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How will the Russian God behave when his Roza fulfils his fantasies?
Fantasies Part II
DIMITRI'S FANTASY WEEK
DPOV
The rest of the week went by without much fuss (both at home & at work), and a part of me wondered if Roza had forgotten all about the fantasies.
We had fallen into a comfortable routine now that we were back at Court permanently. Our primary role (to guard our charges) had not changed, but while Lissa and Christian remained at Court we could divert our attention to other guardian activities like patrolling, admin and training. Our days became busy, which meant we barely had the energy or time to fool around when we got home (most nights) – but I didn't care. I was more than happy to be able to go home at the end of each day, snuggle up to my Roza and fall asleep in her arms.
When I got to Guardian HQ on Monday, to check the schedule for the week, I noticed Roza's late afternoon roster had changed. She was no longer conducting training but instead was working on something called Operation Zevk. Strange, I had never heard Hans or her mention this before. I was curious, but knew better than to seek answers from Hans. I figured Roza would let me know when she was ready – there was rarely an occasion she would take on a covert operation that I was not a part of.
If I didn't know any better, I would have said that Roza was purposefully avoiding me today. She had woken up earlier than me in the morning (which was a big shock, I can tell you), did her training without me, and cancelled our lunch plans (stating something about a last minute errand for the Queen). I think she was nervous I would ask her questions about this new operation she was working on. She never kept any secrets from me, so why start now? What was so bad about this operation that she didn't want to discuss it with me?
By the time I was done for the day, I was exhausted. Not only from all the physical activity but also the emotional turmoil I had felt all day. I was anxious and concerned about Roza – why was she hiding from me?
What was Operation Zevk?
As I walked into our home, wondering where Roza was, I noticed a trail of hay leading towards our bedroom.
What a strange thing to have in the house, I thought, but I followed the golden path. The moment I opened our bedroom door, my mouth fell open.
Before me stood the most beautiful, breath-taking cowgirl I had ever seen. Her curvy, tanned and perfectly toned body was emphasised in the chocolate suede outfit she wore – the mini skirt with a frilly border just barely covered her tight ass, while her top was nothing more than a boob tube of the same material. She had a matching pair of riding gloves and a Stenson on her head, while her dark curls cascaded over her shoulders. The temptress cocked her head to the side while a seductive smile graced her deep, red lips. My eyes hungrily gazed across her body, taking in the last of the accessories – the knee length high heeled boots and the brown leather whip coiled in her right hand. I swallowed hard, rendered speechless by the mere sight of one of my fantasies coming to life.
The spell she held me under broke when she started to saunter over to me, making sure to add an extra sway on her hips as she drew closer. I honestly don't know why I was frozen in my spot. My body screamed at me to grab her, throw her against the door and ravage her senseless, but another part was nervous that this was all an elaborate illusion, one that would disappear the moment I made any movement or tried to touch the beauty before me.
"Howdy Cowboy? I haven't seen you around these parts before. Care to take me for a ride?" she whispered huskily.
She attempted a Southern accent, which well, wasn't that good (but at least she tried!). However I wasn't really paying attention to the accent. No, I was more focused on the words that slipped out from those soft lips that were now close enough for me to reach with my own. Finally regaining control of my limbs I grabbed her tightly and lifted her into my arms. She obliged and wrapped her legs firmly around my waist as I smashed her against the wall, my mouth seeking hers out eagerly.
I pushed her legs down briefly, as I stripped bare in a matter of seconds, all the time keeping my eyes fixed on the sexy vixen that stood between the wall and my chest. She stared back, watching me remove my clothes, biting her bottom lip harder the more clothes I took off – I growled in anticipation, wanting very badly to be the one biting that lip. Now that I was naked it was time to help my cowgirl. I went down on my knees and grabbed her right leg, slowly unzipping her boot, trailing kisses down her skin from her knee to her exposed ankle, before pulling it off completely. I heard the small moan escape her lips and couldn't help but smirk. I had barely started. Giving her right leg one final caress and leaving it on my shoulder, I did the same to her left leg, this time watching her face intensely as I saw her eyes darken with desire and lust. Suddenly my eyes caught the wet darkness before me, and I couldn't help but moan myself – she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath the skirt!
Well that's good – once less item for me to remove, I thought.
I pulled the gloves off next, wanting her hands to be free so her warm, soft caresses could burn my skin. I made sure to kiss each individual finger once they were freed from their confines, though I paid extra attention to each of her index fingers, not only kissing them but taking a long, hard suck and a nibble, causing her to squirm. My smirk only grew – I felt like a kid at Christmas, opening a much anticipated present from Santa.
I stood up and took the whip out of her hand (we didn't need it for now) and pulled the hat off her soft curls, tossing it across the room. Pulling her close to me, and pushing her hair aside, I trailed kisses from her jawline to the base of her neck, enjoying the soft moans and groans that came from her lips. I helped her take the tight material off her breasts and drank in her beauty, letting her intoxicating scent wash over me.
"Dimitri, take me now. Ride me like you have never ridden me before", she pleaded.
I was more than happy to oblige.
