Disclaimer: I do not own VA and thank Richelle Mead for writing such an awesome series.
Sad to see not many came back with suggestions – thanks to those who did … you know who you are :P… will see if I can incorporate into my story.
So this is the final 'part' of the honeymoon piece but it will most likely be the longest 'part' of the piece and has an unconventional start (continuation from PART IV) and is very detailed compared to the rest of the story (cause I wanted to capture the full 24 hours of explicit fun!)
Also be warned the lemons in this part will be very, very sour! :P I don't think I have been this descriptive so be kind…
Like I said, I have one more 'piece' to add to Romitri Forever and then this series will be done and I can focus on Restaurant Wars!
If I have time, I might re-edit this series and possibly my Fantasies piece – so if anyone has any suggestions on changes/additions, let me know :P
Rose and Dimitri's honeymoon becomes an adventure of a lifetime…
Around the World in 30 days
PART V
Sao Paulo contd.
I love my wife!
Okay that sounded a bit cliché and a lot of husbands normally make that statement, but I can't put how I'm feeling in any simpler terms.
Roza started off our last full day in Sao Paulo (a day in which I was to be her slave) with an amazing blow-job that had fulfilled its purpose of waking me up. She then took the opportunity to lay out our itinerary for the day.
"Now that I have your attention, Comrade, let me tell you how today will go. First of all, let me remind you that you are my slave and must do as I say. No questions, no whining and no refusals. Okay?"
She waited for me to acknowledge her proposal, which I did with a sly nod. I kept my mouth shut, sensing she had more to reveal.
"Good! Now until this day is over, which isn't for another 23 hours, you will refer to me as 'mistress'. I may allow you to call me by other names such as Roza, milaya, goddess but you have to wait for my permission. If you do this without my approval, you shall be punished… severely…"
I felt my cock harden even more at her implied threat, while her eyes glowed with a mischievous glint – I was looking forward to breaking that rule!
"Since its 1am, I shall be kind and allow us to go back to sleep. You must remain naked until I advise you otherwise and/or give you something specific to wear. I plan to keep you in the room for most of the day so breakfast and lunch will be via room service – I will let you know what it is I desire".
I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my lips as I caught the double meaning in that statement.
"I don't want to regiment the day too much but just to give you an idea of the roles you will be undertaking today – masseuse, butler, washer and most importantly, my pleasurer. Your job is to serve me and make me happy. Failure to do so will result in more punishment. The only time we will leave the room is later tonight, when we will go out for dinner and possibly dancing, depending on my mood. You are to wake up at 6am and call in our breakfast order, which is to arrive at 7am and not a minute earlier! I would like a bacon and egg roll, with a whole tray of sweet pastries, a jug of orange juice and a hot chocolate. You may order whatever you wish for yourself. After you have placed the order you may wake me up, in whatever manner you see fit – though originality will please your mistress. After breakfast we will retire to the bathroom, where you shall run a bath for me and join me in this bath so you can give me a sensual, deep tissue massage – all over my body. That is all I will reveal for now… so moy malen'kiy rab, let us get some sleep".
Roza had been learning Russian since we moved in together and even though she wasn't as fluent or confident as I was with English, she did her best to incorporate certain words into conversation – especially if it had the ability to peek my arousal, like now.
I don't know how we managed it, but it didn't take us long to fall asleep and the next thing I knew my phone alarm was buzzing near my head. It was 6am and it was time for me to wake up and serve my mistress. It's strange but for someone who normally likes being in control and taking charge, I found myself liking the idea of being Roza's slave. I already worshipped and adored my wife, and it was my life's mission to make sure she was always happy, so I guess it didn't feel like I was doing anything fundamentally different.
Planting a soft kiss on her temple, I rose from the bed and made my way to the living room to place our order with room service. Remembering her command to remain naked I asked them to tell the staff to knock and leave the tray outside our room. Having taken care of breakfast I made my way back to our bed. I stood in the doorway for a moment, just taking in the scene.
My beautiful wife was laying on her back, her hair blanketing her pillow. A small smile graced her lips even in her sleep, one hand resting near her face, whilst the other lay over her stomach. The sheet covered most of her body, but it was angled in such a way that her left breast was teasing me, beckoning me like a moth to a flame. Clenching my jaw to hold in the groan, my eyes swept the rest of her body and I couldn't help but linger at her toned legs that were exposed, having escaped from under the sheet as she stirred in her sleep. A soft moan escaped her lips and I wondered what she was dreaming about that could elicit such a reaction. And just like that, I knew exactly how I was going to wake up my Roza.
