Free Scorned by Pamela Ann Page B

for him to hear me through the sound of the television and his phone conversation.
    He flickered a glance towards me before killing the treadmill to a standstill and did the same with his call. With his water bottle in his hand, he got off the exerciser and went to get a rolled black towel from a basket full of them. I was getting nervous because he hadn’t said a word, but his eyes never left me. What did that mean? Was he angry?
    I watched as he drank from his bottle and then spilled some on his head, his face then his torso before wiping the wetness away with the towel. His gaze never wavered as he threw the towel on the bench and then planted both of his hands on the sides of his hips, biding time.
    “Dimitris? Are you furious with me?” I asked, stepping closer to him as he continued watching me.
    What the hell!
    I guess his no response was answer enough. Sighing, I was about to spin around and dash towards the door when I saw him take off his trainers then his socks until he was barefoot, eyes still watching me like a hawk—eyes sharp, ready… deadly . “Last night… you said you were sorry, but how sorry are you really, yineka mou? ”
    With my scratchy voice, I mustered a reply, “Very much, I said so last night and I meant every word.”
    Dimitris didn’t waver before he pulled down his workout pants, unclothing his very well endowed, very hard, stiff length.
    Where was he going with this? I thought nervously. My body heightened at the very arousing sight he was manifesting.
    “Are you sorry enough to take some of that pain away? Even if you experience that pain, you’d still help ease some of it away?” he asked again. My eyes dropped to his rigid dick that his hand captured, stroking with gusto.
    Sore, I was far beyond that word, but I was ready for him. Any way he liked it. “Yes.” I licked my lips, slowly moving towards where he was standing. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
    “Use your mouth to soothe my cock,” he directed, voice commanding, eyes dilated.
    Shit. “Now? ” Any traces of sleepiness were now certainly gone. My heart was beating at a speedy rate as newfound excitement capsized my body.
    Dimitris gave his cock a slight shake before pointing it downwards, towards the floor. “Right now is as good as any. Get on your knees, omorfi mou . Don’t keep me waiting because I don’t feel too forgiving and you might regret that later.”
    Okay, calm down boy , I wanted to snap, but gave him an irritated glare instead. I didn’t like to be pushed around or being told what to do, however, since I was feeling guilty, I’d let him slide. Closing the gap, I was about to get on my knees when he interrupted me from doing so.
    “Take that silk slip off. I want you naked when you service me. I want to see all of you. You hide yourself from me enough. I won’t let your body do the same.” He was getting more aroused as he watched me take my nightwear off, letting it fall next to my feet.
    The sudden cool air tingled the tips of my buds, making my nipples harden, but the drenched condition of my slit was because of him giving me orders. It simply turned me on.
    On my knees, naked and ready to cater to him, I took hold of his heated shaft. It was like burning silk. I stuck my tongue out and let the tip of it run through the slit of his head, tasting his pre-come, savoring it with ardor. The sample of his essence made me moan deep, wanting more of it.
    “Stick your butt out, so I can see you clearly in the mirror behind you.” Dimitris looked at me with half-closed lids, lips parted as I slowly let my lips suck him and inch deeper on his impressive size. My forefinger and thumb gripped the base of his shaft while my other hand gently massaged his sack, all the while letting my middle finger sit on that erogenous zone in between his dick and anus. “My beautiful wife, how I love watching you like this.” Dimitris was trying to control himself from demanding more, but that resolve went down