Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Amy
The women gathered around me, like a flock of giggling hens. Drawers were opened, and scraps of what looked like material were brought forth with even more giggles as the comb holding the long veil in place was pulled from my head, and I was turned and unlaced from the dress.
They pulled it down and ordered me to step out of it. Crossing my arms around my naked chest, I tried to tell them that this was all unnecessary because I was more than capable of undressing myself, but it all fell on deaf ears.
They were enjoying themselves as they dressed me in the scraps of material that I realized were meant to be underwear.
The little nightdress barely covered my ass, gauzy and see-through with a push-up bra that forced my breasts uncomfortably under my chin.
I was ordered to step into an even smaller scrap of white lace that was meant to be panties but was just a triangle held together by string.
“Let’s take your hair down.” One of them reached for the pins, and I stepped away quickly. My hair was like my security blanket. As long as it was up, I could handle anything life threw at me. And life was about to throw a Russian mobster named Alexi at me.
“I like it up,” I murmured. They were the first words I had said since being led up here, and my voice shook with nerves.
More laughter floated around me. “She’s nervous.
That’s sweet.” Stepping back, the oldest gave me the once over.
“But you don’t have to worry. Alexei will take one look at you dressed like this, and he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.
You are in for a wild night, Amy. If the rumors are true, Alexei is very skilled in the bedroom department and—” she winked. “Very, very well endowed.”
Their laughter seemed to mock me. Everyone was expecting me to sleep with him, and I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before.
Our whole relationship was a sham. I’d just presumed that we wouldn’t be intimate. But the women around me thought I was in for a wild night of lovemaking. Maybe, hopefully, Alexei wouldn’t want to touch me. It wasn’t like he was attracted to me after all. Maybe we could just pretend.
“This is the most uncomfortable,” I began to say, plucking at the lacy top of the white holdups. “Do I really need the heels and all of this just to go to bed?” I stuttered. “I mean, it’s going to come right off, isn’t it?” I added.
They laughed even harder. “Him stripping this from you, slowly, is part of the fun. Or maybe he will rip it all off in a fit of passion. Either way, this is all part of the night. You want to look amazing and sexy for your new husband, don’t you?
” Her eyes bored down into mine. “You want to make him happy, don’t you, Amy? ”
“Of course.” I lied.
“Good, then we will leave you. I think I heard him outside the door anyway. He’s very eager to be alone with you.”
They left, but the door didn’t shut behind them.
Instead, it opened wider, and in the reflection of the mirror, I watched as Alexei stepped in and closed it softly.
He didn’t say anything as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his bow tie.
It was only when the top two buttons of his shirt were undone that he finally lifted his eyes to me.
I watched as his chest heaved in a gasp. His eyes, so dark and dangerous, swept over my body quickly and then more slowly. His full lips parted.
“You look—” he stuttered to a stop.
“Ridiculous?” I finished for him. “I feel ridiculous.” Nervously, I plucked at the scalloped hem of the nightie, and his eyes were drawn down to the flesh between my holdups and it.
“Not quite the word I would use,” he said finally. He took a step forward. “I think they have left now.”
My eyes widened in shock, and I darted a look towards the door. “Were they listening outside?” I whispered.
“Sometimes they do. We have some old-fashioned ways. Everyone wants to make sure we consummate the wedding, and I’m pretty sure some of them quite enjoy it.”
The blood drained from my face so quickly that I swayed where I stood. “Will they listen to us?”
I couldn’t think of anything worse.
“No,” he shook his head and undid another button. Baring a triangle of tanned skin for my eyes to look at. Even with my heels on, that’s what was at my eye level. That beautiful, smooth triangle.
I swallowed hard. “That’s good. I mean, I doubt there will be anything to listen to, but—”
He caught me by the upper arms. “Why wouldn’t there be anything to hear, Amy. It’s our wedding night.”
Why did his voice sound so gravelly and rough? Like he had a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow, and there was a light in his eyes that I didn’t understand.
“I mean,” I stuttered to a trembling stop as his fingers swept up the inside of my arms and brushed against my breasts. “I thought we would, I don’t know, pretend to spend the night together. It’s not like you find me attractive, Alexei.”
“Don’t try to tell me how I feel, Amy.” He lifted one hand and easily pulled the pins from my hair so that my curls fell down in a wave over my shoulders.
“That’s better.” His eyes swept over my face.
“I prefer you with your hair down,” he whispered and thrust his face into the crook of my neck.
I could hear him sucking in breath after breath, and then his lips found my skin, and I stiffened.
His lips dotted kisses against my throat until he found the spot under my ear and sucked. My body turned into liquid fire, trembling with a need I never knew I could feel.
