“Of course, Mistress,” he said, with a gleam in his eye.
I made him turn his back to me and present his wrists, which I bound tightly with the belt. Once finished, I made him lie back down. After he did so, I went to work teasing the delicate flesh that covered his sac. I swirled my tongue over his scrotum, pressed its tip into his balls. His muscle twitched, and breath hissed between his teeth as he struggled not to react, to remain still.
Finally I wrapped my lips around his slick glans and began to suckle, drinking the pre-cum from its hole. He thrust up, trying to plunge more of his length in my mouth, but I stopped him by coiling a hand around the base of his shaft and squeezing hard. I tore my mouth away long enough to tell him, “Now be still, or I’ll have to stop until you can behave.”
He grit his teeth so hard I swore I heard them squeak, then merely nodded in reply. His whole face tensed from his struggle to control his reactions.
I let more of his cock glide into my mouth, swishing my tongue under the ridge and then down the steely muscle as I did so. More air hissed between his teeth, and I felt his stomach tightened as he fought the binding on his wrists.
I sucked him hard and took him to the root, until his plump head bumped the back of my throat. I held him there as I laved his shaft with my tongue, then swallowed around his girth, which I knew drove him wild. I focused on controlling my gag reflex as I drew him out of my wet mouth slowly. His chest now heaved with the exertion of holding back.
While I worked his spit slickened cock with one hand, I watched his face tense and relax from the building ecstasy. “Don’t cum until I tell you to,” I taunted.
His eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids fluttered closed. “Mistress…I have to fuck you now. Take your clothes off and let me inside of you.”
I wagged a finger in his face. “Nope. I’m in charge here.” Once more I deep throated him, but the pleasure I gave was brief, for he bucked and thrashed beneath me until the tear of fabric broke my hold over him.
“Not anymore.” He grinned lasciviously as he said this, while hurling the ripped belt to the floor.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward, positioning my wet slit above his pulsing cock. I wriggled and resisted, but I wasn’t that concerned over the shift in power, to be honest. I knew the pleasure would be given and received in equal measures tonight, no matter who dominated who.
I quit resisting his grip and let myself ease down, let my vagina encase and grip his thick penis. He cradled my back with one hand as I rode him in a slow, steady rhythm. When he reached for my clit to stroke it as I ground against him, my hips picked up their pace.
The hand cupping my shoulder moved to my breast, gripping its fullness in one large hand. He tweaked and teased the nipple in time with the fingers rolling and rubbing my clit. He paused only long enough to caress the length of my seeping lips, gathering the juices from our fucking to lube his fingers. Then his touch returned to the swollen bead of flesh, giving it slippery friction that heightened my bliss.
“Come for me, Mistress. Squeeze my cock as tight as you can and come hard for me,” he demanded, now moving the hand at my breasts to my ass, digging his fingers deep into the cheek as he urged me to ride him faster.
I rode him with violent force, pressing his fingers firmly against my clit as I leaned forward and used one arm to brace myself. Soon, ecstasy exploded through my groin, uncurling from deep within to spread through my pelvis, zip up my spine. I was awash in electric passion, and I never wanted to lose this erotic high. Moments after the second orgasm crested, racing from my clit throughout my nerve endings, he came deep inside of me, spilling his seed with two hard twitches of his cock.
We lay there after, sprawled on the couch, me on top of his barrel chest while he stroked my hair. When I finally spoke, the peppering of hair across his pecs tickled my nose.
“I did love someone else, once, but he was taken from me.” I felt the need to confess about my relationship with Doug, after he’d shared the story of Astrid.
He urged me up, and I sat in his lap. “How did you lose him?” His eyes and voice held compassion and genuine interest.
A knot formed in my throat as I conjured a memory I’d pushed down deep inside of me for so long. “His name was Doug. He was a policeman, like my dad.” I paused, shut my eyes for a moment as painful visions of the past overtook happy ones. “His parents didn’t like me. See, his dad was a cop too, only he didn’t want Doug to join the force, or work in homicide. But being a homicide detective, like his dad and mine, was Doug’s dream. His parents didn’t want him to see the things his Dad had. They wanted him to go into law or banking and stay away from the streets. But my dad encouraged him to be a cop against their wishes. When he started dating me, that only made the animosity between our families worse. See, his dad and my dad were partners, and good friends, at one time.”
