Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  "Awh come on!!" Yigor complains. "The party's just started!!"

  "Yeah, what's the rush?" Grigori asks nonchalantly, eyes focused on the billiards game.

  Serge sets aside his cue stick as he disapproves. "Now lads, let's not be selfish!"

  Dimitri Molotov sobers up some as he glances in his beloved nephew's direction. "Ofcourse let's not, your young bride awaits you Vladimir."

  "Thank you uncle." Vladimir acknowledges curtly.

  "Fine!" Yigor downs another shot of vodka before getting to his feet. "Enjoy your night, lover boy!"

  In the next 15 minutes, the Molotovs depart out of the villa with their maids and Huxley in tow. In regards of his polite mannerisms most specifically concerning his uncle, Vladimir had seen them off until their limo disappeared from sight.

  Excitement of all the possibilities of the intimate events that could unravel tonight, muddled his mind like a drunkard. Yet unlike a drunkard, his strides back inside were full of calculated precision.

  Her name was at the brink of his lips and flooding his mouth like ambrosia. Her scent was engraved in his sense of smell as if he was standing amongst an endless celestial flowery field. The texture of her satin soft skin, lingered on the rough pads of his ivory fingers.

  The image of her face with all its innocent glory, flashed before his vision. That's when he nearly toppled at the foot of the foyer stairwell as an odd form of euphoric sensation flooded his body. This was beyond strange occurrence, she was beginning to effect him even more profoundly now that they were married.

  He clears his throat and reaches up to loosen his tie, eyes fixated up the stairs. Before he knew it, he was dashing up the remainder of the stairs like a madman. Suddenly his phone rang with a text, obstructing him out of his hungry thoughts regarding her.

  He took a deep inhale of rigid annoyance while slipping the phone out of his pocket. Glaring down at the screen, he spots a text from Serge.

  Serge:I know it's not my right to tell you what to do with your wife, but take this as a valuable bro to bro advice. Dont make a rash decision, Vlad. Forcing yourself on her will make her hate you for life. Don't force sex...she is still upset. Give it some time and earn it from her.

  Th first half of the message, served to inflict fury through out Vladimir's mind. He could only think, how dare Serge tell him what to do with his own wife. However as soon as his mind processed the last sentence of this advice, he recalled what appeared to be unforgiving anger masking her face through out the marriage ceremonies and dinner.

  No, he wouldn't do that. Serge was right, forcing her would definitely increase her current resentment towards him. How could he forget the burning ire within her pretty brown eyes as she pilfered glares at him through out dinner.

  No, he'd have to go about this a different way, a much more calculated approach. He had to use his skilful tact while battling these animalistic urges that hungered for intimate skin to skin contact with her.

  Wife..in a matter of time..you will give me your body and soul willingly.

  A deviant smirk lifts at his mouth as sapphire eyes gleam wickedly, staring down at the door knob to their master bedroom. Her beautiful presence was concealed behind this door, he thought as his inner battle intensified. With a shaky hand, he clasped the door knob and inserted the key into the keyhole.

  He had ordered the maids to lock her in after they left her in the room. Ofcourse she couldn't escape to anywhere in such a secured residence, this villa was installed with very tight knit security surveillance system. Even all the windows contained bullet proof glass. The villa itself was situated miles away from the city and he knew well the property surrounding it.

  He had her locked in the room only so that he wouldn't have to play hide and seek with her through out the mansion when everyone had left.

  His smirk nearly broke into a pearly grin as he thought, it would be fun sometimes to play hide and seek with his kitten in this villa. Then he'd catch her and she'd have to give in to the ravishment he would subject to her petite body.

  "Fūck!" He swore under his breath and shook his head. He was getting carried away again, feeding this animalistic side to him.

  With a deep inhale, he turned the knob and pushed the door inwards. But in the next seconds, the smirk on his face evaporated as his eyes locked with tearful brown ones from across the room.

  She stood there next to the immense balcony window, in her pink silk maxi dress and headscarf. Mascara streaked down her plump youthful cheeks, yet the healthy glow of her face was fading. Her petite figure was trembling and she drew her brows together in complete rage as she looked him in the eyes.

  "You evil, evil, monster!!!" She bellows, nostrils flaring while tiny fists clench at her sides.

  "Wife..relax." He states, all traces of desire dampened within him as concern took over.

  Her mouth twisted sordidly. "Relax ?! Relax?!! Don't tell me to relax!!! You vile man!!! Free me at once from this hellhole!!!"

  "Come here, wife." He starts taking determined steps towards her with arms outstretched in her direction. "Let your husband relax you, shhh."

