Chapter 10 #2
When my stomach makes a noise for the fourth time, he shuts his laptop and gets up and walks out of the room without a word to me. Should I follow? I’m not sure if I’ll get into trouble if I follow him or stay.
But within a few minutes, Dimitri returns with a plate of food. He sits back down at his desk and pulls me into his lap. It’s uncomfortable with my hands tied behind my back.
He scoops up a piece of a potato dish and holds it to me. “Open up.”
Slowly, I open my lips and he places the food on my tongue. My stomach instantly stops growling.
Dimitri continues to feed me. Every bite of meat and vegetables. Neither one of us says a word.
Once dinner is done, dessert is next. He places a piece of chocolate pie onto my tongue. It’s so delicious I can’t help but moan. Dimitri’s eyes darken. It’s a dangerous game we’re playing.
He gives me another bite but a piece of the chocolate dribbles onto my chest. I sigh when he leans down and licks it off me.
Unable to help myself, I press my legs tighter together to stop myself from feeling turned on again.
I’ve had multiple orgasms today, two within the past hour. I’m not sure I can take any more.
Dimitri doesn’t comment on what just happened. He only gives me another piece of the pie. I manage to eat the rest of it without any problems.
“There,” he says, placing the plate onto his desk. “You shouldn’t be hungry anymore.”
And I’m not but there’s a new problem. I have to use the bathroom.
“Dimitri,” I whisper.
“I said no talking,” he reminds me in a gentle tone.
“I have to use the bathroom.” My bladder is heavy from all the food and drink he just served me.
“All right.” He sets me onto my feet and leads me into the bathroom. “Sit.”
“How will I be able to wipe with my hands tied?”
“I’ll do it for you.”
I stare at him aghast. “I’m not a child, Dimitri. I don’t need you to do this for me.”
“I know you’re not a child. I love that you’re a woman. Sexy. Beautiful. But this is part of your punishment. Humiliation. You will use the bathroom and I will wipe you. The next time you think of disobeying me, remember this moment.”
Slowly, I sit down on the seat… except nothing comes out. “I can’t pee with you watching me.”
He doesn’t make a move to look away.
My bladder is screaming at me to relieve myself so after a long, tense moment, I finally relax enough to let my bladder go. I moan in relief.
“I want you making that sound only when I’m touching you,” he says.
“It wasn’t sexual. It was just nice to relieve myself.”
“Doesn’t matter. You will only moan when I touch you. Understood?”
“Yes.” And I can’t deny the thrill that fills me. Knowing he’s so obsessed with me that he wants to control me like this. I still kind of hate him for it but my hate is lessening and lessening.
When I’m finished, I let Dimitri know.
“Open your legs wider,” he says. It’s awkward to do with my hands behind my back but I manage it. Dimitri wipes me, like I’m a child. My face is burning from his punishment. I never want this to happen again.
“There.” He finishes and stands back up and washes his hands.
It’s up to me to flush the toilet, which is a slight challenge with my hands the way they are but I manage.
Once we’re done in the bathroom, he leads me back to his office.
“I should let you know that I’m having a few guests over tonight. For late night drinks. I have business to discuss with them.”
“Ok.” Will he let me go then?
“You will join me.”
“What do you want me to wear?” I know Dimitri will want to pick it out. After the last fiasco with his guests in Greece, I’m sure Dimitri wants to control this situation to the best of his ability.
“Nothing.”
“I won’t be joining?”
“Oh, you’ll be joining. You’ll come as you are. Now. You’ll sit by my feet, naked, hands bound behind your back. And you will not say a word and embarrass me in any way. You will make me proud doing this. Won’t you, Sofiya?”
“I can’t let other people see me like this. I’m naked. I thought you would hate for other people to see my body.”
“Normally I would but this is a special circumstance. I need you to learn your lesson and this will do it. So, tell me you understand. Tell me you’ll be on your best behavior tonight and not say a word.”
“Dimitri, please.”
“I love hearing you beg. But tell me you understand.”
“What will you do to me if I don’t?”
“You’ll still be there for the party. But then I’ll make you stay like this for much longer. You can get out sooner if you just make me proud. So do you understand, Sofiya?”
I know what I have to say even when I don’t want to say it. “I understand.”
Dimitri gives me a smile that lights up my entire world. That’s how badly I crave him. How just his smile can make me more obsessed with him.
Dimitri’s guests arrive.
I’m in the living room with my head bowed so I don’t have to look at anyone. It’s shameful enough knowing that all of these strange people are going to see me this way.
I can hear the sounds of voices and footsteps getting closer to the living room. All male.
When Dimitri and his guests reach the living room, they all pause and go silent.
“That is my wife,” Dimitri says. “She was being naughty so I had to punish her. I hope you gentlemen don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” one of them says. I finally make myself look up. The man I’m assuming just spoke looks me up and down with a hungry look. “You have a beautiful wife.”
“And she’s just to look at. Not to touch.” Dimitri settles in the chair beside me and places his hand on my head like I’m a dog.
