I walked into the bedroom mindlessly with my hands busy pulling off the wet top. Even though the house temperature was controlled, I feared the cold air still roaming the large hallways might seep into my system.
A comforting warmth hit me the second I shut the door.
It crawled all over my damp skin, bringing with it a soothing sensation that made me want to float in its glory.
My eyes opened, spotting the purple humidifier standing proudly on the coffee table by the sofa.
Had Ilay arranged this? Turned out he cared about his environment after all.
While the room was brimming with warmth and less dry air, I still had to take off all the wet clothes, including my pants.
Good thing Ilay was nowhere to be seen.
As I walked towards the closet door, I noticed the bathroom door had been left ajar and the lights were on.
There was not a sound coming from there, leaving me more curious about what Ilay was doing.
I held my breath and peeked through the gap but all I could see was the translucent glass cubicle. Feeling a little disappointed, I proceeded to the closet door to take care of my half-nude state before Ilay could pop into my sight and taunt me.
As soon as I turned on the lights and took in the display before me, my jaw unhinged and was halfway to the floor.
Ilay's clothes took up three-quarters of the room, all hung according to their respective colors. It was like walking into a haberdashery, an expensive one at that.
Then there was his jewelry.
Protected by the glass casings, the diamonds on his watches, rings, earrings, and chains sparkled brightly intending to blind me.
If I had seen this without knowing of his background, I'd have assumed they were fake. But I knew... I damn well knew how wealthy he was. Everything in this room was authentic and fucking expensive.
It all made sense when he told me that his cum was worth more than my life.
Heck, if all these clothes and jewelry were sold, I was certain my life would be half their final price.
I gulped, long forgetting about my tits hanging in the open.
'Maybe...maybe accepting this deal wasn't such a bad idea,' I said to myself as I took out one of the countless watches from its casing for better observation. The tiny diamonds lined around it were attractive. They seduced my greedy eyes and I ended up sliding my thin wrist in its closed bracelet. But I just hang loosely.
It must have been custom-made for his big wrist for the bracelet was sealed.
"So pretty." I smiled touching and admiring the diamonds.
Why, why do we put so much value on a piece of stone? I wondered, but understood that the eyes were attracted to its graceful appearance.
I lifted my wrist and my eyes to the large mirror fixed on the wall behind the jewelry to admire it even further. And there he was...standing a distance behind me in his nude state. He had his hair down and it was now...blonde.
"Ilay!" I gasped throwing my left hand behind me. But that was stupid cause he was standing right there. It didn't matter where I hid the watch, he'd see it on the reflection or directly from his position.
"I see that you've taken a liking to my possession," he began speaking while walking forward towards me. "But I must warn you, little troublemaker, I don't like people laying hands on what's mine, without..." He got to me and shamelessly glued his body on my back with his hand reaching forward to take away the watch. "...my permission." He whispered on my head, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
I could only force down the lump that had formed after being caught.
'He looks so freaking hot with his natural hair,' I said to myself while maintaining a normal face, hiding the blush poking from beneath my cheeks.
He hadn't bothered to use a dryer, leaving it a little damp.
His presence had clogged my mind until I forgot I was topless. Only realized it when his eyes in the mirror fell to my tits.
"Do I make you horny?"
"Wha- Why?" I asked back, bringing my hands up to cover my chest.
Ilay pushed forward, causing my upper half to topple on the wide dresser holding all the expensive pieces of jewelry. Something slipped and fell but I couldn't see what it was for Ilay's crotch was pressed hard on my ass, making it impossible to move.
"Now, now, you can break everything since I'm here. Go on."
"What are you talking about you psycho?! Get the fuck-"
"Mmmmmmm..." Ilay moaned as he rocked his hips back and forth. I only understood why he had moaned when I felt the hard warm pole placed between my buttcheeks.
He rocked again, this time, his hands coming to grip my waist as his support while grinding that cock of his on my ass.
"I don't know about you, but you sure do make me horny."
"Is this...is this in the contract?" I asked distractedly.
He chuckled heavily from his rattled breaths. "This was how you got your half freedom back. If you complain, I'll withdraw all favors I've granted you so far."
"Fuck!" I mumbled dropping my head. My hair spilled forward, shielding my reflection from Ilay's prying eyes.
All I had to do was stay still and let him dry hump me until he was satisfied. That was what I told myself. Yet every time Ilay's cock rubbed along my ass, my clit twitched in anticipation and my pussy clenched desperately.
I was not horny, it's just my body reacting to its counterpart.
One hand left my waist and sought for my chest. It covered my left tit and squeezed to its owner's pleasure.
I didn't say a word, just bit my lower lip.
This was supposed to be Ilay's moment, so why was I secretly deriving gratification from it?
"How does it feel to step foot in Russia?" Ilay asked in a deep and hungry voice.
I didn't answer. My mind couldn't think clearly due to what we were doing. I kept imagining Irina walking in on us and gasping in shock. I was certain Ilay wouldn't slow down because of a spectator. On the contrary, he would flip us around and make me face her while he ground his big hard cock on me.
Just thinking about that scenario made me want to touch myself.
"Answer me!" He ordered twisting my nipple.
"Ugh!" I yelped throwing my head.
Our eyes accidentally collided on the surface of the mirror and I saw Ilay's lust seeping from every pore on his huge firm body.
He smirked, and then slowly gathered the hair from my face and caught it in a ponytail which he used as his support.
"You didn't seem the least afraid of walking into a house full of strangers. Why is that, I wonder!"
"Did I have a choice?"
He chuckled and tugged my hair as he thrust hard.
My eyes closed from the pain in my scalp, something that didn't please Ilay.
"Open your damn eyes!" He commanded stopping. "I want you to see everything I'm doing so that you never forget even for a second that I still own you."
I glared back at him. Challenging his authority.
"Don't look at me like that honey. You know how much your cute hateful glare turns me on. I might just..."
Without permission, Ilay tugged my pants down and I gasped in return.
"What are you do..." Words faded as he pushed his flaming cock between my thighs, its head brushing along my wet hole. That slight contact made my stomach flip upside down and my womb turn inside out.
My mouth was about to scream in protest, yet my pussy was wailing for him to put it in.
Disappointment rang through my body when he began fucking my thighs instead.
Even then, my hole occasionally came in contact with his shaft.
"Fuuuuuuck! I want to slam my cock inside this pussy so bad!" He groaned fastening his thrusts.
'Do it!' I yelled in my mind.
"But I might get bored if I fuck you this early," he added, once again, reminding me that I was just a human toy to him.
Ah, shit!