Making my way to the edge of the bed where her feet were, I quietly and stealthily climbed up and crawled under the sheets, positioning myself between her legs. I laid still for a moment, waiting to see if my movement had woken up Roza, but all she did was straighten herself and let out a little sigh. Peaking from under the covers to check she was still asleep (which she was) I went back to my task. Kissing her upper thighs softly, I trailed my lips and tongue down towards her inner lips. Leaning on my elbows, I moved to open up her legs and was pleasantly surprised to note her already heightened arousal (guess she was dreaming something naughty after all). I gently pried her slit open and gave a teasing lick. She practically lurched off the bed, mewling out a loud moan. Grinning triumphantly I resumed my ministrations, only this time adding sucking and nipping alongside the licking of the clit. To speed things along, I brought in some help, in the forms on my fingers, which I plunged into her wet opening in quick succession until I had three curled fingers that were pounding into her, turning Roza into a blubbering mess.
With each movement of my fingers and tongue, Roza became more vocal, gasping and pleading, while her body thrashed around me. Using my free hand to hold her down by draping over her hip, I increased my activities, feeling her inner muscles tighten and convulse around my fingers. I heard her orgasm (in the form of my name being screamed) before I felt it – removing my fingers, I quickly lapped up the juices, savouring the taste that was distinctly my Roza's.
This wasn't the first time I had gone down on Roza, but I still found great joy at the thought that she was the only woman with whom I had done the deed with. I had never felt comfortable with my previous sexual partners to do this with, but with Roza it was different and now I couldn't get enough of it!
Leaning against her soft thigh to catch my breath I felt the sheets move and suddenly I was no longer in the dark confines of soft cotton. I looked up to see a breathless Roza eyeing me with wonton desire and lust. Throwing a quick glance at the side clock I saw we had just under half an hour before our breakfast arrived – plenty of time for a quickie!
Before she could say anything I made my way up her body and without any warning plunged my hard, throbbing cock into her wet pussy. The sudden intrusion caused her to arch her back sexily off the bed, giving me the perfect opportunity to place one of my hands on her lower back, whilst the other pulled her shoulder up, causing us both to sit up. Holding her close to me, I started pounding into her straight away, knowing we didn't have time to do our usual slow dance that lead to the final frenzy. Her breasts bounced deliciously against my chest and I wished I could take one in my mouth, instead I compromised by moving my hand, that had been holding her right shoulder, to trail down and cup her right breast. My hand developed a mind of its own, going all out on that one breast. Tugging, squeezing, caressing, I gave her right breast enough attention that her nipple was hard as diamond.
Roza's moans increased exponentially while my grunts and groans turned to curses in both English and Russian. I was so wrapped up in the moment, determined to bring us to the promised ecstasy, that I had forgotten our arrangement, specifically the rule about calling Roza mistress. I hadn't realised that in midst of our feverish fucking Roza had moved her lips away from mine and had decided to latch onto my neck, sucking, nibbling and licking me to oblivion. The action caused me to swear hard and loud, growling out "ROZA!"
Suddenly, Roza stopped my movements and pushed back off me (though she remained in my lap and still connected). Looking at her confused, whilst waiting for my eyes to un-blur and my breath to catch up, I gasped in shock when I felt a sharp sting across my left cheek. It took a while for my mind to deduce that the sensation had been caused by Roza, slapping me! I stared at her, still confused and conflicted, watching a smirk form on her swollen lips.
"I told you, Comrade, you are to refer to me only as mistress, unless I give you permission to otherwise. And I don't remember giving you permission to call me Roza just then".
My cheek was still sore, but I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips – who knew I would enjoy being slapped whilst in the middle of having sex!
It was Roza's turn to look surprised when I leant in and whispered huskily in her ear.
"Do it again… Roza"
Biting her lips nervously she pulled back and slapped me again, this time on the other cheek. It didn't have the same hardness as the first slap, but it still did the trick. I found myself so close to the edge of my orgasm that it was painful to remain still. Suddenly I stood up and walked us towards the nearest wall, keeping Roza firmly in place with my large hands gripping her sweet ass, holding her against my hips.