There are three other men in the room, all of varying ages. One looks to be in his seventies, while the other two look more like forties and fifties.
“I can’t imagine being married to such a sexy young woman.” The man who spoke has grey hair and piercing blue eyes. I’m sure he was handsome when he was younger.
“Well, considering I’m only thirty-one, it shouldn’t surprise any of you that I have a young wife.” Dimitri’s comment makes all the other men laugh.
“Still,” Grey Hair says. “She is something to look at.”
“Exactly. Sofiya. She makes me proud. Sitting here and being obedient. It’s not easy for her.”
“No?” This man has pearly white teeth that are almost blinding. “Is she naughty?”
“Yes.” Dimitri’s hand rests on my head, gently running his fingers over my scalp. I can’t deny that it feels good. Way too good.
Because I can feel another surge of arousal hit me. How is this possible? In this situation? My face burns even hotter.
“Is she ok?” the oldest man asks. “She’s shifting around.”
Dimitri notices me pressing my legs together and gives me a knowing smile.
“She’s fine. If she’s patient, I’ll give her what she needs.
Until then, she can wait. Now, let’s discuss business, men.
I tried to make a deal with Alek Morozov but he declined.
He’s moving in on my territory and needs to be dealt with.
I was hoping that’s where you could come in hand. ”
“How so?” Pearly Whites asks.
“Kill him for me. Make it look like a car accident. Nothing that can be tied back to me.”
A shiver runs down my body. How can Dimitri speak so casually about murdering another person? Does this Alek Morozov deserve it? Is my father in on the plan? Because my father isn’t here tonight, for which I’m glad. I would die of mortification if he ever saw me like this.
“I’ll get working on that,” the old man says. “Should be easy. I know Alek. He’s a bit cocky. Getting too big for his britches. He’ll no longer be a problem by the end of the week.”
Dimitri nods once. It’s a powerful gesture. “Good. Now, let’s enjoy some drinks. Talk about thinks other than business.”
Grey Hair turns to me. “Man, Dimitri, I just have to say that your wife is so obedient. She hasn’t said a word. I would love to hear her voice.”
“I’ll allow it. Sofiya, say hello.”
“Hello,” I force the word out.
Grey Hair’s smile is smug and it only serves to make me uncomfortable. “She even has a beautiful voice. Have her say something else.”
Dimitri’s hand stills on my head. “My wife is not a show pony for you to make do tricks. She is my wife.”
“I apologize, Dimitri, but I mean… you’re the one who brought your naked wife out here for all of us to look at. You can’t blame me for looking.”
“You’re right. I can’t. But I can blame you for talking to her like you are. Either shut up or leave if you can’t.” Dimitri’s tone speaks to no disagreement. It makes a heat settle inside my body. His strong demeanor is a turn on.
“You’re right. I’ll stop.” But Grey Hair keeps looking at me, so I look right back. For some reason, I want to get this man in trouble. I want to not be the only one filled with shame tonight.
Grey Hair flashes me a smile so I smile in return. “You are so pretty.”
“Jared,” Dimitri growls. “I said enough.”
“But she smiled at me! She was asking for it.”
“I know my wife. She wouldn’t smile at another man without my permission. If you talk to her one more time tonight, I will break your fucking hand. Is that understood?”
The other two men share a strained look but Grey Hair continues to double down.
“But she was smiling at me. Are you sure you didn’t marry a whore who likes to flirt with other men who are not her husband?”
“That’s it.” Dimitri storms over to Jared and throws him to the ground and before everyone’s eyes, breaks Jared’s hand. The scream that erupts out of Jared’s mouth is one of pure horror. I cant help but smile. That’s what he gets for talking to me the way he did.
The instant I think that, my smile disappears. No. I can’t give into the darkness like Dimitri has. I have to be stronger.
Dimitri kicks Jared in the stomach for good measure. “Get to work on killing Alek Morozov and all of you leave this house. Right fucking now.”
The other two men don’t hesitate to run out the door while Jared is slower, cradling his hand to his chest, as he gets up and leaves.
The moment all the men are gone, the house feels extra silent. Eerie almost.
“Why did you do that?” I ask.
“Did I say you could speak?”
“Why did you do that?” I ask, ignoring him.
He sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Because I hated the way he was talking to you. The way he was looking at you.”
“But you brought me out here.”
“I know,” he snaps, then sighs once more. “I’m a jealous possessive man. It’s in my nature. I wanted to punish you but I ended up punishing myself. I couldn’t stand to have those men look at you.” He walks behind me and unties my hands. I breathe a sigh of relief.
Without a word, Dimitri picks me up into his arms and carries me into our bedroom.
“I’m cold,” I say.
He goes into the closet and comes out with a silky nightgown and a shawl. “Here.” He helps me slip it on and wraps the shawl around me. “I don’t want you to be cold.”
His kind gesture makes me cry. From all the pleasure he showed me today to finding Katya to the humiliation he put me through, it’s all so much and I can’t hold back my tears.
Dimitri wraps me in his arms and holds me close, running his hand up and down my spine.
And I lean into him and let him comfort me.