11. Tatiana #2
Our admissions weaved through the air, pulling us closer by invisible ties. And slowly my trust in this man grew another notch. At least as far as protection went. I knew Illias would protect our family at all costs. All I had to do was look at Isla and know it to be true.
She owed her life to her big brother. Just as I owed my life to my big brother. Sasha saved me from my mother, but Vasili and Sasha gave me life. A stable and healthy childhood.
I rose up to my feet, water dripping down my body, then swung one leg, then the other to get out of the tub.
He watched me, his eyes running over my body with that dark lust I’d come to expect from him.
A lust that, if I was honest with myself, excited me.
But he only reached for another plush towel and wrapped it around me.
I kept my hands in the air, then turned slowly until we were face-to-face.
I wasn’t a short woman, but I wasn’t exactly tall either. Next to him, I felt like a fragile little thing, yet protected. I reached up to Illias’ chest, having to crane my neck to keep eye contact.
His silence touched my skin. His darkness tempted. His obsession overwhelmed.
And slowly invisible strings pulled us together, weaving through the thorns of our world.
My thighs quivered. My pulse rushed. My ears buzzed.
I waited for him to touch me. My pussy throbbed in anticipation.
Every cell in my body lit up, waiting, as my heart thundered.
Maybe it was the fact that our baby grew in my belly that weaved this connection or maybe something else entirely.
I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I had never felt anything like this with Adrian.
“Go to bed,” he instructed softly, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. “You need sleep.”
Sleep was the last thing I needed right now.
“What about you?” Fuck, I needed him to touch me. Get me off. My whole body was on fire, tingling with sensations that I feared went beyond the physical attraction.
“I’m going to get in the shower.”
With that he turned around and strode to the opposite side of the room where the glass enclosed shower was and turned on the water.
“Maybe I should watch you take a shower since you watched me take a bath,” I half-teased. “Tit for tat and all that.”
He didn’t answer, but those kissable lips tipped up, tempting me to go to him.
Oh, well. Maybe he’s spent.
I turned around reaching for the new toothbrush, while still sneaking in a few glances at my husband’s gorgeous body as he stripped. Jesus, he had the body of a Greek god. The tan hue of his skin covered his muscles and displayed his strength,
Quickly done with my teeth, I whirled around and left the bathroom with one last glance over my shoulder at Illias. Once in the bedroom, I padded to the walk-in closet in search of some pajamas.
“Maybe some sexy lingerie,” I mused out loud.
There was none though. So I fished out a pair of lacy light blue panties and just as I was about to pull out a t-shirt, my eyes landed on Illias’ organized row of shirts.
I reached for one and slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned.
Then I searched through the rows and rows of ties until I found the perfect one. Silky. Blue. Matched my panties.
I put the tie on, letting it fall loosely between my breasts.
The water still ran in the shower so I climbed on top of the bed and got myself comfortable. I waited, the cool air brushing against my sensitive nipples. My bare thighs. My barely noticeable rounder hips.
My fingers trailed down my collar bone, over my nipples and pinched them. Hard. The way Illias does. I arched my back as my eyelids fluttered shut. A soft moan slipped from my lips. Then I pinched my other nipple, giving it the same attention.
“Fuck,” I rasped. This felt good.
My pussy throbbed for the same attention.
My thighs quivered. Wetness pooled, ready for my husband’s cock.
Except he wants me to rest , I thought wryly.
My hand trailed down my body and into my panties.
The moment my finger touched my clit, a shuddering breath left me.
Blood rushed through my veins and buzzed in my ears, lighting up every single inch of my skin.
I rubbed my clit, sending shivers through my body. I spread my slickness to my entrance, then pushed one finger inside me. A disappointing shuddering breath left me. It felt nothing like when Illias fingered me.
So I returned my attention to my throbbing clit.
I rubbed it, grinding my hips against my hand.
I pretended it was my husband’s rough hand.
Circling my clit, I applied pressure on it.
Pinched it. My back arched off the bed. My movements became erratic.
Still stroking my clit, pure bliss bloomed in the pit of my stomach.
