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Hey guys, so this chapter is a little more detailed…and a little more kinky. This is an old piece of mine, so I'm sorry if it isn't as satisfying, although I hope it is. This one involves Dimitri's proposing to Rose, and their first night as fiancés. Although it's kink, there is spanking in it, and if you would like, you can scroll down to where that takes place, and not really miss too much. Anyways, I hope you like, and I know it's long, but I hope you enjoy anyways.

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-RMNicki

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"There. Done." Lissa smiled, stepping away from me.
"Can I see?" I asked,
'Nope." She said popping the p.
"Lissa…" I whined, then a knock at the door sounded,
"Don't look Rose! I'll know by your aura!" She said, as she walked out of the bathroom and to our dorm room entrance.
I sighed, tempted to leave my seat on the toilet lid and look in the mirror. I didn't even know why she was getting me all dressed up. I trusted her though, I couldn't see what she'd done with me for obvious reasons, but she had me in a white one shouldered dress and white heels. She's put me through her styling my hair with a curler and makeup.
I couldn't help but wonder what the occasion was, but she refused to release any information.
Then, she was back, "Why can't I look?" I asked, then my heart skipped a few beats as I saw my Russian god behind her, who was almost just as dressed up as I was,
"Because I asked her not to until I saw you first." He smiled.
"Now I'm really confused." I said, slightly mystified, standing.
"You two are going somewhere tonight." Lissa said, smiling now. There was something in her eyes that said she was hiding something, but I didn't ponder it for long. "I'll leave you two alone." She said, and walked out the door of the dorm.
"We are?" I asked. I'd obviously been kept out of the loop.
"We are." He said, smiling, I could tell he liked catching me off guard.
"Can I look now?" I asked innocently. He laughed, and nodded.
"Yay!" I said, turning and looking in the mirror,
"Oh my god…" I whispered, once I got a look at myself…
"I know." Dimitri said from behind me, showing up in the mirror, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I closed my eyes, and sighed, "I could stay like this forever, comrade." I whispered.
"Me too." He said gently, "But we have reservations." He took my hand in his and took me away from the mirror, leading me towards the door,
"Reservations?" I asked suspiciously…that sounded expensive, I was about to ask,
"You didn't-"
"Sshh." He said, putting a finger to my lips, "That's one thing you can't do, ask about how much it cost."
I sighed, "You know me too well." He played with a lock of my hair, "I can't get away with anything."
He gave me a look, "Probably a good thing." I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Come on." He whispered, and pulled me towards the door.

