Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Sofiya
“Where were you?” he asks.
“I went to my parents’ house. I wanted to talk to my mom.
” I try to remain as calm as possible. Dimitri is possessive.
I know he just wants me here but it’s in moments like this where I can’t stand him.
Can’t stand the way he likes to control me.
It’s one thing to make my body wild and desperate for him.
It’s another thing to try and keep me from my parents.
“You know that you can see your mom if she comes here. I agreed for you two to see each other every week. But she was just over. Why did you need to go see her? Why couldn’t she come here?”
“Why am I not allowed to go to my parents’ house? It’s just their house.”
“Because I have enemies, Sofiya,” he snaps. “When you leave this house on your own without my supervision, it puts you in danger. I didn’t know where you were. That’s what makes me angry. You could have been hurt.”
“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I didn’t realize it would be a problem.”
He gives me an incredulous look. “You didn’t think it would be a problem? Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Fine. I thought I would be back home before you knew I was gone. And I should have left a note. Or I could have had my mom come here. You’re right.
But I didn’t think it would be a problem going to my parents’ house.
That’s it. I made a mistake. But I wasn’t trying to leave you.
I was there to tell my mom that she doesn’t need to worry about me anymore.
That I’m going to focus on us. On our marriage. ”
Some of the anger dissipates in him. “That’s good to hear.”
I pause, waiting for more but he doesn’t give it. “So… are you not going to apologize for getting angry with me?” I can tell it’s the wrong thing to say.
“Why would I apologize? You’re the one who left without telling me where you were going.”
“Because I’m not your pet, Dimitri. I’m your wife.
I’m choosing to focus on us. But I would like a little bit of respect given back to me.
I should have told you I left, yes. But you’re angry for no reason.
It was just to talk with my mom. I wasn’t out there cheating on you.
You can admit to your own mistakes as well. Why does it always have to be me?”
He approaches me and I stand my ground, not showing fear. Dimitri has done so many things to me. What more can he do? “Because you are mine, Sofiya.”
“And you’re not mine? You’re my husband. I am trying here. Why can’t you try in return?”
“You need me. I can tell.”
“You don’t need me?” I snap back. Everything I told my mom – how she didn’t need to worry anymore – is starting to seem like a fool’s dream.
I do still need to worry about Dimitri. Not for what he’ll do to me but for the simple fact that I’m not sure he’ll ever respect me as his wife.
He wants me, yes, that much is obvious. But I’ll never be his equal.
“You need to watch your mouth. You go to your parents’ house and come back like this? Your mom is influencing you too much.”
“My mom is just trying to protect me.”
He cups my face. “And I’m trying to protect you. Now, I think you need to be disciplined for this attitude. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I don’t say another word because I know Dimitri’s right. I don’t like feeling like this: out of control. His discipline helps calm me. But it still frightens me just a little. Will that feeling ever go away? Do I even want it to?
“Now, since you need to learn from your mistakes today, I’m going to have you sit at my feet. All day. You can’t say a word. I’ll be generous and let you keep your clothes on. To show that I’m not without mercy.”
A flicker of disappointment hits me. A part of me wants to be naked around him. Have him look at my body. Touch it. Pleasure it like he’s done before. So, in a way, by keeping me in my clothes, he’s punishing me.
And I think Dimitri knows it.
He leads me into his office and motions for me to sit down on the floor. Not even talking to me. Already treating me like I’m a dog. I want to scream at him for treating me this way while I also am desperate to make him proud of me again. The ache within me is already forming. How badly I want him.
Was this Dimitri’s plan all along? Make me this desperate for him? I believe so.
I sit down in a kneeling position with my hands in my lap, waiting. But Dimitri turns to his computer and ignores me. We both know it’s driving me crazy.
I clench my hands together to keep from shaking. My eyes glare holes into the side of Dimitri’s face. I want him to feel my emotion. Feel how he makes me feel: desperate and anxious and needy.
If my mom were to see me like this, she’d be horrified. I know. After everything I told her today and then this happens. Will Dimitri and I ever be able to find a rhythm that works for us? I’m not sure and that makes a weight settle in my stomach.
I want to beg him to forgive me. Beg him to let me talk to him. Beg him to please me. But Dimitri is not paying me any attention and he knows it’s driving me insane.
