gone, the harder it will be for me to return to my normal life. Already I’m worried there won’t be a job waiting for me.

After the night when I took control, I thought perhaps things had changed between us, but Yaroslav went right back to being distant and dominant. He’s mostly been out working all day and the only times I do see him I can’t resist his sexual allure and fall back into bed with him, despite promising myself not to. It feels like sex is the only thing Yaroslav wants from me. He might want me to stay now, but how long will that last? What happens once he gets bored of fucking me and finds someone else? I’ll be out on my ass, broke and jobless.

Which is why I can’t stay.

And yet, part of me can’t bear the thought of leaving. It’s not the luxury I’ll miss, although that is a bonus, it’s the people I’ve connected with here. I’ll miss David, who I’ve been spending most days with recently, and Alheri who I’m still developing a tentative friendship with. But most of all, I’ll miss Yaroslav. For all his flaws, I see a goodness in him and a sorrow that he tries to hide.

But that’s also why I can’t stay because, if I’m being honest with myself, it’s more than just sex for me. I can’t denythe fact that I’ve developed feelings for Yaroslav. Feelings that I’m scared aren’t reciprocated. I should leave now before my heart gets broken.

I start to pack up my things. I asked Yaroslav the other day if it would be possible for me to borrow the phone once I leave for a little while until I was able to buy a new one and he was offended by the suggestion I wasn’t planning to keep it. He was adamant that everything he’s given me here is mine to keep, that they’re gifts. It seems too generous, but he pointed out that he has no use for them, and they’d only be thrown away or donated otherwise, that they’re mine to do with as I see fit. So, I’ve decided to accept them. As I’m neatly folding clothes and placing them into the beautiful Louis Vuitton luggage I found in the wardrobe, I hear a knock at the door.

“Come in, it’s open,” I call out.

I turn around to see David entering the room. He’s casually dressed in sweatpants and a well-worn AC/DC tee and is barefoot. David might look like his brother, but sometimes their differences are glaringly obvious. I’ve never seen Yaroslav wearing anything casual, he’s either in a suit, trousers and a shirt, or naked.

“Hi Kimmy,” he says with a grin, “Whatcha up to?”

“Hey David, nothing much, just packing.”

“Packing? Are we going on a vacation?” he asks, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect of an impromptu trip.

I smile, amused as always by his childlike nature. “I wish. But no, I’m just packing up my stuff because I have to go home today.”

The smile drops from his face, replaced by a frown. “Leaving? What do you mean, leaving? You can’t go!” he cries, rocking anxiously side to side and starting to pace.

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