Caterina

There really wasn't anything worth any importance hidden around Dolion's home. Because, yes, I did snoop through his things. He left me here with nothing to occupy myself with other than television, which was only so entertaining for so long.

After going through a few things in the home, I showered and took a nap, sleeping off the effects of the drastic time change. Now I stand in Dolion's massive kitchen, raiding his pantry. There's only a few things to choose from, everything needing stocked after Dolion was away with me elsewhere.

I can't help but wonder why he has so many cooking ingredients when he basically told me he can't cook or bake worth a shit. There are ingredients in here to make peanut butter cookies, and I have to fight with myself internally not to do it. So, instead I grab an unopened bag of nacho cheese flavored chips. Next I stop at the freezer, the fridge is, unsurprisingly, empty other than condiments. But the freezer has a few frozen single dinners in it, I snatch out the alfredo and toss it in the microwave and wait for it to heat up, snacking on the chips.

Rummaging through the cabinets I find the cups and get myself a glass of water from the sink, around the same time the food finishes cooking, the microwave alerting me with a loud, annoying beep.

I sit at the dining room table and eat, not wanting to be rude and drag all the food upstairs to the room like I would if I was at my apartment. Oh God, my fucking apartment. I wonder what Ryan thought when he came back and noticed I wasn't there, would he even notice until rent was due is the real question. Would he care? Would he just replace me with someone else on the lease? Do I even have an apartment to go back to after this? Is anyone even looking for me?

Well, these are depressing thoughts I didn't need while here alone. I clean up after myself and head upstairs to Dolion's room. After I had checked out both rooms earlier I picked his.

The bed is massive with a soft bronze colored duvet blanket, with black and grey pillows, the frame is simple, sleek, and made of a dark stained wood. The floors are black wooden panels, an expensive looking area rug is placed beneath the bed and stretches out across most of the room. All the walls are painted black, with bronze accents throughout the room. It's dark, but cozy feeling at the same time. The large bay windows help keep the room feeling open, despite all the dark colors.

And then there's a gas fireplace on the far right wall, all I have to do is flip a switch and it turns on. I prefer wood burning fireplaces, but I can see why one like this would be nice. With the flip of a switch I can have a nice fire going. What really sold me on taking over Dolion's room was the huge master bathroom with the large soaker tub.

It was around mid-day when Dolion left me, and now it's almost eleven at night. I'm not sure why I keep glancing out the window, hoping I see his sleek black car pull up out front. I've repeatedly told myself it's simply because I don't like being alone for long periods of time, but deep down I know that I want Dolion's annoying ass here with me.

What is it about him..

I grab my bag and pull out the other pajama bottoms I have, frowning. I purposely picked out pajama pants, knowing I'd be sharing a room with Dolion at the motel. But now that I'm here alone I dread wearing pants to bed. Sighing, I slip them on anyways, not wanting to sleep naked in Dolion's bed while on my period.

Turning out the lights and making my way over to the windows, I open the heavy bronze colored drapes just enough to let the moonlight in so I'm not sleeping in complete darkness. Pulling back the fluffy bronze duvet blanket, I then climb into the large bed, burying myself in it.

God, this bed is so nice compared to the ones we've been sleeping on here lately.

I smile as I inhale deeply, smelling Dolion on his pillows, despite everything obviously being exceptionally clean. The scent reminds me of warm spices on a cold morning, for lack of a better explanation. I shouldn't bury my face deeper into his pillows as I fall asleep, I shouldn't feel comfortable in his bed, and I shouldn't sleep nearly as well as I do.

But I sleep through the night, not waking even once until the sun shines brightly through the window, waking me with its soft golden light. Refusing to get up right away I lay in bed a bit longer, stretching and enjoying not feeling rushed or like I need to hurry somewhere. It's been too long since I've gotten to just lay in bed and not worry about having to do anything for the day. Being held against my will in a tiny room with nothing doesn't count as relaxing. No, those days were packed full of worry and anxiety. But being here in this house with all these comforts is nice.

Dolion won't be back till tomorrow, so today I'm free to do whatever I want.

Finally getting up for the day I make my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and brush out my hair. To my relief it seems my period is already over. My periods never last more than a few days, which I've always been grateful for.

Now that soaker tub is definitely getting used later. First, breakfast. I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing out a pack of pop tarts, I toss them in the toaster and wait. Dolion better be bringing food back, I'd love something actually fulfilling to eat.

Snacking on my pop tarts I begin grabbing out the few ingredients needed for peanut butter cookies. If I'm going to be stuck here that's fine, but I'm gonna make me some damn cookies, and I'll eat all of them before Dolion gets back tomorrow. I pause for a moment as I measure out the sugar..

Do I have an addiction to sweets? I'll worry about that at another time.

I roll out a dozen cookies on a baking sheet and place it in the oven to bake for around ten minutes. While I wait for them to finish I clean up the kitchen, leaving no trace of the mess I made while baking myself sweets.

