7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Natalya
M ikhail takes me to a normal looking brownstone. It’s in a nice area of the city, which is what I’m used to. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But the way I’m dressed tells me that whatever is lurking within the brownstone is not ordinary.
I tug at the end of my dress after I step out of the car.
Mikhail takes my hand. “Stop,” he says gently. “It’s not going to get longer. And I like being able to see your legs.”
“You can also see my underwear. I don’t feel comfortable in this.”
“I want you to wear it and I want you to feel good in it. I want you to have a good time tonight.”
I shiver. As if it’s magic, I feel instantly better. “What is this place?” I nod at the house. “What is happening inside?”
“We’ll have to go in and see.”
The entire car ride here, I’ve been thinking of my sisters and how much worse I made everything. But after Mikhail knocks on the door and a man motions us inside, I forget all about my family.
The reason? What’s happening is too distracting to think of anything else.
Clearly, there’s a party going on. People mingle about, talking with wine glasses in their hands. But there are people doing other things. Sexual things.
I see people on a couch in what is clearly a living room having sex while other people watch. Some women are in see through dresses while others walk around completely naked in nothing but high heels. Men are shirtless except for the occasional one who is naked.
People are having sex against walls. On the floor. On furniture. The people talking don’t even seem to think it’s strange.
“You… brought me to an orgy?” I whisper.
“I did. I want you to explore more of what life has to offer.”
I almost rip my hand out of his grasp but his hold is too tight. “I’m not ready to have sex yet. You know I’m a virgin.”
His eyes darken as he looks at me with hunger. “I know that, baby. I’m not going to fuck you here. I want you to watch and whatever happens, happens. No one else will touch you. I won’t allow it. I told you that before.”
I stand closer to him as a naked woman walks right past me. “I’m not sure I like being here.”
“What is it about sex that makes you so uncomfortable? It’s normal to explore.”
“My dad made it clear I was never allowed to have sex before marriage. I guess it was just instilled in me.”
“Wasn’t so perfect, was he?”
I flinch. “My dad was still a good man. Exacting and stern but a good man.”
“I didn’t mean any offense. What I’m saying is that you don’t need to be afraid, Natalya.
I’m here with you. I won’t let you get hurt.
Now, let’s go in. Come.” He tugs on my hand and leads me further into the party.
We end up in the kitchen where Mikhail grabs a champagne flute from a passing waiter.
The waiter, I notice, is wearing nothing but tiny short shorts. The bulge in his pants is obvious.
I avert my gaze and end up stumbling into someone. A man. He’s young, in his twenties, shirtless. Handsome but not as handsome as Mikhail is.
“Woah there,” he says, steadying me. “You better be careful. You never know who you’ll end up bumping into around here.”
“She’s with me,” Mikhail says, wrapping his arm around my waist. He hands me the champagne and I take a large gulp.
“Sorry, Mikhail. Didn’t realize. You got a new sub?”
“She’s my wife.”
The man’s eyes widen. “No shit? Didn’t know you got married.”
“Just a few days ago. Natalya, this is Daniel. Daniel, Natalya.”
He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I can feel Mikhail’s hand tighten on my waist. He doesn’t like any other man touching me, it seems, even if it’s innocent.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Daniel says, letting my hand go. “What did Mikhail do to deserve such a beautiful wife?”
“Careful,” Mikhail says. “Don’t flirt with my wife.”
“Hey, man. You brought her here. Other men are going to look and you know it. They’re going to want to touch.”
“I’ll let any other person here know they’re not allowed to touch her.”
It’s strange for them to be speaking about me like I’m not even here. I may be Mikhail’s wife but it’s clear that I’m an extension of him and not my own person.
Daniel rakes his eyes over me and I resist the urge to tug on my dress again. “You brought her here dressed like that? You’re asking for the vultures to come out and get her.”
“I want them to marvel at my wife and know that they don’t get to have her. Only I’m allowed to touch her.”
“You’re playing with fire, Mikahil.”
“And you know who I really am, Daniel. You know not to mess with me.”
He nods, smirking as he takes a sip of his drink. “You’re right. But not everyone else knows that.”
“I’ll make it clear to them.”
“You do that.” He gives me a wink. “Have fun.” It almost sounds like a threat.
“Please don’t talk to me like I’m not even human,” I say to Mikhail when it’s just the two of us.