  He notices next what appears to be sheer panic as her eyes flit about frantically for an escape. But he wasn't prepared for what occurred after when she reached for a glass pitcher half filled with water set on the dresser, and shatters part of it against the floor.

  Immediately he came to a full halt midstep as his eyes looked to the large piece of glass shard held in her hand, aimed in his direction.

  "D-Don't come near me!" She choked over her words in a frightened tone. "I'll use this against you!"

  Amazement dawns on his face as his eyes lock with hers, before a vainglorious smirk curls at his lips. "Oh really? I'd like to see you try, wife."

  Gifted with well trained reflexes as an assassin, he knew he could subdue her in a matter of seconds while tossing the shard out of her hand. He kept himself from openly laughing at what he found was an adorable attempt by her to harm him.

  However, he wasn't prepared for what occurs next when she suddenly aims the the tip of the shard under her chin. Tremulous words slip out of her mouth. "I'll-I'll kill myself! I'd rather die than live as your wife!"

  His face drained of colour, he felt as if someone had given a perilous blow to his chest, his breathing freezes in agony. Her threatening words rang through out his mind in a tormenting pattern.

  "Kashani..." His voice barely above an icy whisper of a warning. Blue eyes remain locked on the shard being held at her skin. "Don't be foolish...don't do this.."

  "I'll do it !!" She hurls threateningly, tears spilling out of her eyes in abundance. "I can't endure all of this pain I'm going through in such a horrid life!"

  When a trickle of crimson droplet slid down from under her chin and over the shard of glass, Vladimir could see nothing but sudden rage blinding his own eyes as he let out a vicious growl. In a split second he leapt on to her like a wild wolf on an unsuspecting prey.

  She let out a scream of protest as his skilful assassins grip snatched the glass away from her hand, tossing it across the room.

  Before he knew it, he clamps both of his hands on the smallness of her shoulders as he glowers down at her. "What the fūck were you thinking?! Huh?!"

  She stares at him with frightened wide eyes as he shakes her in repleted fury. "Kashani, what the fuck were you about to do?! Do you fūcking know how stupid that shit is ?! You nearly killed me Kashani!!"

  She starts sobbing under his tightening grip and it does little to calm his rage. "Did you hear what I just said ?! You nearly killed me, Kashani!! Suicide is a fucking sin, you foolish, foolish little girl!!"

  She remains weeping, and he clenches his jaw in ever growing indignation. Then he bit down on his bottom lip, to suppress another series of expletives commencing along with the growls in the back of his throat. He was visibly trembling along with her, his tremors were of impassioned concern and volcanic temper.

  How fucking dare you try to take
your precious life, you foolish little girl..

  His teeth ripped through the skin of his bottom lip, and he tasted metallicness of his own blood. But it concerned him not as his attention shifted to the bruising against the underside of her chin. Immediately he drew a hand up and firmly tugged her head back, inorder to examine her wound.

  "P-Please, let me go.." Her beg slips out wavering.

  Evading her remark, he studies the cut under her chin. He let out an exhale of relief, noticing the cut was a minor scratch against her skin.

  "Look what you did to your precious skin." He growls. Before he could prevent himself, he lowers his own bruised lips against her wound and presses them down firmly.

  He found her immediately tensing within his hold, but he didn't give a damn. It took less then a nanosecond for his tongue to flick out over her cut. Their blood drops mingling with eachother along his saliva, yet he sensed how different and intoxicatingly innocent she tasted. While his own blood reeked of evil and sin, he thought.

  A profound wave of fervent desire pounded his heart like a tsunami. Kashani, how dare you try to kill yourself?!

  "You had no right to do that shįt, you bad little girl!" He utters in restrained exasperation. The rage returns tenfold within him as his tongue furiously flicks over her wound.

  "I-I'm sorry!" She's gasping between her pleas while he continues suckling on her skin. "Let me go, please don't do this!"

  "Fuck no!!" He snarls as he pulls his mouth away from her bruise, his frigid gaze drilling into hers. "What you almost did is unforgivable, little one.."

  Effortlessly, he swivels her around and drags her in the direction of the king sized bed.

  "No!! I'm sorry!!" She lets out panic stricken. "Please don't do this !! Please don't !!"

  "Oh trust me, sweetheart.." A dark chuckle escapes his enraged face. "It's not what you think.."

  In a quick motion he snakes his arm around her waist as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Simultaneously, he flings her on to her stomach down over his lap, her face angling inches above the floor.

  She begin frantically thrashing around. "What are you doing ?!! Please let me go, I beg you!! I'm sorry!!!"

