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Happy New Year!

The youngest is FINALLY sleeping through the night so I'm not as sleep deprived as I have been… and this hopefully means more updates.

I do apologise for not doing something sooner… life got complicated with health problems, two little girls vying for attention and affection and any downtime spent catching up on sleep… and let's not forget the craziness that is Christmas – family, food and festivities!

So without further ado here is the next part of the Around the World in 30 days… enjoy!
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Rose and Dimitri's honeymoon becomes an adventure of a lifetime…

Around the World in 30 days

PART IV

Sao Paulo

I'm so tired…

You would think for a Guardian such as myself, being sleep deprived would be second nature – after all our job sometimes required as to go without sleep for days – but it appears there is only so much sleep deprivation I can take.

We were on our way to Sao Paulo when everything finally hit me. The constant flying (even with the spacious seats in the private plane), the 'touristy' activities, the changes in time zones (and climates) and the endless love making was taking its toll on my body and mind, and if it wasn't for our strong immune systems (thanks to our Moroi genes), I'm certain I would be very sick right now.

I could barely keep my eyes open as we were dropped off at Hotel Unique and had to rely on Roza to get us checked into our Rodeo Drive suite. My beautiful, understanding wife saw just how exhausted I was and insisted that we curl into our comfortable bed after a quick shower and sleep for as long as we both desired (even if it meant sleeping for a whole day – which is exactly what we ended up doing).

I had to admit, I really wanted and needed this, but couldn't help feeling guilty that I was somehow ruining our honeymoon by 'wasting' time through sleeping. And, I was ashamed that I didn't have the stamina to keep the 'honeymoon' momentum going (something Roza didn't appear to be struggling with).

Cracking a joke about my age (yet again) to explain the discrepancies in our stamina, Roza soothed my ego, reminding me that even though she and others perceived me as some kind of a 'God' in the end I was a Dhampir, who being half human, still required proper rest and sleep.

Still my ego was hurt and I was determined to make up for a day wasted in sleep.

Finally feeling rested and energised, the first thing we did were the usual tourist activities – visiting temples, parks, museums and markets.

Everything was so colourful and loud! Especially at night time. It's like the people of Brazil spent the day hard at work and at night just let loose and partied all night long. Roza loved it!

We even took the opportunity to catch a soccer game (our third day in Sao Paulo) – Brazil vs. Argentina – and it was amazing! Roza and I normally don't get a lot of opportunity to catch live sport games (due to the nature of our work and the hours we keep) but compared to the few times we had been able to catch the odd baseball or football game, this soccer match was a whole other experience. For starters the whole stadium was packed and before the match began you could feel the excitement in the city – it was like everyone was tuning in for the game. I couldn't remember if this match was part of a bigger competition or some friendly game, but it didn't matter – the whole city was consumed and everything else forgotten.

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric – you couldn't help but get swept into the anticipation of what was definitely going to be a nail-biting game. Our competitive nature came out (being surrounded by the craziness around us) and I wasn't surprised to discover that we supported different teams – I backing the Argentinians while Roza was ever faithful to the Brazilians! It was another reason that made me love my gorgeous wife! Not only was she into most kinds of sports and could keep up with what was happening, but she wasn't shy to hold her ground on supporting the team of her choice. She was her own woman and would not be swayed by the choices/decisions of others, even her Russian God!

The match went on for almost half a day but it didn't matter as we enjoyed ourselves immensely. There was plenty of food stands to satisfy our hunger, the crowd was energetic and the game non-stop action.

Roza (being Roza) had to make things 'interesting'.

"So Comrade, its half-time and its one all. Care to make a wager on who will win in the end?"

I couldn't help the sly smirk that crept unto my lips, excited at the possibilities, knowing that win or lose the wager, I would ultimately still come out happy.

"And what's the prize for the winner, milaya?"

She licked her lips seductively and leant in to whisper in my ear.

"Winner gets to have the loser be their slave for the day – and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants them to do, and I mean anything and everything…"

I didn't think it was possible, but those words alone made my cock twitch in glorious anticipation. Images assaulted me – oh the possibilities!

Roza watched me carefully as I tried to regain my composure. Her eyes danced with mischief and I knew she had her own montage of possibilities run through her mind.

"You have yourself a wager Mrs. Belikova…" I whispered back, sealing the deal not with a handshake but a searing kiss – a promise of what was yet to come.

In the end, the Brazilian team won (it had been a close game and they had to go to over time and call in penalty shots). This meant Roza was the master and I was her slave and I couldn't help the grin that was on display (even if I had lost the bet) because I knew being Roza's slave was going to be fun!

The plan was to enjoy the remainder of the day after the match as per normal and that the master/slave dynamic would come into play at midnight and would last for the full 24 hours. Nothing was off-limits and the slave had to follow every command from the master – no exceptions. I trusted Roza with my life so I knew we didn't need to specify anything about being safe or keeping things within reason. In fact, a part of me looked forward to letting Roza command me around and make me lose control - I know when it happened we both enjoyed it immensely!

You would think that having spent a whole day and half in bed, catching up on sleep would remove some of the tiredness, but that wasn't the case. Whether it was the excitement from spending half the day at the soccer game or the endless walking we had done exploring the markets yet again for souvenirs and gifts, the moment we had returned to the hotel after dinner we had both collapsed into our bed and fell asleep (thankfully we had just enough energy to grab a quick shower together to wash the sweat and dirt of us).

I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, but somewhere in the haze of comfortable bliss and endless darkness, I felt soft, small hands caress every inch of my hot, naked flesh. My body stirred under the touch of this torturer and when my consciousness finally connected my mind with my body, my eyes opened up to a welcoming sight – my beautiful wife peaking from under the sheet, with my hard, throbbing cock pulsating in her hands.

I raised an eyebrow in question, wondering what she was up to (well more like why as it didn't take a genius to realise what she was about to do), but all she did was give me a saucy smile, before she took me completely in her mouth. I nearly came undone there and then and she had barely started.

Deep throating me straight away, it seemed that Roza was impatient and her goal to make me come needed to be achieved straight away. With one hand stroking my base (because her mouth was unable to take me completely in), whilst her other played with my balls (squeezing and stroking), Roza was on a mission. Spurred on by my grunts and groans, whilst I tugged on her hair, Roza worked in a crazy frenzy and it didn't take long for me to explode, shooting my load down her throat whilst spewing out a string of Russian curses after having screamed her name very loudly.

Whilst she crawled out from under the sheet, busy licking her lips and cleaning herself off, I was struggling to catch my breath.

"Not that I'm complaining, milaya, but what bought on this impromptu wake-up call? Especially considering it's after midnight..." I asked as I pulled her to my side, nuzzling her slender neck.

She pulled away from me just enough to make eye contact, letting me fall deep into her beautiful, brown eyes that were currently holding a devilish glint.

"Well, my love, I figured it was a good way to wake you up and get you ready for your new role – as my personal slave for the next 24 hours".

Her eyes shined with a promise of things yet to come and I felt myself harden all over again…

So I'm going to be mean and leave it there to tease you all… :P

I have a few thoughts on what Rose gets Dimitri to do as her 'slave' but thought I'd ask all of you who are following my stories if you had any thoughts/suggestions…

One more city then off to home (Court)…hope you have enjoyed the 'honeymoon' so far.

After the honeymoon piece, I have one more 'piece' to add to Romitri Forever and then the series will be complete! After that I will focus on Restaurant Wars.