“That must’ve been a challenge for your relationship.” Dmitri stroked hair from my face. “Did he die investigating a case?”
I looked away long enough to steel my resolve, stave off tears. “Yes, a week after making detective. Truth is, my dad still blames himself for it.”
“Charlotte.” He pulled me close and kissed my hair before inhaling deeply.
“As melodramatic as it might sound, I didn’t think I’d love anyone ever again.” I couldn’t look in his eyes as I made my confession. My emotions were just too powerful to see mirrored back at me. “But then you came along, and, well…it might be horrible of me, but I love you even more than I did him.” Then I buried my face in his shoulder, and let his deep voice soothe me as it rumbled up from his chest.
“Charlotte, that doesn’t sound melodramatic or horrible of you. It sounded sincere,” with a kiss to my cheek, he added, “and sweet. I love you, too.”
***
“I’m so happy to see you two getting along again.” Mildred beamed as she scooped up her files and headed for the office door. “Don’t let this one get away, Dmitri. She’s worth fighting for.” With a wink, she disappeared out the office exit.
“Charlotte, would you like to come with me and my brother tomorrow to visit my mother?”
I looked up from the patient files I was checking. Dmitri’s expression was open and vulnerable. I could see a hint of that fear of rejection flicker across his feature. “Of course. I’d love to.”
He smiled, but weariness held in his eyes. “I should warn you, her Alzheimer’s is very advanced. Most days she doesn’t remember me. Sometimes I’m her brother, an uncle…”
I stood, came around the desk and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “It’s all right. I’m sorry your mother’s suffering so, but you don’t have to worry about my reaction. Taking care of Dad, I had nights where I’d find him gasping for breath. Times when he went blue.” I shook my head, trying to clear those stark memories. “You don’t have to protect me from her pain, my love. I want to be there for you through this, as you’ve been there for me and Dad.”
***
“Will it upset her if I give it to her?” Yuri cast Dmitri a concerned expression, and Dmitri looked shocked at his brother’s display of compassion. “I thought she might like it. I know she used to collect them.”
“It’s a beautiful Matryoshka,” I said, admiring the intricate, white lace headdress that had been painted on the Russian nesting doll’s head. Variants of blue made up its traditional Russian peasant dress, while more white paint wove an intricate shawl that looked like an elaborate spider’s web resting on the toy’s shoulders.
“You can give it to her,” Dmitri spoke in a soft voice. “I think she’ll like that.”
Yuri gave a hesitant smile. “Thank you, brother. I hope so.”
We entered the extended care wing of the senior care facility where my father and Dmitri mother now resided. Dmitri led myself and Yuri to his mother’s room.
Inside I gazed upon a tiny woman nestled in a cloud of long, white hair, pale blue nightgown covered by a roya
l blue robe, and an intricate, embroidered quilt of the same colors draped over her lap. Her eyes appeared distant and glassy when we first walked in, but as she focused on us, they cleared and her face lit with joy.
“Otets,” she said, directing this word at Yuri. I recognized it as a Russian term Dmitri had taught me. It meant ‘father.’
“She thinks you’re grandpa,” Dmitri whispered to his brother. “Just play along with it, please. At this point, it’s best. Telling her differently will only confuse her, upset her.”
Yuri nodded. “Of course. Should I give her the present?”
Dmitri gave a sad smile. “Yes, go ahead.”
We let Yuri approach first, following close behind. When he addressed her, he used another Russian term I was unfamiliar with.
“What have you got there?” she asked, her voice soft and reedy.
Yuri knelt down beside her chair and presented the Matryoshka. “I know you collect these.”