Pushing her hard against the wall, I resumed my pounding while my lips devoured every inch of her body I could access easily in this position. It seemed my roughness had rendered Roza speechless and voiceless, the only sounds escaping her luscious lips were tight gasps for air. My ravenous fucking was leaving us both breathless, and I too had lost my ability to voice my overwhelming emotions. We had never fucked this way, it was definitely a first for us and God I was loving it!
With a final sharp inhale, struggling to get the necessary oxygen our bodies needed, we both crashed against the shores of untold pleasure, experiencing the biggest orgasm either one of us have ever achieved. I lost all feeling in my legs and had to lean against the wall, sliding down to the floor to rest. Roza crumbled into me, panting for breath, while I felt her heart beating erratically against her heaving chest.
"Wow…" was all she was able to utter, still trying to gather some form of composure. I didn't even have the energy to vocalise how jubilant I felt, so I took to stroking my wife's hair, body and face with as much love and reverence I could convey from my touch.
Once I found my legs, I picked up my mistress and lead her to the bed, just in time to hear the knock signalling the room service had arrived. Peeking out the door quickly to make sure the coast was clear, I opened the door far enough to roll the trolley in – after all I was still very much naked. As I bought the food to the bed, I was welcomed to the sight of Roza lounging against the headboard, just as naked as me if not for the sheet draped around her body. I wasn't sure if the hungry look she gave me was for me, the food or both. Not wanting to know the truth (it was hard competing against her love of food sometimes), I quietly bought the trays to bed and we spent the next half hour consuming our scrumptious breakfast.
Our energy replenished it was time to have our romantic bath. Quickly placing the empty trolley outside our room and checking the 'do not disturb' sign was still on the doorknob, I went straight to the bathroom to start the bath. I sensed Roza following me, watching me with authoritative intensity while I prepared everything. I was trying my hardest to ignore her, which was very difficult, since I'm always aware of her presence.
"Is this to your liking mistress? The tub is ready, and the candles I was able to find I have lit. Would you like anything else?"
I kept my eyes trained to the floor, not only to further emphasise my servitude role, but to prevent myself from losing what little control I had left. I was already hard again and yearning to grab hold of Roza and ravish her on top of the bathroom bench top.
I sensed her sauntering towards me until she was right in front, her index finger lifting my chin so I could make eye contact.
"You have served me well so far, moy malen'kiy rab… well… apart from the little slip up before. But I think you have learned your lesson and you won't be making that mistake again, will you?"
I couldn't help the sly smirk that fell across my lips.
"Of course not, my mistress. I have definitely learnt my lesson…"
My words said one thing, but eyes another and I knew Roza understood exactly what lesson I had learnt from my earlier transgression.
Slipping into the bath, I waited for my wife to join me. As ordered, I went about giving her a sensual, deep tissue massage, from head to toe. I decide that unless otherwise commanded, I would take this opportunity to drive her wild, avoiding all the sensitive areas to keep with the 'massage' ruse. Roza squirmed under my touch, and even though she didn't voice it, I could sense her desire and shaky control. She too played along with the 'this is just a massage' session, but it didn't take a genius to know we were both very aroused (my suspicions further confirmed by her constant grinding against my very hard cock).
When I was satisfied with the massage I had given her and having washed her hair and soaped her body, I finally asked the million dollar question.
"Is there anything else my mistress needs? Any other areas of her body she needs me to take care of? I live to serve my mistress and only her…"
By the end of my statement my voice was nothing but a whisper – God did I want to plunge into her really bad!
The little minx increased her grinding and rubbing, letting her actions tell me exactly what she needed from me. Before I could do anything more, she whipped around fast, facing me whilst straddling my legs and taking my cock in one quick thrust, deep into her eager pussy.
We both let out a loud groan, savouring the relief we finally felt at becoming one. Doesn't matter how many times we have sex, every time we did, I felt that much closer to Roza and I can sense she felt the same way too. It's like with every time we made love, a part of our souls connected, forging a stronger bond between us. I may be a Dhampir and my duty dedicated to Christian, but my life would forever be Roza and I knew without a doubt she would 'always come first'.
