Reality Bites - Wattys 2018 Shortlist

Chapter 62 - He Recognized Himself

Dimitri roared and was out of the chair in an instant, his eyes wild in a way I'd never seen them before. Standing above me at his full height, I was reminded just how frightening he could be. It wasn't that I was scared of him – far from it – but at that moment I recognized that he was a large, powerful man capable of just about anything. A man who'd just been pushed beyond the limits of his endurance. Looking up, I saw Dimitri minus his self-control.

He'd hinted at this dark side of himself before. After he'd beaten up Nikita. When he'd described spiraling out of control after he'd lost Ivan. There was a second of it after the disastrous lunch when we'd told Mom about our love. And now I understood why he'd been so good at helping me with the effects of spirit. How Dimitri had instinctively known when to push me to train harder and when to hold back. In my darkness, he recognized his own.

I'd expected him to throw himself upon me, so I was surprised when he stopped to peel his shirt and pants off - his eyes upon mine the whole time. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he pushed my legs apart, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me roughly against him. His eyes looked menacing, but I wasn't frightened. If I was brutally honest, I was excited. I'd always felt there was a part of himself Dimitri held back from me, and I'd often wondered just how far I could push him. Tonight I had my answer.

I'd always been so available to him. So keen to experience whatever he'd let himself enjoy with me. I should have known the best way to bring out the rage in him was to deny him the very thing he'd formerly been so skilled at denying himself.

Me.

His lips were upon me, his tongue forcing its way to mine. Growling with impatience, Dimitri lifted me by the waist, pushing me back against the bed. He was ravenous and would not be satisfied until he'd claimed his prize.

His hips were grinding against mine – his erection pressed flat against my sodden slit. Pulling back to look at me for a moment, in his eyes I saw everything he wanted to do to me. And good God how much I wanted him to do it. My breath was ragged, coming in heady pants. I was barely able to satisfy my body's need for oxygen, lost as I was in the comprehension of Dimitri's desire.

Lowering his mouth to above one breast, he bit me savagely, at the same time ramming his thick cock home inside me. There was pleasure and pain everywhere. I literally screamed from the intensity of what he was making me feel. Muttering something thickly in Russian he bit me again and again as he rammed his cock deeply – claiming my dripping pussy for his own.

Pulling out of me, I cried out, desperate for him to continue. To dominate me.

"On your knees – hold the bedhead" Dimitri ordered in a low, urgent voice that didn't even sound like his. Obliging him instantly, my eyelids fluttered as he entered me from behind. Grabbing my hips in a vise-like grip, he was sliding in and out of me so fast and hard I could barely keep up with him. While we'd been together enough times for me to be familiar with the way Dimitri felt inside me, something about tonight was different. Foreign. It was like no matter how much he gave me it was not enough. Or was it that it was too much? I couldn't string my thoughts together to make up my mind.

Every single part of my body was tense. There was stimuli coming from so many different directions; I just couldn't process it. The sound of his skin slapping mine again and again combined with the cast iron bedstead smacking against the wall with each of his thrusts sounded almost like gunshots. When combined with the sound of my wailing, and his own furious growls, the result was a confusing cacophony.

I could feel Dimitri's fingers digging into my hips, and there was a mystifying dampness on my chest where he'd bitten me. I wasn't sure whether he'd broken the skin, or whether I just assumed he had because of the smell of blood in the air. Actually, I could taste blood too - so maybe it was from where I'd bitten my lower lip? When had I done that? I wasn't sure I could wrap my head around it all. I opened my eyes to look at my chest and immediately realized I shouldn't have. The extra sensory input was just too much.

It tipped me over the edge.

My orgasm was like an explosion. None of the usual ripples of pleasure starting at my cunt and radiating outwards. It felt like simultaneous detonations that obliterated everything. I heard Dimitri calling out my name in desperation, plunging himself into me as far as he could and holding himself there as his cock pumped his cum into me.

Wrapping his arms around me from behind, while still within me, Dimitri pulled me against him - my back against his front. Twisting slightly, he threw us on to our sides on the bed. I closed my eyes to try to minimize my overloaded senses. I could feel Dimitri's heart thudding in his chest where my back rested against it, so I decided to focus on that. As his heartbeat slowed, I calmed down. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of him withdrawing from me. I gave a little whimper, but it faded in a moment as I was sucked into sleep.