Slavik
“For making your wife see that she can have an orgasm. I saw her the other week when you were here, and she watched me, you know. Watched me get fucked, and I’d never seen a woman with so much yearning. What the fuck are you doing? Just bending her over and taking your pleasure?”
I wasn’t about to tell her I’d been taking care of my own needs in the shower.
Women were around me all the time, every single day. None of them appealed. Nor did forcing my wife to fuck.
I stood up. “She’s not like us.”
“No, she’s not, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to feel passion. There’s something about Aurora. I don’t know if it’s because she wears her heart on her sleeve, or if she’s been hurt. But she’s different. I get that, and if you actually gave it a chance with her, I truly believe you could love her. Really love her.”
I get to my feet, slamming the ledger closed. “We’re done here.”
“You know there’s no shame in finding her attractive or wanting her,” Cara said. “She’s not the enemy. I see the ink on her wrist. She is bound to the Ivan Volkov Bratva. She is yours. Why don’t you enjoy it while it lasts? One day when she realizes the monster you are, you won’t get a second chance.”
What Cara didn’t know was that Aurora already knew the monster I was. She’d seen it. I hadn’t tried to hide it from her either.
I found Aurora downstairs. She sat at the bar as I’d hoped she would be the first time we came here.
The moment I cleared my voice, she stood, and I saw the pinkness in her cheeks. She quickly averted her gaze. Rather than put her at ease, I took her hand, leading her out to the car. The driver was already waiting.
I told him to take us home, and I sat back. I still held her hand.
“Slavik, I need to tell you something.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No. Not until we get home.”
I pulled out my cell phone, ending the conversation. I sent an email to Ivan with an update, checked through my mail to make sure I hadn’t missed anything, and pocketed my cell.
The city was busy today, and the journey to our apartment took longer than I expected.
By the time we stood in the elevator, Aurora shook.
I held her hand still, refusing to let her go.
Once on our floor, I told the guard to leave. I didn’t want him hanging around while I talked to my wife.
I closed the door, finally releasing Aurora’s hand, and she spun toward me.
“Slavik, I need to tell you something. I don’t want you to be angry.”
“I want you to go to our bedroom, strip completely naked, lie down on the bed, and spread your legs.”
“What?”
“I don’t make a habit of repeating myself. Do it.”
Aurora paled, but she turned on her heel and left.
I removed my jacket, hanging it up on the peg. I kicked off my shoes.
Walking into my bedroom, I placed the gun and the holster on the chair. I had weapons all over the apartment in the event of a break-in. In the past forty years, I’d only been caught once without a weapon, and I held the scars to prove it.
I kept my back to Aurora, opening the button at my cuff, rolling each sleeve up, and then I turned.
The first thing I noticed was her hands. They were clenched into fists.
“I know Cara touched you. She touched what belonged to me. She showed me the video.”
“I’m so sorry,” Aurora said. “I didn’t want to.”
“I know what I saw, and Cara has a way of making people do what she wants.” I moved toward the bed. “However, she had a very valid point.” I reached out and grabbed her ankles, dragging her down the bed until she was close to the edge.
I saw the flash of fear in her eyes, but she didn’t beg me to stop.
I stared at her, seeing the nerves and knowing I’d caused this.
With my fingers on her ankles, I kept my gaze on hers, not rushing.
Her body was a dream. Large tits, full thighs and hips. She made me ache. I hadn’t been with anyone else but her, and we hadn’t been having sex regularly, and the truth was, my balls were blue. I wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world.
“Slavik?”
“Watching you with Cara, I realized I hadn’t been giving you the attention you deserved.”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to.” I stroked from her ankle up to her knee and back down again. Sinking to my knees, I pulled her so she spread open, and her pussy was so close to my mouth.
Running my hands up her thighs, I squeezed the flesh.
“If you don’t like this, ask me to stop.”
I placed my hands near her pussy and spread the lips open. On our wedding night, she’d been bare, but as the days had gone, some hair had returned. I didn’t mind.
Her cunt looked dry.
Fear captured her at this time.
This was all my fault, but I’d rectify that.
Holding her open, I slid my tongue across her clit. The first touch had her jolting upright.
“What was that?”
I looked up at her and smiled. “I’m going to lick this pussy until you come all over my face.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. Lie back.”
“Slavik?”
“Have a little trust. I haven’t hurt you, have I?”
I knew she replayed that night when I could have taken her against her will, but I didn’t.
Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, and this time, I slid my tongue across and I didn’t pull back. I worked back and forth, circling her clit before taking her into my mouth. She cried out, but it wasn’t in pain.
I kept my touches light.
She’d never felt this touch from a man, and I did everything I could to make it as easy on her as possible.
Her moans echoed around the room, and my cock tightened to an unbearable length. I hadn’t sucked a woman’s cunt in a really long time. I’d avoided it because I didn’t know where else they’d been, and to be honest, no woman interested me enough to even want to do it.
Sliding my tongue all over her pussy, I teased back and forth, going down to her entrance and plunging inside.
I’d been the only cock in her pussy.
My cum.
All me.
And that sent a fucking thrill of possession rushing through me. I couldn’t get enough, and I tasted her sweetness. Moaning as she flooded my mouth.
Her cream building.
Finally, my wife was fucking aroused. Not only that, but she’d stopped lying still and her pelvis thrust against me. Offering up her pretty pussy as I licked her.
Grabbing her ass, I pressed my face against her and licked and sucked at her cunt, driving my tongue in deep, fucking her, drawing up to tongue her clit, then back down again.
I felt how close she was by the pulsing of her pussy.
Focusing back on her nub, I tongued her clit, and with each stroke, her body rocked against me.
The moment she came, I held her down even as her screams of release filled the air. I tongued her pussy until she shuddered and pleaded for me to stop.
I pressed a kiss to her swollen clit and sat back.
My face was covered in her cream.
“From now on, there is no more hiding.”