Chapter 17 – Celine
I drew the two sides of my oversized shirt over my body as I walked down the hall in silence. My feet were soundless against the cool floor as I made my way back to my room.
Across the corridor, Konstantin stood sentinel, watching me with a blank expression on his mean face. Maybe he’d heard us. Maybe he hadn’t. I honestly couldn’t care less at this point.
I never went to Artur’s office with the hopes of getting laid. I just wanted to talk with him about my situation and my purpose here. However, when I saw him seated on that couch, looking all serious and buff, something awakened inside me.
As I ignored Konstantin’s intense gaze while turning the corner back to my room, the crazy things I did tonight came flashing in my head. I should be ashamed of myself for losing control the way that I did. Yet I couldn’t help feeling so satisfied.
For the first time, I let loose. I allowed myself to express my innermost desires without restraints. There was just something about the way he touched me tonight that awakened the sleeping lioness. I didn’t think that I had it in me to be wild and crazy—free and dangerous.
I saw the look of surprise in his eyes when I began displaying my madness. He was shocked. But at the same time, he loved it. The things I said echoed in the back of my mind as I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open.
Once inside, I leaned back against the door, a hand on my chest, with a small grin playing across my face. I didn’t realize how much I missed having him inside me until he slid in.
The sex was different tonight.
Rough.
Wild.
Crazy.
And therapeutic.
It was the expression I never knew I needed. All that anger, rage, and loneliness I felt vanished into thin air. Gone. Just like that. Puff. Clearly, the cure to my boredom and sadness was in his pants this whole time.
This happened to be my favorite oversized shirt, and he ruined it because he was horny. My smile broadened when I remembered the hunger in his eyes. It was hot, though, seeing him lose control like a beast.
Unlike the last time, he wasn’t gentle tonight. No. He fucked me as though he was punishing me. He hit me so hard that I lost my sense of reasoning.
The cowgirl ride was good.
But that backstroke…that was incredible!
Fuckin’ spectacular!
I absolutely loved it!
Fuck!
It was my first time getting hit from the back, and the experience was mind-blowing. I guess that’s my new favorite style. I should be mad at myself for letting this happen again. But I couldn’t find it in me to be angry or sad. He made sure of that.
My peaks were tingling, as was my burning cunt, my heart swelling with a strange sense of satisfaction. I took off my ruined shirt and walked butt-naked into the bathroom.
As the water washed down my body, tracing my curves and contours, I felt the remnants of stress and anxiety dissolving. Once done, I stepped out, dried my skin and hair, then snuggled under the sheets.
I hugged a pillow to my chest, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep. Before now, I used to struggle to fall asleep. Yet tonight, having run such a marathon, my mind, spirit, and body were all relaxed.
The sleep was peaceful. So peaceful.
***
Over the next couple of days, things returned to normal, and we began fucking more frequently. The more we had sex, the more addicted to him I became. And vice versa. At the end of every session, he would empty himself into me.
I knew it was risky taking all of his load. But I’d become so addicted that my brain was no longer functioning as it was supposed to. I didn’t only love his cock in or outside my pussy. I also developed an insatiable craving to always feel his warmth deep inside me.
It made me feel a certain way, although I was yet to find the right word to describe it. I was certain that it would eventually land me in so much trouble. But during sex, my brain always abandoned me. Always.