by Via Mari
When I’ve thoroughly cleaned her, I slide up beside her, pulling her body into my own. “Rest Princess,” I say, nuzzling her neck, feeling the smooth softness of her long blonde hair cascading around us.
“Hmm, I’ve never felt something like that. I want to make you feel good, too,” Marenah says, her voice low and barely intelligible with the need for rest.
“Sleep. You’re exhausted, we’re not in a rush here,” I say and in less than a minute I have her pressed against my chest and she is doing just that, and I find it impossible to do the same or to take my eyes from her sleeping frame. Vacation or not, I would normally be working, at least researching this evening, but that’s not what I plan to do. Instead, I send a text to Jay letting him know that I plan to take the night off to recover and I pull my princess closer, just holding her and losing myself to the fantasies playing in my mind about claiming her for the very first time.
* * *
When I wake in the morning she is still asleep, and I kiss her lips gently. She smiles in her sleep, and I have no idea why that makes me happy, but it does. I raise up slowly, grimacing at the pain in my side, and being careful so as not to wake her. I strip once I reach the bathroom, in need of a nice long shower. When the warmth of the water cascades around me I can’t help thinking about what she would look like in here with me, on her knees, the rain of the shower pelting against our skin as she sucks my cock. It’s that image that has me rubbing my pulsing member; long strokes, squeezing just so right. When I think of the princess in my bed, taking my length all the way to the back of her throat, moaning with pleasure as she sucks, it takes less than a few minutes before I am sending strand after strand of desire for the beautiful princess laying in her bed onto the shower floor, watching as the water gathers, and sends it swirling down the drain.
I’m left to catch my breath and try to recover from the intensity of my need for Marenah. I tilt my head back, letting the water rain over me as I come floating back to reality. No one has ever captured my attention like the long legged, blue-eyed blonde in the next room. I’ve never felt the sheer physical connection we have with anyone else. It’s an energy, so different that it’s hard to comprehend. I’ve heard about it before, but never once in my life experienced it, but now there is an intense need to make it a special night for my virginal princess.
I dry off stepping out of the shower, my head a little clearer, slide into my clothes and slip out of her bedroom, closing the door behind me managing not to wake her. In less than fifteen minutes, I’ve made the arrangements that I need, figured out how to make a pot of coffee with her stainless steel machine and am signed into the huddle that Jay has called.
“You know the offer I talked to you about last week? Apparently, Chase and Brian are more determined than ever to have our team take care of their entire family, including the Italian Family.”
The minute Chase Prestian married Katarina Meilers, the one and only daughter of the New York Italian Family head, things were always going to go down this way. We all knew we were protecting the daughter of the renowned crime boss, but we didn’t have a choice after Chase fell in love with Katarina. The irony is that we do now have a choice but the choice is to continue protecting Chase and his extended Italian Mafia family or not. I’m in. There’s no way I’ll leave Jenny unprotected. Katarina’s best friend, Jenny has become as close to family as I will ever have, like a little sister that I’ve always wanted, growing up in an orphanage and moved from foster home to foster home. The thought that I wouldn’t protect her and her family seems ludicrous to me, even though six months ago I might have told anyone asking me to protect the mafia, much less any family with connections to them to fuck the hell off. I’ve experienced first hand what some of the families are into, but while these men are far from angels they know where to draw the line and are good men.
“I’m in,” I say, and laugh out loud when I hear Jay’s sigh of relief on the phone.
“You wanna tell me what that was?” I ask.
“No, I just want to make sure everyone on the team is cool with this before we meet with Chase and Brian. We’ve got a great team, and I’m not looking to split it up,” Jay says.
“Agree. Negotiate the deal, we’ll be behind you,” I say.
“It may mean you need to fly into Italy to sign a contract. We’re on our way to Italy right now and should be there tomorrow evening. Can you make a meeting with Chase the day after tomorrow morning? He’s got plenty of room for everyone in the guest house,” Jay says.
“I’m just a few hours away. Send the document over, and I’ll take a look. In the meantime, I’ll have a flight plan drawn up that will put Marenah and me in Italy tomorrow night. I’ll send over the necessary info. Get it approved,” I say.
“Roger that,” Jay says.
I walk into the bedroom where my princess sleeps and shake my head. There’s no way I’m going to allow her to be in harm’s way, but the cruel reality is that I have to go to Italy. She can either come with me the easy way or the hard way.
Marenah
I wake, stretching my body, sated with memories of Matt providing me with those amazing orgasms last night. The room is empty, but the drapes have been drawn open, and the sun is streaming in. I stretch again, lingering in my luxurious post-sexual bliss.
He walks into the room dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt and my thighs clench with desire, but he could have had me. I thought after what he did to me he would take me, but instead, he let me sleep, holding me in his arms. Still a virgin.
“Hungry, Princess? Breakfast is ready,” Matt says.
I nod, too choked up to say anything as he stares into my eyes. He takes my hand, pulls me up in bed, and kisses my lips. “Get ready and come to breakfast. I had it delivered while you slept,” Matt says, heading into the kitchen and leaving me to get freshened up before donning a robe and following. I find him laying out rolls at the bar. “Oh my God, Matt, Prez, whoever the hell you are. How did you know these are my absolute favorite! Let me smell,” I say with delight, picking up the freshly baked buns filled with bacon and onions. Do you know what these are?” I ask, waving the little homemade rolls around.
