Hello and happy new year to all of you beautiful people. I hope y'all had fun and were safe as you rang in 2022 and I wish y'all nothing but happiness and blessings and beautiful things this year. Y'all probably wish I'll get my shit together and give you more chapters of my current stories which, yes, fair enough I promise to try to do. I love each and every single one of you who have been here since the very beginning and those of you who joined me along the way. Thank you so much for sticking with me even when my updates got really inconsistent y'all are the best readers and reviewers anyone could ever ask for.

Anyway, that's enough of my sappiness. I don't own VA and this is rated M for a reason that's also why it's a one-shot and not part of my holiday collection. It is also something y'all should definitely thank let love win aka Moni for because they're the one who asked for smut. And they know that what they want they usually get so yea shout out to you sweetheart I think you're my readers new favorite person.

Baby Its Cold Outside.

"Damn, Dimitri, it's really coming down out there." I said, standing just outside the sliding glass doors that lead onto the glass enclosed balcony of our penthouse suite at the fat, fluffy snowflakes adding themselves to the ones already blanketing the world.

"I know love." He said joining me on the thankfully heated balcony, two steaming mugs of hot cocoa in his hands. "And it really doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon. It might be time we call Lissa and Christian. Again. Let them know we're not going to be able to get back to court tonight." He was right, I realized.

When Lissa and Christian had asked Dimitri and I to leave court for some guardian business smack dab in that time after Christmas and between New Year's Eve, we'd almost refused them. But they'd looked right into our eyes and said they didn't trust anyone else to handle it, so we'd caved. It was only afterward that I realized that Lissa was a little minx who'd had other plans up her sleeve.

Because you see, there was no guardian business to be handled. There was, however, a penthouse suite in one of Pennsylvania's most luxurious hotels, located only a couple hours away from court no less, booked in our names and a note from Lissa telling us that the entire royal council thought we really had left on assignment but that she and Christian thought we deserved a break so they'd given us one, and that they hoped we enjoyed ourselves and had fun. The pre-packed bags Lissa and Sydney had shoved at us when I complained about having to pack contained every racy outfit I owned and ones I had never seen before, so I knew exactly what kind of fun they meant.

So, it was protocol that demanded we checked in everyday to keep the charade that we were off on assignment going for the council, but today was New Year's Eve. Today we actually were supposed to be heading back to court so we could be there for the New Year's Eve ball Lissa and her council were throwing. But when Dimitri and I woke up this morning, snow had already been on the ground.

Then, it had been soft and pretty and I hadn't been able to resist bundling up and running outside like a little kid. I'd dragged Dimitri along with me so we could make snow angels like we had done so long ago in Idaho. That had been hours ago now, and while it still looked pretty and magical out there, it really didn't look like Elsa was anywhere near being done with her fun. Hell, if anything, it was starting to look like someone had pissed her off, and we were all going to pay the price for that because the sky looked like she was going to unleash one hell of a snow storm.

"I think you're right, Comrade." I said smiling as he sat down on the balcony's swing and pulled me onto his lap. He held a mug to my lips and made me take a sip of the hot cocoa which, I instantly realized he'd spiked.

When Lissa had told us to have fun, we'd taken her advice very literally. After all, we did have a private kitchen, a fully stocked bar, and nothing but time on our hands. So, we'd been experimenting, in more ways than one and, oh the things we'd discovered.

"What else is in it this time?" I asked, savoring the sweet combination of the cocoa and Baileys Irish cream, and the smooth coffee flavor of what I knew was Kahlua, but there was a subtle spiciness that hadn't been in the cocoa before that I tasted now.

"Caribbean spiced rum," Dimitri said, flashing me one of those full smiles that made his eyes sparkle. I took another sip and couldn't hold in the groan of pleasure. There was definitely something in the drink, probably the spiced rum, that had a warm tingly feeling settling in my stomach. The more of the cocoa I drank, the more that feeling spread through me, making my body feel liquid and relaxed. But there was also something deliciously sensual about it, something that made me want to have Dimitri's hands, or my own, all over my body.

"Easy," Dimitri said, his voice sounding like an erotic caress. "Slow down. Don't drink so fast." I couldn't help but notice that his accent had gotten thicker, and the way he'd rolled the R when he said drink had me flashing back to some other skills he had with his tongue. As if he could read my mind, his eyes also got darker, and I couldn't help but stare into them as I drained what was left in my mug.

Setting it down on the little table in front of us, I shifted so I was practically straddling Dimitri's lap. Licking my lips, I let my hands trail lazily to my breasts. Dimitri watched me as I cupped them in my hands, letting my thumbs tease my already hard, already sensitive nipples.

"That's not how you play with them sweetheart," Dimitri said. "You have to roll them between your fingers. Pinch them like I do." There was no stopping the moan that came out of my mouth as I did what he said, no way in hell could I stop my back from arching so I could further push my breasts into my own hands and start playing in earnest with them through the lacy baby doll dress I was wearing. I cupped and squeezed, pinching my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, twisting and tugging on them lightly. Dimitri's attention stayed on me the entire time, but I wanted, needed more.