Our time in the bath was slower, more like love making than fucking – after all I had just loosened all of Roza's muscles and gotten her relaxed. We had the rest of the day and didn't need to rush our amorous activities, so we took things slower, savouring the feeling of our hot, steamy bodies brushing against each other – every touch, every kiss, every lick ignited a nerve or caused goose bumps to sprout on our skin. This time the orgasm built up slowly and seemed to consume our bodies before exploding in great intensity.
Struggling yet again to catch our breath, we held on to one another, trying to capture this moment in time, suddenly feeling vulnerable. I could see in Roza's eyes her mind was taking her through everything we (as a couple) had endured before we got to this point. I on the other hand was re-living my days as a Strigoi and how close I had been to lose Roza forever. Nothing else in my life was worse than those couple of months as the undead – not even the years I had to endure my abusive father.
Seeing the anguish in my eyes, Roza cupped my face lovingly, pushing her own fears and anxiety behind to console me.
"I love you Comrade… Dimitri – moy lyubyashchiy muzh. And don't you dare forget it!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the fierce look she gave me while professing her love. I didn't blame her need to enforce her claim so vehemently, after all I had been a stubborn fool after I had returned to my Dhampir state and had almost lost my soulmate, engulfed in my own self-pity and guilt.
Capturing her lips in a long, deep kiss I returned my own words of love.
"Ya lyublyu tebya, milaya. Now and forever. You are my life, my everything…Come my mistress, let me dry you off and take you to bed for a much needed nap before we wake up for lunch…"
I think Roza was too emotional and exhausted to realise I had slipped up again and called her 'milaya' without her permission. We silently climbed out of the bath, drying each other off before making our way to bed, snuggling up against one another and falling instantly into a much needed sleep.
It was Roza who woke me up, but not like last time. This time it was feathery kisses and soft caresses that made me come into consciousness. Having finally awakened me, she gave me a quick peck before sitting up on the bed, bringing the sheets close to her body to hide her nakedness.
"Now that you are awake moy malen'kiy rab, I would like you to order us some lunch before we continue with our activities. I would like a cheeseburger with fries and a large jug of coke. Don't forget to order yourself some lunch too – may I suggest something with carbs as you will need the energy to keep you going".
Before I could utter a single response to her command, she was already out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. Seeing my questioning look she gave me a devious smirk.
"I'm going to take a quick shower – feeling very sweaty and dirty. And no, you can't join me. You may take your own shower once I'm done – in fact I insist you do. But first, please take care of room service – I'm starving!"
Chuckling at her exclamation of hunger (no surprises there), I took care of room service whilst trying my hardest to ignore the fact that my gorgeous wife was only metres away, naked and under a cascade of water.
Once I had organised room service (with the same instructions to leave the tray outside), I grabbed a towel and waited, though I was tempted to 'break her command' knowing another round of punishment would be fun. Damn! Just the thought of being punished by Roza brought my cock to attention.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the water turning off and was startled when Roza swayed out of the bathroom, a fluffy towel wrapped around her. My eyebrow raised in question, wondering why she had covered herself, after all I was still very naked.
Smiling at me slyly she answered my non-verbal question.
"So I don't tempt you and delay your shower…"
Pouting at her 'logic' I prowled over to her, a devious smile on my lips. She didn't want company in the shower, but that didn't mean I didn't. She naturally read my mind and shook her head.
"Nah ah mister… not going to happen. You take that sexy ass into the bathroom and have your shower – alone…"
Sighing in disappointment, I walked past her, making sure to brush against her, so she could feel my very 'large problem'. The little vixen just shook her head and walked away, though I did catch a smirk on her face.
Resigning to my fate I made my way to the shower and got everything ready. As I washed myself, I noticed that my erection was becoming a problem – it was very painful and I knew that I would need to 'relive' the pressure otherwise the next time we fooled around I wouldn't last for more than a couple of minutes. Closing my eyes, I imagined Roza's hand wrapped around me cock (instead of my own). Starting off slow, I pumped up and down, twisting a little at the head with added pressure. It didn't take much for me to visualise a naked Roza, rubbing against me as she stroked my cock. A soft gasp made me stop mid pump and my eyes flew open to witness my beautiful wife gaping at me, desire darkening her eyes.
