365 Days

by Blanka Lipinska

  I pushed myself up, and when he felt what I was doing, he opened his eyes. I shot him a warning glare and went to find the bathrobe by the door. His seed was dripping down my legs. I dragged my finger through it, gathering some of the sticky cum, and licked it off my finger, keeping my eyes trained on the Man in Black. His prick started to throb.

  “You’re sweet,” I said, licking my lips. “Want to try?”

  “I’m not a fan of my own taste, so I’m going to have to pass,” he replied, disgusted.

  “Sit up,” I ordered, sitting astride him.

  Calmly, Massimo did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked me in a tone more serious than normal.

  I chose to ignore his question and tied his hands so hard he hissed with pain.

  Then I pushed him to the bed and reached out to the drawer on the left, pulling out the gun. The Man in Black didn’t even flinch. He pinned me with a stare that said: I know you wouldn’t dare. He was right, of course. I wasn’t brave enough to do it, but I also didn’t want it. I rummaged through the drawer again but didn’t find what I was looking for. I reached for another one and… bingo! I pulled out a sleeping mask.

  “Now we’re going to have some fun, don Massimo,” I purred, putting the mask over his eyes. “Before I begin, remember—if you don’t like something, you have to tell me. Do it so that I believe you. Though I don’t think I’ll listen anyway.”

  He knew I was mocking him, and it elicited a smile on his face. He reclined his head on the pillow, making himself comfortable.

  “You’ve kidnapped me, kept me against my will, and threatened my family,” I said, clamping my hand on his cheeks again. “You’ve taken from me everything I had. And even though I find you irresistible, I still hate you, Massimo. I want you to know how it feels to be made to do things you don’t want to do.”

  I pulled my hand away, but only to strike him with an open palm. His head jerked to the side, and I heard him swallowing loudly.

  “Again,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

  What I did and the reaction I got were working me up. I grabbed his chin.

  “I decide when I do that,” I replied. Then I slid up, my wet clit hovering above his head. “Suck it,” I said, brushing it against his lips.

  I knew he wouldn’t be happy about having to taste himself, but that was the only reason I decided to do this in the first place. When he didn’t react, I lowered my moist pussy to his mouth, making him feel the taste that so disgusted him. He had no choice. A couple of seconds passed, and I felt his tongue caressing me inside. He lifted his chin and moved toward my clit. I moaned and propped my forehead against the wall behind the bed. He was too good at this. It only took him a while to take me to the brink of orgasm. I lifted myself on my knees and glanced down—he was licking me off his lips, purring quietly. That part of the punishment was clearly to his liking. I slid down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him entering my snatch, dripping with his saliva. His cock was hard, thick, and fit my pussy perfectly. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his back, and sat him up. I could feel him helping me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to pull him toward me on my own. Grabbing the headboard, I pulled us closer to the padding on the wall and leaned his back over it. I loved this position—it gave me absolute control over my partner, at the same time allowing for a very deep penetration. I grabbed Massimo by the hair and slowly started to rub my clit against his belly. His penis gently rose inside me, and I pushed against it faster and harder. I fucked him, holding him by the hair with one hand and by the throat with the other. Massimo was breathing heavily. I could feel him edging closer to the end. I slapped him once more.

  “Come!” I said, and hit him again.

  It turned me on so much I felt myself starting to climax. But I didn’t want that yet. When a second later the Man in Black filled me to the brim, letting out a mighty roar, and I felt his arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing me against him, he tore off the sleeping mask and kissed me greedily. He moved his hands over my ass and rocked my hips gently.

  “I don’t want to come yet,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

  “I know,” he replied, moving my hips faster. “Hit me!” he hissed. With the mask off, when he could see me clearly, I was suddenly afraid to do it.

  “Fucking hit me!” he roared, and I slapped him again.

  As my hand connected with his face, I felt a tsunami wave of orgasm rolling over me. I wasn’t able to move anymore—my whole body was spasming, with every muscle taut and hard as steel. Massimo was impaling me on himself hard and fast until I grew limp and collapsed into his arms in a heap. As we sat in silence, he stroked my back very gently.

