Chapter 21 Constance #2
“Please? You vant me to stop?! Yet, you antagonize me, placing your scent on vhat’s mine?
Vell, if you vant it so bad you’re villing to torture and disrespect me, ze very fucking least be bold enough to fucking smell it.
” He thrusts Alik’s nose in my pussy, and I arch my back, body singing out a hum, electricity buzzing through my pussy and clit.
“B-by ze Source! It’s good!” Alik buries his face into my pussy, sniffing… like literally inhaling my pussy’s scent like a starved animal.
“Zhat’s it. Good boy. Bury zhat nose all in zhere.
You vant it, huh? You come to my door and beat your dick to zhis smell…
you resist scratching at ze door for zhis pussy…
go on, taste it,” Misha teases as he runs Alik’s face over my pussy, and I see Alik’s eyes roll to the back of his head like he’s just took a hit of crack.
“Stick zhat tongue out like good boy and lap it up like you’re literally dying to. ”
“I… I shouldn’t… I—”
“Eat it,” Misha commands and it’s like I’m experiencing déjà vu of the first night at the Pleasure Palace.
I shake, watching Alik close his eyes, and I must be high because I see his tongue go from regular to almost dog-like.
Just like Misha’s in the garden. Misha let’s him go and hoist me up, literally placing my ass and pussy in his face.
Alik growls, running his tongue over my ass, then my pussy, then my clit before his tongue disappears into my pussy.
“AAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” I scream, squirting like a waterfall on his face.
My heart is beating so fast I can’t even breathe. I feel Alik jerking as he greedily laps at my pussy and ass while beating his dick so hard it looks painful, but that just turns me on more.
“Da, da, good boy. Go on, eat up.” Misha smirks when Alik slurps me up and goes still, whimpering and whining, groaning as he cums. Misha chuckles when Alik doesn’t stop eating me, but he fists his hand in his hair again, this time pulling hard.
“I’m a reasonable guy. All you have to do is ask and I share, since sharing is caring.
But if you covet vhat’s mine vitout permission again, I vill kill you.
Even if it’s you, Alik. Understand?” Misha warns and Alik snarls up at him, batting his hand away.
“Fuck you.” He glares and Misha throws his head back, laughing, grabbing a bottle of unscented soap that he told me has the same properties as the perfume, lathering it. I watch him in my hazy mind, washing my pussy while Alik sits there, looking devastated.
“Nyet, but I know vit zhat attitude vho you von’t be fucking…” Misha chuckles as he continues washing me.
“Mikhail, you’re crossing ze line,” Alik cautions and Misha shrugs.
“I put ze line zhere, so it’s mine to do vit vhat ze fuck I vant. Now tell me vhat you came here for and leave,” Misha snorts. The whole time I’m on cloud nine, barely functioning, body still on fire.
I see Alik stand on wobbly legs, clothes soaked as he steps out of the shower before he disappears.
For a split second, I thought he left, but I hear drawers slamming and stomping in the room before he comes back and I see he’s in a pair of Misha’s clothes.
They look good on him, even though they are way too big on his smaller frame, which is shocking because Alik used to be roughly the size of Misha, just a tad smaller.
That realization wakes me up a bit more.
“So, vhat do you vant?”
“Don’t ask me zhat vhen you know vhat today is.
Pyper is downstairs practically buzzing, vaiting for Connie.
I von’t be surprised if she barges in here, so vrap zhis up.
” Alik waves at Dimitri and Nadya, who look high, passed out on the floor.
“And for fuck’s sake, stop leaking pheromones.
Just look at zhem. Zhere’s only so much ze pheromone blocker in your room can take. ”
Wh-what the hell are they talking about?
“Is zhat all you need to say?” Misha continues to wash me, cleaning my pussy thoroughly.
“Y-yes,” Alik murmurs, and I pop my sleepy eyes open, seeing him staring at me longingly as Misha takes the detachable shower wand and rinses then packs me out of the shower.
“Got it…” he grunts and stops at the shower door before he whispers something to Alik.
I feel a buzz of electricity in the room, and it’s as if the sex-induced haze is lifted.
As that happens, Dimitri and Nadya slowly open their eyes.
“Wash off and get dressed… it’s almost time,” he tells them and they nod, stretching.
“By your vill.” They stand and bow, joining in the shower. Misha looks energized as he packs me to the bedroom, where he dries me off, which is miraculously already cleaned.