Licking her lips, her eyes moved from watching my cock to me face, and the look of shock changed to mock anger.
"I don't remember giving you permission to pleasure yourself slave! But since you have started you may continue while I watch, but you must ask my permission to come and not before… if you do, you will be punished…"
I nodded eagerly, my cock throbbing so hard in my hand I was worried I would explode. Roza was still wrapped in her towel, but that didn't last long. Settling herself on the benchtop, she dropped the towel and opened up her legs, letting me see her glistening, dripping pussy. Tilting her head, her eyes beckoned me to continue.
I resumed my pumping, only to falter briefly at my surprise of seeing Roza masturbate as well. I watched hungrily and with a sense of desperation as one hand tweaked and squeezed her right breast while her other hand fondled and teased her slit and clit. Clearing her throat to break the spell and remind me I was to get back to my own activity we both resumed our pleasuring. It didn't take long for me to reach my brink, but I remembered her command and with a breathless gasp I begged her.
"Please mistress, may I come. I fear I will explode if I don't come now…"
Roza suddenly stopped her own movements, and jumped off the benchtop. Slinking closer to me, her movements predatory, she contemplated my request.
She was close, but still not within arm reach. Hands on hips, she tried to make herself look commanding.
"I have a better idea Comrade. Stop what you are doing and turn around. And place both hands on the wall.…"
I looked at her with desperation – I was so fucking close, surely she wouldn't be cruel to leave me hanging…
Smiling with a devilish glint, she nodded her head as if to reiterate her command. Sighing in frustration I turned around and followed her instructions. I could feel her move close to me, her breath caressing my bare back, causing goose bumps to sprout. I felt her lips close to my ears, making me catch my breath in nervous anticipation.
"Did you think I forgot your slip up earlier, when you called me milaya? And you really thought I would let you escape your punishment - I don't think so Comrade…"
Not waiting for a response from me, a loud thwack reverberated through the bathroom, as Roza smacked my left ass cheek hard. I pulled in a breath harshly, the painful sting dispersed to a strange pleasurable sensation. She repeated her actions four more times on the left before moving to the right and doing the same number of 'ass smacks'. Just like the slapping, with each arse smack I felt myself squirm with pleasure and lose control. It took me a while to realise I was the one responsible for the animalistic growls that were echoing in the bathroom. My body was drowning in a sea of emotions and sensations – I was hypersensitive and every touch and action had my nerves on fire.
Stroking my ass with both hands in a soothing manner, Roza stepped into the shower, pulling her soft body hard against my straining back.
"Let me help you with your large problem, Comrade..."
She whispered huskily and before I could register what she had said, her delicate hands made their way around my hips and wrapped firmly around my pulsating manhood. Looking down, my eyes followed her actions and I can't be certain, but I could have sworn that my cock looked bigger than it normally does – it was straining for release. Her breath fanned across my back while her lips placed frantic kisses from my shoulder to my lower back.
"ROZA!"
I roared – it couldn't be helped, as I felt every semblance of control and propriety leave my body. I was reduced to a primal state and in this haze I grabbed my wife roughly, bringing her before me and pushing her hard against the shower wall, her stomach facing the tiles. I didn't wait for permission and I definitely wasn't the usual gentle lover – no, Roza had reduced me to a caveman and all I could focus on at that moment was claiming her and possessing every fucking inch of her.
She was mine and no one else's!
I was going to fuck her so hard she would lose all feelings in her legs… I was going to mark every fucking inch of her so everyone would know she belonged to me… I was going to make her come so hard and long that she wouldn't even think about looking at another male let alone consider another mate…
I entered her roughly, pressing myself hard against her body so there wasn't any space and her chest was squashed against the tiles. I knew her nipples brushing against the rough edges of the tiles was egging on her pleasure while I pounded into her from behind. Grabbing both hands I held them tightly above her head, pushing her even further into the wall. My lips sucked and nipped along her neck, shoulders and back – heck I even bit her in certain points, eliciting squeals and little screams from her glorious mouth.
Weirdly, certain parts of my brain could see similarities between my current animalistic mode and the way I had thought and acted when I was Strigoi. Such a thought would have stopped me dead in the past, with the memories and emotions rendering me frozen. But not anymore. With Roza's love and support, I had been able to put all of that behind me, and even though I could see the similarities in thought and action, I knew with certainty that something was very different between now and then – this time, underneath my actions, lay an unquantifiable amount of love. I was rough and possessive but in the end Roza was my life and soul and I would never do anything that would hurt her or diminish her.
