Chapter 12 #2
I don’t show any fear… not until I get back into my car. My hands are shaking. Fucker. I can’t deny that I was a little bit afraid in there. Alek could have killed me. It was a risky and stupid plan to go to his club alone.
The thought of dying and leaving Sofiya and Katya by themselves… it’s a pain that hurts more than anything else in this world. I have people I have to think about. I have to consider. I can’t be this reckless again.
If Sofiya were ever this reckless, I would have her locked away in my cage for the rest of her life.
I return home, feeling both angry and numb. Angry at Alek for not just fucking dying. Angry at myself for being so fucking reckless.
And angry because I can’t seem to get control of my life.
I’ve always had control. Katya wanted to stay in her room so I allowed it. I kept a watchful eye on her. It’s what she needed.
Now Sofiya has come and shaken things up. She’s not afraid to push me. In fact, I know she likes it when I punish her. It turns her on. She was made for me.
But in pushing me, it tells me that I don’t have control of her like I want. She’ll always have a tiny bit of defiance inside of her. I want to snuff it out while at the same time, I want to nurture it. It’s all fucking confusing.
I wonder if Sofiya feels the same way.
God, I need her. I need to feel her in my arms. I need to know that she’s mine.
I storm inside the house and after searching, I find her in our ensuite bathroom, washing her hands. Her overalls are covered in dirt but the rest of her is so beautiful, it fucking hurts.
I grab her without waiting.
She gasps but it only takes her a moment to relax into my arms.
“I fucking hate these overalls on you,” I growl into her, holding her back to my chest. She has a little shirt on underneath the overalls. It shows off her waist. Tempting me with her skin. Fuck, how I need her.
I shove the straps of her overalls down so I can touch the bare skin around her stomach from where her shirt has ridden up. Fucking crop tops. They’ll be the death of me.
I was always the sort of man that preferred a woman in elegant dresses but seeing Sofiya in simple clothing has driven me insane in a way I never thought possible. It’s because of her. She’s the one driving me insane.
“Dimitri,” she moans softly, pressing her body into mine. She needs this as much as I do.
I kiss along her shoulder and neck, making her arch into me, as my hands splay out on her stomach. Fuck, I need her. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to finally fuck her. Sofiya isn’t there yet but I know she’s getting close. I know she’s as desperate as I feel some days.
I push her shirt up and cup her bare breasts. “No bra?”
“No,” she gasps as I give her breasts a squeeze. God, I love them. The way they’re perky and cute. Her pink nipples are my new obsession. Everything about Sofiya is my new obsession.
She grabs the bathroom counter to steady herself as I run my thumbs over each of her nipples. I know it’s possible for her to come from just breast play. That’s how sensitive her body is. How much it was made for me.
I lock my eyes with hers in the mirror, never letting her out of my sight. She is going to know she is mine, sooner or later. Sofiya can’t help herself as she presses her breasts into my hands. She needs this as much as I do.
“Dimitri,” she whimpers. God, I could listen to her say my name like that until the end of this world.
“You love how I play with your nipples. Don’t you, baby?” I kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. The soft moan that escapes her lips makes me rock fucking solid. I’ve held off on her touching my cock until yesterday. Now that she’s had her mouth on me, I need it all over again.
But for right now, I just want to touch her body. Nothing turns me on more than knowing she has such a strong reaction to my touch. No one else’s. Never anyone else’s.
“Yes,” she says, her voice sounding choked. To my surprise, she places her hands over mine, holding my hands to her breasts. I knead them harder. Her nipples are standing to attention, making it easy for me to roll them around. Flick them. I know it’s what she likes.
“I want you to come for me like this,” I order. “With only my eyes on you. With only my hands on your breasts. Nowhere else. That’s the power I have over you. So come for me, Sofiya.”
She arches even more into my hands before a cry escapes her lips and her body trembles. Her hips buck into the air as her orgasm hits her. It’s a beautiful sight. One I’ll never get tired of seeing.
I slip her shirt fully off her and toss it to the ground like it’s nothing more than an inconvenience. Because it is.
Then I shove her overalls the rest of the way down her body, revealing her sexy white underwear underneath.
I press her body against the counter. “Feel how hard you make me.” I grind my erection against her ass. Even through my pants, I know she can feel me.
Sofiya moans once more, pressing her body to me.