Grabbing her tightly by the hips I lifted her, positioning her warm core against my aching tip, while she wound her legs around my waist. I heard her gasp as I slammed her down fast on my hard cock – a deep growl arose from my lips as I felt her wet, tight walls clamp around me. God I wanted this woman so bad! I wanted to fuck her senseless and have her scream my name so loud that they could hear it across the fucking Court (proper behaviour be damned!)
Using my body to anchor her against the wall, I grabbed her wrists hard (knowing she liked it rough) and held them above her head with one hand, while the other went back to gripping her hip.
She was my other half, the piece that completed me and made me feel whole. My life had meaning because of her and my soul only felt alive when I held her in my arms – whether it was in an embrace or deeply connected like this. Lust soon took over my thoughts and actions, and before long we were panting, moaning and groaning as I rode this angel hard. I made each thrust hard and fast, making sure I could last long enough to get her to experience her orgasm before allowing myself to embrace mine. I vaguely heard her scream my name as she climaxed, and while she shuddered on the aftershocks of her orgasms I grabbed her ass tightly and allowed myself to let go, screaming her name just as she had done mine.
"ROZA!"
RPOV
I didn't think it was possible but I was sore.
Sore in a good way.
A small smile crept on to my face as I thought back to last night's activities and how adventurous Dimitri was when we fulfilled one of his sexual fantasies. I couldn't wait to carry out the others, secretly hoping that by the end of the week I would be unable to walk. My smile transformed into an outright grin at the thought. Lissa questioningly raised an eyebrow, which made my guardian mask slip back into place.
We were in the middle of a meeting with some of the Council members, so any questions she had would be kept for later. I took the opportunity to plan out what I was going to do tonight, this time I kept the smile hidden behind the mask.
Just like yesterday, I had to make sure I was home in time to prepare for the night before Dimitri finished work. Unfortunately, I had to tell him what Operation Zevk was, because (1) he asked and (2) it wouldn't have taken him long to figure out. It was something Lissa and I had come up with so that I could get home early to organise the various fantasies I would play out this week. Hans had been told it was something top secret between Lissa and me and since it was a royal order he didn't question it. Dimitri chastised me for lying to the Head Guardian, but I could tell he was secretly impressed (and touched) I had gone through so much trouble to do this for him. Of course, he became quite embarrassed when he realised that Lissa had to be aware of the real reason behind Operation Zevk and was glad he would have limited one-on-one time with the Queen this week. The only downside to him knowing about Operation Zevk was that we had lost the element of surprise – Dimitri pretty much knew that every night this week he was getting lucky! But at least he didn't know which fantasy was going to be played out on which day (well, at least until the last day), so that meant I still had some control.
I quickly stripped and jumped in the shower, washing off the sweat and grime of the day. Quickly drying myself, I found my sexiest black lingerie – a lacy bra and thong piece – and added some light make-up. I had to borrow a red scarf from Lissa (Guardians don't need such useless accessories) which would work as the blindfold for the night and I took out the standard guardian issue handcuffs (the same ones I had used to punish Dimitri post-bachelor party weekend). I wrote a small note and left it on the coffee table, knowing Dimitri would see it the moment he walked through the door.
Comrade
Tonight, you're in charge and I am at your mercy.
Love,
Your Roza
A small part of me worried that this fantasy might make Dimitri think about his days as Strigoi (when I was his prisoner) but I pushed the thought out of my mind. This was different, because (1) this was one of his fantasies, (2) not once was I handcuffed or blindfolded when I was his prisoner. But still I couldn't help but be anxious on how tonight would play out.
I pulled on my six inch fuck me heels, climbed on to the bed, tied the blindfold and waited for my husband to come home. Fifteen minutes later I heard the front door open and close. I quickly clicked the handcuffs into place and laid down, placing my arms above my head and tried to position myself in a sexy pose on the bed. I had just finished adjusting myself when I heard the bedroom door burst open. I tried to repress the grin when I heard the sharp intake of breath that came from my Russian God.
"Fuck Roza..."
His accent was thick and husky, and I didn't need my eyes to know he was already ready and eager for me. I squirmed on the bed slightly, moaning and biting my lips – I would be lying if I didn't say I wanted him just as badly, I was already super wet and was regretting wearing the thong – maybe I should have gone for crotch less panties.
I heard the duster fall to the floor and his belt followed soon after. Few agonising minutes later I felt the bed dip as Dimitri's body edged over me. I arched up, wanting him to touch me, but he hovered while making sure not a single point of our bodies touched – the only sensation we felt was the radiating heat. Of course he forgot to compensate for his erection, which brushed against my stomach as he moved up, causing us both to moan.
I sensed him finally pinning me down, allowing some of his weight to rest against my body, my chest pressed against his, his cock twitched restlessly against my stomach. I bit my lip again, wondering what he was doing – was he studying my face? Planning his next move? Trying to control his emotions? All of the above? My teeth dug in deeper on my bottom lip as I tried to reign in my own emotions. I suddenly felt his hand grab my chin, roughly pulling me towards me.
