19
Promises fulfilled
The paintin echoed on the second floor.
My son was in the pool receiving his morning swimming lesson. I took the opportunity to work out and was about to head up to the spa to relax when I heard the rhythmic sound coming down the stairwell.
Nikita hired the services of a masseur because, according to her, she had a knot due to tension. It was the first day the masseur came to the house. I thought it was good to indulge her; she had more than earned it.
We had spent a week where we barely rested. Let”s say we were in the process of adaptation. Her men and mine lived under the same roof, sharing the workload between both companies.
I agreed to hire the services of a nanny for a few hours a day, to have time aside from Adriano.
We needed to take care of the Mentium investigation, as well as dot all the i”s. The merger was not easy; there were many clauses to touch upon. We ended up having workdays of twelve or fourteen hours. Nikita was insatiable, wanted to know everything in detail, meet with the distributors, medical representatives, clinics, doctors, as well as the executive team of Tecnosalute and, of course, with Dante.
My finance manager and my lawyer kept singing praises of my wife in business matters, and drooled every time she walked through the boardroom, which was daily.
I couldn”t blame them for the pool of drool that formed under their feet.
I myself couldn”t stop thinking about throwing myself at her. The damn woman knew how to make me sick. With her gestures, looks, touches, and those outfits that would drive anyone crazy.
And the problem was not only her physique, which was scandalous, but that pernicious mind that made me sick, if I even stopped visiting Irene, arguing I was too stressed. It was a half-truth, because my cortisol levels had risen, so my training sessions were much longer, as I tried to compensate.
I thought of Nikita as I devoured the steps separating me from the second floor.
I liked to see how she turned around every explanation to increase profitability. How meticulous she was if there was something she did not understand. She wasn”t embarrassed to ask as many times as necessary until everything was clear. I also loved that her hand did not tremble before anything, or anyone. Not even before me. This last point was what most excited me, although I still couldn”t be sure her deck of cards wasn”t marked. She was too smart for everyone”s good.
My father had taken fifteen days of vacation, which he was enjoying with my mother-in-law and my sisters-in-law, so he was unaware of my wife”s capabilities, who was more than
ready to be the Vor that Putin longed for in his ranks.
Aleksa and Andrey were inseparable. I told my man I wanted him to become the shadow of my wife”s right hand. If someone knew Nikita”s intentions, it was that inscrutable guy with the cold gaze and laconic words. I wanted Aleksa to win him over by any means necessary, he had orders to do whatever was needed to achieve it without harming him.
I had just reached the spa door. The frosted glass pane was the only thing separating me from my wife”s screams. The sounds were much more intense. The masseur must have been giving her a hell of a beating.
I slid the door quietly to avoid disturbing and peeked in with a smile on my lips. The image that my pupils captured was like a direct punch.
Nikita was naked, sitting on the massage table, with her feet on it and her knees bent while the guy who crossed my doorstep this morning, looking like a recent graduate in physiotherapy, pushed between her thighs.
He was still wearing his robe. The only thing he had down were his pants and underwear.
My wife”s hands clung to the table and her neck curved backwards.
A blind fury burned inside me seeing her so given to pleasure. It wasn”t me who was offering it, but that worthless young upstart she had just met.
”Harder,” she growled, readjusting her neck to pass her legs around the male waist and grab his shoulders.
Nikita was too much woman for that fool.
”But what kind of massage is this!” I bellowed.
The eyelids slid open, and that pair of green slits met mine. A wicked smile spread across my wife”s mouth.
”Good morning to you too, honey,” she greeted me, without letting go of her lover. The boy froze. I think he even trembled, threatening to shatter if I roared again. He turned his face in horror to look at me, expecting to be split in two at any moment. ”Shhh, calm down, little one, my husband doesn”t mind, I”ve told you before.”
”I... I think he does mind...”
”No, not at all. He”s just surprised, that”s all. R understands that I”m a woman with needs and that he can”t meet them because his lover drains all his energy and then some. Right, honey?” She emphasized the question. I didn”t want Nikita to notice the rage building in me, because all I wanted to do was make love to my wife, and here was this kid, likely fueled by Cheetos and canned food, doing it instead.
”I thought if you called the masseur, it was to get rid of the knot,” I said sharply.
”Exactly, the one that had formed between my legs. I need sex frequently, otherwise I collapse. At night I”m too exhausted to go hunting, so Jacobo seemed perfect for the task.” I felt the vein in my neck throbbing. She glanced again at the boy with jelly knees. I was about to grab him by the neck and pull him away from Nikita to throw him down the stairs when I heard her snort— ”Don”t tell me you”ve lost your nerve!”
”I... I... I”m sorry. I c... can”t do this.” I was torn between laughter and murder. I opted for a middle ground and laughed inwardly, though I remained irritated.