The restaurant he took me to was beautiful, our clothes matched the atmosphere perfectly. They had all of these elegant meals, and it was one of those 5 course restaurants where everything is just…perfect. Something that royals would dine in. But, must of the people around here were human.
Afterwards, he took me to this beautiful park overlooking a lake, the sun was setting now, but we didn't worry about strigoi, there were too many people around right now, and it wasn't like we couldn't take care of ourselves.
We sat on the ground, I sat between his legs, with my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. We sat in silence for a while, then he stood and pulled me up,
"I have somewhere I want to take you." He whispered. I was confused but I trusted him and simply nodded,
"Wait, hang on." I said quietly, and dipped down, taking my heels off, he laughed,
"I don't know how royals where those things all the time." I said.
"Oh Roza." He whispered, and my heart swelled at the name I adored so much, he took my other hand in his, and led me down the hill and to the lake where I saw a small dock that went out about a good 30 feet over the lake. We went to the end, and Dimitri stood behind me as I stared at the sun setting in the distance and the way the light danced across the dark blue water.
"It's beautiful." I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around me, and they rested beneath my breasts, but something caught my eye and I looked down, there in his hand rested a small black box, with a beautiful ring resting in it,
My heart stopped beating in that moment,
"Dimitri…" I choked.
"Rosemarie Nicole Hathaway." He whispered in my ear, then he turned me around, and I looked at him, my eyes wide as he dropped to his knee, tears filled my eyes.
"Will you give me the honor of being my wife.?" He asked. That was it, the tears slipped over, and I pressed my hand over my mouth. I fell to my knees with him, and shook my head,
"Yes…yes." I whispered, smiling, "Took you long enough, Comrade." He smirked, and I could see the bliss in his eyes as he took my left hand in his.
"Oh my God." I whispered, as he slid the ring onto my ring finger. I was his.
"It's a rose." I whispered. Normally I didn't like gifts from people that resembled my name, but this, this was beautiful in every single way.
"Because you're my beautiful Rose." He said, dangerously close to my face, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. It lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. I almost pouted until I felt his arms slip beneath me, and he picked me up bridal style. I couldn't help but laugh and I rested my head against his chest, docilely.
He carried me back to his car, and sat me on my feet. He opened the car door, but before he could do anything else, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. He smiled down at me as I pulled his head down until his lips met mine. After a second or so, I traced his bottom lip with my tongue, pressing myself to his body, he groaned,
"Roza…" He said huskily, "Not here."
"What is it Comrade? Where's your self-control, now?" I smiled, inches from his lips. He reached forward and pressed his hands to my ribcage and ran his thumbs over my breasts, and I struggled to suppress a moan.
"I don't know Roza; you tell me." He replied, then stepped away.
He opened the car door, and I smiled at him, before getting in.
As we drove down the road, I realized I didn't know where we were going, "Where are we…?" I asked.
He simply smiled, "I'm being kept out of the loop again, aren't I?" I asked.
"Yep."
I sighed, and a few minutes later, I spoke into the silence, "I can't – I can't believe it."
He looked over at me confused, "Can't believe what?"
I smiled down at my lap, actually uncomfortable for once in my life, as I played with the beautiful ring on my left ring finger.
"Rose…" He said,
"I can't believe you want to marry me." I whispered.
"More than anything." He said, "I love you with all my heart, and this makes it that much more true. And now, everyone will know that only I can kiss you, hold you, touch you." I shivered at the last part, and he smiled down at me.
"I love you, you know." I smiled. He reached over and brushed his fingers over my cheek, I took his hand in mine and kissed each of his fingers, before taking the index one into my mouth and sucking lightly. He made a small choking sound and pulled it away as I smiled, deviously as he forced himself to focus on his driving.
He parked in a hotel parking lot, which was also elegant, and helped me out of the car, then I realized,
"I don't have anything with me…" I said,
He pulled out 2 bags, one that happened to be mine. I was confused at first, then…Oh, right.
"Lissa." I said, he nodded.
Then, I saw the lobby.
"Dimitri…" I said, again, worrying about the price.
He gave me a dangerous look, "Don't, Rose." He said warningly, a small smile playing on his lips.
I sighed, and let him lead me to the check in counter and then up to our room. He covered my eyes and opened the door.
"Shit…" I choked. "Whoa…"
It was a beautiful room, with a view of the beautiful city with deep, contrasting colors all around. It was so… us. I walked in a few feet, feeling like if I moved too much, the image would shatter.
I heard the door click behind me, but was still mystified until I felt his hands on my hips as he turned me around,
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"It's amazing, and I'm struggling not to ask about how much it cost." He smiled at me.
"Here, you should have everything you need, you probably want to change." He said and handed me my bag, and touched his forehead to mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, "But whatever you wear, I'm not going to let you wear it for long." He said, and my heart sped up. I think that was the most self-control I'd ever used in my life, and I smiled, trying to ignore the yearning feeling between my legs.
He smiled at me and I figured he could already guess the feeling swirling in my body. I walked into the bathroom, turning and sweeping my eyes over the room once more before going in and shutting the door.
Only for my breath to catch in my throat again, the beauty of this place just didn't end. "Jeezus…" I said, and I could have sworn I heard Dimitri chuckling back in the room. The room was just as gorgeous as the bedroom.
I dropped my bag on the floor, and opened it. I was happy to find that my toiletries bag was on top. I pulled out my face wash wanting to get the make-up off my face. I decided against a shower and just went with washing my face. I left my hair the same, and stripped myself down, then looked in my bag and pulled out the first thing I saw. I had to smile. This would be the thing Lissa would pack me. I pulled on the skimpy white bra and panties then, pulled the small collection of fabric on. It definitely showed a lot of skin.
I looked in the mirror, and thought about how I'd never truly worn lingerie before.

We'll just see how far Dimitri's self-control goes.

