I don't think I've ever fallen into a deeper dreamless sleep than I have last night, after the most intense session of sex and punishments with a handsome Dominant Italian businessman from New York, who worked four intense orgasms out of me.
My limbs were so sore, and my core was achy and needed soothing. My skin was covered in love bites and my nipples were still sensitive from all his mouth play.
Gabriele took care of me though. He and I cuddled all night, and he ordered us a large hearty breakfast this morning, because yes, he did let me sleep with him. After breakfast he took me to the balcony I didn't even realize he had, with a beautiful hot tub he had us rest in to help relax our tired limbs. Or at least my tired limbs because he seemed completely fine.
He gave my shoulders a massage and had me sit between his legs and lean back on him while we hung out in the water and chatted idly. It wasn't until around 4pm that I even left that luxurious hotel suite to head home.
Since it's Friday I don't have to work for another five hours, which is perfect timing for me to go home to rest and gather myself for my shift after the kind of night I had. Gabriele and I had exchanged numbers just because. He's sexy and exciting, but also he lives four hours away, which means I really won't be seeing him at all.
A friendly text once in a while never hurt anybody.
When I got back to the townhouse I climbed the stairs to get to my floor and I winced from soreness, reminding me again of last night. I'd been sore a lot recently because Renzo knew how to work me over just as well, and he'd been taking advantage of that when I was at his house and in the office several days ago.
Who am I now? I feel like a different person since coming here. Sex with two different men in one week. This isn't me...I think? All my thoughts halted when I got to my front door and I saw there were holes that looked to be punching or kicking dents in the door...and it was cracked open, like someone had broken in, but didn't even bother to shut it closed afterward.
I took a few steps backwards and pulled my phone out, ready to call 911, but I figured the apartment is probably empty by now and with all of my things with it. My heart beat out of my chest and with my thumb hovering over the dial button I lightly shoved the door open to peek in.
My eyes darted around the place since mostly everything was visible from the front door, but all seemed quiet. I still hesitated to enter. Should I get the police here first? Should I contact the owner? I wasn't sure what to make of all this. I decided to take a few steps inside. At the first sign of trouble I am running out of here, so I left the front door wide open.
Nothing appeared to be stolen so far. My flat screen was still on the stand and nothing looked rummaged through. I peeked in the book nook just to be sure no criminal was hiding there upon hearing me coming, but again everything looked normal.
It was when I stepped into my bedroom that I paused again. I clicked out of the 911 dial and huffed in total confusion and frustration.
Laying across my teal duvet was the large body of Renzo Revello, and he was passed out. Shoes still on, clothes still from last night, and with a bottle of some kind of liquor knocked over on my nightstand. I didn't know what to make of this. I just gaped at the sight of him and the cuts he had going up and down his exposed forearm. His sleeves were rolled up, so it was entirely visible to me. What the heck happened last night?
"Renzo?" I called out softly. He didn't budge. I walked a little closer and gave his thick thigh a shove. "Renzo?" I called out with a little more volume. Is he dead?! He wasn't moving at all. I exhaled in relief when I noticed the slight rise and fall of his back from his breathing, because yes, he was faced down on the bed with his face only slightly to the side for air.
His body was just kind of sprawled out and under no blanket.
"RENZO" I finally raised my voice enough to get a stir out of him. He groaned and rubbed at his head without opening his eyes. "What the heck is going on here?!" I asked even though I wasn't sure he was even awake yet.
It seems that at my voice he finally came into full alertness. His eyes snapped open, but he didn't immediately get up. He was trying to recall where he was. I could tell.
Slowly he turned onto his back and just looked at me while flinching from his obvious headache. I just gaped at him. As if something registered in his mind he sat up and greeted me with a scowl. "Renzo, what are you doing in my apartment? And why is my door broken?!" I finally found my words.
With a bruised hand Renzo ran his fingers through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you just get home?" He asked me, not even addressing my question yet. He looked down at his watch to note the time.
"Answer me" I persisted. He was the one with the explaining to do, not me. Renzo remained seated at the edge of my mattress with his hands clenching the sides in obvious anger. His glaring seared into mine.
"You didn't even come home last night, huh? You made a full night of it" he laughed sardonically. "Are you going to answer me?!" I put my hands on my hips. He didn't get to make comments like that to me. It's none of his business, and he'd done the same thing I had.
"NO, but you're going to answer me" he snapped, jumping to his feet and barging at me. I actually yelled and tried to scurry out of the room, but he's faster than me, even severely hungover. He grabbed me by the elbow and spun me around until I faced him, then he walked us backwards until I was against my bedroom wall and he was caging me in with his scratched up arm and hands.
