Page 21 of Corrupted Guilt

What was I thinking? I was trying to forget tonight, to bury myself in his body and leave the disturbing memories of Petya behind. I just felt so grateful to him for helping me, for being so tender. That perfect mix of tender and asshole that I find so intoxicating.

I bit back my stinging tears and towel myself dry with the huge fluffy towel Yuri left me.

My back hurts and as I stand with my back to the mirror I can see why. The purple-black bruise is spreading, carmine in a few spots where the asphalt rash tore the skin but all around those spots purple.

I shudder, then pull on a luxurious white bathrobe, and head to the bedroom.

The room is beautiful: decorated in a sophisticated style with a four-poster bed and an antique-looking dresser. When I was thinking about escape, I didn’t really pay much attention to the care it must have taken in preparing all this for me. It a beautiful room with a beautiful bath attached the house is a fortress – all for me. To keep me safe from people like Petya or worse. I take a deep breath, trying to settle down. Everything’s going to be OK, I tell myself.

I fall back on the soft bed and sigh. My body is still aching with lust from his touch. Every moment when he was washing my hair felt charged. Even now, my nipples tighten remembering. I was so turned on; I couldn’t believe it.

I can’t deny my feelings. The way my body responded under his hands. The pure animal heat that set me on fire. His touch felt so good, so natural.

I could hardly hold back from dragging him into the tub with me. The whole time he was washing my hair, I wanted his hands on my breasts. His strong fingers on my aching clit. His cock sliding in and out of me to some wild, unstoppable rhythm.

It was like being touched for the first time. My body wakes up from a deep sleep.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way. So alive. Every nerve tingling with desire and pleasure.

No one has never touched me that way, so deliberate and sensual.

I was in the tub, I swore I could feel his excitement like some invisible force between us, drawing us together like magnets.

My body wants him. So does the rest of me. I’ve had him, but it feels different somehow now.

Slipping off the soft robe and now completely naked, I stretch out on the bed, my hands stroking my skin. Running over the fullness of my breasts. I reach down, finding my most sensitive spot. I stroke softly, and the pressure sends shivers through me.

Yuri is the worst sort of roller coaster. He fucks me on the lawn the first time, when I really needed anything but sex. Tonight, it’s romantic, I need to be held, to be fucked to just forget, and he’s a perfect gentleman. What the hell?

I’m furious with him, but also already wet, thinking about him. He’s just down the hallway, so close, makes me so nuts… he could come in and find me like this at any minute… poke his head in and see me spread on the bed, touching myself. The thought makes me hotter. I dip my fingers into myself, dragging my slick fingers up over my clit. Hot bursts of pleasure spread through me.

He would stand in the doorway, watching me. Not doing anything at first, just let his eyes rove over me in that smoldering way they have. Then, when I was moaning out loud, he would cross the room and—

I must fall asleep as soon as I’m done because it was one of those dreams where I knew I was dreaming, but still powerless to stop or change anything. In the dream I was at the bottom of a sheer rock cliff, and above me stood Petya, smiling, laughing, yelling. My back hurt in the dream, and in the dream, I was lying down, not standing, lying on my back on something hard and uncomfortable. It was an uncomfortable dream, with sore backs and loud noises. And Petya’s eyes filled with vicious amusement.

I wake up screaming from those eyes.

My bedroom is black, but there’s a blacker section of black, near my bed. For a moment I think it’s Petya.

Then I hear Yuri speaking calmly, tenderly: “It’s me,” he says. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

He sits down next to me, and I grab for his arm.

“I had a bad dream,” I tell him.

“I know.Petya?”

I nodded.

“Forget about him, I’m here and I won’t let him get to you again.” I do feel safer after he says that, and the way his fingers trail up and down my arm, soothingly. “I still can’t believe your father …”

Please,” I say. I don’t want to think about that part. Not at all. It’s so disturbing I need to replace it with something. With Yuri. I need his comfort and how he makes me feel safe, and I want the rest of him, too. Something physical to concentrate on so I don’t have to think anymore. Something to tire me out so I can sleep and not dream.

I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck, bringing his lips down to meet mine and stop talking. I bring his hand down to my hip and let it rest there.

I get an inkling of what a horrible mistake this is, that he’ll make me pay for this deeply in the not-so-distant-future, but I don’t care.

I need this now. Needhimnow.

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