She let out a childlike gasp and clapped her hands. The carefree motion was endearing to watch. “I love Matryoshkas! And it’s the same color as my dress. Thank you, Otets.” With the doll clasped tightly in one hand, she leaned over the side of her wheelchair and hugged Yuri’s neck, using a frail arm. She followed it with a kiss to his cheek. I was sure I saw the man’s eyes glimmer with tears, but I spoke not a word.
Later, as we left the extended care wing and made our way down the wide, stone steps, Yuri stopped us. He glanced at us both, then focused on his brother as he held out a hand and said, “Thank you for letting me see Mom.” Then he looked away briefly, glancing at the cars parked along the sidewalk before turning his attention back to Dmitri. In a lower voice, made husky by emotion, he added, “And I want you to know I’m sorry … for everything. All those things I did to you, those things I said. Astrid…” He shook his head. “I had to learn empathy through heartbreak. She told me she left me because I turned cruel after we moved in together. Called me Jekyll and Hyde.” His voice cracked with this sentence. “I thought of you then, and her words hit home.”
“I want to believe you, brother,” Dmitri said, reaching out to squeeze Yuri’s shoulder. “But you’ll have to give me a lot of time. I hope you understand.”
Yuri nodded. “Certainly. I understand. I’ve given you this whole ‘I’ve changed’ routine before. You and Mom and Dad. I can’t expect you to believe me overnight. I know I have a lot to prove.”
With that, the brothers hugged, and I chased tears from my eyes, hoping they wouldn’t see.
We parted ways and neared Dmitri’s car. He stopped before he opened his door, looking at me over the roof. “You know, our vacation time begins next week. How do you feel about a cruise, Charlotte?”
***
I felt a spring in my step as I walked into Dad’s room in the senior care home. I held Dmitri’s warm hand in mine.
“Charlotte and Dmitri!” Dad looked bright faced and more like his old self today, even with the clear plastic tubes trailing from his nose to the oxygen machine. “I get you both today. Come and sit. Break out the cards, Dmitri.” He flashed his big smile and ushered us to the small, round table in the sitting area of his spacious suite. Dad loved a good game of Rummy when the two of us stopped by.
“So how’re things with you?” he asked as he shuffled.
“We’re going on a cruise next week,” I told him, my excitement brimming over. “Will you be okay without either of us around for a little while?”
He waved me off. “Bah, of course. I’ll be fine. Go have fun.” Then he cast Dmitri a knowing smile. Or, at least, I thought he did. I wondered what was going on. “Besides,” he added. “Lucy promised to come by everyday you’re gone. I won’t get lonely.”
Dmitri cleared his throat, and Dad bit his lip as if he’d said too much.
Frowning, I glanced between the two of them. “Dad, did you already know about this cruise?”
He wore a sheepish expression as he concentrated on his cards. Then he tossed his hand to the table and said to Dmitri, “Oh hell, do it here. Don’t wait till the boat.”
Dmitri cast him a grin. “Well, I admit we have the same train of thought, Mr. Hanson. I did bring the ring with me.”
“What’re you two going on about?” I said, my heart pounding hard in my chest. When I next looked to Dmitri, he was on his knees at my side.
“Your father’s given me his blessing.” He pulled a burgundy, velvet box from his pocket. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” When he opened it, the cluster of diamonds nearly blinded me.
Dad shouted, “Say yes!” before I could speak.
A lump knotted up my throat, but I managed to say, “Yes,” around it.
“Imagine that,” Dad said, as Dmitri planted a quick kiss to my forehead. “From his personal assistant to his life partner. You get your fairytale come true after all, sweetheart.” He smiled wide and squeezed my hand.
As we walked down the hall from Dad’s room, I looked up at my husband to be. Then I stopped him before we turned the next corner. “How long have you and my father been meeting in secret?” My lips quirked up.
“Whenever I’d come to visit Mom, I’d stop in to see your father.” He gave a hesitant look, as if he expected irritation from me. “I know, another secret. I had the best intentions, though.”
I took his hand and rested my head against his arm. “It’s okay. I won’t hold it against you this time.”
He laughed, then twirled me to face a wide gray door across from us. “You know,” he whispered close to my ear. “We should celebrate our engagement.”