”Get out!” Nikita snapped, annoyed.
The boy nearly fell flat on his face in his hurry to flee. He only managed to pull up his pants, even leaving the condom on.
As one would expect, he nearly soiled his underwear when I growled as he passed by me. I think I heard him bouncing down the stairs, which made me feel slightly better.
My wife got off the massage table without looking at me and stepped under a cold shower, judging by the way her skin goosebumped and her nipples turned hard as pebbles. I kept quiet, needing to think very carefully about what to say and why. Who was I angry with? Her? Myself? The fool who hadn”t been able to satisfy her? Thinking of her enjoying the arms of another made me sick.
My head was spinning. I had agreed with Nikita that we both could sleep with anyone except employees and now, seeing her intimate with the masseur, I felt like tying his balls into a knot like a balloon.
I cleared my throat and tried to sound as mature as I didn”t feel inside.
”I”m sorry your fling wasn”t even up to the standards of a consolation prize.”
Nikita turned off the water in the shower and glanced at me.
”Yeah, you look very sad.”
I let out a low laugh, and she glared at me before getting into the jacuzzi.
I took the chance to undress, dripping with sweat, so I urgently needed a rinse.
”Honey, he had a misfire. It can happen to anyone...” I scrubbed vigorously over my body. ”Call him when you”re more relaxed, meet up tomorrow, and I promise not to interrupt,” I said to see what she would say. If that kid showed up at our door again, I thought about calling his parents. There”s no worse punishment than that.
”Not even as a joke. I”m going to delete his number off the face of the Earth. I should have chosen better.” She sat with her back to me, her gaze fixed on the forest visible through the window in front of the jacuzzi. ”His ad was too pretentious to be true. ”Guaranteed orgasm, or I pay you.” What nonsense. I”m considering suing him for fraud or at least dropping his rating on the website. I bet those three reviews he had were written by
himself.” I almost choked on my own saliva.
”Did you find him on a dating site?” I asked, trying not to sound strangled.
”Where else? I needed a massage with a happy ending and I don”t even have time to breathe with all these changes. Don”t worry, he came with his medical certificate and he was wearing a condom. Though it didn”t do him much good,” she snorted. ”Aren”t guys supposed to be a hormone festival at twenty, ready to turn into a jackhammer?”
”I think yours was more of a rubber mallet,” I laughed. Nikita raised her hand and flipped me off. ”Look, not to defend him, but put yourself in his shoes. He was making love to a woman who could pass for a goddess, he must have been nervous about not measuring up, and, to top it off, he was interrupted by a guy in a bad mood, covered in tattoos, who didn’t seem too pleased with the scene. It”s logical his snake turned into a little worm, maybe he was even a virgin,” I joked.
”There you go, making things worse.”
I turned on the water and soaped up thoroughly. Nikita submerged until she disappeared and emerged a few seconds later to turn around.
She was no longer looking at the forest, but at me. She rested her arms on the edge and let her chin fall on them. The water formed small rivulets making their way down that perfect face.
It was the first time she saw me without a shred of clothing. She evaluated every fold of my body covered in muscles and ink.
A sigh escaped her lips.
”You look like a squid in ink.” Her observation made me laugh.
”Is that because of my tentacle?” I shook my member which showed a considerable size.
”For the whole package,” she unabashedly replied and continued to gaze at my groin which responded to the scrutiny.
”I like squids, especially if they”re as tasty as you.”
”Thanks.”
Her eyes fluttered over my chest.
”What does that say?” She pointed to the phrase tattooed on my pectoral.
””Never say that dreams are useless, because the life of someone who cannot dream is useless,”” I recited. ”It”s by Jim Morrison.”
”Very poetic. I thought you were more of a ”you”ll get crushed if you cross my path” type. Or some line from The Godfather movie.”
”I don”t like to be that predictable.”
I let the soap wash off my body while Nikita traveled over it until she stopped at the three skulls adorning my pubis.
”Let me guess. Those symbolize your three best lays. The kind where you say: after this, I can die happy.” Her interpretation made me smile.
”No, but I like that deduction.” I turned off the tap and grabbed a towel to wring out the excess water. Bubbles floated around Nikita, who tightened her expression. ”Do you want to join me in the sauna?” I invited her.
”I”ll pass; more heat is the last thing I need. I”m going to change.”
She stepped out of the jacuzzi, approached me, and took the towel I had draped around my neck.
”Thanks for the chat, it”s helped me make a decision.” For a moment, I thought she was going to tell me she was going to be my fourth skull as her finger began to trace them. ”No matter how tired I end up tonight, I”m going to La Marca, I need a guy who can fuck me so savagely that he erases your three skulls to tattoo his own.”