With a frustrated moan, I pulled off the dress and bra, heedless to the cold and snow still falling down around us beyond our protective glass bubble. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I did remember that we were on the twenty-something floor of this building, surrounded only by heated panes of glass which though it kept the cold out, didn't shield us from view.

Maybe that knowledge should have cooled the heat just a little, or at the very least made me want to go inside, seeing as how I was sitting there in just scraps of red lace that were supposed to be panties, but the idea that anyone could look up and see me sent a thrill through me. Suddenly every brush of my fingers over my nipples went straight to my clit and those scraps of lace were soaked as I started to grind on Dimitri's thigh, desperate for some friction as I bent and sucked one of my own nipples into my mouth.

"No baby girl," Dimitri said, gripping my hips and holding me steady, effectively putting an end to my grinding. "I want to watch you play. Give me a show."

He stared into my eyes as he spoke and, in those eyes, I saw the presence of the dom only I knew lived within him, that side who only came out in the bedroom or when we were alone. But being away from court and our duties had changed something, made him more intense somehow.

In this week alone, he had brought me to more screaming, toe-curling, body-shaking, pussy-squirting orgasms than I cared to admit. Also, in this week alone, he'd straddled that line between pain and pleasure more times than I could count and left me sobbing and on the verge of passing out.

And oh, how I both loved and craved that beautiful agony, because this week had also changed something in me as well. I definitely still liked to switch it up, definitely still liked to test his control, but I also discovered that I really liked being a brat and pushing his buttons only to then end up serving him anyway, but it was fun to see how he was going to react. Especially when those reactions resulted in the kind of orgasms previously mentioned.

"Didn't you hear me?" He asked and I nodded. Lifting myself off his lap, I moved the mugs and positioned myself on the table in front of him. Spreading my legs, I started playing with my nipples with one hand and letting the other one trail over my body, down between my legs to rub my clit over the lace of the already drenched panties.

Feeling Dimitri's eyes on me, I really couldn't help the mischievousness I was feeling even if I was really wet and really wanted more by that point. I pulled the panties off and threw them right at him, giggling when he caught them with a growl. Looking up into his eyes, I entered myself with a finger and kept rubbing my clit, a soft moan leaving my lips.

"Good girl," Dimitri said. "Add two more fingers for me. Pound that pretty pussy like I do." Maybe it was the way his eyes were locked onto mine, or maybe it was the command in that accented voice. Whatever it was, I couldn't have denied him even if I had wanted to. Not that I wanted to, because oh God. My body was on fire. I wanted to cum, needed to cum, I was so close, teetering on the edge and- "Stop."

"No, fuck no." I growled out only adding another finger to the mix and fucking myself harder. I was going to cum if it was the last thing I did. Dimitri was not going to stop me. Only, he did. He grabbed my wrist, effectively stilling my hand. "Fuck you." I growled out frustrated and much too riled up for his games.

"What was that?" He asked, picking me up and putting me over his knees. "I don't think I heard you correctly. In fact, I'm sure I didn't hear you correctly. Because that's not how my good girl speaks to me is it? So, what did you just say?"

"I said," Looking right up into his eyes and annunciating my next words slowly as if he didn't speak English. "Fuck. You." That was it. Dimitri's hand came down hard on my ass just like I knew it would.

"You know better than to cuss at me Roza don't you?" He asked his fingers stroking my ass lightly and I bit my lip refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer or to let out the moan that wanted to come from my lips at his ministrations. "I asked you a question love."

"And I don't have to answer it," I said because he was staring into my eyes in that way that meant I was going to get fucked up if I didn't answer him. But that was the wrong thing to say and I knew it. Because you see, the side of Dimitri that was out right now wanted obedience. He wanted the good girl that would do as he asked. But I was on the edge. My clit was throbbing, begging for some attention, attention which he was denying me. So yes, fuck yes, I was going to be a brat, and he was going to fucking deal with it.

"Pick a number for me?" He asked very, very calmly. Much too calmly and I knew that I was in trouble. But did I care? No, not when the look in his eyes sent a shiver through my body because that look promised that I was going to get exactly what I wanted and then some.

"4." I said and Dimitri nodded. Scooping me into his arms as well as carrying our mugs and my clothes, he carried me back inside closing the sliding glass doors behind him. He took me straight to the giant four poster bed that sat in the middle of our room and threw me roughly down onto it grabbing his belt.

"You're going to count for me," he said. "And you know the drill. If you mess up, we're going to start all over." I simply nodded and then the belt was coming down hard on my ass across both cheeks.

"1," I said and bit back my moan of pleasure, but there was nothing I could do about the flow of liquid I felt between my legs. And by the time Dimitri had doled out his 4th stroke, each one harder than the last after the first one, I'd moaned out the word four and my juices were dripping down my thighs.

"Good," Dimitri said looking down at me. "Now tell me why I shouldn't add two more strokes just because you've got a smart mouth and you don't like to do as you're told."

