13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Nata
lya
E ven though my body is still a little sore from our lovemaking, Mikhail brings me to another orgy the following night.
Now that I’m no longer a virgin, everything feels different.
Watching people have sex all around the house doesn’t embarrass me as much.
I know what it’s like to enjoy sex now. I don’t feel as judgmental.
Instead of the short white dress he had me wear last time, Mikhail put me in a short black dress this time to showcase the change in me. I’m no longer the innocent white swan. I’m the seductive black swan now.
“She looks different,” a woman says, approaching us. I remember her from the last party, though I never got her name.
“She’s no longer a virgin.”
The woman’s eyes darken. “Shame. I wanted to see you fuck her for the first time.”
“I couldn’t resist waiting. I had to have her. But that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck her here. We came to give everyone a show.”
That does make me blush a little. I had a feeling coming back here meant Mikhail would want to take me in front of other people. Now that we’ve had sex, the last barrier between us is gone and he can be free to do whatever he wants to me. I’m not a fragile virgin any longer.
“Good.” The woman rakes her eyes over me. “Because I want to see the pleasure of on this beautiful woman’s face when she comes.” She fully turns to me. “How did you like having a cock inside of you?”
I look at Mikhail and he nods for me to speak. “I liked it. We only just had sex last night.”
“Oh.” Her expression turns more eager. “So you’re a newly fresh whore.”
“Excuse me?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “It’s just a joke, darling. I assumed when Mikhail here told he had taken you, I figured it was many times by now. But it was just the once?”
“Yes. Last night.”
“Ah. So you must still be sore then.” She nods to my waist. “Your poor little pussy must be sore. We’ve all seen Mikhail’s cock. It’s huge.”
Mikhail chuckles as he rests his hand on my back. “Natalya took it easily. She’s a natural. Her body was made for mine and mine was made for hers.”
“How cute. You’re in love then?”
Love? I know I care deeply for Mikhail but I haven’t thought of the word ‘love’ before. I don’t know if I’m that far gone with him. But when I glance at him and take in his handsome face, I can’t help but wonder if I am already a little bit in love with him.
“We’re not here to discuss our feelings,” Mikhail says. “Lucy, we’d really like to join the party now.”
“Of course. Welcome.”
We walk past Lucy and settle against an empty wall devoid of people having sex.
“Was that true what she said?” I whisper so only he can hear.
“Is what true, baby?”
“Does she know what… your penis looks like?”
“She does.”
I hate to ask but… “Have you and her…?”
Mikhail stares at me for a moment with an unreadable expression before he smiles.
“No. We haven’t. She’s too forceful for me.
She likes to be in control when having sex.
I know because I’ve seen it. She practically kills the men she has sex with.
A real praying mantis type. She has seen my cock because I’ve brought women here before.
I haven’t hid my body away. Does that make you jealous? ”
I ignore the people who lay down on the floor before us to have sex and keep my eyes planted on Mikhail’s. “I know you have a past but… I guess I don’t like being reminded of it.”
His eyes soften as he pulls me into him. “I like that you’re jealous. It means you care. I’m your husband, Natalya. I chose you. You never have a reason to be jealous.”
“But I worry if I can’t live up to the past women you’ve been with. What if I’m not good like they were?”
“Who says they were all good? I’ve had some bad experiences with some women.”
“Such as?”
He gently tugs me into an even quieter corner. It’s more secluded here, covered in shadows. No one will be able to find us if they weren’t looking. “A woman I brought here once pretended to be a lot more submissive than she actually was.”
“How? I don’t understand.”
“We met at a nightclub. I thought she was beautiful.
She had an allure about her. She seemed submissive enough.
We went back to her place and enjoyed ourselves.
I tested out my dominance on her. I wanted to see if she would be receptive to it and she was.
She begged me to dominate her, so I did.
I thought we both loved it. We fucked a few more times and then we came here together.
I had already been here with many submissives before.
Usually I met them at parties like this but this time was different.
“We came to the party and I told her we would be doing a scene together,” he continues.
“I was going to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her from behind. I blindfolded her and put a ball gag into her mouth. But she resisted. She didn’t want to do that.