"No, you don't get to bite that lip. It's mine! To bite (he bit it), suck (he took the whole bottom lip and sucked) and lick (his warm tongue traced my lips, both bottom and top)…"
I shuddered under his ministrations – not only because of what he was doing, but also because his commanding voice was driving me crazy. Dimitri had always considered me an equal and, though there were times when we fought for dominance (both inside and outside the bedroom), he rarely exercised command over me in such a dominating manner (well apart from his Strigoi days). I would never fully admit it to him, but it was sexy as hell to experience this side of him.
His lips trailed down my jaw and made their way to my neck, as one of his hands caressed my handcuffed hands, moving down slowly along my arm, shoulder, brushing teasingly against the side of my breast, and carried on towards my stomach and hips. My back arched into him, begging him to keep going – I wanted those magical fingers to move lower, towards the promised land.
As he moved his lips closer to my breast (which were annoyingly still in my bra), he finally consented to move his hand to my thong. He traced the lace and gradually pushed the small material aside to let a finger slip in. A loud gasp escaped my lips – I didn't realise how torturous this fantasy would be for me.
My squirming increased, as Dimitri picked up the speed with his fingers, while he grabbed one of my nipples through the bra and sucked hard.
"Please Dimitri…" I couldn't help but beg, licking my lips to wet them – my panting was drying them up.
He moved back to kiss me and gave a small nip on my jaw and… I was gone, as I felt the orgasm crash through me, taking my breath away – I hadn't realised how close I had been. But I was not done, I wanted more and I was sure Dimitri was only getting started. I felt his hot breath against my ear, as he nibbled the soft spot just behind it.
"What do you want Roza? Tell me…"
I opened my mouth to answer but instead a loud gasp escaped me when I felt him rip my thong off, followed closely by my bra – I really shouldn't be surprised, he was a God after all, and these small pieces of material had no chance under those strong, lethal hands. I was so lost in the sensation of being completely naked and having every part of me now touching him that I had forgotten to answer his request.
"Tell me!", he demanded louder, taking the same hand he had used to rid me of my clothes to grab my hair and pull me closer, adding just that little bit of extra force to his command.
God he was driving me insane!
"I want you to fuck me Comrade, fuck me so hard that I can't remember my name!"
I don't know how I answered him, I was so breathless and hazy, swimming in an overflowing pool of desire and lust.
His only response was an animalistic growl (which made me even hornier) and suddenly I felt him thrusting into me, causing something between a gasp and moan to issue from my lips. And then he was pounding into me – rough, hard strokes, bringing us closer and closer to the edge of the orgasm cliff – the room filled with loud pants and groans, and the sexy sound of wet skin slapping hard against each other. When we achieved our release, we didn't scream, we couldn't. We had both inhaled sharply at the same time and had momentarily lost the ability to exhale, riding out the waves of pleasure as they coursed through our bodies.
Finally remembering how to breathe, we took a quick break. Dimitri collapsed next to me, distributing the bulk of his weight on the bed, but still draped over me.
"Oh God, Dimitri..."
He didn't let me finish my sentence. He pulled himself up and kissed me deeply (how on earth had he recovered so quickly I don't know), but the next words he whispered pulled me back from my pleasure-filled haze, preparing me for the next round.
"Roza, I've only just begun…"
DPOV
I had never considered myself to be one of those sexually active kind of guys. Sure I had slept with a few girls before I took up my post at St Vlads, but even in my early days, my sex life was more or less controlled – I think I never really experienced what it meant to be a horny teenager. Then Roza came into my life and just like that I was no longer a respectable, grown-up guardian, no, I was a horny, lustful teenage boy. And it seemed that the 'boy' was just as much part of my personality as my lethal, stoic 'guardian' side. Only one person bought him out to play, and that was my Roza.
Ever since we got together (officially) five years ago, our sex life has been a non-stop roller-coaster of fun. Sure, life and reality have gotten in the way many times, and we would go through periods like any other couple where sometimes we would make love every single night and other times we would go months without. So I can honestly say I was more than satisfied with our sex life, but boy, was I missing out.
I had been very reluctant to reveal my fantasies to Roza because I was embarrassed. It seemed strange to me now and I couldn't understand why I had been so hesitant to reveal this to her. She knows all of my other secrets and accepted me, so why had I been so reluctant to tell her this? I am glad she got me to reveal them, because the last two days have been unbelievably, over the fuckin' moon AMAZING!
There was something even more sensual about our sessions and maybe it had to do with the fact that my deepest desires were coming to life (and believe me, my imagination had not done any justice to what the real thing was like). I knew I had three more fantasies to go and just thinking about them was making me hard. I honestly don't know where this crazy stamina was coming from, but it was like the 'horny boy' within me was living off energy drinks or something – I was unstoppable!
I tried hard to focus on my patrolling and was secretly glad I was doing this by myself because of the slight bulge that had formed in my pants from the thoughts I was having. I couldn't help but wonder what was in store for me tonight and licked my lips in greedy anticipation. I kept looking at my watch – damn, this shift was going by slowly!
