Chapter Five
Bogdan hadn’t come to bed. That wasn’t usually a problem. She would be tired, she’d go to bed, and sometime through the night he was there. No big deal. Only, tonight it was different. All those other times she hadn’t felt his erection digging against her, yet today she had. There was no way she could mistake it for anything other than a hard cock.
She pressed a hand to her head and stared up at the ceiling. “What the hell is the matter with me?”
She glanced over toward his space, and she missed him.
Sex was a whole different thing. They hadn’t been together since their wedding night. The following morning, she had to put up with that awful ritual, and knowing what she did now, her father did it on purpose. Pushing all thoughts of that horrible man out of her mind, she threw the covers off. There was no way she was going to sleep as her mind was going too fast for her to slow down and just relax.
She had no idea what was going on with her and Bogdan, but the only solution for something like this was ice cream, or chocolate, or both.
Pushing her feet into a pair of slippers, she didn’t bother with a robe and made her way out of their shared bedroom, and downstairs. She went straight to the kitchen, not bothering to check if Bogdan had fallen asleep in his office. If he wanted to sleep there rather than in his bed, that was up to him.
Did she feel his hard erection today? Was it even for her? For all she knew, he might have had business with a mistress? After all, her father had married his mistress and moved her into the family home.
She shook her head and went to the fridge. Ice cream waited, but what also called to her was the chocolate cake sitting covered on a cake stand. It was a clear cover, and her mouth watered at the sight. She wanted a nice, big slice. She grabbed a knife and cut herself a piece, not too big. She loved chocolate cake, but what she didn’t love was the sick feeling when she ate a little too much. Chocolate was chocolate.
With a moderate piece cut, she could always go back for seconds. She took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbed herself a dessert fork, and had a bite. It was so much better than ice cream.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
Bogdan asked.
And he was the cause of her not being able to sleep.
“You’re awake.”
He stood in the doorway, wearing the same clothes he had that morning. His sleeves were rolled up, showcasing his endless streams of tattoos.
“I was working,” he said.
She nodded.
“Is it good?” he asked.
“The best.”
He moved past her and it was like she was hyperaware of him. She couldn’t help but look at his hands. They had once touched her, held her in place as he drove inside her. Their wedding night hadn’t been good. She accepted that, but it didn’t always have to be that way, did it?
He turned back toward her, and moved opposite her. She watched as he slid the dessert fork through his slice and took a bite.
“You’re right, it’s the best.”
Why did his lips have to look so good when he said it like that? She licked her own lips and tried not to think about how good he looked. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to ignore that pulse beating so rapidly inside her.
Did she really want to have sex with her husband? Her mind was so confused right now.
She tapped her finger on the counter and wondered how best to bring it up. How was a wife supposed to discuss sex? Was she supposed to ask for a schedule? Did he want her to perform her wifely duties? Did he have a mistress? Would he be faithful to her?
“Do you want to fuck?”
That sounded right and then Anastasia jerked up, as she suddenly realized the question was spoken aloud, and it was being asked of her.
She looked up at Bogdan and he stared right back at her. “What?”
“You heard me. Do you want to fuck?” he asked.
“You can’t just ask me that.”
He pointed the dessert fork at her. “Look me in the eye and tell me right now you’re not thinking about it.”
She licked her lips. Anastasia had never been a liar. She always prided herself on telling the truth. Her mother had adored that about her. Staring at Bogdan now, she didn’t feel quite so happy about it. She didn’t want to lie to him.
“How do you know what I’m feeling?”
“Your nipples are erect and it’s not cold. You’ve got a flush to your chest, and the way you’re looking at me, Anastasia, you look like you want me to take that decision right out of your hands.”
She swallowed. How did he know this?
Staring at him, she knew her move was the next one.
Putting her dessert fork down on her plate, she pushed out her chair and stood on two feet. What was she going to do? This was insane.
She rounded the counter, and in the back of her mind, she thought she was going to move past him, go upstairs to bed, and forget all about this. Only … she was attracted to her husband. The monstrous killer. The man everyone had nightmares about.
The sane part of her brain kept telling her she should run in the opposite direction. This was not a man to fool around with. This was not a man to play with, or be attracted to.
She heard the rumors and the gossip, and the truth was, she didn’t care. This man was hers.
So, she turned toward him and stepped close. Her heart raced, and she didn’t know if she was doing the right thing, but she didn’t care.
“Yes,”
she said. “I want to fuck.”
And those words made her cheeks heat.
Bogdan stared at her for several seconds, and then he cupped her cheek. She didn’t flinch. She knew this man was not going to hurt her. He’d promised her he wouldn’t, and she believed him. He stroked her cheek, ran his thumb across her bottom lip, and then his fingers traced where her negligee fell on her body.
Bogdan pushed one strap down, and then the other. With a gentle push on her bodice, the whole negligee fell to her hips, and then another gentle push, and it was on the floor.
She was naked in front of her husband. There was a slight temptation to cover herself, but she stopped. She wore a flimsy pair of panties, and he took them off with a single squeeze of the fabric. Anastasia heard it tear, and then she was completely naked in front of him. She had no idea what to do.
Bogdan didn’t make her wait. She let out a gasp as he suddenly picked her up and landed her right on the counter. He must have already moved the cake, as she landed on the slightly cold surface. She held onto the edge and he pressed his hands against her thighs.
“Lie back,” he said.
