Beautiful people, hello! Is anybody even still here? I can't remember if I've even posted for this year, it's been so long! But I've missed writing and y'all so…Here's a very spicy little Romitri one shot for y'all! I hope you enjoy! And seriously, don't be fooled by the title. This one is rated M for a reason so if you don't like please don't read!

I obviously don't own VA, that awesomeness belongs to the amazing Rachelle Mead.

My first, my last, my everything.

The second I heard my phone buzz and saw Dimitri's name flash across the screen, a thrill of excitement shot through me. Of course, he was my boyfriend, so texts and calls from his was not an unusual occurrence, but there was something in the air today, something that was causing a kind of fire that seemed to simmer just beneath my skin. A fire that only seemed to grow all the more intense as the hours ticked by.

It had been like this all day, right from the second he'd instructed me on my outfit this morning. He'd pulled a clingy red dress from my closet and handed it to me. "I want you to wear this to work today," he'd said, something in those depthless chocolate eyes making me not want to argue. I nodded my head and pulled out a set of matching red lace panties and bra, but Dimitri shook his head with a smirk.

"Not those my love," he said in that soft sweet tone I had long grown to associate with trouble. "These."

"But Dimitri," I said staring through wide eyes at what he held in his hand. In the same shade of red as the panties I held, this one contained two tiny discreet dildos, one which rested against my clit and the other which slipped into me just enough to be able to stimulate my gspot. Both of them could be made to vibrate and when he held up the tiny remote that would allow him to control them, I damn near swallowed my tongue.

"Problem, my Roza?" He asked looking at me with soft eyes.

"Yes," I said. "You're going to torture the fuck out of me all day if I wear those!" His hand came down hard on my bare ass and I gasped.

"Language," He growled, that growl causing liquid heat to flood my core. "I won't torture you beautiful, just keep you nice and ready for me." I let out a soft groan as he dropped to his knees before me, intending to help me step into the panties himself, but all I could think of was how close his face was to my pussy and how if I pushed my hips forward just a little, I could get him exactly where I wanted him.

"Don't even think about it," He growled once again, and gripped my hips to keep me still. "Now come on. Put these on. You're making me late." Yeah well, he was making me wet so he could go get fucked. I didn't say that, though, very much aware that he had the power to make today hell for me. Instead, I obediently stepped into the panties and Dimitri slid them up for me. I let out a groan as the dildos rubbed against me. A groan which turned into a moan as he turned the vibration on.

"Fuck," I gasped but Dimitri only smirked and kissed my cheek. Those chocolate eyes were sparkling with mischief and amusement and if I hadn't known I was in trouble, well I certainly knew now.

"I'll see you later my love. And don't forget now, you aren't allowed to touch. Or cum, for that matter. After all, that pussy is mine.

With that, he turned and walked away, turning the vibration off so that I could finish getting dressed. Grumbling about fucking infuriatingly dominating men and ignoring the need to go after him and beg like a bitch for him to just let me wear regular panties, I put on the rest of my clothes and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress hugged my body like a glove, accentuating the curve of my hips and the firm roundness of my ass while the slightly plunging neckline drew attention to my breasts and cleavage.

I groaned again, my skin looking flushed and eyes darker than usual. I knew exactly why Dimitri was doing this. And I could internally cuss him out however much I wanted, but the truth was this was my fault. I was being punished because I had thought teasing him and making him jealous would be a good idea yesterday. It didn't matter that I had used some randomly hot guy on some show we were watching. The man everyone thought of as the controlled guardian and soft cuddly teddy bear had a possessive streak that ran a mile long and a darker delicious side that only I knew.

Now, he was reminding me that he not only owned my heart but my body as well. He had certainly kept his word when it came to making me lose control. And I would be a liar if I said I didn't like it. But more times than I could count today I seriously contemplated throwing caution to the wind and just ripping those god damned panties off. I could deal with the consequences later, but something stopped me every time. This man had turned me into such a dumb sub for him.

He had turned the panties on again the second I'd left the house and had kept them on a low setting for most of the day, but every time I thought I could handle it he'd switch it to another setting. He had been careful as well to stay out of my path all day, coincidence or just a fact that Lissa and Christian were doing their own things I wasn't sure, but if the way Lissa kept randomly smirking at me was anything to go by, I was convinced that this was no damn coincidence. My best friend was working with the enemy.

…

Finally, home at last, I stripped out of the dress the second I made it inside and closed the door behind me. I had been expecting Dimitri to already be inside, but I was greeted by nothing but quiet. I let out a groan of pure frustration and pealed off my bra as well. My nipples were hard and sensitive, and I shivered as the cool air caressed my heated skin. My nipples ached demandingly, desperate for some attention, and I couldn't stop myself from trailing a finger over them. A soft moan left my lips, my back arching and I needed more so I pinched them, rolling them between my fingers as I rocked my hips against the vibrators still buzzing between my legs.

It was at that point that I'd heard my phone buzzed and saw his name flashing across the screen. I had to take a few deep breaths before I answered and even then, I knew he wasn't fooled. Especially when he said: "I know what you're doing pretty girl," A shudder ran through my entire body at the sound of his voice and I couldn't stop the whimper that came out of me even if I wanted to.

"Please," I gasped. "I need to cum Dimitri," I begged, twisting my nipples between my fingers again and letting out another moan.

