by Harley Wylde
“Open, myshka.”
She parted her lips and I thrust inside. If the taste of us bothered her, she didn’t show it. Fisting her hair, I dragged her down the length of my cock until she gagged. Again and again I thrust into her mouth, making her take all of me, even as her eyes teared and she struggled to take a breath. In time, she’d learn how to suck me properly, but until then, I’d enjoy teaching her.
“Relax your throat, myshka. Take me deep.”
She struggled at first, but gradually figured out how to breathe while I fucked her mouth, the head of my cock sliding to the back of her throat. Her nails bit into my thighs as I stroked in and out of her mouth faster, harder.
“I’m going to come, myshka. Swallow it. All of it.”
Spurt after spurt filled her mouth, and she had a hard time doing as I’d commanded. When I pulled out, my cum coated her lips and dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
“Lick your mouth clean, Cerys. I said to swallow all of it.”
A shudder raked her small frame, but I saw the way her nipples hardened and knew she enjoyed my demands. She licked every drop from her lips, then stayed on her knees, waiting. Such a good girl. I’d have to reward her later.
I reached down and lifted her into my arms, then carried her into the bedroom. After I laid her down, I went to the bathroom to clean up before sliding into bed next to her, drawing the sheet over us. Cerys cuddled against me, and I held her close. There was a contented smile on her lips, and the glow she wore made her look genuinely happy. I hoped that was the case. As I watched her sleep, I realized that perhaps my wife wasn’t the only one who was happy. It was a foreign feeling, but it was one that I wanted to hold onto a while longer. Forever sounded good.
She snuggled closer and draped her thigh across mine. The wet heat of her pussy made my cock hard again. It would be easy to roll over and slip inside. I traced the line of her nose, the curve of her cheek. My myshka was beautiful, kind, and the sort of woman I should have never brought home with me. And yet I couldn’t let her go. I needed her gentle touch, her innocence. Such things were foreign to me, but I liked the way I felt when I was in her presence.
I brushed my lips over hers and she sighed, arching toward me. It was all the encouragement I needed. Rolling so that she lay under me on her belly, I reached for her wrists and placed them above her head. Glancing around, I saw my tie from earlier in the day and grabbed it, using it to secure her to the bed. Lifting her hips, I smacked my hand against her pussy, making her cry out.
“Viktor!”
“This is mine, is it not?” I smacked her again. And again.
“Yes! Yes, I’m yours.”
“I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy, then I want your ass, myshka.”
Her body shuddered as I worked my way inside her. She was still tight, and I groaned at how incredible she felt. A soft gasp slipped from her as she opened her eyes, unseeing yet looking over her shoulder and meeting my gaze just the same.
“Need you, myshka.”
“Then take me,” she said, holding still and giving herself to me completely.
I stroked in and out of her slow and deep. The slide of my cock inside her tight pussy was the best thing I’d ever felt. I kissed her shoulder and down her back, tasting her as I made her mine. Would it always be like this? Being with a woman had never felt special before. It had been a quick release, or a business transaction. Nothing more. With Cerys, it felt as if we were truly joined.
As she came apart beneath me, I realized that I wasn’t fucking her. It wasn’t just sex. I was making love with my wife, something I’d never done. Slow and easy had never been important to me. I wanted her to enjoy every moment in my bed -- our bed -- and I loved the soft sounds she made.
“I love to watch you come,” I said, and a flush spread across her cheeks. So adorable. Even now, she was embarrassed by my words. Such a good girl. “Love to feel you squeeze my cock and coat me with your cream.”
“Viktor!”
I traced her shoulder with my nose. “Love how tight and wet you are.”
I gripped her thigh and shifted her, letting me slide in deeper. Stroking into her harder, I didn’t hold back anymore. I took her like a man possessed, and my sweet Cerys jerked at her bonds and begged for more. The hot gush of her release was nearly enough to make me come, but I wasn’t done with her yet. Not by far. She lay panting, a dazed expression on her face.
