Page 8 of Bedazzled
A groan distracted me, and looking up, I saw Yuri’s manly, square jaw tighten. Slowly pulling him out of my mouth-bump… bump… bump…I grin. “Can you come like this?”
His brow rose, “I am barely keeping from coming right now. I am thinking about our old housekeeper in her underwear and it is not going to be enough if you keep playing with them with your tongue.”
Cupping his balls in one hand, I open wide and go back in.
Yuri…
Much later, in the Four Seasons Honeymoon Suite…
“So, explain the pearls.”
Tania was lying halfway on, halfway off the bed, apparently too exhausted to decide which direction to take. I gently pulled her back up, put a pillow behind her and handed her a bottle of water.
“Drink that.”
She held the glass to her lips with a challenging grin. “Just as soon as you start talking, you Slavic sexy pants.”
I burst into laughter. “Slavic what?”
“Slavic sexy pants,” she corrected, “talk to me.”
Shrugging, I sat next to her. “Pearls have always been popular with Russian nobility. Royalty in particular for centuries would adorn themselves in pearls; jewelry, clothing, crowns, even furniture, and art. But there was one ruler - Tsar Alexis - who had the royal physician sew pearls under the skin of his cock. He was known as Tsar Alexis, the Quietest.”
Tania began her hoarse little chuckle again. “Oh, hell yes. That’s because his dick did all the talking. I’ll bet he had one happy wife.”
“Hmm,” I tried to remember my history, “I believe he outlived four wives.”
“Of course, he did,” she scoffed, “he killed them with his magical bedazzled cock. How many women have you sent six feet under with a smile on their faces?”
“Bedazzled?”
“Bedazzled, you know.” Tania took the plate of cookies I had put on the side table and shoved half of one in her mouth. “You never saw the infomercials?”
I shook my head when she offered me the plate. “I don’t believe so.”
She was trying to laugh and keep the cookie in her mouth at the same time, so it took a moment. “The infomercial used to be all over TV, but now you can just get them on Amazon. It’s like a wand and you stick the crystals in it andwhap!”She slapped her knee for emphasis, “It punches a hole and you can embed crystals and beads and shit in your clothes, or… I dunno, stuffed animals…” She nods at my cock, which is still half-hard, “Bedazzled.”
“That sounds…” I shake my head, chuckling, “horrific.”
“Oh, dude,” Tania rolls her eyes, “you’re theSovietnikof the biggest Bratva organization in the US and you think that’s horrific? Please.”
“That is not something you should be talking about,” I said coldly. This was the second time she had casually thrown out something about the Bratva. These things were never spoken of.
She shrugs, unperturbed. “Do you think I’m some little farm girl who just blew into the big city with the egg money? I’m not a moron. But since your brother wouldn’t let her have her phone - super controlling, dude, and it reeks of desperation - until right before the wedding I had to do the research. My only role in this shit show is as Ella’s like, emotional support animal. Now that I know what she’s dealing with, I’m not going to make it harder for her.”
Settling more comfortably against the pillows, I put my arm behind my head. “So even knowing what I am, you were still willing to come up here with me?”
Tania took another bite of her cookie, putting her bare foot carefully against my cock, which was now moving past half-hard and into a full-blown state of skin splitting off it if I did not get back inside this woman immediately.
“I told you. I was going to get drunk tonight - well last night now, I guess - and you were the hottest guy in the room.” Her foot moved a little, pushing into my cock, which was now hard enough to push back. “You were the only one with a sense of humor and you totally had this crazy BDE energy.” She gave me a sly smile, “I had a feeling about you Morozov men.”
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Chapter Three
In which Tania fights her completely understandable addiction to Yuri’s bedazzled body part.
Tania…