Looking around I admire the beautiful kitchen in the gloomy daylight. The cabinets are a lovely dark brown color, the counter tops are white and grey marble, which continues onto the backsplash of the counters. The floors in the kitchen are a deep red, cherry wood, with a few runner rugs throughout the area. It's actually a beautiful space, and I have to say, Dolion has good taste. Not that I'll tell him that, of course.

My father has always paid his employees well, but I'm not sure he pays them this well. Maybe working for my father isn't Dolion's only job. Or perhaps it's his family's money that allows him to live like this. I'm sure I'll ask Dolion some nosy questions upon his return tomorrow.

The timer goes off and I grab an oven mitt, pulling the cookies out of the oven and setting them out to cool. I walk upstairs, making my way into the master bathroom I start the bath tub so the water can heat up. Making my way back into the bedroom I walk over to Dolion's dresser and grab out one of his black T-shirts, it's soft and oversized, and exactly what I'm gonna wear after my bath while I eat cookies and watch rom-coms. If I'm gonna be stuck here I'm going to be comfortable and enjoy it as much as I can.

I walk back downstairs and put all the cookies on a plate and leave them on the kitchen table, then I wash the baking sheet quickly and leave it out to dry. Going back upstairs I undress in the bedroom and make my way into the bathroom where the tub is already full of nice hot water just begging for me to get in.

Slipping into the steamy water I let out a relieved sigh. This is exactly what I needed. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the edge of the bath tub, letting the hot water soothe all my aches and pains. I remain in the water until it begins to cool down, and I reluctantly get out and drain the tub, drying off with one of the large, soft white towels I found.

Once dry, I slip Dolion's shirt on over my head, and just as expected it's perfectly oversized on me, and is going to be much nicer to sleep in tonight instead of those hot pajama pants I wore last night. I slip on some socks to keep my feet warm, and then walk back into the bedroom.

"I'm not sure how I should react, coming home to freshly baked cookies in the kitchen, and you not only just emerging from my bathroom, but wearing one of my shirts, as well." Dolion smiles wickedly at me from where he's perched on the foot of his bed, looking me up and down slowly. I tug at his shirt I have on, hoping it's long enough he can't see the white, lacey underwear I have on.

"You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow." I point out.

"I said I'd try to be back sooner if possible. And damn, I'm glad I was able to come back when I did. You drove me crazy, Caterina. I couldn't keep you off of my mind, the way you teased me before I left. You did it because you knew I wouldn't be able to stay away for two whole fucking nights, didn't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I lie. I did know teasing him would make it near impossible to keep me off of his mind, it's what he deserved for leaving me here alone.

"You're not a very good liar. Now, come lay down on the bed like a good girl for me, princess." He motions for me to come towards him.

My eyes widen and I feel heat begin creeping up my neck, turning my face red. "Excuse me?"

"Unless you don't want to, of course." His eyes darken, and that wicked smile of his remains. I look at him, and then the bed he sits on.

"What are you going to do?" Slowly I inch closer to him, making my way across the room, pausing halfway.

"Only one way to find out, Cat. Come lay down on the bed. You'll be in complete control, all you have to do is tell me no, tell me to stop, and I will. But I can promise you, princess, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more. No other man will ever satisfy you the way I can, Caterina." The dark look in his blue eyes has my knees weak, and the promises he's making has me squeezing my thighs together unintentionally. Fuck..

"So, what'll it be, princess?" Dolion's voice drawls out low and sensually.

I make my way to the edge of the bed, looking at Dolion who watches and waits patiently. My nerves are trying to get the best of me, though. I've been with other men but.. if I'm being honest, none of them made me feel like this.. so fucking nervous. Maybe it's because they were all around my own age and, if I'm being honest, they were inexperienced.

But Dolion is older, and there's no doubt in my mind he's more experienced. The life he lives, the job he has.. I won't admit it to him, but no, I've never been with a man like Dolion before. A man who's taken many lives with his own two hands, a man who deals within darkness. Dolion is dangerous, and maybe that's why I want him so badly. I want someone to test my limits like never before. I want to find out what exactly it is this man has planned for me.

Looking at him once more, I climb onto the bed, sitting down in the center of it.

"Good girl." Oh God he's lucky I don't slap that grin off of his face.. "Now lay down, knees up, legs apart."

"I-you want me to do what?"

"We both know you're going to, so don't make me beg, Caterina." He watches me from the foot of the bed, which only makes me more nervous. Shouldn't he be on the bed with me? "Feeling a bit shy, Cat?" He asks in a teasing tone.

Scowling at him, I lay down as he instructed, my heart beating erratically the entire time. For now, I still have my underwear on, and Dolion's shirt, but I've never felt more exposed as Dolion's heated gaze devours my body.