She screamed my name louder than before while an orgasm decimated her body and mind – panting and gasping, she pulled a hand out of my grasp to grab my hair, roughly pulling me closer to capture my lips in a hard, searing kiss.
I didn't think it was possible, but she had another hard orgasm on the back of her first, causing her body to shudder and fall apart against me.
"FUCK!"
She screeched – I am pretty certain everyone on our floor heard my wife (and I couldn't be prouder).
We both collapsed on the floor, the water had turned cold ages ago (not that we had noticed), cooling our boiling skin. Gasping for breath, we held each other, Roza's back curled against my chest.
"Fuck... that was amazing…mil…I mean mistress…"
I corrected myself at the last minute, though I did vaguely remember screaming her name and not mistress when I came after her hand job. Reading my mind, Roza shook with laughter.
"I think I am done punishing you Comrade – my body can't take any more… at this rate, I won't be able to walk for a week…"
Grinning with pride and an inflated male ego, I helped Roza up from her spot and we had a quick shower to clean ourselves up. Perfect timing, as room service had finally arrived – time for much needed sustenance!
We took another nap after lunch, feeling more exhausted from the activities from today than we had from the entire honeymoon! New records were being set in our sex life and I couldn't be happier – heck, if people asked me what was the best part/day/moment of our honeymoon I would say it was today. Who knew being Roza's slave was going to take our sex life to a whole other level!
My alarm woke us around 5.30 but this time we both reigned in our desires – we wanted to go out for dinner (it was our last night in Sao Paulo) and I knew Roza really wanted us to go clubbing (she has been eager to take me to one ever since we got together, but never got the chance while we lived at Court).
"Comrade, as much as I love watching you walk around naked, I don't want to jump you as we have plans to keep. So here is something you can wear till it's time to get ready…"
She produced the black apron from one of our bags we had designated as the 'gifts' bag. I recognised it as the apron she had bought at the markets here in Sao Paulo for Christian. On the front in red flames it said 'Coisa Quente!' and when the vendor had said it was Portuguese for 'hot stuff' Roza proclaimed it to be the perfect gift for my charge. After wrapping the apron around myself, I turned in time to see Roza take a picture with her phone. Rolling my eyes at her antics, I knew she would take great pleasure in showing the photo to Christian once he had used his gift – my wife can be very evil sometimes!
As we didn't have any sex after our shower escapade, we didn't need another, so with an hour to kill before needing to get ready, Roza ordered a full body massage, proclaiming her body was sore because she had been ravaged by a 'Russian beast'. Smirking at the description I went about giving her a sensual massage from her scalp to her toes, trying to ignore the twitching in my cock. We distracted our minds with light chatter, talking about what we had enjoyed so far on our honeymoon and what we thought was happening at Court. We had both agreed that we would not check emails or make any calls – but we were of course available if something urgent happened. I know I still had my lingering guilt from Ivan's death (and would be devastated if it repeated with Christian) and Roza had been super nervous leaving Lissa behind, especially since the bond no longer existed. Yes, we both were very reluctant and hesitant to disappear from Court for 30 days, but Lissa and Christian actually 'ordered' us to go on our honeymoon, as they knew we wouldn't disobey a direct order and it would be the only way we would be willing to leave them for such a long time.
At 6.30, we started getting ready and damn it, Roza decided to bring out that 'black dress'. It still fit her perfectly, hugging her curves even more dangerously than before. I wanted to forget about dinner and dancing and ravish her right there and then, but Roza shook her head, stopping me from acting out my desires by keeping a healthy distance between us.
"Reign it in, Cowboy. You can rip the dress off later… now we go to dinner".
Growling in frustration, I listened to my mistress, clasping her hands and pulling her in for a breathtaking kiss, before leading us out to find somewhere to eat.
The dinner was a fun experience, with waiters coming around with different types of meat and they had this grilled pineapple that was coated with brown sugar that was amazing. Half way through dinner, Brazilian dancers and drummers made their way through the restaurant, entertaining the guests. Our hunger sated, we made our way to the club called .