  “When did you free your hands?” I asked, my face resting on his shoulder.

  “As soon as you were done with the tying,” he replied, laughing. “You’re not particularly good at this, Laura. I, on the other hand, am something of an expert on tying and untying.”

  “So why didn’t you use your hands earlier?”

  “I knew something I did or said angered you. I decided to allow you to blow off some steam. I was certain you wouldn’t do me any harm. You missed me, remember?” he said, pushing himself to his feet with me still wrapped around him. Kissing me on the lips, cheeks, and hair, he carried me to the bathroom. He put me down in the shower and turned the water on. “We should go lie down,” he said, spreading soap over my skin. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I can’t deny I’d rather keep fucking you until morning, but evidently you haven’t used that sweet pussy for some time, and I think it’s had enough for now,” he said, delicately washing me, trailing his hand between my legs. “You’re very aggressive. It turns you on, baby girl, doesn’t it?” His hands stopped, and his eyes pierced me.

  “I just like rough sex,” I replied, grabbing him by the testicles. “What you do in bed is a kind of game—you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want. Within reason, of course,”

  I continued fondling his balls. “It’s only a bit of fun, not a matter of life and death.”

  “We’ll be happy together, Laura. You’ll see,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

  CHAPTER 9

  When I opened my eyes, soft light fell into the room through the closed blinds. I was alone in the immense bed, which still smelled of sex. Thinking of last night made me sweat. I didn’t know if that had been a good decision—if I should have done it—but it had happened, and mulling it over wouldn’t change anything.

  The fact was that I really had been missing Massimo, and what he had done by saving my life showed me just how important I was to him. At long last someone was treating me like I wanted. Like a princess—someone valuable and important. I stayed in bed for a while, trying to figure out why I’d lost it yesterday, and I realized that the only thing that really ticked me off in this situation was that Massimo had threatened my family. I tried explaining his behavior with the fact that I would have escaped him if he hadn’t made that threat, which would make it impossible for him to get to know me better. This was confusing. I shook my head, chasing away all thoughts too gloomy for this time of day.

  The door swung open and Massimo greeted me with a smile. He was wearing white knee-length shorts and a white tank top. His feet were bare and his hair wet. I purred softly, seeing him, and stretched out, kicking the sheets off with my feet. He walked over to the bed, sweeping me with his gaze.

  “Sleeping seems to be your favorite thing, eh?” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

  I put my arms up and stretched out some more, ostentatiously flexing my body.

  “I love to sleep,” I replied, smiling.

  The Man in Black rolled me over, his hand on my hip, and smacked me on the ass. Holding me with one hand by the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow, he leaned over and whispered to my ear, “You’re provoking me again, baby girl.” Well, he was
n’t wrong there.

  The hand resting on my buttock slid down, spreading my thighs. His long, slender fingers slid inside me.

  “What have you been thinking just now? You’re wet,” he said.

  I pushed my butt upward, and his fingers started to move inside me. He stood, keeping his eyes on me, looking at his hand working in me.

  “Oh, just that if not for that implant of yours I would be ovulating now and would have been wet all day long,” I said with a smile, rocking my hips.

  Massimo’s expression changed—he was clearly pleased.

  “I’d like to take my pants off and fuck you from behind, leaning you against that window,” he said, pulling his fingers out. Then he pressed a button on a panel adjoining the bed, and the room was flooded with light.

  “So you could enjoy the view. But you’re too swollen down there after our night. Besides, the guy that’s supposed to teach us scuba diving is already here, so we don’t have as much time as I would have wanted.” He licked his fingers. “Fabio brought him in too early. Come on.”

  Massimo snatched me from the bed and threw me over his shoulder. Crossing the room, he grabbed the bathrobe and covered me with it. He headed down the passageway and I wiggled in his grip, unable to stop laughing. We passed a series of identical doors and some surprised staff members. I don’t know what Massimo’s expression must have been as I dangled from his back, but I suspect it was as serious as it got. After a while, we reached my berth. Massimo put me down and tossed the bathrobe onto the bed.