My hands shook from the effort it took to not ride her hard and deep, but I was worried I might hurt her. My control was slipping and if I weren’t careful she’d get a glimpse of the beast inside me. Spanking her was one thing, even tying her up, but she was nowhere near ready for what I craved. I slid in balls-deep, and tried to keep things slow and steady. When she shifted her knees and tilted her hips at a slightly different angle, then squeezed my cock, I nearly saw stars.
“Cerys. Myshka. I can’t… I…”
“I won’t break,” she said, turning her head toward me.
Her words seem to snap what little control I had right then. I watched her for any signs of distress as I slammed into her again and again. My hand cracked against her ass, leaving a red handprint, but it only seemed to make her wetter.
“Offer me that ass,” I told her, my voice deeper and rougher.
She pressed her shoulders to the bed and I gripped her hip. The only sounds in the room were our bodies slapping together, her soft gasps and whimpers, and my grunts and groans. The air smelled of sex and it only spurred me on. My hips snapped forward again, driving in harder, and as she screamed out her release I finally let go. My balls drew up and pumped her full of cum, not stopping even after the last drop had been drained from me. It wasn’t until my cock twitched and became overly sensitive that I finally pulled out and released her.
Her wrists were slightly red from being tied and I released her. The handprint on her ass remained, and it looked like she might have slight bruising on her hip from how tightly I’d gripped her. I wasn’t sorry, though. I liked seeing those marks on her, knowing they made her mine every bit as much as her ring, if not more so.
Cerys collapsed onto her side and I curled myself around her, drawing her tight against me. She wiggled closer and made a contented humming noise. I breathed in her scent and kissed the side of her neck. My sweet wife. I might not have planned to get married so soon, or to a stranger, but I had a feeling that things would go well between us.
“Rest, myshka. I plan to take you again soon.”
She giggled softly. “Are you trying to get me pregnant right away?”
I growled and nipped at her ear. “Yes. I’m going to fill you with my cum until you carry my kid, and even then I won’t stop. But next time, I have something else in mind. You’ve given me your mouth and your virgin pussy.” I reached between us and slid my fingers down the crack of her ass. “I want this too.”
“Such a caveman,” she murmured, but I could hear the smile in her voice.
Perhaps I was. I wouldn’t apologize for it.
I’d always been demanding in bed, and had typically taken what I wanted -- with the woman all too eager to give it to me -- but with Cerys it was different. I didn’t want to scare her, and yet when I was inside her all I could think about was possessing her in every way possible. My marks on her body, my cum filling her, seeing her pregnant with my baby, and knowing that I would be the only man to ever touch her. She was the first virgin I’d ever been with -- would be the only one for that matter.
After she’d rested a bit, and my cock was hard and ready to go again, I had her back on her knees. I used the hotel provided lube that came with the honeymoon suite and worked my fingers into her ass while I pinched and teased her clit. I could see the strain in her body, but she didn’t deny me. I needed this, needed to own every part of her.
“It might hurt the first time, myshka. But you’ll get used to it the more we do this,” I said as I placed the head of my cock against her tight hole.
I s
pread her ass open wide and slowly worked the head of my cock past the ring of muscle. She squeaked and whimpered, her body tightening. I murmured to her in Russian, trying to soothe her as I slid in deeper. When I was fully seated, I held her close and leaned back, holding her on my lap.
“Get your knees under you good, myshka. You’re going to ride me.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, giving me a startled look.
“Ride me.” I helped raise and lower her a few times, showing her what I wanted. The position gave me the perfect opportunity to work her pussy and play with her nipples.
As I got her close to her climax, my little myshka nearly went wild. She rode me like she’d done it a hundred times, and when she came, it pulled my cum from my balls. My cock jerked and twitched as I loaded her full of cum. Holding her to me, I refused to release her just yet. Being inside her was the best feeling in the world, and her ass was even tighter than her pussy.