The bouncer was a Dhampir so lucky for us we were able to avoid the line. With a respectful nod at one another, I pulled Roza close to me as we made our way deeper into the loud club. The walls vibrated, the base over-powering the vocals. Sweaty bodies swarmed around us and the air was thick of artificial smoke and alcohol. Roza made a beeline for the bar, clearly wanting a drink before dragging me to the dance floor. Ballroom dancing was one thing, this… well I was definitely out of my comfort zone. Ivan had dragged me to clubs, so the scene wasn't new, but I had always been there as a Guardian and didn't have to worry about dancing. Tonight I was not on duty but out with my alluring wife and with the hungry looks thrown her way, there was no way I was letting go of her or allowing her to dance with anyone else but me.
Maybe a drink or too would help loosen me up.
Seeing that they had Russian Vodka, Roza ordered four shots of the stuff. Taking a shot each, we clinked glasses, shouting "Prochnost!" before downing the drink in one go and chasing it up with the secondary shot. Roza has come a long way when it came to Russian Vodka – she could almost keep up with me.
But tonight, the goal wasn't to lose ourselves drinking, but to sway to the music around us. Another four shots and I was relaxed enough to lead my wife to the dance floor. I didn't even know what song was playing, my focus was solely on my sexy wife as I pulled her close to me, her back against my front, my hands gripped her hips tightly while the little vixen rubbed and grinded against me. At this rate I couldn't see us sticking around longer than one song, I was already ridiculously hard.
"Mistress if you keep this up, we won't be here long…"
I whispered huskily against Roza's ear, enjoying her shudder against me. I'm certain she heard me, but it looked like she choose to ignore my warning. She moved her arms behind, so they could wrap around my neck, effectively pulling my lips against her neck, while she pushed her tight, firm arse even more against my hard cock. She was taunting me, waiting to see what I would do.
With the last resolve of my patience, I waited out the song that was currently playing. Swaying in time to the music and caressing every inch of my wife's amazing body, once the song ended I pulled Roza to face me, crashing me lips hard with hers. Picking her up, I led her out the side exit. I was not the type to have sex in a public place, but I couldn't see myself waiting the cab ride back to the hotel. Making our way to a dark alley, I pushed Roza against the brick wall, all the while devouring every inch of her body.
She groaned in pleasure and rubbed her core against me, tightening her legs around my waist.
"Fuck me now Comrade – I don't think I can wait any longer…"
Damn it! That snapped the last of my control, causing me to reach under her dress and rip off her panty while her delicate fingers struggled with my zipper. This was going to be quick, dirty and rough!
My cock finally free, I didn't wait long to push myself deep and hard into her wet, tight pussy. Moaning in slight relief, I set the pace to be hard and fast from the onset – not wanting to run the chance of us getting caught or worse be defenceless should any Strigoi be nearby.
Roza grabbed my hair harshly, pulling roughly while pushing my head further into her neck where I was busy nibbling and biting her senseless.
"Talk dirty to me Comrade…" she commanded breathless, on the verge of her climax.
That caused me to falter in surprise and I blushed in embarrassment, not sure how to exactly fulfil this order.
"I don't know how Roza... I mean mistress…"
Roza pulled back momentarily, causing us both to stop our actions. Her deep brown eyes held no judgement, only love and understanding. Caressing my cheeks to sooth my blush, she leant in to whisper in my ear.
"Its easy Comrade… all you have to do is tell me what you want to do to me… describe your actions… let me know what thoughts…desires… are running through your mind right now…"
I couldn't help but look at her incredulously – this was way out of my comfort zone. I preferred action over words anyway and it didn't help that being the private person I was, it was hard to vocalise my inner thoughts. But Roza asked me for this, and I was going to try (hopefully it wouldn't be awkward).
Roza helped again, telling me to close my eyes, and to lean down next to her ear. She even gave me a mini demonstration, knowing that I would require her guidance on the matter.
"Relax Comrade… know that I love you no matter what and you will always be my sexy, Russian God. You can call me whatever you want…say whatever you want. I promise I won't laugh… here let me start you off. I love your big throbbing cock Dimitri. I love it when it pounds into me… I love it when it fills my mouth and I love holding it in my hands, as I pump it slow and hard, making you come all over my hand…"
She finished her little speech with a deep lick and nibble of my earlobe and FUCK! I nearly came right there and then. Breathing heavily through my mouth to control my raging hormones, I used my body to further push Roza against the wall. She groaned in delight, probably experiencing a mix of pain (from the hard bricks digging into her back) and pleasure (my cock resuming its pounding).
