Page 31 of The Sicuro

“I can’t.” I gasp out as I’m trying to slow it, but my body is taking control of me, my hips thrusting harder, I want to release the high that’s building, I’m at the precipice of climax. His hands gripping my arse cheeks, eyes locked on me, watching me ride him.

“I’m coming.” I pant out, I can’t stop it, my eyes clinch shut, and my head falls back, I come exploding around his dick, my momentum starts to slow and as it does, he takes control and pushes me back and forth.

“Don’t stop.” He grits out. My body is still high from my orgasm, my pussy sensitive, he continues to make me thrust back and forth, pulling, and pushing me by my hips, I’m ascending back to my peak again, and I take back control pushing harder and harder.

“Good girl.” His words send me higher, the enjoyment I get from pleasing him is like no other. He grips my waist and I feel his body tense, he comes, and I feel him fill me as he groans, causing me to flood around him again, I fall onto his chest, trying to catch my breath. Wrapping his arms around me he turns us ontoour side, adjusting himself so that he can pull me close into him. I feel my eyes start to close, tired but satisfied. He brushes my hair off my face and places a kiss on my temple before I fall to sleep.

I wake to him running his knuckles down my cheek.

“Coffee on the bedside table, I need to get some work done before we go out later.”

I check the time, it’s gone 11am. I had the best sleep I’ve had in a while.

“OK.”

“I need Anders, but David is in the cabin and will get you anything you need. I’ll be back here at 4pm for us to go for dinner.”

It seems early to go for dinner, but I assume that we are going somewhere that isn’t close by. He leans in and kisses me before he goes off to work. Is this what being in a relationship is like? Apart from the fact I’ve watched him kill someone I think it might be.

I spent my morning feeling content with things and looking forward to getting out of the house. David checked on me as expected, I offered him coffee, which he accepted then took back to the cabin, he’s not one for sticking around. I train which reminds me that I want to have the ‘gym’ refurbished, so I email Miss Burnett, who is more than happy to accommodate me and visit when is most suitable for me. I tentatively arrange for her to come later in the week, as I know I’ll need to run it passed Gabriel, to ensure that Anders or David is free.

I have a light brunch, then make my way to decide what to wear for dinner. Gabriel told me to dress nice, so I look through my clothes. I did order some new ones after I lost everything but nothing overly fancy, I used my own money so didn’t want to spend a fortune. When they arrived Gabriel asked why I didn’t buy any dresses or something that he could take me out in, I told him that I didn’t see anything I liked. He soon clicked on that I hadn’t used the card that he left me and told me I should have. I don’t mind when it’s to sort the house, it is effectively his and I just live here. Remembering that when I packed my bag to first come and stay, I packed the dress and shoes he bought me the first time he took me out. I thought it may have been needed. Perfect, plus I love that dress. Pulling it out of the wardrobe I hang it so I can steam it. I’m glad I gave myself plenty of time to get ready.

After I’ve sorted the dress, I get myself showered, ensuring that every part of me, from top to toe is in pristine condition. I like taking care of myself, I always have but now that someone sees it and enjoys it, I get even more satisfaction from it.

Before I start to style my hair, I check the time and decide that a glass of wine while I get ready would be good.

It’s about 3.30pm and my phone pings, alerting me to a message.

Gabriel

Fuck, Sorry I got caught up with applications.

I am leaving now.

Kelcie

Don’t tell the driver to speed to get here.

I’m not going anywhere.

I know that he will sense the sarcasm in my message, kind of hoping he wants to ‘punish’ me for it. He’s here quickly, walking in with a mischievous grin, so I know he ignored the fact I told him not to rush.

I’m sat at the breakfast bar, ready in the dress with a wine for me and a whisky ready for him. He hums in satisfaction as he looks me up and down.

“Fuck, that dress on you.” My nipples were already hard at the sound he made.

“You look amazing.” He runs his hands down my side and onto my hips as he leans in and kisses me.

“Thank you.” I reply softly.

“I’ll be quick, just going to get ready.” He takes a drink of the whisky and then goes upstairs. He’s back in record time, hair still damp.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” My eyes lock on his. A couple of sarcastic comments are ready to be spilled out, but I refrain.

“I don’t mind waiting for you.”

“We need to swing into The Sicuro, I left my wallet when I was rushing out.”

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