I opened the door to the bathroom, and looked out, and around the corner, and saw Dimitri sitting on the couch chair,
"That's a dangerous look." He said.
"Guess what Lissa packed me?" I smiled.
He watched me skeptically, and I stepped out of the bathroom. I got the satisfaction of watching his eyes go wide, and he was just short of his jaw hitting the floor.
"Whataya think, Comrade?" I asked. I watched him struggle for breath a few seconds, and he just shook his head.
"Oh, is it that bad? Maybe, I'll just go change." I said, pretending to sound dejected, and I turned towards the bathroom. I made it about 2 steps before he caught me around the waist, and picked me up off the ground easily. His teeth grazed the skin between my collar bone and neck, and my breath hitched in my throat.
He held me there with one arm around my waist, and his other hand lingered nearly in-between my legs, his thumb rubbing circles in the soft skin.
"Dimitri…" I choked.
"It's only fair." He whispered. I closed my eyes, and tried to maintain control, and nearly almost completely lost it when his fingers slipped between my legs and ghosted over my panties, but I wasn't wet yet. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I couldn't continue holding on much longer though, so I reached down and grabbed his length in my hand, this time he was the one to gasp, and he nearly dropped me to the ground, just barely catching me. I played with him, for a few seconds, beginning to feel him react to my touch.
Then in that moment he pulled away before I could win our little game and shocked me leaving me with no way to prepare myself, which I guess was his goal as he grabbed me roughly around my waist and carried me to the bed. I was even more confused when he bent me over it and pinned my arms behind my back,
He pushed up the lace of the lingerie I was wearing, exposing the small amount of skin it covered.
I squirmed nervously, "Wha-what're you doing?" I whispered.
He pulled down the sheer panties until they dropped to my ankles. And ran his hand over my bottom. My breathing, caught in my throat.
"Have you ever been spanked, Rose?" He asked.
"N-no." I whispered, squirming in his grip.
He swatted me, and I gasped, "None of that." He said sternly.
My breathing came quicker, and there was no keeping myself from becoming wet. He landed stinging, resounding smacks to my exposed bottom. I squirmed in his grip as his hand came down hard and fast, and I was sure my bottom was a bright red by now.
"Ow, Dimitri!" I rasped, the stinging sensation in my bottom left me falling completely over the edge.
"Good." He said, and stopped the smacks. He reached between my thighs, and I squirmed again trying to avoid his fingers. So he stuck his foot in-between my legs and kicked them apart, and ran his fingers over my sex. I fought to catch my breath.
He leaned down over me and whispered in my ear,
"I win."
My breathing was erratic and I didn't try to control it now.
"This time." I whispered back.
He picked me up and threw me on the bed, and slipped my panties off of my legs. He straddled my waist, and kept my wrists pinned off to the side with his legs, he ran his fingers over the edges of the cups of the bra that was built into the outfit, and I closed my eyes, my breathing coming quicker. He bent them back so that they stayed, exposing my breasts to him. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, playing and kneading them in between his fingers, until they were as hard as stone.
"Dimitri!" I whimpered, and he smiled down at me, victoriously, before leaning down to me, and taking my right breast into his mouth. I let out a small cry of ecstasy, and struggled against his grip.
He stopped for a second, "Bad girl." He said huskily, then bit down on my nipple, and I nearly fell apart right there. He had never talked or treated me like this.
"Oh my God, Dimitri, please!" I begged. He seemed happy to have gotten a reaction out of me, and he let my wrists go and sat up. He made eye contact with me, and didn't break it, as his hands slip up over my hips and over my torso taking my nightie with it, before he stripped me completely. I pulled his shirt over his head, running my fingers slowly up his back, and he shivered. I watched his control falter, before he grabbed my wrists in his hands, and pulled them above my head.
"Keep them there." He said, "If you don't…" He smiled dangerously, "I might have to spank you again." My eyes widened, and I nodded in compliance.
God, he had never done this kind of thing to me, and it was exhilarating.
He moved down my body, running his hands over me in the process, and I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths.
Again, he surprised me by grabbing my ankles and forcing them up closer to my body, then he spread my knees,
"Oh God." I whispered closing my eyes and biting my tongue, as he leaned down and my breath caught in my throat and a…different noise escaped my throat as his tongue penetrated me, moving up and down, then I couldn't take it anymore, he caught my hands before they even made it past my shoulders.
"Ah, ah, ah." He said.
A sort of anxiety filled me as he moved till he was sitting on the side of the bed, and he pulled me up, until I was standing in between his knees.
I swallowed nervously, as he took in my body, I fidgeted nervously, and reached my hands behind me, covering my bottom. He didn't say a word, he just took my wrists in his hands and pulled them to my sides,