I close my eyes to calm my breathing. Maybe I can enter a meditative state to relax my mind but it only works for a moment before all my thoughts hit me again and an anger spreads through me. How dare Dimitri get to treat me like this. He’s not my owner.
Yet, he thinks he is. He may have bought me to save my life in Greece but that doesn’t make him my owner. I am not his property.
And I’m going to show him that. Take control. Make him go wild for a change.
Feeling bold, I slide closer to him on my knees. Dimitri flicks his eyes down to me before turning back to his laptop, unconcerned.
I rest my head on his thigh. Dimitri stills for a moment and then rests his hand on my head.
It’s a comforting gesture. Enough to make me want to cry.
He has this ability about him. How he can make me so angry at one moment and then calm and relaxed and comforted in another.
It’s all so confusing. I don’t think I’ll ever find a way out of this.
He plays with my hair, rubbing circles into my head. It starts to make me sleepy but that’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to make Dimitri feel how I feel.
So I move between his legs.
He finally looks down at me and keeps his eyes onto me. “Sofiya, what are you doing?”
I don’t give him an answer as I place my hands on his zipper and pull it down.
“Sofiya.”
I reach my hand into his pants and grab his length. It’s already hard. So Dimitri is just as affected by this as I am. I give his erection a squeeze, making him grunt in surprise. A smile crosses my face. He’s not so calm, cool, and collected as he appears.
“Sofiya,” he warns.
“Don’t you want this?” I ask as sweetly as I can. “Let me make things up to you. Let me show you pleasure.”
“I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”
“What isn’t?”
“You want to make me lose control. So, no. You will not touch me. Not unless I say so.”
“But you can touch me without my say so?”
“Have I ever given you pleasure without your consent?”
Technically, no. The only times he’s ever touched me without my consent was to spank me. As for everything else, I willingly gave him.
“Why can’t I do this for you?” I practically whine. I’m so desperate for him. Desperate to make him like me.
“Because I said no. I make the rules. You don’t.”
“It’s not fair.” I stroke my hand up his length. A sharp hiss leaves his mouth. He likes this, that much is obvious. But Dimitri doesn’t want to give in to me. I am supposed to be his but apparently, he is not mine.
Will he ever be?
“Stop, Sofiya,” he warns again. “I said stop.”
I remove my hand from his pants and slump my shoulders. “I can’t just sit here all day, quietly, while you ignore me. It’s going to drive me insane.”
“That’s the point.” Calmly, he zips his pants back up. “Now, sit beside me and don’t make a sound. If you have to use the bathroom, let me know. But other than that, I expect you to be a good girl and do as I say. Don’t you want to make me proud?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good. So make me proud.”
“Why can’t you make me proud?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Why are you so defiant today? Was it seeing your parents?”
“Don’t blame this on them.”
“Fine. I won’t. So what is it? Tell me now so we can move on from it.”
“I told my mom not to worry about me anymore and yet, all I can think is: did I make a mistake? I’m not sure.”
He cups my face with both of his hands. “Your mom doesn’t need to worry about you.
I may be making you into my perfect wife but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever seriously hurt you.
I’ll push your body. Push your mind. But that’s just because I know you have the ability to become the perfect wife. That is all.”
A tear slips down my face. “What are you doing to me?”
“I am liberating you. Showing you what it’s like to be consumed by another person. Now, be a good girl and stay quiet for me. I’ll give you a reward if you do.”
My body lights on fire at the promise of a reward. It doesn’t take a genius for me to know it will be something pleasurable.
Using all the strength in my mind, I sit beside Dimitri and remain quiet while he works. I set my head back on his thigh and shut my eyes, willing myself to become comfortable. To make him proud.
Dimitri works for about an hour and in that time, I find my mind drifting off. Comforted by the strength of his leg under my head. My strong, intense husband. The man my father threw me to the wolves to. The man who has changed my life forever.
My heart rate slows down. My breath comes out calmly. I’m at ease.
And it’s then that Dimitri finishes his work. “You did good for me, Sofiya. I know this is tough for you. You’re still not fully mine yet. But I did promise you a reward.”
He picks me up by the waist and places me on the desk. “You can talk again. I want to hear you scream my name as I pleasure you.”