  “I think I’ll give the staff a day off, just so you can go around naked,” he said, slapping my butt.

  There was a tray laden with food on the table, and next to it jugs of tea, cocoa, and milk and a bottle of Moët Rosé.

  “Interesting choice for a breakfast,” I said, pouring myself some cocoa. “I think champagne should become a staple of my everyday menu.”

  “I already know you like champagne. And I suspect you’ll like some of the other things here.”

  I sent him a questioning look, and Massimo leaned against the window and grimaced.

  “When my people were packing your things back in Warsaw, there were two cups in the sink—one had some cocoa in it, and the second was filled with tea, with milk. Somehow I don’t think your ex liked either of those beverages. But who knows?” He shrugged. “What’s important is that you like at least one of them. Besides, you drank them in Rome, too. So it wasn’t that hard to guess,” he added, walking over to the cooler with the champagne.

  “You’ll start boozing right now, I presume?” I asked, sipping from my mug.

  Massimo took the ice-filled bucket and put it down to the floor.

  “No, I’m only making some space for myself,” he replied, sliding the tea and milk jugs away.

  “I thought I’d be able to control myself, but since you’re still stark naked, I find it rather hard to focus. So I’m going to lay you on the table and take you. Delicately, yet resolutely.”

  I stood rooted to the spot, watching him sliding everything to the side of the table. I must have made an extremely weird face, as Massimo couldn’t hide his amusement as he was laying me on the tabletop. He spread my legs, kneeled between them, and snuck his tongue inside me. It lasted for only an instant and was evidently not something that was supposed to pleasure me—only reduce friction. Then he did what he had said he would—delicately, yet resolutely.

  * * *

  I went outside to the deck with only my sunglasses and a wonderful white Victoria’s Secret bikini on. There was scuba diving equipment on the stern. The young man preparing it didn’t look like an Italian. He had bright golden hair and facial features that made me think he came from somewhere in the East. His eyes were large and blue, and his smile was infectious. Massimo was standing on the other side of the yacht, talking to Fabio and gesticulating wildly. I decided not to approach them. Instead I walked over to the diver. Descending the stairs, I stumbled and nearly fell into the water again.

  “Jesus Christ, I’m going to kill myself one of these days,” I muttered in Polish.

  The young man’s face brightened. He extended a hand and greeted me in perfect Polish. “Hi, I’m Marek, but everyone here calls me Marco. You have no idea how great it is to hear Polish again, ma’am.”

  I stopped, paralyzed, grinning at the man for a while. Then I burst out laughing.

  “Trust me, I do! Thinking in English makes my brain hurt. I’m Laura, and please call me by my name.”

  “So how do you like your Italian vacation?” he asked, turning back to his equipment.

  I took a moment to think about the answer.

  “Well, it’s not really a vacation,” I stammered, looking overboard. “I’ve a one-year-contract on Sicily and had to settle here for a while,” I added, taking the rest of the steps down. “Is your presence here a coincidence, or have they brought you here for me on purpose?”

  “It’s a coincidence, though a pretty happy one, won’t you say? Paolo was supposed to dive with you today, but he broke his leg yesterday and I had to step in for him.” Suddenly Marek straightened and his smile vanished.

  I turned around and saw Massimo, slowly walking down the steps. The two men greeted each other and talked in Italian for a while. Then Massimo turned to me.

  “I’m sorry, but I have an urgent meeting, so I can’t go with you two,” he said, clenching his jaw with anger.

  “A meeting?” I took a look around. “We’re in the middle of the sea!”

  “A helicopter is coming for me. I’ll see you in a while.”

  I spun to Marek and said in Polish, “So, we’re all alone. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

  Massimo kept still, but his eyes flared with fury.

  “Marco is Polish! Isn’t this great? This is going to be an awesome day,” I said, and kissed Massimo on the cheek.

  As I stepped back, he shot out an arm and grabbed me by the wrist, whispering so only I could hear, “I don’t want you to speak Polish when I’m around. I can’t understand anything.” His hand clamped painfully around my arm.

