Page 69 of The Way You Hurt Me

Like he loves me for me.

Still. After seeing what he's set out, I decide a little bit of makeup can't go amiss. He chose stockings and a harness, the kind he can use to tie me up, or secure my handcuffs to.

Fuck, yes.

He's also set out a blindfold. I put it on, and carefully make my way back to the room , feeling like I'm worth a hundred million dollars.

Like I'm everything.

Then I step into the light, knowing he's watching me.

EpilogueTwo

Almost instantly, I know something is different tonight, though I'd be hard-pressed to pinpoint why at first.

"You look breathtaking, petal," Dimitri assures me. "Doesn't she, my good friend?"

"Fuck. Yeah, she…yeah."

I know that voice.

I know that voice and my heart is racing in my chest.

It can't be him. It's just not possible.

Right?

"We have a guest, tonight. He's right on the bed. How do you feel like greeting him for me?"

I make myself step toward where I know the bed is, until my leg hits it; then I crawl over it.

Legs, in pants. A belt. A silk shirt under some knitwear so soft and thick.

Expensive.

Just like this smell.

I tell myself Dimitri likely is playing with me tonight. He knows me well. He just set this up to make it feel like I'm fucking the second man I've dreamed of for years; the one I never truly thought I'd touch. The forbidden, inaccessible, completely inappropriate one.

And yes, that wasn't a man ten years my senior.

That was…

"Go on, petal. Show him how good you are with your mouth."

The belt has been discarded, the pants, opened, and there's a hard, thick cock right under my fingers. I bring my mouth to it, wrapping my lips around it and sucking in.

How did he manage to replicate that exact smell? Maybe he asked which cologneheuses. That must be it.

"Oh, god. I'm going to hell."

That voice.

Fingers thread through my hair, too gentle, not holding on as hard as I'm used to.

"We're all on our way there," Dimitri retorts. “Might as well enjoy the ride."

And then he's behind me, his cock pressing into my eager, desperate pussy, as I blow the stranger—it must be a stranger—like his cock's the best lollipop I've ever had the pleasure of tasting. Fucking delicious. I slobber all over it, taking it deep despite my gag reflex, my hands massaging his balls.

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