When I had five minutes left on my shift I felt my phone go-off. I pulled it out and saw a text message from Roza.
Meet me in the small gym that's in the east end of Court – wear your training gear xoxo
I couldn't help the sly grin that appeared on my face – so we were going to play out my gym fantasy tonight and in a gym that was rarely used by Moroi or lower ranking guardians. I adjusted the hardening bulge in my pants, messaged the guardian who was taking over that I was done for the day and started running towards our home to change – I am sure Hans wouldn't mind me clocking off a few minutes early today.
I had done a few stretches at home while I got ready and took the opportunity to warm up by jogging to the designated gym. It was one of the older ones at Court and was now mostly used by high ranking guardians for training, specifically sparring, as there weren't many machines and those that were there, were out-dated. Because it was a gym setup primarily for sparring, it had five smaller rooms in the back of the main gym area (which was small and housed the few machines the gym had to offer).
As I made my way to the gym, I kept an eye out for any unwelcome guests. It seemed like Roza and I would have the gym to ourselves tonight and with what I wanted to do, it was a good thing we wouldn't be interrupted. I silently entered the gym and felt my breath get stuck in my throat.
Roza always had perfect form when she trained – she knew just how to turn her body into a deadly weapon. Her back was facing me as she warmed up, punching and kicking the heavy leather bag. I could hear workout music playing in the background and noticed that each of her punches and kicks were perfectly timed to the beat of the current song. Her body was already glistening, as I took in the tight sports bra and training shorts she was wearing. She had her hair tied in a tight bun on her head, so her beautiful hair wouldn't get in the way.
I cleared my throat to get her attention, and couldn't help but smirk at her startled expression.
"Damn Comrade! You scared the crap out of me!"
I shook my head the same way I used to when I was her mentor as I made my way over to her.
"Roza, you really need to pay attention to your surroundings. A good guardian is always aware of what's happening around them. That way they are never surprised when danger strikes".
She rolled her eyes at my Zen-like lesson, but soon gave me a seductive smile when her eyes fell on my pants – my secret was out.
"Looks like you need some pointers on self-control Comrade. Did you seriously run across the Court with a hard-on?"
I couldn't help but blush and adjusted myself for the hundredth time, which made her grin wider and me blush deeper. I tried to change the subject, to distract her and my raging libido.
"I thought you wanted to train with me tonight? Or are we going to be exchanging life lessons?"
Her expression changed and she took on her deadly guardian pose, now in battle mode. She didn't realise this, but seeing her like this only made me hornier. There were two sides to my Roza – there was the soft, compassionate, warm caring woman, who was fiercely loyal and deeply loved her family and friends; then there was the lethal, charismatic, deadly guardian, who loved taking risks and was sometimes reckless beyond measure. Both were as much a part of Roza as her beautiful hair and curves, and were one of the many reasons why I loved this woman.
We started circling around one another, waiting to see who would strike first. Roza had definitely gotten better as far as patience goes, because normally she would be the first one to strike. Whether it was the fact that she knew my moves or because she was in a teasing mood, she waited and took her time to just study me as we continued to circle one another.
Normally I had great self-control, but I was getting frustrated (sexually) and it was difficult to concentrate with a hard cock twitching eagerly in my pants, so I made the rookie mistake of attacking first. I lunged for her and she blocked me with ease, even when I tried to use the momentum to turn around fast and kick her off her feet. She just jumped away and swung at me, but I blocked her and tried to grab her wrists, in the hopes to pull her towards me – God I wanted to touch her so bad!
She had the audacity to laugh before slamming into me, and knocked me off balance enough to free her hands and carried out the same kick move to get me off my feet. I allowed her this so that we could fall and have her pin me. But before she could claim victory I quickly rolled us over so I was on top. She was smart and knowing this was what I was aiming for, she wrapped her legs tighter against my lower body and used my momentum to roll us again, practically off the mat, so she could be on top. Pinning me down with her hard body, we fumbled around with our arms and hands, each trying to subdue the other, breathless and sweaty from the intense work-out.
My dick couldn't take it anymore, especially with her being so close and pressed hard against it. It twitched in greeting against her, causing her to freeze and I could see in her eyes that she suddenly realised what kind of position we were in and why we were sparring in the first place.
Time stood still as our gazes locked and the battle lust was taken over by another kind of lust, one that made us hungry for one another. Just as I twisted her left arm behind, to bring her closer to me, she pinned my left arm above my head and in a single breath our lips claimed one another in a deep, intense, fiery kiss. Our hips rubbed against the other and small moans emitted from our mouths, as we felt our heartbeats slamming against our chests.
After drowning in the intense tongue battle that raged in our mouths we pulled away to catch our breaths, which gave me time to sit-up and adjust her so she was straddling me. My hands now free, I gripped her hips tightly and pulled her closer, while she tugged at my lose hair to get my attention. Her scent was driving me wild, she was mine, all mine and I wanted to devour every bit of her!
I was about to pull her sports bra off (wanting, no, needing to feel her soft breasts in my hands and lips) when we suddenly heard voices and laughter outside the gym. Just before the doors opened we bolted to one of the training rooms in the back, praying that the intruders weren't planning on using the one we had commandeered.