"It's a shame I have absolutely no talent, because I'd kill to paint you just like this, Caterina. A work of fucking art." I almost tell him I've thought the exact same thing about him on multiple occasions, but I remain silent as Dolion finally joins me on the bed, fully clothed still, and situates himself between my legs. He places a hand on each thigh and slowly trails them up, my breath catches as his finger tip brushes me from the outside of my underwear.

"Lift your hips up for me, princess." I follow his instructions and lift my hips, knowing what he's about to do. He hooks a finger in the waist band of my underwear and slowly pulls them down my legs. Dolion let's out a low groan as he looks at me, and I can feel my face blush, yet again.

"So shy, princess. There's no need to be, though. Not when you're fucking perfect, Caterina." He brushes his thumb over my clit, and my back arches slightly at the soft touch. "So fucking perfect.." Dolion says in a hushed voice as he trails a finger up and down my pussy. "I fucking love how wet you get for me."

I bite my lip, holding back a whimper.

"Mmm, that'll never do, Cat. You're gonna let me hear those pretty noises you make." He presses down on my clit with his thumb, a moan escaping me when he does. "That's better. Now let's see how loud I can make those pretty noises."

Dolion slides a finger inside of me and begins working it in and out of me slowly, gradually building up the tension that's being wound up inside of me. He continues to work his finger in and out of me, and applies pressure to my clit again, pressing into the small bundle of nerves that has my back arching off of the bed as my hands tangle themselves in the blankets. I let out a breathless moan, feeling my orgasm starting to build.

Dolion stops just then, and my eyes snap open to look down where he remains kneeling between my thighs, his eyes already on my face when I look at him.
"What the hell-" I begin to ask in an irritated tone, only to be silenced as Dolion buries his face between my thighs, licking at my wetness as he brings loud whimpers and moans from me.

"Oh!" I don't know what he just did with his tongue just now, but dear- "God.." Oh fuck, that right there, the way he flicks his tongue against my clit has me completely uncaring of how loud I've become as Dolion runs his tongue up and down my pussy.

Oh God.. I'm so close.. I'm going to..

Dolion pulls away right before I reach my orgasm.

"Tu bastardu marciutu!" I sit up straight, shouting at him.

He crawls up over top of me, his eyes dark as an evil grin plays at his lips.
"You can call me a rotten bastard any day, as long as you say it to me like that, princess." He kisses me roughly, and I can taste myself on his lips. I kiss him back, despite my annoyance.

Pulling away, that damn smirk still on his face. "You're insane." I tell him.

"And yet, you haven't stopped me." He slowly makes his way back down my body, nipping at my skin as he goes.

No, I haven't stopped him, yet. He's driving me insane, and I know he knows what he's doing to me. But I can't bring myself to stop him.

Dolion wastes no time as he brings his mouth back to my clit, sucking on it gently. At this point I'm so wound up from not getting to finish everything is so sensitive that I cry out, giving Dolion what he asked for. I've never felt like this before, like if he doesn't let me orgasm this time I might actually have a breakdown and scream, and I'm starting to fucking sweat. But at the same time I've never felt so good, and I can't bring myself to ask him to stop.

He slips a finger into me and slides it in and out as he sucks on my clit gently. I can feel my orgasm starting to build again, and I worry that he'll pull away like the first two times. This is torture.

Biting my lip I try to hold back the fact that my moans are growing louder, more breathless as my body chases that feeling. I'm so close.. Dolion presses his tongue flat against my clit, and something tells me he's about to pull away again.

"Please.. please.." I'm pretty sure I'm begging, just as he promised I would, but I don't care.

I can feel Dolion smile against me as he presses his tongue harder against my clit, his finger still working in and out of me. He's not going to stop this time. Oh God, please don't let him stop this time.

"Please, don't stop.." And thank God, Dolion doesn't stop this time.

My hands grip the blankets as my back arches off of the bed, a moan that sounds closer to a scream making its way past my lips as I have the most mind blowing orgasm. One that leaves my legs shaking, despite the fact I'm laying down in a bed.

"Such a good girl for me, Caterina." He licks me once, twice more, and then kisses my pussy.

Dear fucking God..

Dolion scoops me up in his arms, cradling my back against his chest as I come down from my momentary high. He leaves a trail of soft kisses across the back of my neck as we lay in bed together. "You're a menace." I sigh.

"You fucking loved every second of it." He whispers against my skin. And I don't argue, because he's right. I can feel Dolion begin to grow heavy with sleep, and I nudge him with my elbow. "It's the middle of the day."

"Mhm, but I haven't slept since we were at the motel." He mumbles sleepily.

"I'll leave you to rest then."

His arm tightens around my waist. "Stay with me?"

I know with every bone in my body I shouldn't. Because I feel things I shouldn't while l lay within Dolion's arms. I should get up and go eat the cookies I made. I should do anything other than rest in his arms.

But instead, I stay.