  Without much difficulty he secures over her back, both of her small wrists in one of his hands. Ignoring her cries and helpless entreats, he whips up her maxi dress over her thrashing legs with his other hand. Exposing her panty covered bottom causes his mouth to water.

  "No!!!" She protests and yet they fall onto deaf ears as he tries flinging down her panties.

  He growls in frustration after a few seconds of failure to slip off her panties, her legs were thrashing about too much for such a task to be accomplished.

  "If you don't quit moving.." He threatens in a lowered tone. "I'll fuck you so hard on this bed right now, dollface...all fucking night long."

  "Then what are you trying to do now??!" She demands through her flood of tears, cheeks steaming a delicious shade of red. "Please let me go!!"

  "Daddy needs to punish you, little girl." His voice deviates in a raspy irateness. "You need to be taught a lesson for what you nearly did."

  "I said I was sorry!!" She cries in a terrified tone, legs still thrashing about.

  "Fine, you know what?! Since you won't obey simple orders right now, I'll just fuck you!" He begins pulling her upright. "Fuck all of that rebelliousness out of you, make you a good wife for me."

  "No! No! Please I'll do as you say!!" She protests rampantly, as she quits moving her legs. "Please I'm sorry!!"

  A moment of heavy silence passes by between them both, before he brings his hand up and wallops it down on her panty covered derrière. She lets out a horrified shriek. "What are you doing?!"

  "Shutup!" He growls intensely. "Take your punishment like the bad little girl you are."

  "I said I'm sorry.." She sobs helplessly, her teardrops sprinkling onto the floor below her face, like glimmering little jewels.

  "What the fuck did I tell you, huh?!" He threatens anew, as he squeezes her lush round áss cheek painfully. "I think you seriously want me to administer some nasty, dirty, rough sex with you huh? Is that what you want princess?! Really really dirty hot fūck session, you have no idea of the nasty things I'm capable of."

  "No! No!" She shook her head emphatically.

  "Then obediently take your punishment." His eyes were burning in a storm of forbidden passion. "You have no idea how much torn up inside I am over what you nearly did. And you need to be punished for that.."

  She silently wept without saying another word. More suffocating moments of silence passed between them, before he violently slapped his palm against her derrière again. She let out another shriek of pain.

  "Shutup! If I hear you scream, I'll start all over again and you better start counting, little girl!" He glowers as he pinches her áss cheek before smacking it harshly again.

  It takes two more failed attempts for her to finally start counting down the number of times he slaps her across her derrière. She hiccups her sobs of agony back in her throat with each blow of his hand at her increasingly sensitive bum.

  "That's a good girl.." He approves smugly after several minutes as he continues smacking forcefully. "Daddy's nearly done here..keep counting, baby."

  "32!" She yelps out while biting down on her lip, the pain was becoming unbearable.

  He was noticing the tremors increase in her body, and her voice seemed faint. So he stopped and gently rubbed his palm over her derrière.

  "Shhh..you did so well, my obedient wife." He whispers soothingly.

  She attempts to shift her body, but this motion unknowingly causes his index finger to slip between her legs. They both freeze in their places, completely wary of what just occurred.

  Seconds tick past slowly between them. He refuses to pull his finger away, instead finally pressing his finger further in the crease of her panties between her leg. Her body tensing even more at the gesture.

  His voice lets out rough and breathless. "You're dripping wet.."

  She appears frozen in place, her breathing seemed shallow. Yet all his mind could process was that she had somehow grown aroused by the punishment he had inflicted on her. It caused him nothing short of a swell of ever growing desire, untethered and rampantly flooding his veins.

  "Kashani...is this turning you on, huh?" He murmurs gruffly. "Such a bad little girl, you weren't supposed to enjoy this...you naughty kitten."

  She lets out a weak whimper as he rubs his fingers between her legs. The squelching sound of damp fabric and her arousal from the friction, was like a torturous melody to his ears.

  "You feel this, wife ?" He moves his hips up, pushing his growing erection against her stomach area. "Feel what you do to me?"

  She gasps and tries to wriggle free. "Please let me go..."

  "Shutup." He commands huskily. "Let's try something..I'm not done with the punishment.."

  She begins to protest again when he starts to apply pressure of his fingers in between her legs.

  This time he manages to utter in a deadly serious tone. "If you don't obey, I'll rip your clothes off and pound the hell out of you.Devastate your cute little pūssy, is that what you want? Huh!?"

  To his satisfaction this reminder of a threat serves to still her from further disobeying. He slides his fingers once again between her legs and starts rubbing in circular motions.

  A series of whimpers escape through her mouth as she tries to bite down on her lip. He knew she was suppressing herself the pleasure he was inflicting against her panty covered nether region.