We watched in horror as Janine and Hans came in, clearly in training mode as they were wearing their workout gear. I was glad we had the foresight to place our bags out of sight and was surprised that neither guardian had questioned why the lights were already on in the gym. My heart was pounding in my chest from the boost of adrenaline that had surged through me out of fear of getting caught, and damn it, it only seemed to heighten my arousal. I could see the same desire mirror back to me in Roza's eyes, as she turned to me, still breathless but with a devilish grin.
"Shall we continue Comrade?" she whispered, biting her lips eagerly.
In our rush to get into the room we had forgotten to turn on the lights, but it didn't matter because the light coming from the main floor was enough to illuminate the room and my Dhampir eyesight was more than enough to see the hunger that resided deep in Roza's eyes. And even though I wanted to sate my own growing desire, I couldn't help but be distracted with the fact that her mum and the Head Guardian were right outside.
She understood my hesitation, but wouldn't have any of it. Grabbing me hard, she pushed me against the door, making me flinch at the small resounding thud. She planted herself perfectly against my body and started rubbing herself against me, causing me to moan. Damn it, a guy could only handle so much torture!
I forgot my inhibitions in that moment (well not completely, I knew we couldn't be too loud) and grabbed her by her hair and kissed her hard, eliciting a small moan from her. It didn't take us long to remove our clothes and I picked her up, and lightly slammed her against the side wall, the momentum helping me to enter her hard and fast. Her gasp was muffled against my shoulder, as she bit me to keep from getting louder. I didn't waste time, I had grown impatient from our sparring foreplay – I had to have her now!
Locking lips again, with one hand steadying us against the wall, while the other played with her breast, I ploughed into her, fast and hard, enjoying the way her hips matched the intensity and speed of my own thrusts. Our cries of pleasure were lost against the other's mouth, but we knew exactly when we climaxed together – not only by what happened below but by the way our heartbeats suddenly skipped a beat and our breaths caught in our throat.
Waiting for our heart rates to slow down and our breathing return to normal, we rested against each other, basking in the afterglow of pleasure. Gently detaching myself, I helped Roza down and was greeted by one of her beautiful blushes, as she suddenly shied away from my intense gaze. We walked back to the door to take a quick peek on our intruders. Annoyingly they were still there and there was no way we could leave the gym without being noticed. Suddenly I felt a cold space from where Roza had been standing a few seconds ago. Turning around I found her lying on a mat that was already on the floor, her body arched in a tantalising pose, as she beckoned me seductively with her index finger.
Feeling myself come to attention again for another round, I stalked over to her, letting a small growl escape my lips.
"Seeing as how we can't leave the gym just yet, how about you teach me some more moves, huh Comrade?", she whispered huskily, as I positioned myself over her.
"Why Roza, it would be my absolute pleasure…"
RPOV
Oh my God! I can't believe we were nearly caught by my mum and Hans last night.
It was both thrilling and scary to think just how lucky we were that we hadn't been discovered, and I shudder to think what would have happened if we had. Let's just say we had to 'keep ourselves busy' while they were at the gym, so we made use of our time in the room, fucking against the wall, mat, work-out bench and even daring to do it against the door, while I kept a sly look-out through the door window (incase we needed to take cover).
Even though it was one of Dimitri's fantasies, it felt very close to some of my own and I took double pleasure in the experience. I couldn't wait for when it was my turn to experience my fantasies.
As I picked up our mail at the end of my shift, I became super excited. The package was from Vika (which I thought was going to arrive tomorrow). I had asked her to send me her old St Basil's uniform (stating something along the lines of nostalgia for Dimitri – I couldn't exactly tell his sister it was for something sexual). I was just itching to open the package but decided to wait until I got home.
I kept my resolve until I had showered and eaten a snack (I had missed out on lunch due to a stupid Council session that had run over time, which had made me late for my combat training class with the new guardian recruits). Sitting in my towel I opened the package eagerly, hoping that Vika's uniform would fit me (I vaguely remembered her clothes fitting me when I had visited them that first time in Baia – though some of her stuff was tighter and shorter on me).
I wasn't disappointed.
She had packed me everything, including the school supplied knee length socks. The uniform was a mix of dark green and dark grey – the skirt was a checked, pleated style, which I knew would definitely be above the designated knee length due to my height. She had even sent me the school blazer and white shirt – both with the school emblem on the left breast. Tonight I was only going to wear the shirt (the less clothes the better). She had sent the tie and I contemplated using it in tonight's activities in some manner. Maybe this time I would tie Dimitri up instead.
With everything laid before me, I went and grabbed my white lace bra (I was planning on not wearing any underwear) and my black pumps. I pulled the skirt on and zipped it up. Apparently I had more defined hips than Vika, because the zip was straining to hold. The shirt was already bursting at the seams, so I left the top two buttons undone – both to reveal the lacy bra and to keep the shirt from ripping apart. I brushed my hair and pulled it into pigtails (hey if I was doing the whole school girl thing, I was going to do it right). Pulling on the socks up to my knees I quickly checked the time – T-minus 5 minutes before Dimitri got home.