After a while, Nadya and Dimitri come out of the shower, and we all spray down.
They help me get dress after massaging and rubbing me down with oil that that soothes most of the pain I feel when we have rough sex.
However, this time when I glance up, I’m embarrassed to see Alik is still there, watching even as Misha lays me on the bed and covers me up.
“Vhy are you still here?” Misha asks him casually, but Alik says nothing. He just sits next to me, running his cool hands over my feverish head. I hum, loving how it feels to be doted on by all of them.
“Because I vant to be. Let me have zhis… vhile I still can,” he pleads.
“Fucking covard,” Misha scoffs, but he doesn’t kick him out, and instead goes over to the mini fridge in the room and brings me over the tub of Rocky Road ice cream! “Vhat my Pechenye vants, my Pechenye gets,” he whispers and I giggle, opening my mouth for him to feed me.
For the first time, it feels peaceful and right, being with all four of them. Even if I can feel the underlying tension between Alik and Misha, I don’t want any of them to go. Yes, I want to ask questions, but I don’t want to ruin this euphoria.
I want to stay like this as lo— The door slams open like it’s the feds, and I sit up, seeing Pyper ass mean-mugging the fuck out of us.
“Do you knov hov long I have been vaiting?!” Pyper taps her foot. “Misha, are you trying to embarrass my best friend?” she snaps and I sit up, confused and tired, wanting to sleep. My back has been blown and so has my mind about what just transpired, but I’m too tired to think.
“Pyper, wh—” She breezes over, grabbing one of the fresh sheets and wrapping it around me.
“I’m taking her! Ze event starts in an hour and you’re in here keeping her from ze glam team.”
“Wait!” I call out as I’m being dragged from the room, but when I look back at Misha, he gives a brief nod.
“I told you she vould barge in,” Alik sighs.
“Hold on! Where are we go—”
“Do as Pyper says, Pechenye. Zhis appearance is necessary,” he mutters, watching us, but Pyper snorts.
“As if she had a choice.” She rolls her eyes and drags me away in confusion all the way to the parlor, where she pulls a silver garment bag off the rack and strips me.
“Chop chop. I must make you look ze best out of everyone! You vill be star of ze party.” Her eyes light up and I frown deeper.
“Uhm… what party, Pyper?” I ask as she whips the towel off me and gets to work. I groan, taking her arms and steading her. “PYPER! WHAT PARTY?!” I shout.
“It vas just announced zhat today, Dimitri and Nadya, as vell as Mikhail and Veronica vill be having a joint engagement party,” she states calmly and I reel back, shocked.
“Oh!”
“Da.” She nods, “But zhat is not ze crazy part.” She watches me and I blink, confused.
“Wait, there’s more?”
“Connie, Misha said he’s going to be showing up vit you…” She finishes and I balk.
“Hold the mother fucking phone! Friend, don’t tell me this man is trying to show up at his own damn engagement party with another bitch on his arm! And that bitch is gonna be me?!” I squeak and she nods.
“Da, you’re ze bitch, friend.”
“Oh lord…” I stagger back like Wendy Williams.
“Exactly. So I have to make you look good!” She grabs my wrist and yanks me upright, ignoring my dramatic flail and yelp.
“Zhat vay even if you look like homevrecking vhore, you look like beautiful homevrecking vhore,” she beams, throwing a designer dress I’ve never even heard of over my head, and I don’t even bother looking at the cost.
It’s a breathtaking column of silk, ruby red, impossibly rich and soft, with a slit that climbs to my thigh and a back that plunges to expose every line of my spine.
It’s the kind of dress that makes any bitch feel jealous and recite the infamous, “That bitch think she all that” whisper!
But wearing this dress, there would be no need to be humble because this dress screams “And do!” in response.
“Damn!” I mutter, putting my fist to my mouth, whistling after looking at myself in the mirror and I’m not even all the way put together. “You a real one for this, friend. You really trying to have me outdoing the fiancé!”
“Please,” she scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You could vear a potato sack and still outshine Veronica.” She rolls her eyes and I smirk, but says nothing as she steps back, clapping. “Da, look at your curves! It’s even got zhe dress fighting for its life!”
I wave her off and head to the glam chair where they start doing my hair, makeup and nails, but a question lingers in my head.
“What about you and Alik? Are you and Alik going to be in an arranged marriage as well?” I glance over to her and she goes still… completely still…
“Uhm…” she pauses. “Da,” she answers, and my heart squeezes.