There was nothing for her to do but exactly what he said, so she laid back. The cake was nowhere to be seen. The counter was not overly large, but it was enough to keep her body weight, and to stop her from being at an odd angle.
He pressed a hand to her stomach, holding her in place, and then he spread her legs wide. She let out a gasp, closing her eyes, as she felt his fingers touch her sex.
“You have such a pretty cunt, and do you know what I like about it?” he asked.
With his hands on her body, she was struggling to think. All she could do was feel, and what he was doing to her was driving her wild. She felt so wet, so … wanton. There was no focus in her mind.
“No,” she said.
She felt his lips brush against her pussy.
“That my cock is the only one this little pussy has seen,” he said.
Anastasia was not ready for what he did next, as he pressed his tongue against her clit and then plunged down.
Yes, he was the only man she had ever been with. The only man she intended to be with. She took her vows very seriously, and as he licked her pussy, she knew she had made the right decision. There was no other man she wanted.
He danced across her clit, and she screamed his name, not wanting him to stop. Bogdan teased her relentlessly, diving down toward her entrance and fucking her with his tongue, to bring his tongue back up and stroke her clit.
The pleasure started to build quite rapidly. She struggled to think. She screamed his name, and when she thought she was about to hit that peak, he stopped.
At first, his whole body moved away from her, and she sat up, but she didn’t have to wait long, as he lifted her off that counter, throwing her over his shoulder, and without another word, marched her right back up to their bedroom.
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Bogdan didn’t give a shit where he fucked Anastasia. From this point on, he was going to take her in every single room of every property he owned. She was going to be riding his cock a great deal, but this time he was not going to make her come in the kitchen. There would be time for that.
This was only their second time, and he was going to make it as comfortable for her as possible. He already felt how tight she still was with his tongue and knew she might be sore after tonight. He intended to take precautions when it came to her. His cock was rock-hard.
Dropping her down on the bed, he removed his clothes in record time. He didn’t linger, and Anastasia stared at him, watching.
Going to the drawer beside the bed, he pulled out the tube of lubrication he had placed there at the start of their marriage, but never opened. He would use it if he felt it was necessary.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
She opened her thighs, and he couldn’t help but love that she followed his instructions. “You’re the perfect little wife, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Is that what you’re wanting?”
she asked.
He knelt on the bed, and grabbed her ankle, lifting it up and kissing the inside her foot. “In the bedroom, yes. I want you to do everything I say.”
“And what about outside?”
“In front of my men, you do as you’re told. In front of anyone, you do the same, including your father. When we’re alone, you can tell me everything.”
He kissed up her leg, going toward her knee, and then gliding his tongue up her inner thigh. When it came to her pussy, he spread the lips of her sex and teased across her swollen clit. She was already so wet. Dripping wet.
He moved his fingers down to her entrance, and he slid a single finger inside her, finding her soaking wet. She was so tight.
Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked on the bud, using his teeth at the same time. He heard her soft, subtle, sensual scream, and he let go. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he stroked down and began to thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. Yes, she was still tight.
Reaching for the tube of lubrication, he was going to use it as a precaution.
He pulled his tongue from her pussy, went straight to her clit, and started to stroke back and forth, working her clit. At the same time, he worked some of the lubrication over his stiff cock. This was to guarantee he didn’t hurt her. She was soaking wet, but he didn’t see a reason to not prepare himself to take her.
He kept teasing her clit, allowing her to get closer to an orgasm. He didn’t stop his focus, drawing her higher, getting close to that peak, but he didn’t take her over the edge, not immediately. The teasing was driving him crazy. He wanted to be balls-deep inside her.
Finally, when he no longer had the patience, he sent her over the edge, but this time he didn’t allow her the chance to come down. Moving between her spread thighs, he placed the tip of his erect cock at her entrance, and then slammed deep inside her, and Anastasia took his whole cock. Bogdan didn’t stop until he was seated at the hilt, and there was no more for her to take.
She had let out a little cry, but he felt the fluttering of her pussy and knew she was still in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He took hold of her hands, locked their fingers together, and pressed it against either side of her head. Anastasia was at his mercy. And this was the way he liked it.
Staring down into her brown eyes, he saw how aroused she was. Still, her pussy pulsed around his cock and he waited, allowing the last of the pulses to leave her body, then he started to rock inside her.
He began slowly, pulling out only an inch and thrusting back inside. He did this multiple times, and when he knew she was ready, he began to pick up the pace and worked his cock deep inside her, going harder and faster. Over and over, he thrust deep within her pussy, watching her eyes as he did so. She was loving every second of him taking her, and this felt so much better than that first time.
Anastasia had tried to hide the pain she felt, but she was not a good actress and she was not successful.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said.
She moaned her response and she surprised him even more by thrusting up to meet him, and he took possession of her lips, kissing her. Damn, how long had it been since he last kissed her? Their wedding day?
Once the priest stated he could kiss his bride, that was the only time he had kissed her, and he hadn’t taken the time to kiss her again. He was not going to pass up another opportunity to kiss her. Her lips were a fucking dream.
Driving inside her, kissing her, and knowing it had been three months since he found his last release. Bogdan was only a fucking man. A hard man, a monstrous man, but still a man who was hungry for his wife. He didn’t have the patience tonight, so he drove his cock in deep and found his release, spilling it deep into her sweet cunt. Wave upon wave of cum flooded her pussy.
He heard her soft moan, felt her cunt tighten around him, and he loved every second of it.