“You smell nice. You taste,” his licked a long line up my throat and I couldn’t bite back a trembling moan that fell from my lips.
Why did that feel so good?
“You taste like vanilla.” Lips glued to my skin, he pushed the thin straps of the nightdress off my shoulders so that the padded cups dropped dangerously low on my breasts.
“Alexei.” I whimpered. He pushed the cups down further. Baring my breasts for him, and cold air rushed down against my skin. Goosebumps erupted over my body.
“Mmm.” He dropped his lips down further. Peppering wet kisses over my breast. Squeezing them together, he groaned low in his throat. “These,” he flicked his tongue against one straining nipple, “are amazing.” Swirling his tongue around one, he teased it upwards until it stood up tall and proud.
“You did a good job of hiding that body from me. Didn’t you?”
Over and over again, he kneaded my flesh. Rolling the nipples with first his fingers and then his tongue. When he sucked one into his mouth and sucked it felt like a million volts of electricity zapped through me.
My knees buckled, and he caught me and lifted me. Forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. It pushed my barely covered pussy against him in a way that sent fresh shockwaves through my body.
“Except this ass.” He squeezed my butt cheeks so hard it was almost painful. “I’ve dreamed about fucking this ass since the moment I saw it.”
I blushed hard. I knew that was a thing, but was it a thing he would want to do tonight?
My ass hit the edge of the vanity, and he leaned me back onto it, scattering the contents all over the floor. He didn’t seem to care, as he continued to suck and knead at my tits. His teeth grated against them, biting down, and he pushed himself against the apex of my thighs.
I whimpered. Even through his pants, I could feel how big he was, and there was no way, absolutely no way, he would fit inside my body. But part of me wanted him to try anyway.
Clinging to his shoulders, my head fell back, a low moan falling from my lips as he found the crook of my neck again.
“I’m going to fill this greedy little pussy you keep rubbing against me, Amy.” Alexei’s hand delved between my legs, rubbing the almost nothing triangle that masqueraded as panties. My core clenched, and my clit throbbed.
“Please.” I don’t know what made me say it, but the word left my lips with a needy guttural sound. It was like I had zapped him into life. I had one second where his eyes seemed to darken into pits, and then the next second, he had me off the vanity and turned away from him.
He pressed my front down on it, tearing my panties down with the other hand. I had a moment where I panicked, and then I heard his zipper slide down, and he was pushing at my entrance.
Hard.
Alexei slammed into me, breaking through any resistance my body put up to seat himself fully inside of me. He groaned loudly, and his hands closed around my hips as he slammed into me again and again, filling me to the hilt only to pull almost all the way out and do it again.
“Fuck you are so tight. It feels like I’m being strangled.”
Over and over again, he plowed into me, and tears fell from my eyes in a steady stream to drip off my nose. It hurt more than I thought it would.
“You feel so good.” One hand curled around my waist, and his fingers brushed against my clit, circling it. That helped, but the painful sting and the overwhelming feeling of being too full didn’t really go away.
“That’s it, just like—” he said something in Russian that I didn’t understand but sounded like a curse word, and he slipped from my body. Trembling, I almost straightened, but he didn’t give me a chance.
Catching me around the waist, he tossed me onto the bed. Standing at the foot of it, he slowly began to strip, removing his clothes with deliberate ease. It was almost like he wanted my eyes on him.
And I couldn’t help but marvel at the size and power of his toned body. Every inch of him was pure muscle wrapped in tanned, silky skin, and his—
My eyes darted up from the huge member curling upwards to brush his belly button. That had just been inside of me. No wonder it had hurt.
“Come here,” Alexei growled, catching my ankle and tugging me towards him. “The vanity table is too low. I can’t get as deep as I want.”
He wanted to go deeper? I didn’t know how that was possible.
Falling on top of me, he surged forward. Sliding between my slick folds and ramming himself home with the kind of thrust that made my whole body shift up the bed.
“That’s it.” Gripping the front of the lacy nightdress in his hands, he ripped it down the middle, completely baring me to his hands and teeth. “That’s it. You take me so well. Cum for me, Amy. Cum all over my cock so that I can feel you grip me even tighter.”
Burying his face into the crook of my neck, Alexei’s speed increased, but so did something in me. My insides felt like they were burning, but not just with pain anymore. The heat was like an inferno spiralling upwards to a peak, and soon I would…snap.
Every muscle in my body seemed to release, my back arched, and my head fell back hard into the soft pillows as I cried out.
“Fuck,” Alexei grunted once, and then fell on top of me. His cock, twitching inside of me.
We lay like that for several minutes before he heaved himself upwards.
Sighing, I could do nothing but lie there and try to catch my breath. I had just had sex.