I respected that. I never want to push a woman into doing something she truly doesn’t want to do.
So, I stopped. I thought that was the end of it.
That she was not naturally submissive and this lifestyle wasn’t hers. I figured I would stop seeing her.
“And then she got angry. She screamed at me and told me I was some sort of pervert. That I was disgusting. She left the party and I thought that would also be that.”
“Did that hurt you?” I ask. “When she said those things to you?”
“I’ve handled a lot worse in my life, baby.
But it didn’t exactly feel good either. No women had ever called me disgusting before.
I knew what I did with my life was not disgusting and it did not make me a pervert.
I overestimated how much she was into this lifestyle.
But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that she called the police on me. She accused me of rape.”
I go still.
“I told her I had never raped her. That everything we had done was willing and consensual. That I had stopped when she didn’t want to continue further. But she insisted I raped her.”
“What happened?”
“It didn’t go to trial. She eventually dropped the charges.”
“Mikhail. I know how powerful of a man you are. She just dropped the charges?”
His eyes grow darker. “Are you asking me if I killed her?”
“No. I was asking if you convinced her to drop the charges. But… did you kill her?”
“No. I only kill people who truly deserve it.”
“Did Jackson deserve it?” My mind still goes back to that day when he shot Jackson for not doing his job well enough. It haunts my dreams sometimes.
“What about Jackson? You barely knew him. You cant tell me you cared about him.”
“I didn’t care about him. But you killed another person without blinking. You can’t fault me for wondering if you killed this woman because of what she did.”
With a sigh, he leans against the wall. “This isn’t the place to be having this conversation.”
“Please, Mikhail. I need to know.”
“No. I didn’t kill her. I didn’t send any of my men to threaten her. I didn’t go talk to her. She just… dropped the charges one day. I think she knew she was accusing me of something I hadn’t done.”
“You’re a man who likes to take action. I’m shocked you didn’t do anything about it.”
“I was going to. At the trial. I was going to have my lawyer eviscerate her. But she dropped the charges before it could go to trial.”
“I’m surprised you told her your real name,” I say.
“Everyone here knows my real name. They all know what I do. I never felt the need to hide it. I’m a Bratva man. Let that instill fear into people.”
“Did that women know you were Bratva?”
“She did.”
“That must have scared her off then. I know I was a little afraid of you when I first met.”
He sidles closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Are you still afraid of me?”
“No.” I pause, biting my lip. “Well… sometimes I can be. Like when you came home covered in blood. Like when you killed Jackson.”
“I didn’t realize you cared that much about Jackson.”
“I don’t, Mikhail. It wasn’t about him. It was the fact that you killed him so easily. The darkness inside of you does frighten me.”
His hands tighten on my waist. “I would never hurt you.”
“I know you wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m still not a little afraid sometimes.”
“Then let me take that fear away. Come on. We came here to put on a show. Not hide in a dark corner, discussing my past.” He takes my hand and leads me into the living room.
“I came here to fuck you,” he says into my ear. I can’t deny the flutter of arousal between my legs. Even after what he just talked about, he still manages to make me feel this way. He so good at taking my worry away.
Lucy is in the living room. She eyes me over like a big cat does its prey.
“Attention, everyone,” Mikhail says to the people in the living room. “I know many of you wanted to see me take my wife for the first time. Unfortunately, I already took her innocence.”
There’s a murmur of disappointment in the room.
“But I’ve only taken her once. Last night. So she’s still new to sex. Why don’t we have some fun with her tonight?”
The people in the living room perk up. They want a show and Mikhail wants to give it to them.
“Lean over the arm of the couch,” he tells me. I do as he says without comment. I knew why we came here. I was prepared for this.
Mikhail has been giving me small touches all day after we had sex but we haven’t done more. Even though I’m still sore, I want this. I want to feel him claim me again.
My dress is so short, it exposes my backside right away. My black underwear is on full display. I can feel the arousal in the room. These people that I don’t even know… they want this. They want to see me get claimed.
And I want to be the center of attention all over again. I miss being on the stage. This is the closest I’ll get.
Mikhail stands behind me for a long moment, not touching me. It makes an ache appear deep in my core. It makes me desperate. It makes me antsy.