I remembered how it felt to have Illias ram into me with those powerful, ruthless thrusts. His groin slapped against my flesh with savagery, punishing me and giving me pleasure at the same time.
Illias’ dark, filthy words echoed in my brain.
My walls clenched. My pussy ached. An electricity built deep in my core and slowly spread to my spine. A moan traveled through the air, but I only heard it as if I was submerged in water.
I was so close. Almost there.
My heart beat vigorously. Erratically. Rubbing my aching pussy desperately, in chase of that ultimate pleasure, until a hand wrapped around my wrist and stilled it.
My eyes shot open.
My husband’s dark eyes, full of flames of lust, stared down at me. He was wearing only boxers and the ache between my thighs intensified tenfold. We stared at each other, my cheeks flushed, but I wasn’t embarrassed.
There was no point in it.
His taut forearms and those graceful, thick fingers were so close to my aching pussy. And I knew what pleasure they could bring.
“You couldn’t have waited for me?”
My eyes widened. “You said to go to sleep. I assumed you weren’t interested in sex.”
The soft light from the bathroom came from the corner of the room. His strong, almost harsh features spoke of dark lust. The look in his eyes was one of possession and obsession.
He inhaled deeply, letting the scent of my arousal deep into his lungs. He watched me through his half-lidded eyes.
“Who were you thinking about while touching yourself?”
“You.”
The answer seemed to please him, because the disarming smile had my heart thundering against my rib cage in a whole new rhythm.
“Good girl.” Holding my wrist, he pulled my hand out of my panties, then grabbed my other wrist, holding them both together in his big hand. “For that, I won’t put a belt to your ass.”
Oh, fuck.
My arousal thickened. My blood pumped faster.
I should be appalled at his words. Nobody had ever spanked me, never mind put a belt to my ass. Then why in the fuck did it sound so goddamn hot. Maybe it was time to visit a doctor.
He pulled his tie over my head and calmly wrapped it around my wrists.
“My dear wife, this is your first lesson,” he drawled, his voice rough.
Deep. Dark. “Nobody… nobody gets you off, but me.” A shudder rolled through me.
This was beyond crazy. I fucking liked it.
He effortlessly bound my wrists in front of me with the silky blue tie. Then with one hand, he spread my legs.
“You’re soaked,” he groaned, his eyes lingering on my covered pussy as if he could see through my panties. I followed his gaze and saw the wet stain on my panties from my arousal. Okay, that was slightly embarrassing.
Slap.
His hand slapped my pussy. A tingly sensation pulsed through my core and spread with a need for more.
“Your arousal belongs to me, Tatiana,” he growled. Slap. Fuck, I might orgasm and I didn’t think he’d like that. He was punishing me, not rewarding me. Yet, it was stimulating, sending a tingly sensation throbbing through my core. “Do you understand?”
Closing my legs, his hand trapped between my thighs, I nodded frantically. One more slap and the pleasure would burst through me. I had no control over it.
Shifting my upper body towards him, I brought my face closer to his. His hand between my thighs burned, tempting me to grind myself against him. But I ignored it. I wanted to bring him pleasure. Then I’d beg him to fuck me.
“Let me make it up to you,” I murmured, against his lips. I traced his bottom lip with my tongue. His mouth parted, letting me in, and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue in. Our lips molded. I moaned against him, my hips arching without my permission against his hand still between my thighs.
Our kissing was frantic. Desperate. Needy. Fuck, it was so hot, I feared I’d melt.
He broke the kiss, both of our breathing labored. His eyes were like dark, black pools with the promise of pleasure there would be no returning from.
“Take off your boxers,” I begged, sliding off the bed.
He looked at me puzzled, slightly sardonic. “I make the rules here, moya luna.”
I slid down to my knees and realization hit him. “Please, Illias. I want to taste you. You can do whatever you want to me. To my mouth. To my ass. To my pussy. My whole body.”
His hand reached for my cheek, his thumb brushing it gently. Almost reverently while a look in his eyes was the one of utter devotion.
Was I just imagining it?
Either way, I realized my power while on my knees in front of him.
I was his queen.