“Should I?” Matt asks, grey eyes watching me with amusement.
“Pirogi!” I say, tearing a piece of the pastry and putting it to his mouth. “Taste it.” Matt laughs at my enthusiasm and takes a bite, savoring the soft warmth of the bread, and delicious flavors. He murmurs his appreciation of the taste, and something unfamiliar in my chest tightens.
Matt walks behind me and pulls me close, guiding me to the dining room chair and pulls me down into his lap. He takes the roll from my hand and tears off a piece. “You like this Princess?” Matt asks, setting a portion of the freshly baked bread onto my lips. I have no clue why the fact that he didn’t take my virginity when he could have and instead is feeding me turns me on so much, but it does.
“So much,” I moan, my mouth full while my ass presses into the hard cock beneath me.
I finish chewing and love the way his eyes glaze over as he looks at me. “Can I ask you a question?” He nods, looking down at me. “Why didn’t you, you know finish with me last night? Is it because I’m too inexperienced?”
His eyebrows arc and his hand snakes under my hair before pulling me gently to just inches from his mouth. “You think I didn’t take you because you’re not experienced, Princess?” Matt asks.
I nod, because nothing else makes sense. Most men, at least the ones I’ve encountered would just take what they wanted and walk, just like my father, just like all the men in my sister’s life. I’ve never given them the chance to use me and dump me like that, but for some reason, I wanted the closeness, the intimacy with Matt and the fact that he didn’t want me in that way hurt more than I want to admit.
He pulls me closer rubbing his finger against my lip, as I feel his cock harden even more beneath me. “Don’
t think that I didn’t want you, Princess. I want your first time to be special,” Matt says, his mouth descending, stroking the seam of my lips with his tongue, parting them to give him entrance.
He captures my tongue in an intimate dance, one that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover from. Never have I wanted a man like this, never have I wanted to feel this way about a man, but yet the uncontrollable magnetism is there, and it’s not diminishing, only getting stronger.
“Marenah, go and get showered and dressed. I have an entire day and evening planned for you. Don’t ruin your surprise.”
I sigh, kissing his lips just one more time. “Go, Princess,” Matt says, swatting my ass playfully, gesturing me toward the bedroom and shower.
When I come out, I am refreshed and dressed, ready for the day and whatever it brings, and he pulls me to him, kissing my lips lightly. “Let’s go exploring,” he says.
“You’re still hurt,” I say, rubbing my hand along his side, feeling the bandages that are still keeping him compressed and tight. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“It’s not that bad and it’ll heal. There’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over, understand?” Matt asks, pulling me close and nuzzling his nose into my hair.
I nod as he takes my hand and pushes the elevator button for the lower level. When it arrives he guides me into it and then out into the lobby, past the glass doors of the skyrise and onto the sidewalks of the city. “There’s a dress shop that I want to take you to, it’s not far from here,” Matt says, and I look up at him. He grins at me. “What?” he says.
“Oh, I don’t know. Do you wow all your women by taking them to buy a dress?” I say, and his eyes cloud over for the briefest of moments, before he hides it, but not before I’ve seen it.
“Is that what you think?” he says softly, watching me intently.
“It’s what I learned growing up. All men want something. You could have taken me last night, but you didn’t. Now you take me out shopping for a night out in the city. I guess I’m a little confused and trying to figure you out,” I say.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Marenah. I just want to buy you a pretty dress,” Matt says, grasping my waist, pulling me close and kissing my forehead as we reach the shop.
“I’m sorry, sincerely. I haven’t had much experience with stuff like this. I’ve seldom gone on dates. I guess it’s just not my thing,” I say, attempting to move away from him, but his arm tightens around my waist.
“Take a look at the dresses. Pick out a few, try them on and see which ones you like,” Matt says, holding the door for me as we enter the shop.
The sales clerk is eager to show me all of the merchandise. She keeps looking at Matt, her eyes surveying his lean muscled body dressed in jeans and the sweater he’s donned to come outside in, and she doesn’t even have the decency to be discreet about it.
I rifle through the dresses on the rack and in less than a few minutes have selected a few that until walking into this shop and seeing her ogle my guy would have been my last choice.
I hold them up and gesture to the fitting rooms at the back of the shop, and he sends me a wink. I slide out of my clothes, and bra since my favorite of the three leaves no room for that. A deep dark little black dress that has delicate straps, with a v-neck that plunges deep, right to my midriff, and then hugs the curves of my waist and hips before falling down around my legs, with a sexy little slit up the side.
I twirl in the mirror. This dress could not have fit better if it were custom made for me and while it’s so feminine and risqué, so different from my usual attire, I find myself wanting to wear it for Matt. I walk out of the dressing room eager to see if he likes it and stop short.