“We will when we get to your place,” I quipped, knowing lusty plans brewed in his mind.
“I don’t think I can wait that long,” he growled against my neck, pushing me toward the door across the hall.
Inside we found a small maintenance room with a folding table and a stool. Dmitri locked the door behind us, and my stomach tightened at the snick of the latch. In a tiny niche at the back of this space, two coat hooks hung on opposite sides of the nook.
“Remove your clothes, Mistress,” he said to me, after leading me to this opening.
I assumed submissive mode and shed my garments quickly, placing them on the table that rested to my right. Dmitri was naked soon after. He drew near and removed the scarf from my hair. Before this, he plucked the scarf I’d worn around my neck from atop my folded clothes.
“Spread your arms,” he commanded. “Place your wrists against the hooks.”
I did as he requested. He wound the silky fabric around my wrists and looped it through then around the hooks, securing me tightly.
“Now don’t struggle—”
“What if I want to?” I tilted my chin up and gave him a defiant look.
His eyebrows quirked up as he smirked. “You need more discipline, I see. You’re growing far too bold.”
I shrugged as best I could in my bonds. “Perhaps I prefer being bold and brazen.”
“Tsk tsk.” He shook a finger at me as he drew near. “I see I’m going to have to kiss the will out of you.”
He pressed his nakedness against mine and did just that. First his tongue trailed across my top and bottom lip, barely tasting me. As he did this, his hands molded to my breasts, massaging the medium sized globes with insistent, skilled fingers. When I moaned from his touch, he plunged his tongue into my mouth, scraped it over my teeth, then tickled the roof of my mouth with its tip. My tongue entangled with his and the kiss deepened.
His fingers moved to my nipples, teasing the dark pink buds with light flicks, then running his thumb back and forth over them until they stood stiff and my aureoles puckered. It sent waves of sensation coursing downy my torso, my belly, to where it pooled and throbbed in my pussy. But I bit back the urge to groan out my enjoyment, lest he take the pleasure away.
“Good Mistress,” he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck and across my collarbone. “Amazing control, my darling.” He now tugged at my nipples with
his teeth, flit his tongue rapidly over the aching tips.
I cut off a whimper before it could fully escape my lips.
“Let’s see how long you can last.” His mouth caressed my ribs, my stomach, then his tongue poked into my belly button, swirling circles that tickled so badly it made it sheer hell not to squirm.
When his tongue flit over my clitoris, I had to screw my eyes tightly shut to keep from moaning. But I couldn’t stop my hips from jutting forward, seeking to bring my sex closer to his face.
“ I should stop now,” he said, pulling his lips from the throbbing nub, but teasing it still by rubbing his thumb up and down the sensitive bud. “You’ve been naughty, moving like that. But I want to taste you, fuck you so badly, we’ll make an exception.”
Then he dug his fingers deep into my ass and pulled me closer to his lips, draping my legs over his shoulders as he did so. His tongue slithered up the length of my wet slit then back down. He poked it far into my quivering hole and tongue fucked me with vigor until I cried out and thrashed in my bonds. His mouth next wrapped around my clit, and he urged the hood back with that talented, wet muscle, then tickled the bead of extra sensitive flesh with its tip.
He added fingers, curling them to caress my g-spot awake, filling it with erotic stimuli. My legs tightened around his neck and I let out a long “Ahhhhh,” as my head fell back on my shoulders. Seconds later, I squirmed in my bonds, hoping the scream I let free as I came wasn’t too loud, as I didn’t want to notify any passersby of our presence.
“Oh, Charlotte,” he said as he slid up the length of my sweat dampened body. “I need to be inside of you right now.”
He cupped my ass then urged my leg up near his waist. With his palm tucked under my bent knee, he used one hand to grip his cock and rub my swollen clit with its hard shaft. He watched me squirm as I tried to urge his cock into my aching slit.
“Would you like me to fuck you now, Mistress?” he taunted.
“Yes,” I begged, my breasts hitching up and down from the force of rapid, shallow breaths. “I want you right now.”
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