"Because I want to cum," I said damn near moaning out the words, all the bratty attitude I had been giving him before draining out of me now.

"I see," he said. "And do you think you deserve to cum? Because only good girls get what they want. Have you been a good girl?"

"No. But please." I said looking pleadingly up at him. "I can be good just please let me cum."

"I don't think I quite heard you." He said, his fingers playing in the juices that had dripped down my thighs. "What was that?" His fingers on my skin as they drifted lazily up and down my thighs was making me a little lightheaded.

"Please," I gasped out bucking my hips a little, trying to get his fingers where I needed them to be. "Please let me cum. Please make me cum. I'm sorry I'll be good and do as I'm told, just please Dimitri please."

I was so desperate that I was prepared to beg some more. Hell, I was already thinking up creative pleas to get him to give me what I wanted, what my body needed, but when Dimitri's fingers brushed ever so gently, ever so lightly over my pussy lips I forgot every single one. Hell, I forgot everything but his name which came out of my mouth in a desperate moan for more. "Oh god yes, more please Dimitri, please give me more," I gasped out, but I needn't beg anymore.

"Fuck yes." He had flipped me onto my back and had spread my legs, and now his head was buried between them and he was sucking on my clit. It wasn't going to take much to send me over the edge I was already so close, and I knew Dimitri knew it. I could only hope he wouldn't drag it out again to punish me, but this time, he gave me exactly what I wanted.

It only took a few strokes of that expert tongue before I was screaming his name. Gasping and moaning, I clutched his hair, trying to hold him there trying to get him to give me more. And Dimitri read me perfectly, just like he always did. Still sucking on my clit, he added his fingers to the mix, expertly stroking me with them and then entering me with them, thrusting them in and out of me slowly and deeply, curling them around that spot he knew drove me crazy. He drew a scream from my lips and then I was splintering shattering for him and he was feasting on my juices like he'd been starving.

I hadn't even had the time to come down from those two orgasms before Dimitri was entering me. And there was nothing gentle about the way he was thrusting into me either, not that I wanted gentle. He pounded into me, his lips finding home in my neck. And I was done being the sweet submissive girl who begged for more because she was so desperate for release. Now I arched my back and took everything he gave me, but I met him thrust for thrust and for every mark he sucked on my body I gave him one to match in return.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin on skin and our panting breaths and moans mixed in with swearing, Russian words that I didn't have to understand to know were dirty and my screams of Dimitri's name, my please for him to go harder or slow down. Our bodies moved as one, in a dance that only we knew. Every move was raw and full of the kind of carnal passion that turned our blood into fire. This was no gentle love making. No, it was an old fashion, hardcore fast fucking that we both craved. It was the kind of sex that the most explicit kinds of erotica were written for, the kind of sex that people didn't talk about because it was too kinky too wild. It was the kind of furious fucking that left you marked up and bruised, but every bit of it was consensual and you knew when it was over, you'd both take care of each other.

And by the time we collapsed together, sweating, panting, shaking and clinging so tightly to each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other one began, we were no longer in the bed. Instead, we'd practically fucked all over this entire suite and were now back on the balcony where this had all started. "Well shit," I said still a little breathless. "You did it comrade."

"Did what?" He asked smiling softly at me, his eyes still a little bit darker than usual. "Fucked you on every surface of this suite like I said I was going to and then some?

"Mmhmm," I said cuddling deeper into his arms. "And made me lose count of how many orgasms you gave me. And now I'm sore as fuck and wondering if my legs will ever work again."

"Oh, my sweet, beautiful baby girl, you don't have to worry about that," Dimitri said, his hand trailing to my clit where he started rubbing slow, gentle, lazy circles. "I'll run you a bath and carry you around for as long as you want me to." He kissed me then, and as he took his time coaxing my body into another orgasm, one that had me squirting and crying out as stars exploded before my closed eyes, the sounds of fireworks lighting the night sky in celebration of the new year reached us. I was much too tired to open my eyes to see the pretty colors streaking across the sky, but I knew I was beyond blessed to be ringing in another year with this man who was so much more than the love of my life by my side, and eternally grateful to Lissa and Christian for sending us out here on this trip. It was only as sleep started to pull me under at last that I remembered we hadn't actually gotten around to telling them we couldn't make it back tonight.

"Sleep my love," I heard Dimitri say as he picked me up in his arms to carry me back inside. "I'll take care of it. Happy new year, my queen. I love you." I tried to say it back, but I am not sure if the words ever actually made it out of my mouth or not, because there was a soft bed beneath me and Dimitri's arms around me and I could no longer fight against sleep's alure. The last thing I remembered was Dimitri's lips pressing so softly so sweetly to my forehead, and then I knew no more.

Well, now isn't that such a magical way to ring in the new year? Ima be honest guys, I'm a little jealous of Rose in this one. But give me your thoughts don't forget to leave me some reviews! Until next time my lovelies which will hopefully be soon! Reviews equals motivation which equals updates…just saying!

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Roza