“I apologize. I’m used to bringing women here who are actual subs. They know how to be quiet and that they’ll be treated differently.”
“But I’m your wife. Not a submissive person.”
“You’re right.” He swipes his thumb over my cheek, close to my lips. What would it be like for him to fully kiss me? Our lips brushed together on our wedding day but nothing else happened. “But you are naturally submissive. Now, let’s find some seats. Watch some shows.”
By shows, I know he means watch people have sex. I haven’t forgotten what happened last night. The image of Cecillia and Robert having sex is still plastered in my mind. It makes me warm just thinking of it.
There’s an open chair in the living room and Mikhail takes it, sliding me onto his lap. A man and a woman are having wild, vocal sex right on the couch. She’s on top of him, taking control. It’s fascinating in its own way. Both of them are naked.
I can’t watch for long. My natural embarrassment is just too much. I was taught to never watch these things. Never participate in things like this. I don’t know how to handle it.
“Watch,” Mikhail says into my ear.
I force my eyes back onto the couple having sex.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, tracing circles on my thighs.
“I mean… not really. It’s too… much.”
“It doesn’t excite you at all? Doesn’t make the spot between your legs warm?”
I gasp when his hand grips my thigh. “You… excite me.”
“My touch does?”
“Yes.”
“Would you two finish what you’re doing?” Mikhail asks the couple.
The woman flashes him an incredulous look before her eyes widen. “Mikhail. I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”
“You heard me. I’m with my wife. She’s not impressed by what she sees. So finish it up.”
“I… never said that,” I stutter.
“You didn’t like it,” he says to me. “I’ll have them stop.” He gives the woman and man a pointed look. She quickly scrambles off the man, leaving his erect penis unattended for. He groans as he stands up.
“But I didn’t cum,” he whines.
“Let’s go,” the woman says, grabbing his hand. “I’ll finish you off in another room.”
“Is that better?” Mikhail asks once the couple is gone. No one else in the room starts having sex. They’re all looking at me and Mikhail with interest.
“You didn’t have to make them stop.”
“You didn’t like it. I’m not going to make you watch something you don’t enjoy. But what if it’s the other way around?”
“What do you mean?” I whisper.
“You like to perform for people. What if it’s you who likes to be watched instead of doing the watching?”
“I don’t understand.”
His hand slides up to the bottom of my dress. “I could slide my hand between your legs. Make you come for all of these people.”
All the air leaves me. “We haven’t even really kissed yet.”
He smiles right before he gently grabs my face and gives me a long, tender kiss.
It takes me a moment to sink into it but when I do, I find myself getting fully lost in his lips.
They’re soft and rough at the same time.
Mikhail clearly knows what he’s doing. I try to follow his lead, leaning in when he pulls back and pulling back when he leans in.
Eventually, he pulls away, leaving me breathless. “There. We’ve kissed now.”
When I look away from him, I notice a lot of people watching us.
“Was that your first kiss?” he murmurs into my ear. I nod. I can feel him smile against my cheek. “That was her first kiss,” he says to the small audience we have. That makes a lot of them look excited.
“So, she’s a virgin then?” a woman asks, walking over to us and running her fingers down my arm.
“No touching her,” Mikhail snaps.
The woman withdraws her fingers like she was bit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“She’s my wife. Only I’m allowed to touch her. But you can all watch. You all want to look at my wife, is that it?”
“I do,” a man says. “She’s a pretty little thing. You’re one lucky man.”
“What if I don’t want them to watch?” I ask.
“Then we can go. But do you want to go?”
The word ‘yes’ is on the tip of my tongue but I hold it back. Do I actually want to go? Mikhail’s hand on my thigh is exciting. And he’s not wrong: I do love being in front of an audience.
I never thought my love of performing would translate to a moment like this.
Finally, I answer him. “No. We can stay.”
“Good girl.”
His praise makes me feel more alive than I have in a long time.
“Now, prop your feet on either side of my thighs and open your legs wide. Let’s give these people a show.”
I swallow hard as I follow his instructions. Mikhail pushes my dress up – even though it doesn’t have far to go – exposing my underwear to everyone in the room. My white, innocent underwear. I can smell my arousal.
Mikhail lets out a low growl into my ear, sending a spike of heat straight between my legs. What is he doing to me? No one has ever made me feel this unhinged and excited before.
His fingers play with the edge of my panties.