I giggled in glee.
I had bought a large wooden ruler (immensely glad they still sold such archaic school supplies at Court) and a lollipop to complete the outfit. I had just enough time to hide the tie under my pillow, and sit on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed before I heard the front door open and slam shut – looks like my man was just as eager to see me as I was for him.
I sucked on the strawberry flavoured lollipop in anticipation, imagining it was something else (something much harder and soft to touch) when the bedroom door burst open. I took great satisfaction as I watched Dimitri's eyes almost fall out of their sockets as his gaze consumed every inch of me.
"See something you like?"
I couldn't help it and saw him swallow hard as he took a tentative step closer to me. I licked my lips and smiled when I saw his hard bulge twitch at the motion. I slowly got up and sauntered over to him, stopping close enough to breathe in his aftershave but not close enough for our bodies to touch – just yet. I sucked hard on the lollipop and my smile turned into a devilish grin when I heard him sharply inhale.
"I've been a very bad girl Guardian Belikov – are you going to punish me?" I asked him in my most seductive voice while feigning innocence. I let my eyes wash over his hard body that was clearly screaming for me. I pulled out the ruler I had hidden behind me and gently smacked it against my thigh, moaning at the sensation against my already sensitive skin. Dimitri's hands twitched and he gulped hard as his eyes lingered on the thigh I had just spanked.
"So, Guardian Belikov, are you up to the task? Are you gonna spank me good?"
Finally my horny boy came out to play, as Dimitri lunged at me, one hand grabbing the ruler out of my hand, while the other grabbed me to pull us closer. The action made me lose my breath and I gasped as our lips collided.
Moaning and gasping we made our way to the bed, while I helped Dimitri shed his clothes. I didn't touch a single piece of my clothing, knowing he would prefer to undress me himself. Laying me down gently on the bed, he kept kissing me deeply.
He licked my lips and his own, tasting the strawberry. I had quickly crushed the candy in my mouth so I could take in his lips and was glad I had, because the added flavour dominated my mouth and lips, making me taste extra sweet.
Pulling up he studied me intensely, like he was memorising every aspect of my face and body. I bit my lip and blushed shyly, wondering what he was seeing as he took me in. His gentle fingers stroked my cheeks, tracing the blush. Those same fingers carried on their exploration and traced my jawline, making me shiver, as they ventured further south, until they were hovering by the buttons that needed undoing. His index finger teased my cleavage that was already exposed from having the top two buttons undone, making my back arch into him, begging for more than the teasing touch.
With one swift move he ripped the shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere (I hoped Vika would never ask for me to return the uniform – I couldn't sew for shit!) and pushed the shirt open, revealing the white lacy bra in all its glory. He growled hungrily and didn't even bother removing it before his mouth took in one of my hard peaks in his wet, warm mouth. I squirmed underneath him, feeling wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, my thighs rubbing together as the wetness pooled in my impatient core. The hand that had freed my breasts decided to resume their ministrations and carried on south, until they reached the hem of the skirt. His fingers caressed my inner thigh and travelled up and under the skirt, seeking out the throbbing heat between my legs.
He suddenly pulled away in surprise when he realised there was no barrier between his fingers and my core. I gave him a seductive smile and got one in return, as he launched himself on my lips again at the same time his fingers entered me. Oh God! I almost came with that initial thrust, but this was only the beginning. Dimitri worked his magic, while the flutters in my stomach grew and I felt my coiled abdomen tighten. Then everything went black for a second as an intense orgasm suddenly ripped through me.
Surely I wouldn't be able to come again any time soon after that Earth-shattering orgasm?
Boy was I glad to be wrong.
Dimitri replaced his fingers with his throbbing manhood, this time going for slow, deep thrusts (instead of the hard, fast ones we had been doing the last couple of days). Our eyes held one another, watching as the desire and lust grew into something animalistic. I knew that after this session of love making we would be ravaging each other like animals in heat (and I couldn't wait!)
We held each other tightly as we climaxed together, our screams perfectly in sync (like everything else we did). Dimitri rolled onto the side, pulling me against his chest while we caught our breath. I took the opportunity to distract him by relentlessly coating his face and neck in kisses, while I pulled his hands up and held them together with one of my own. I reached under the pillow with my other hand and grabbed the tie. Dimitri's eyes flew open the moment the silk tie touched his wrists, but he knew better than to fight it. Satisfied that the knots would hold, I pulled up and straddled him. I took off my shirt and bra, and twirled one of my pigtails, all the while watching him take it all in. I grabbed the forgotten ruler that was nearby and using the tip, stroked it agonisingly down the centre of my chest before leaning in to whisper.
"Tell me how much you want this body Guardian Belikov"
I saw him close his eyes tightly, trying to form a coherent sentence.
"Roza, I want you so much that it hurts. If you keep teasing me like you currently are, I really will go insane. Please Roza, please let me have you. All of you..."
I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach – God I loved this man so much! How could I possibly deny him anything?