He’s talking on his cell facing outside, watching patrons pass by the windows and miss sales clerk is still ogling him up like he’s eye candy. He turns as if sensing my presence, his eyes homing in on me and no one else, taking me in inch by inch, his gaze heating my skin and I can feel my nipples pebble with desire as his eyes finally find my own. He says something quiet into his phone and disconnects, walking across the shop until he’s standing in front of me.
“That dress is as perfect as you are. It’s the one I’m going to unwrap you from before I take your virginity. You should go take it off before I decide to take you for the first time in the dressing room,” Matt says low enough so that only I can hear, as he spins me away.
When I return he takes the dress from me and heads to the counter where miss ogly eyes continues gawking, glancing my way every now and then. My blood courses as she looks him up and down, then licks her lips before ringing the dress up. This emotion is so foreign, I don’t think I’ve ever felt it before, this jealousy that rages inside of me. It takes all of my training to try and disguise my emotion as she goes about her business as she scans the tag.
He hands her a credit card and I gasp at the price displayed on the digital register. That can’t be right. I knew this was an expensive boutique, but this is outrageous. I touch Matt’s arm and shake my head. I don’t need anything so expensive, but he just smiles while she’s ringing him out. He pulls me toward him and whispers in my ear. “I want to do this. Let me,” he says as though he could hear my thoughts.
The lady clears her throat, not too subtly trying to catch our attention. He doesn’t rush though, instead, runs a finger along my lips before placing a gentle kiss on my lips, a tender gesture that makes my legs go weak and my heart actually flutter. All these emotions, so new, so exhilarating that I can barely think straight and have to keep telling myself to breathe.
We walk out the shop and he glances at his phone. We’re not far from a place for shoes. He tells me the name and asks if I know it. “Yes, and it’s probably just as expensive as the shop we just left. Seriously, we can go somewhere else.”
“I’m not worried about the money. I want to do this,” Matt says, carrying the purchased bag in one hand and grasping mine with his other. He runs his finger along my palm, making patterns as we walk, causing little tingles of excitement to course through my veins.
The shop is filled with all the latest designers’ selections and it doesn’t take long to find a bright red pair of heels that will match the sexiness of the dress perfectly. I put them on and admire them in the side mirrors. His eyes light up and he nods his agreement with the choice, but when he turns to take a call and I take a few steps I grimace. How do women like my sister make walking in these things look so incredibly easy?
I’ve taken them off and put my own shoes back on by the time he’s finished his call. He takes them from me and places his hand on the small of my back as we walk toward the counter. This time the man that stands behind the counter isn’t looking at him, but glances my way every now and then. Not overtly obvious like the woman in the previous store, but it’s clear that he’s checking me out on the sly.
Matt pushes the hair back from my face, exposing my neck and runs his thumb along it as the man rings us up, before he turns to the shopkeeper. His eyes settle in on the man who seems to be getting more and more nervous by the minute, but keeps looking over at me every once in a while as the credit card is processing.
“She’s taken, my friend, but she is magnificent to look at, yeah?” Matt says.
“She is indeed,” the man says, nodding to Matt as though I’m not even in the room or the one they’re talking about. My cheeks heat with embarrassment as they finish the transaction, and we leave the store.
“What just happened there?”
“He wants to get in your panties. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, not that I can blame him.”
“And you called him out on it, why?”
“Because you’re taken and I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” Matt says.
I try to conceal my happiness, but I’m sure he can see the delight dancing in my eyes. I don’t know wh
y the fact that he was jealous, too, makes me feel so much better after that dress shop lady was gawking at him like a piece of meat, but it does. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, before guiding me down the street as we make our way to check out all the other little shops along the way.
We spend the rest of the morning leisurely making the tourist rounds that we didn’t get to yesterday until we are both hungry and ready for a break.
I take him to one of my favorite cafés for lunch. “What do you recommend?” Matt asks, skimming the menu.
“Here? Definitely the golubtsy. It’s a cabbage roll with meat inside. So good,” I say.
“Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes, please,” I say as the waiter stops by and Matt orders the dish for each of us along with a glass of bread wine, which is a locally fermented drink popular with the locals.
In moments the waiter has returned with our drinks. Matt picks his up and gestures for me to do the same. “When in Russia,” he says, smiling at me while clinking his glass with mine.
We continue our tour in the afternoon, wandering around the city and stopping for a small treat of chocolate latte and pastry in the early afternoon before we make our way back to my apartment in the late afternoon.
Matt closes the door behind us and pulls me into his arms. “You are so incredibly alive. So beautiful, friendly, funny and sexy,” he says, thumbing his finger across my lower lip. “I want to get to know every single complex part of you,” he says, kissing me as he undresses me. When he’s done and I am left bare in front of him, he suckles each nipple in turn, creating hard peaks of desire. He reaches down, grasping behind my knees, lifting me and my legs lock onto his waist and my arms tighten around his neck as he carries me to bed laying me down, and settling me before beginning to undress as I watch every sinewy muscle in his body displayed for me.
When he is completely nude, my eyes slide to the hardness pulsing between his legs. That is never going to fit inside of my body. It is long, hard, and so delicious looking that my pussy weeps with longing as I look at it. He smirks and slides into beside me, pulling me close. “You’re going to have a long night, sleep for a bit Princess,” Matt says, kissing my lips gently.