  I jerked away and hissed angrily, “Well, I’d like you to stop speaking Italian. Can you do that?”

  I shot him an admonishing glare and headed in the direction of the motorboat, where Marek was packing the diving equipment. I closed the distance between us, patted him on the back, and asked him in Polish if he needed any help and if we had everything we needed. Then I waved happily at Massimo and turned to go to the boat.

  Honestly, I don’t know if Massimo could teleport or something like that, but I hadn’t managed even one step when he had me in his arms again, kissing me. He leaned over me slightly and lifted me from the ground, his arms crossed over my butt. His lips greedily latched on to mine, as if we were never to see each other again. The sound of the approaching helicopter broke our frantic kiss.

  Massimo held my face in his hands, smiling widely, and winked at me, saying, “If he touches you, I’ll kill him.”

  He planted a kiss on my forehead and left, taking the stairs up.

  I stood and watched him go, feeling a wave of nausea at what I had just heard. He would do it. I knew that. I had no intention of taking responsibility for someone else’s life.

  “He must love you very much,” said Marek, reaching out with a hand.

  “More like control me all the time,” I retorted, getting onto the motorboat.

  We headed out. I turned my head back and saw Massimo, waiting for the helicopter, his hair blowing in the downdraft. He looked seriously annoyed. I didn’t have to see his face to know that. All I needed was the position of his body—his toned legs planted wide and arms crossed on his muscular chest were never a good sign.

  “Do you teach diving for a living?” I asked.

  Marek laughed and slowed the boat so we didn’t have to shout over the wind.

  “Not anymore. I had a lot of luck and found a niche in the market. I’m the owner of an underwater empire now,”
he chuckled. “Can you imagine? A Pole in Italy owning the biggest diving equipment company, handling all the stuff all by himself.”

  “So… what are you doing here with me, then?” I asked with a laugh.

  “I told you! Destiny and a broken leg. This is how it was supposed to be.” He raised his voice as the motorboat was accelerating again, rushing through the waves with the engines roaring.

  When Marco was packing up our equipment after the diving session, the sun was deep orange in color.

  “It was amazing,” I said, chewing on a mouthful of watermelon.

  “It’s good you’ve dived before. Didn’t have to waste any more time than necessary for the teaching part.”

  “Where are we, exactly?”

  “Off the coast of Croatia.” Marek pointed to the land on the horizon. “It’s getting late, and I have to be in Venice today.”

  When we got back, it was already getting dark. I noticed Fabio on the deck of the Titan. The older man helped me out of the motorboat. I said my goodbyes and headed toward the stairs.

  “The hairdresser and the makeup artist are waiting in the lounge by the Jacuzzi. Would you like me to serve dinner?” I heard Fabio saying.

  “A hairdresser? Why?” I asked, surprised.

  “You’re going to a banquet. There’s an international film festival in Venice, and don Massimo is the majority shareholder of one of the film companies. Unfortunately, you only have an hour and a half to prepare, what with you being so late.”

  Great, I thought. I’ve been sloshing around in salt water the whole day to dazzle everyone at the party with the dryness of my skin. I shook my head, wondering if the day when I’d know the plans in advance would ever come. Not to mention making those plans on my own. I headed upstairs.

  Poli and Luigi were a pair of stereotypical gays. Wonderful, fantastic guys—a woman’s true friends. And more feminine than most ladies… In an hour they managed to get the bird’s nest that my hair had become and the flaking-dry skin on my face in order. When they were finished, I went to my room to pick some clothes for the evening. I entered the bedroom only to notice a Roberto Cavalli evening dress, which I had bought back in Taormina, hanging on the bathroom door. It had a small card attached saying Wear This One. Well, at least I knew the answer to the question of my evening outfit. The dress was amazing, but also very revealing. It was made of black, see-through material—a bit like a mesh—with inserts that looked like zippers or lacing. Its long sleeves made my arms look thinner, but the pièce de résistance was the back—or rather lack of it. The dress had only a thin strap at the shoulder blades, then a long, wide cutout all the way to the derriere.