"Dimitri…" I whispered anxiously.
He smiled up to me,
"You'll be okay." He said softly, as he lead me over his knee. I squirmed over his toned thighs, as he pulled my arms behind me,
"No, don't!" I whispered, he paused,
"I promise, I'll be good! I'll keep them in front of me…"
He seemed to debate it for a few seconds, and let my hands go. I gripped his pant leg, which I was sad he still had on, and buried my face in the fabric.
He ran his hand over my bottom,
"Do you know why I'm about to spank you?" He asked.
I didn't answer, and that earned me a swat, I gasped as the familiar sting filled me.
"Answer me young lady." He ordered. The voice he used as my mentor came out, tinged with a sexier side to it, so I decided to play with him,
"Because I was bad, and moved my hands." I whispered, sounding like a frightened little girl, this time it was him that squirmed beneath me, and I felt his hard on against my side.
"I know what you're doing." He said, and his hand landed hard, causing me to yelp in pain and surprise, and it didn't stop there. His hard hand continued to land the punishing smacks, relentlessly, and I actually had tears running down my cheeks after about 2 and half minutes. I wasn't in real pain, but the sting was enough for me to be uncomfortable and try to avoid his swats. My breathing came in quick labored gasps, as the sting built on my exposed bottom. He aimed especially for my sit spots and the backs of my thighs. By 3 minutes, I gave in,
"Ow, Dimitri…please!" I gasped.
"You should have known better, young lady, I'm going to make sure you don't sit comfortably for awhile." He said,
"Ooow!" I cried, as the swats continued. My bottom was going to be sore tomorrow. I couldn't believe how wet I was, and I was somewhat embarrassed because I was sure my juices were leaking onto his pants. After another minute or so, a small sob broke through my body because of the intense emotions flooding my body, the swats stopped, immediately,
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, his voice actually sounded afraid.
"Not in the way you're thinking." I said, breathlessly.
He ran his hand up and down my bottom, "You're going to be sore for a few days." He said, smugly.
He helped me up then, but instead of standing, I stayed between his legs. HHHe watched me skeptically as I kneeled down in front of him. I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, before pulling them down, requesting him to stand slightly so I could pull them and his underwear off of him. I saw his hands grip the blanket, and I licked his tip.
"Roza." He choked.
"Oh no…where's the self control, now?" I asked, before he could respond, I jumped up and pushed him to the bed. I pressed my mouth to his, my tongue requesting entrance, and he complied quickly. I straddled him, and took control, pressing kisses all over his body. I played with him, and he was breathing hard by the time I was done, then he grabbed my hips, and flipped me over.
"Ow!" I cried, as my sore bottom hit the bed. He smiled above me, and he ran his hardened self over my entrance,
"Dimitri…please…" He watched me, "Please…"
He smiled again, and pressed his lips to mine, before entering me, I sighed in content, then he thrusted in and out quickly. I put my hands on his cheeks,
"God, I love you so much." I whispered.
He changed his angle and thrust further into me, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly,
"Harder, Dimitri, Harder, please!" I gasped out.
"Gladly." He said, smiling. He watched me carefully as he pushed me over the edge, and I came. He gently ran his fingers up and down my body.
"Easy Sweetheart." He said gently. I closed my eyes. I was exhausted, but I was determined and I was going to make him lose it. I used every last bit of strength and pushed up on him, he seemed to know what I wanted and let me push him over until he was lying on his back. I crawled up on him, and took him into me. He closed his eyes and I thrust hard again him, and his eyes opened quickly. Sex between us, especially with me was always sweet and slow, but not tonight. I thrust against him, and he gasped, his breath catching in his throat. I ran my hands all over his body, like I knew he liked.
"Where-where did you learn this?" He gasped.
I could use this to my advantage…making him jealous…
"I've had experience, I know what guys like." I said. His eyes opened and met mine immediately, there was a certain emotion swirling in his eyes I had never seen before. He moved quickly, and before I knew it he was beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist keeping me immobilized from the waist down, I realized right then what was happening,
"No, no ,no!" I cried,
"You are mine young lady." He said, that possessive side of him coming out again, then his hand was crashing down on my already sore bottom.
"Ooow!" I cried. It only last about a minute, before he let go of me. I had a renewed sense of vigor now, and I stood, wiping a few stray tears from my eyes. I forced him down on the bed and again took my position over him. He fit me perfectly and I pushed him to levels I was sure he'd never reached before, and he lay there exhausted afterwards. I lay down beside him, and he positioned us under the covers and reached over, turning the lamp off. He wrapped his arms behind me and it took me mere seconds to fall asleep.