"Fuck Roza… you are so beautiful milaya… I can't believe I got so lucky to have you as my wife… you have no idea what you do to me… how much I have to be in control around you, when all I want to do is throw you against the nearest wall and fuck you till you scream my name…or lay you down on a large table, open up your legs and devour your wet pussy. I can't seem to get enough of you…I love your breasts – so beautiful they fit perfectly in my large hands while I squeeze them and play with your nipples. They taste even better in my mouth… so soft and supple…"
Roza's breathing was erratic and all over the place – I guess I wasn't doing a bad job. Encouraged by her reaction I continued, knowing it wouldn't be long before we hit our orgasm.
"Have I told you how much I love your sweet, tight ass (I moved my hands to squeeze them for emphasis)… I love it even more when I get to see it in front of me as I take you from behind…you have all the right curves milaya…and the best part is that you are all mine…every single, fucking part of you. IS. MINE!"
I roared the last part, forgetting momentarily that we were in an alleyway close enough to the club to be heard by those still waiting to get it. The orgasm that rocked through me had made me primal and all logic and rational thought escaped me. It didn't take Roza long to experience her own orgasm, causing her to scream my name loudly. Normally that would have embarrassed me, but strangely it turned me on even more (knowing all those damn fools who had been eye-fucking her all night would know who lay claim to her body). I kept pounding into her, riding out our orgasms, trying to keep the momentum going for as long as possible.
Finally slowing down, I gently released her legs, holding her tightly to me when I felt her collapse against me – no doubt a mixture of exhaustion and losing sensation in her legs from holding me so tightly.
Straightening up and cleaning what we could, we quickly made our way back to the main road to grab a taxi back to the hotel. The quickie we had only tempered the flames of desire temporarily and I wanted nothing more than to return back to our hotel suite so I could continue to worship my mistress – like I said no matter how much we fucked or made love, it would never be enough to satiate my hunger!
On the way to Honolulu
All good things must come to an end.
And I guess we should be happy we got to experience most of our honeymoon un-interrupted. But being the head Guardians of the Queen and King of our people, it was no surprise we were called back before we could make our way to the final destination on our amazing honeymoon – Honolulu.
We had just boarded the jet when the call had come through from Hans, who after a quick apology laid out the fact that our scouts had picked up at least three Strigoi covens dangerously close to Court. He needed us back straight away, with both Councils worried a repeat of St Vladimir massacre happening on a much larger scale at Court.
Discussions were being carried out, with ideas thrown around on how best to deal with the threat – from full scale evacuation to organising raid parties to hit the covens offensively before they could mobilise. Nonetheless, being the head Guardians of the Royal family we were needed to help carry out the final plans, so unfortunately the honeymoon had to be cut short.
As our jet changed course to head back to Court, I pulled my gorgeous wife into my lap.
"I'm sorry milaya that we couldn't finish our honeymoon – hopefully we will get to visit Hawaii another time".
Roza turned her head to give me a deep, sensual kiss. A breathtaking smile adorned her beautiful face.
"It doesn't matter Dimitri – we still got to see so much of the world and in the end, as long as I'm by your side Comrade, nothing else matters".
Google translate:
Moy malen'kiy rab = my little slave (Russian)
Moy lyubyashchiy muzh = my loving husband (Russian)
Coisa quente = hot stuff (Portuguese)
Prochnost = strength (Russian) – I may have used this term due to a certain show I have been binge watching with hubby (any guesses what show I am referring to? Hint = lead character is yummy :P)
So I decided to 'cut' the honeymoon short for two reasons (don't hate me!):
I didn't realise how long and descriptive 'slave day' became until I finished writing and by the end I was drained
I also felt that it seemed more realistic the honeymoon being cut short because of their Guardian duty and figured it would be a good time to 'end the honeymoon' since they both had such an amazing last day in Sao Paulo!
Thank you to all who have followed/liked this series and my other stories – I'm hoping the practice will hone my writing skills so I can start on my original piece (something that has been in development for a very long time)….