“I know you weren’t ready for me to fuck you on our wedding night. Are you ready now?”
She tenses slightly. “Are you…”
“I’m not going to do it right now. Not like this. But I need to know. Are you at a point where you’re ready for it? For me?”
“You won’t just take me?”
“No. I need you to say you want me. I don’t want to take you against your will. Where’s the fun in that? The fun is knowing you’re willingly giving your body over to me. Knowing no one else has ever touched you the way I have. Tasted you the way I have.”
“Yes. I know I’m getting ready. Getting closer.”
“Good girl. And don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you for the first time against this counter.
But I am going to taste you again.” I shove her panties down, exposing her sexy ass.
God, how I love spanking her. In fact, I give her ass a light spank for good measure.
Sofiya presses her backside closer to me.
She loves it just as much as I do. Fuck, she was made for me.
But today isn’t about pain. It’s not about discipline. It’s about feeling my wife in my arms and knowing I have the power to make her feel like a fucking goddess.
I lower myself to my knees and spread her legs.
“Dimitri?” she asks, sounding confused.
“Just trust me, baby.” I grab her hips and make her arch her back so her ass is closer to my face.
And that’s when I press my tongue between her legs.
In this position, I’m able to get closer to her entrance, even if her nub is further away.
Without giving her warning, I press my tongue inside of her pussy.
Sofiya moans and grips the counter so tightly, I can see her knuckles turning white. Good. I want her to feel me. I want her to know that I’m the only one who can make her feel this way.
Her innocent little cunt is mine for the taking.
As I press my tongue inside of her, I bring my hand around her body and touch her clit. Her hips buck forward to my hand. If I didn’t have my tongue inside of her pussy, I’d smile.
I flick her nub. Sofiya’s moans grow louder.
I love whenever she becomes unhinged because of me.
Love how sexy she sounds. How I’m the one making her this way.
My cock is screaming at me for my own release but I ignore it.
Nothing is better than showing my wife pleasure.
Well, except for when I show her pain. That’s a particular kind of pleasure I can’t get anywhere else.
Sofiya becomes wild. Dropping her head back. Bucking her hips into my hand one moment and then pressing her ass back so my tongue can sink deeper into her.
Fuck, I love how she tastes. Like innocence with a hint of musk. Her smell is addicting. It’s pure sex and I need it.
I pull my tongue out of her and press it to her folds.
Licking and gently sucking. Sofiya’s legs shake from trying to hold herself up.
I’m not sure how much more she’ll be able to take and that’s fine by me.
I want her to fall into my arms. I want her to be so spent she can’t even think of anyone else but me.
I press my finger onto her clit and that’s what gives Sofiya her second orgasm of the day. She slumps against the counter, trembling and shaking. I pull my face away from her pussy and press my finger to her backside. To her back entrance. I slip just the tip of my finger into her ass.
“Dimitri,” she gasps.
“Does this hurt?”
“Yes.” She sounds scared. It lights a fire within me.
I pull my finger away. “I’m not going to take you here, unless you want it someday. I’m more interested in your pussy than your ass. But this can cause some pain that can bring pleasure. I might have to explore it in the future.”
“I’m not sure…”
I stand up and turn her around to face me. Her cheeks are flushed and there’s a light to her eyes that only happens after she’s had an orgasm.
I grip her chin and press my lips to hers, giving her a deep, passionate kiss that makes even myself breathless. She sinks into me, gripping my shirt like she’ll die without me. Good. That’s how I want her to feel. Sofiya should always want me. If she doesn’t, then I’m not doing my job right.
“Do you like how you taste?” I ask after pulling back from the kiss.
“Yes,” she admits, blushing harder.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Good. Because I love how you taste. In fact, I think I need to taste you again.” I pick her up and place her onto the counter.
She gasps. “It’s cold.”
“Then I’ll just have to warm you up. Lean back.”
The sight of her naked body is a thing of beauty, like a Greek statue. I lower myself onto my knees again and place her legs on either side of my head. That’s when I go back down on her.
“It’s too much,” she whispers, pushing at my head but I ignore her and keep my lips glued to her nub. Sucking and flicking and tasting.
“It’s not too much,” I growl and grab her hands, keeping them planted to the counter. “I’ll say when it’s too much. Besides, I thought you would be glad to have me pleasure you.”
“Well… yes.”