Page 58 of Bedazzled
Tania…
I was not clear on how we got from half-naked on the floor of Catherine the Great’s bedroom to the back of the limo but the privacy screen was up and I was straddling Yuri as he slid in and out of me. Slowly, because I was really sore.
Not that it would have stopped him.
“I am sorry that I could not give you the full experience,” he said, using his best falsely sincere tone, pulling me down hard enough on his cock to make me gasp.
“Huh?” I answered intelligently.
One of his hands gripped my ass, making me move faster while the other was around the front of my neck his thumb pushing up my chin and keeping us face to face. “That I could not get a stallion on such short notice for the full Catherine the Great experience.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” I said, bouncing up and down on him, “my husband is hung like one.”
His laughter shakes me hard into another orgasm.
Yuri…
When the limo stopped in front of the mansion, I helped my wife attempt to tidy up, smoothing her hair and gently tucking her breasts back in her dress.
Tania gave me a shy smile. “Now that we’re back at the house, are you going to turn back into heartless, frozen Yuri?”
Sighing, I stroked her cheek. I could see the anxiety behind the smile, and her fear. Her shoulders were tilted away from me like she was preparing to make a run for it. How could I make her feel this way? Why did I let my fear of looking weak hurt her so much? “I am sorry. You never deserved how I have treated you. But I would like to try to make it up to you now. Shall we start again?” Holding out my hand, I said, “Hello, I’m Yuri Morozov, your husband.”
She shook it, “Nice to meet you, I’m Tania Morozov, your wife.”
“A pleasure,” I answered, kissing her hand.
Helping her out of the car, I kept hold of her hand as we walked into the house, lingering in the entryway.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, “I could have Anya make something.”
Tania was uncharacteristically silent, simply shaking her head.
Squeezing her hand, I asked, “Shall we go to bed?” She nodded, allowing me to pull her to the left-hand stairway. “I recall something I should have done the first time we walked up these stairs together,” I said.
Sweeping her up in my arms, I enjoyed her little yelp as I carried her up the stairs, down the hall, passing her guest room, and pausing in front of mine.
Ours.
“Will you move into the master suite with me,” I asked, “or will there be a period of revenge-based torture for my behavior that you will inflict upon me first?”
She cocked her head, thinking about it. “No, I can get my revenge and live with you at the same time.”
Opening the door, I carried her inside. “I have every faith you will send me through all nine circles of hell before you’re finished with me.” She laughed, which was not reassuring.
I sat in one of the huge chairs by the fireplace, settling Tania on my lap. “I will say this first. I am sorry for the grief and hurt I caused you. I am sorry for my coldness since we have been married, well, even before, back in New York. I did not know how… how to handle any of this.”
Her arms went around my shoulders and squeezed. “I am so sorry for my insane rescue plan. For nearly torpedoing your Bratva, for all the pressure I put on you and Maksim.” She thought about it, “Well, not for stressing out Maksim, but definitely sorry about making things so difficult for you.” Resting her forehead against mine, she asked, “Please promise me that you will talk to me about this. About all of it. When you’re ready.”
I did not deserve this woman. But I would thank the god I no longer believed in for her every day. “I promise, myKoroleva.”
Holding her tighter, I let myself enjoy one perfect, crystalline moment with my wife.
Tania…
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was alone in Yuri’s bed. There was one moment of crushing disappointment until I heard him talking on the phone in his dressing room.Dressing room,the immature part of me giggled,who the hell has a dressing room?
It was the size of your average apartment in Manhattan, with beautifully carved walnut shelves and drawers and three floor-to-ceiling armoires with ancient, silvered mirrors on the doors. With Yuri’s custom-made business wear hanging up and displayed so perfectly, it was basically suit porn.