"Oh Guardian Belikov, I'm yours. Now and forever".
And with that declaration, our bodies crashed into each other.
DPOV
Today was the last day of Operation Zevk and I knew which fantasy was going to happen tonight, so had to make sure I left early from my last shift (after all I was supposed to be dressing up for this role play too).
This week had been one of the best weeks of my life. I didn't know it could be possible, but my love for Roza had grown to a whole new level – don't get me wrong I would love my wife regardless of how our sex life was, but the fact that she had put so much thought and effort to fulfil my desires, well what could I say, I really am the luckiest man in this world!
I was determined to fulfil Roza's fantasies in return, even though I was scared as hell about going through with them. Being the private person that I normally am and preferring to keep my sexual endeavours behind closed doors, the fact that all of Roza's sexual desires required us to do the deed in public places (where we risked the chance of getting caught), well it would make any experienced guardian shake in trepidation.
But this was something to worry about next week, when it would be my turn to rock Roza's world. In the meantime I just had to get through today.
I think Christian picked up on my anxiety and impatience (I wouldn't be surprised if Lissa had told him about Operation Zevk) and so wasn't surprised when he allowed me to leave 20 minutes early. Running faster than I have ever run, I sprinted across the training grounds (where I had been with Christian helping him with one of his Moroi training sessions) towards our house, wondering if Roza was already home and waiting for me.
Just thinking about the possibilities and what was to come made me hard and I prayed no one would stop me before I got home.
Unfortunately, fate wasn't on my side and I almost barrelled into Hans in my haste. Normally I'd be very polite and respectful towards the Head Guardian, but today, with my low patience and throbbing arousal, I couldn't think clearly and I barely listened to whatever he had said. Mumbling agreement and giving a quick nod, I continued my run back home, praying in the back of my mind I hadn't just agreed to do something for him that I would regret later.
I almost broke the door off its hinges with the force I used to burst it open in my excited haste. Candles were everywhere, creating a romantic ambiance. A large shopping bag sat on the coffee table with a little note next to it.
Take a shower Comrade and put these on – don't forget to wear your duster!
Love,
Your Roza
PS. There is a little surprise waiting for you in the bathroom
I grabbed the bag, not even bothering to look at the contents, and dashed for the bathroom. I saw what my 'surprise' was the moment I closed the door. I black Stenson was hanging off one of the hooks on the door, the final piece of my ensemble. Giddy with excitement, I stripped quickly, mindful of my painful erection that was begging for release and jumped in the shower. Quickly washing myself (and ensuring I didn't handle myself too much) I rushed out and started to get dressed, realising that Roza had failed to supply me with any underwear (unless that was deliberate). She really had gotten me a full cowboy outfit, and not one of those cheesy, over-the-top Halloween ones, but the realistic kind that you would see on John Wayne in one of his Westerns. My heart was beating hard in my chest and I almost overlooked the shoe box in the bottom of the bag.
My eyes stared in wonder when I opened the lid – black leather boots with actual silver spurs! I finally owned my very own pair of cowboy boots! I felt like a kid who had his birthday and Christmas all on the one day. And I hadn't even seen Roza yet.
Fully dressed I took a quick peek in the mirror and gasped. I had been wearing my black duster today and now in my role play get-up I really did look like a genuine cowboy. A devilishly handsome, rebellious cowboy, who didn't follow the rules but was a hero nonetheless. With a sly grin on my lips, I ventured out to find my damsel in distress.
She was waiting for me patiently in our bedroom, sitting in the armchair with her arms casually laid back. She looked ravishing, dressed in a tight red corset which had black lacing that covered the bodice and edged out into a loose mini shirt. Even with the intricate detail I could see she was not wearing any panties and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. Her eyes roamed over my body as she slowly stood up. She looked like one of those sexy salon girls, with her smoky make-up and wild hair. She reached out with both of her hands, splaying her fingers across my chest – I noticed she was wearing black fingerless lace gloves.
"God you look sexy…" she whispered as her eyes darkened with desire.
I couldn't help but give her one of my killer smirks.
"What seems to be the trouble ma'am?" I asked her, tipping my hat in greeting.
She replied with a seductive smile of her own and leant in closer, our lips barely brushing each other.
"Why good sir, I seem to be experiencing some issue with breathing. I think I will need your help getting this outfit off me".
She licked her red, luscious lips and all semblance of control disappeared.
I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her close to my body, before smashing my lips on hers, tasting a hint of her favourite strawberry lip-gloss over the red lipstick. She flicked the hat away from me and pushed the duster off in one smooth motion, while I continued to devour her lips, jaw and neck. A moan escaped her lips, as I pulled a glove off, paying attention to her fingers and hand, kissing and nibbling before trailing more kisses up her arm, and repeating the process with the other hand and arm. I felt her knees going weak, her body writhing in a haze of pleasure, so I picked her up bridal style and carried her to our bed.