"Well, I was going to let you," he said in that sugary sweet tone that only made me wetter and at the same time sent terror flooding through me, because that was the tone that meant he was going to tease me to no end. That tone meant the domme was out and wanted to play. But most importantly, that tone meant I was not getting my way. "But what was it I told you before I left this morning my precious one?"

"That I wasn't allowed to cum," I gasped out, the sound of his voice like my own personal aphrodisiac, taking me to new heights and he wasn't even in the same room with me.

"What else baby girl?" He asked and I groaned again, but this time it was a groan of frustration and annoyance. He knew exactly what calling me baby girl did to me. It made me stupidly submissive, made me melt for him like ice-cream on a summer's day.

"That I wasn't allowed to touch," I grumbled. "But I couldn't help it. I've been riled up all day and I was only playing with my nipples not my pussy."

"And are your nipples not mine?" He growled possessively. And God all I could do was let out a moan of agreement. "What was that?"

"Yes," I said desperately. "They are yours, I'm yours but please Dimitri please!" I damn near screamed, tears filling my eyes as the vibration between my legs picked up in intensity.

At some point, I had sunk to the plush rug of our living room floor. I didn't remember when, but I was glad that I had. Because my thighs were now shaking so badly that I knew they would not have been able to hold me up had I been standing. Hell, my whole body was shaking. My clit was throbbing, a constant stream of juices dripping as my pussy clenched around the vibrator, only causing it to press harder against my spot.

It was like my whole body was on fire, this pressure building threatening to drive me mad. As a tear ran down my cheek, I let out a desperate scream of frustration, my fingers buried in the soft fir of the rug. My hips lifted off the floor and the safe word was on the tip of my tongue ready to put an end to this madness because I really couldn't take anymore. I knew he would stop instantly if I said it and I was really debating. This was too much; everything was too much. But just then, the door opened and the vibrations stopped.

I panted harshly, glad for the momentary relief, but the urge to cum still rode me and I bucked my hips desperately., Safe word now forgotten, the word please leaving my lips like a prayer. And then Dimitri was there, pealing the soaked panties off and gently running a finger over my over sensitized clit. I moaned out his name, everything in the world narrowing to that one point, balancing on the edge somewhere between pleasure and pain.

"Good girl. You've been such a good girl. Now cum for me baby girl," He purred, accent thick and then he was spreading my folds and dragging his tongue straight up my center. It hit my clit, swirled around it once, twice, and then I was shattering, screaming and coming apart for him.

Fingers tangled in his hair, I rocked my hips against his face, the orgasm seeming to go on forever. But Dimitri helped me ride it out, his masterful tongue ringing more and more pleasure from my body. I came two more times with him licking me and sucking on my clit, and then he was flipping me onto my hands and knees. He slammed into me from behind, gripping my hips as he drove into me. I arched my back and took everything he gave me, each thrust more powerful than the last, each one seeming to hit a different spot I didn't know I had.

He whispered dirty things in my ear, telling me how much he had wanted me all day and how the thought of me being wet and desperate for him had been driving him crazy. He told me how hard he'd gotten listening to me on the phone and threw in some words in Russian which I didn't understand but somehow, I knew was dirty as all fuck. That was my undoing. Another orgasm tore out of me, ripping a scream from my throat and sending a stream of my own juices streaming down my thighs. And when I felt Dimitri filling me, my body erupted again. My pussy milked his cock for everything he had and still I wasn't satisfied. I was tired and panting, dripping with sweat and the mixture of our combined juices but Still I wanted more. Hell, I needed it.

Luckily, Dimitri knew me well and he flipped us again so he was sitting up and I was straddling his lap. "You are so beautiful my love," he said. "So, fucking sexy." I groaned softly as he gathered up my wild hair into a makeshift ponytail and started to kiss my neck. His kisses soon turned into long deep sucking and hard bites that I knew would leave marks later, but I didn't care. I started to move up and down on his cock again and Dimitri cupped my bouncing breasts in his hands. He sucked on my nipples, then he tugged on them, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers like I had done earlier. And like earlier, I arched my back and moan, but unlike earlier, I dropped my eyes and watched as his cock disappeared into me and then slipped out covered with my juices. Nothing had ever been as erotic. It set a new fire burning in my blood. And when Dimitri followed my gaze and then his hands left my tits to grip my hips and control my pace, I lost my fucking mind.

He wrapped his lips around my nipples once again sucking hard and nibbling as he moved me hard and fast on him. And then I was cumming again, harder and more intense than before. I think I squirted all over him, but I honestly don't remember. Hell, I don't remember much except for him cleaning me up and then taking me to bed.

I curled up against him, too tired to do much else. But I didn't have to do anything, because Dimitri laid with me, his arms around me and fingers running gently through my hair.

"I love you," I said quietly not even sure if he said it back because sleep claimed me then, and I knew that he was the sweetest kind of torture and I would give this up for nothing in this world, because nobody brought me to the brink of madness and back and yet made me feel so safe and showered me in so much love like he did. Nobody had ever mastered my body and heart like this man, and I knew no one ever will. He was my first, my last, my everything.

So, thoughts guys? Loved it? Hated it? Really don't care cause you're all sick of my shit? Yep, me, too. But I'm attempting to work on the next chapter of still alive but I'm barely breathing, so hopefully I'll be seeing y'all soon. Until next time my lovelies,

XXX

Roza