I woke up early, and disentangled myself from Dimitri gently . I snuck to the bathroom quietly, and was happy that I had left my bag in the bathroom the night before. This way, I wouldn't have to rummage through the drawers and risk waking my prince charming up. The shower felt good on my skin, but drying off hurt…quite a bit. My bottom was burning. I sighed, and went to my bag after towel drying my hair. Today I was just going to let it fall in its curly waves down my back. I rummaged through it and again had to laugh at Lissa's choice in clothing. I pulled out another piece and put it on. It wasn't nearly as revealing as my other one, but it was comfortable. I had jeans and shirts…but seeing as I couldn't hardly sit still for me than a few seconds, I wasn't planning on wearing them. I looked in the mirror, satisfied with how I looked.
I walked out the door and nearly walked right into Dimitri. He smiled down at me, another smile lit his face at my outfit,
"You're killing me." He said. I smiled,
"It was Lissa's choice." I laughed.
I went out and turned the T.V on. I couldn't find a comfortable enough position on my bottom so I settled for lying on my stomach.
He walked out about ten minutes later, and looked at me for a few seconds, before walking over to my side. I watched him curiously,
"Are you still sore?" He asked.
I blushed at the question, and hid my face. He laughed,
"Let me see." He said, pulling my skirt up, I reached my hand back and covered my bottom, so he couldn't pull down the black panties. He took my hand in his , and pulled it behind my back, pinning it there,
"Don't be embarrassed." He said, "It's not like I haven't seen you before, especially considering I was the one who spanked you." I blushed again and hid my face, as he pulled down my panties, exposing my reddened bottom.
He massaged it gently, not saying a thing. He just went to his bag and pulled something out. I looked over to him and saw it was a bottle of lotion.
"No…" I whimpered, "It'll hurt."
"I know." He said gently, "But, if you don't, you'll be more sore later."
"I'm okay with that." I said, looking at him.
"But I'm not." He whispered back. I didn't bother arguing with him, I just buried my face in the covers. I heard him put the lotion in his hand and then felt the cooling sensation as he rubbed it over my sore bottom, I whimpered.
He said soothing words to me in Russian and rubbed gentle circles into my back with his hands, then pulled my panties back up carefully.
"Don't touch." He said.
I nodded, and he helped me up, pulling me into his arms,
"I'm sorry." He said gently, sounding guilty, "I shouldn't have spanked you. I should have asked you first."
I backed away, "No." I blushed again, and stepped forward, hiding my face in his chest, "I liked it." I said, but it came out muffled.
"Hmm?" He asked, pulling me away, I could tell he had heard me but he tilted my chin up anyways, and made me look at him,
"Did I just hear Rosemarie Hathaway say she liked it when I spanked her?" He asked. I squirmed under his gaze, and he laughed at my discomfort.
"Your secret's safe with me, young lady." I shivered against him and he held me tighter.
"I love you, my Roza, and I am so unbelievably honored that you will be my wife."
"I am absolutely honored that sometime soon my name will be Rosemarie Nicole Belikov." I whispered. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and pulled me towards the bed, and that day we stayed in bed all day and he simply held me and we watched T.V…and of course, made love…

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Kind of different, I know…but, please, let me know what you guys thought!

-RMNicki

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