I was still hard, could easily go again. I lifted and lowered her, trying to gauge how much pain she was in. I had no doubt she’d be hurting after me taking her ass for the first time. As I worked her clit, she relaxed against me. I circled, pinched, and smacked her clit. It didn’t take long before she was coming again. While she rode her high, I rocked her forward and took her ass again, driving in deep, taking what I wanted, what I needed. I filled her up a second time, then eased from her body. She was swollen and pink, but seeing my cum leak from her made me smile.
Yeah, I was a sadistic fuck, but I’d now claimed every part of my wife. I’d taken her virgin pussy, her virgin mouth, and her virgin ass. She was mine, and no one would ever take her from me. If anyone dared, I’d make them regret it.
Cerys slept, curled against me, and I felt a contentment I had never known before meeting her. My angel. My light. Marrying her was the right decision. Now I’d never have to let her go.
Chapter Five
Viktor
The next morning my phone showed no less than ten text messages and several voicemails, all demanding my immediate return. As much as I wanted to have a true honeymoon with Cerys, it seemed it would have to wait. Even a call to Maksim hadn’t yielded more details, other than we had an issue, or rather I did. I had to wonder if had something to do with Cerys, or perhaps the way I’d handled her father.
I showered, dressed, then packed my bag before calling down for room service. While I waited for breakfast to arrive, I woke Cerys. She gave me a sleepy smile, reaching up to brush her fingers along my beard. It amazed me that without her sight she could brush her fingers through my beard on the first try every time.
“Morning,” she said. “What time is it?”
“Early, but there’s a complication at home I need to handle. I’m afraid our trip is being cut short. Breakfast will be here shortly if you’d like to shower and dress. After we eat, we’ll have to go straight to the airport and fly home. The jet is being fueled and should be ready when we arrive.”
I helped her out of the bed and started the shower while she picked out her clothes. Seeing her hold a white shirt and a red bra made me smile, and I realized that perhaps I hadn’t thought out her wardrobe as well as I’d assumed I had. I took the bra from her and swapped it for one that wouldn’t show through her shirt, brushed a kiss against her temple, then left her to get ready. If I remained in the room with her, I’d end up joining her in the shower, and then we’d be delayed in getting home. Truthfully, it was tempting to take another day with my new wife, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I did.
Maksim treated me like family, and I wouldn’t abuse his trust just to have more time with my wife. By the time Cerys stepped out of the bedroom, fully dressed, our food was ready and waiting. I lifted the dome from the various dishes and told her what was available, letting her have first choice. Once her plate was made, I helped myself and sat next to her at the small table.
“What’s going to happen when we go home?” she asked.
“I’ll sort out the problem. There’s nothing for you to fear, myshka.”
She ate a few more bites, then turned her face toward me. “Viktor, what do you expect me to do all day every day? As your wife, will I have responsibilities? I don’t know anything about living in your world, or what being the wife of someone like you would even entail.”
Someone like me? I knew what she meant, but first and foremost, I was just a man. And like most men, what I wanted was for my wife to be naked in my bed. And happy. I wanted her to be happy. If that meant she didn’t do the same things a typical Bratva wife would do, then so be it. I knew she would have limitations, though I intended to help in any way I could. While she’d gotten ready, I’d used my phone to search online for a cane. After purchasing it, I arranged for Ilya to pick it up, then deliver it to my condo. I didn’t like the idea of Cerys bumping into things or possibly falling.
“Most work with various charities; they shop and spend time with other Bratva wives, handle any staff around the house, and make sure things run smoothly at home.” I reached for her hand. “But I don’t expect all of that from you.”
“Because I’m blind?”
I smiled at the slight bite to her tone. It seemed she didn’t like being considered incapable. I didn’t doubt that she could do many things on her own, but I also knew how the other wives would react to her. It would take time for them to get to know her, and appreciate her the way I did. Tossing her into their mix immediately would be like feeding her to a bunch of sharks. They could be vicious and would feel threatened by her. As one of the more prominent members of the Bratva, I held a higher ranking than a lot of their husbands, which put Cerys above those wives. They wouldn’t like it.