"What did you let him do to you?! Huh? Did you let him have you?" His words released like venom and I could see so much anger in his expression. I just blinked at him in shock at his reaction. "How is that any of your business?!" I scoffed. His hand slammed the wall and made me flinch. "Everything is my business" he hissed.
"Not where it concerns me" I fought this. He had no right. "Especially where you are concerned" he bit back. I tried pressing his chest to move him away from me, but he is immovable.
"How dare you break into my apartment, destroy my borrowed property in a drunken stupor, and then still have the gull to question ME on what I was doing!" I actually raised my voice again. I was starting to become angry. Hadn't he given me to Gabriele himself? Hadn't he run off with gyrating Barbie?!
He's an ass and a hypocrite and I never say that about people. It was the truth of this though.
We were staring each other down, him literally looking down at me from his height and me tipping my head up at him to meet that scowl with my own. When Renzo's eyes drifted momentarily to my neck I saw his face harden even further to the most intimidating expression I've ever seen a man wear.
His eyes were cold and empty like he wasn't present at this moment, like something else was coming through. He grabbed my jaw and turned my head so he had full access to my neck. I could see his chest heaving from the corner of my eye. His sardonic laugh was deep and menacing.
"What else did you let him do to you? Are there more of these?" He released my jaw in disgust and wandered my body like he could see beneath my clothes. I did have more of those, but they were none of his business.
"I don't know, did you let your girl give you any?! Maybe we match" I spat, and I was surprised at myself. I've never stuck up for myself this way, but something about his force brings out the defense in mine. "We aren't talking about her" he tried to excuse the topic. Not on my watch.
"No! We are going to talk about it. YOU were the one who told Gabriele he could have what wasn't on the menu. YOU were the one with a woman in your lap when I went over there to turn down Gabriele in the first place, and YOU were the one who left with that woman right in front of me. YOU can't be mad that I had meaningless sex with someone else, because it is YOU who screws everybody and leaves them! Every time! At least Gabriele took care of me afterwards. I can't say the same for YOU" I shouted each time I said every word, angry but evenly.
No stutter but my face was flush, more so with anger than embarrassment.
"DON'T FUCKING SAY HIS NAME TO ME" Renzo bellowed out. He pulled away from me and the wall he'd been caging me against to catch his breath and control his spiraling temper. I've never seen a person shake with rage until today. "Is that what you want, Kat? Someone to take care of you? You're so fucking clueless" his words lowered, but were venomous again.
My heart was beating so fast I was breathless without moving.
Renzo stormed out of my bedroom and I followed. "Did you sleep with her? Tell me, Renzo, so you can hear how hypocritical you are! Did you have sex last night?" I know he did, but he needed to hear it for himself.
"That's who I am, Kat. You already knew this. But you..." he laughed sardonically again.
"Me what? Because I am a woman this makes me a slut? You told him he could have me! Why are you playing possessive now?!" I was so frustrated my anger was giving way to blurred vision and the threat of tears. No, I don't want to cry. Don't cry, Kat.
"I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW IT WAS YOU! Fuck. There should have been no reason why he ever saw you. You're exactly his type, but I keep you in the office for a reason, Kat. Two different worlds, haven't I already told you that?!" Renzo's anger never faltered.
I wanted to kick myself when I felt the first tear fall. He walked closer and cupped both sides of my face to make me look at him and his nostrils flared at the sight of my tears.
"Where else did you let him mark you?" His hands dropped down to my tube top and all he really needed to do was look a little more closely to the swell of my breast to see another one. "Take it off, all of it" he ordered me. I was so angry that I listened. I wanted him to see it.
I ripped my tube top off and shoved my shorts down, stepping out of them and the panties that fell with them. There was the love bite on my neck, the swell of my breast, the side/partial underside of my breast, and my inner thigh just shy of the junction between my legs, and that was the biggest one. He'd been rough with my flesh in his warm mouth during the last orgasm when he'd eaten me out.
The hickey mark there was large, almost oval shaped in a deep shade of purplish red. His eyes darted all around my body and keyed in on the last one, and I swear to gosh I saw his iris's turn black to the point of all the blueness disappearing behind it.
He rolled his jaw repeatedly and squared off his shoulders while fisting his hands so tight his bruised knuckles showed white. He shook with rage again and I was genuinely afraid for a moment that he might hit me.
"Somebody's gonna die today" his deep feral voice spoke to no one in particular before he flashed out my door. I rushed to grab my phone and make a call, naked, and with a broken front door.