She quickly unbuttoned my shirt, while I tried to figure out the various bows and strings that held the damn corset together. I was close to grabbing a knife and cutting it open, but one look from Roza and I knew that wasn't an option. Sighing in frustration, I was almost willing to face her wrath by ripping the corset off her with my bare hands, when I found the hidden zipper on the side. A look of shock crossed my face when I noted the satisfied smirk on Roza's – she knew all along about the damn zipper but had chosen instead to torture me.
Growling impatiently, I got the outfit off her (glad the skirt was attached) and then she was naked, laying there before me in all her splendour. She had pulled me pants down but they got stuck near my boots, which made me realise just how impractical the shoes were (especially when you are in a hurry). I had to sit up to take them off, mindful of the spurs. Roza took the opportunity to distract me, sitting up and laying gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder blades, making me groan in pleasure. Once the boots and pants were off, I swung around and pinned her back on the bed, moving so fast I knocked the breath out of her.
"Excited much?" she teased, as she went back to my lips, nibbling and teasing my bottom lip, as our hands wandered over each other's bodies. Finally leaving the sanctity of her delicious lips I let mine follow the same route as my hands had, going lower until they made their way to her breasts, which were heaving due to her breathlessness. I took one of her hard nipples in my mouth while the other was worshiped by my hand. She moaned loudly, thrusting her hips against me, her wet core rubbing against my thigh, while my cock grazed her side.
She felt amazing! So warm and soft, like a gentle summer breeze.
I wanted more, my hunger building to epic proportions. I had to have her now, the love making could wait. Knowing she was ready for me, I positioned myself near her wet entrance and entered quickly and deeply, watching with glee as her back arched and her head fell back in pleasure. I pounded into her, chanting her name over and over again. And just when I felt her almost close to her orgasm, I pulled out and threw her over so she was on her stomach. She let out a frustrated growl, annoyed that I had stopped when she had been so close.
I couldn't help but chuckle, as I helped her into a position where she was on her hands and knees. Spanking her lightly, I leant forward and whispered huskily.
"Patience my Roza, I am not done with you yet..."
And before she could say anything I plunged back into her, making her buck and gasp loudly. Now in the perfect position to ride her hard and fast, I allowed my animalistic hunger to take over and grabbing her hips tightly, I rode her like I had never done before. I was surprised I lasted as long as I had (considering the eagerness of my arousal) but I was glad because when she came, she bucked so hard she almost launched off me and screamed my name louder then she had ever done – I really wouldn't be surprised if Hans had heard it all the way at HQ. Her reaction pushed me over my own edge, and now completely spent we collapsed into a tangle of limbs on the bed, gasping and panting for air.
"That…that…"
My poor Roza, for the first time in her life she was lost for words (or at least struggled to put a sentence together). Smiling against her shoulder I took a much needed deep breath to finish her thought.
"..Was amazing"
It didn't take us long to recover but before I could regain my lead, Roza took over, rolling me back and straddling me. Leaning in to capture my lips in a deep, passionate kiss she got into position, taking my already hard cock into her wet, tight pussy. I groaned in pleasure, feeling her walls tighten against me.
She rocked back and forth, giving me a delectable view of her plump, full breasts, which I grabbed feverishly. Laughing at my zeal, she started a slow, teasing pace, which she gradually increased to a crazy, hard motion, to the point where the headboard was banging loudly against the wall and the bed creaked dangerously like it would fall apart.
"Oh Dimitri…" she gasped and panted, caressing and stroking her breasts now that my hands had moved to her hips, holding her in place. I could tell we were both close, but I wanted my Roza to feel her high multiple times.
I moved my hand towards her core, letting my thumb rub circles around her clit. Her pace increased and I was worried my dick would get pulled off – the pain and pleasure rocking through my body in a strange way. When our orgasms finally came, our bodies shuddered and jerked beyond control – the final thing to leave our lips was a scream of the other's name.
She collapsed onto me and I pulled her in for a cuddle, leaving us still connected, while I rolled us onto our sides. When I caught my breath, I kissed her temple and whispered in her ear.
"Thank you, moya lyubov'. This has been one of the best weeks of my life. I am so lucky to have you as my wife. You have no idea how happy you make me..."
I felt her giggle against my chest and the sudden heat indicated she was blushing from my comment. She looked up seductively through her lashes.
"Comrade, the week maybe over, but we still have the rest of our lives. Believe me, there will be more weeks like this in the near future. You know, I am already working towards my next challenge..."
I pushed some hair away from her face, laughing at her excitement.
"And what's that, my Roza?"
A devilish grin spread across her face as she leant close to my ear and whispered.
"I still need to find a way to ride and work you so hard, you lose all feelings in your legs and have to finally take a sick day from work".
A growl escaped my lips and I felt myself harden just at the thought. I interrupted her giggles with my lips, pinning her down and pressing my body hard against hers. Well if she was so adamant about making me unable to walk, it was only fair that I returned the favour and I was ready to use the whole night to achieve my goal.
Zevk = Turkish for pleasure (at least that's what Google translator said)
Moya lyubov' = Russian for my love (at least that's what Google translator said)
Next it's Roza's turn!
Will Dimitri (our private, stoic guardian) be able to pull it off?