“No. Because I want you to be happy, and I don’t think those types of things would be something you’d enjoy. I don’t have a staff at home, although I should probably hire someone to help you with the cooking and cleaning. I know you took care of that for your father, but you’re not a maid, Cerys. You’re my wife.”
Her lips twitched as if she fought off a smile. “Most wives, those who aren’t married to men who can afford something like a penthouse suite, handle the cooking and cleaning for their families. You wouldn’t be asking me to do something other women don’t handle every day.”
I didn’t respond right away, wanting to be careful with my words. We’d already had one miscommunication that had upset her greatly and I didn’t want to have another. I knew it was likely we’d struggle from time to time as we adjusted to one another, but I’d prefer to temper my words and avoid it if I could. I hadn’t liked her being distant and looking like a beaten puppy.
“What do you enjoy?” I asked. “If you could do anything, what would make you happiest?”
Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed. “No one’s ever asked me that before.”
I gave her time to think about her answer, wanting to honestly know what she wanted or needed in order to be happy with me, with her new life. If it was within my power to give it to her, I would.
“I want to make a difference in someone’s life,” she said. “I know I’m not the only person who has had to fight against a disability, and I was struggling until you came along. If there’s a way to help other people like me, then that’s what I want to do. Everyone deserves a chance to make something of themselves or find happiness.”
It wasn’t what I’d expected her to say. I’d thought she’d ask for more books, or something that I could purchase for her. Perhaps even more time together, but helping others? While I knew most of the Bratva wives helped with charities, I didn’t think they actually cared about any of the causes. It was mostly for show. Cerys, however, just wanted to help someone. It proved that she was different from anyone I’d ever known before, that she was sweet and good. I only hoped that being with me didn’t destroy that part of her. The life I led was violent and bloody. I didn’t want any part of it to touch her, but there was always a risk something would happen.
“I’ll see if I can come up with a w
ay for you to do that, myshka. I just need to handle the situation at home first.” And handle it I would, by any means necessary if the problem was Artur.
Within the hour we were loaded onto the jet and heading back home. Cerys dozed with her head on my shoulder, but I knew I needed to get my mind back on business and be a little less focused on my new wife. She was tempting, and I would have loved to introduce her to the Mile High Club, but it would have to wait. I couldn’t afford to be careless or sloppy. It wasn’t just my life at stake anymore. I knew my enemies wouldn’t hesitate to use Cerys against me. There was also the chance she could be pregnant already. I’d refused to use to protection with her, wanting to see her swell with our child.
If Artur wouldn’t back down, I’d have to come up with another arrangement, one that didn’t include making his daughter a part of my life in any capacity. At one point, it wouldn’t have bothered me. Women in my world were to be used and discarded in whatever way might be advantageous to the men. It never had been a problem for me in the past, but if anyone tried to take Cerys from me, I’d put them six feet under. I only hoped my attachment to her didn’t come across as a weakness. The weak didn’t last long in the Bratva.
The flight was uneventful and soon I felt the wheels touching down. I roused Cerys, smiling as she stretched like a contented cat.
“We’re here, myshka. Time to go home.”
She nodded and stood, nearly falling. I reached up and steadied her, rising to my feet. Someone would handle our bags so I lifted her into my arms and carried her down the steps and to my car. After I settled her on the passenger seat and buckled her, I shut the door and strode around the hood. I popped the trunk so our bags could be placed inside, and once it was closed again, I slid into the car and started the engine.
By the time I parked the car outside my building and handed the keys to the valet, Cerys seemed more awake. She reached for my hand as we entered the building and rode the elevator to our floor.
“Home, sweet home,” she murmured as I opened the door and ushered her inside.
