Wearing a silk chemise for him as he requested. But he does not join me.
He sits beside me instead, waking me with a gentle touch to my face.
“Solnyshko.”
I move my face into his palm and kiss his fingers.
And then he’s pulling me from the bed and into his lap, his fingers sliding over the silk material with a groan.
“You have been waiting for me?”
I lean into his right ear to answer in the darkness. “Yes.”
He grabs me around the waist and grinds me down onto his hardening cock beneath the trousers, his hand tangling in my hair.
“I am going to take you often tonight,” he tells me.
My response is to kiss his neck, wrapping my arms around him and absorbing everything that is Alexei. His scent, his sounds, his breath on my skin. I want what he promises so darkly.
My hand moves between us, finding his zipper and pulling it down. I stroke his heated bulge through the cotton of his briefs, and his mouth finds my breast over the silk nightgown. He sucks the material and my flesh into his mouth while I fondle his heavy cock in my hand.
“This time will be quick,” he tells me as he reaches down to retrieve his cock. “I just need to come inside of you. I want you to smell like me. Only of me.”
I lean back in his grip when his other palm slides up my thighs, bunching the material of the chemise around my waist and giving him access to what he wants.
He doesn’t wait or explain any further. He just slides inside of me and fucks me right there on his lap, both of us on the edge of the bed.
I can’t see his face. I can only hear his voice in the darkness when he tells me how good I feel. How he has missed my body.
“You won’t come now,” he tells me. “Save it for later. You will need it.”
I don’t know what that means. But I just hold onto him. My arms wrapped around his neck as he fucks me quick and with only one goal in mind.
He comes inside of me, his cock pulsing for what feels like minutes as he fills me with his warmth. His voice is calm as his lips move over the column of my throat, and his body is relaxed now.
He squeezes my ass in his hands and rocks me against his pelvis a few more times, drawing it out even as he softens inside of me.
“Now, I have something to show you,” he tells me. “And then I will reward you with what you need, my lovely Solnyshko.”
He pulls out of me and zips himself back up before readjusting my chemise. His come drips down my thigh and he stands me up, wrapping something around me. A silk robe, I realize.
He takes my hand in his, warm and strong and solid.
“Come with me.”
And I do.
I have never been to this part of the house.
The basement.
It is cold and vacant. Stone walls and a simple cement floor. Alexei’s oxfords echo off the cavernous walls while my bare feet absorb the cold of every step beside him.
His arm is wrapped around me in a protective manner. Warming me and keeping me close by his side. We stop at another steel door. He taps on it and turns to me.
I cock my head to the side and examine him. He looks odd. A strange mixture of excitement, pride, and nerves on his face.
“I don’t want you to be afraid, Solnyshko,” he tells me. “Remember, I am here. And I will destroy anyone who ever tries to hurt you. That means in your past as well.”
His words make me nervous, and I cling to his hand. But he still doesn’t move. His other hand comes up and untangles my hair, opening my face to him.
“I want you to know the level of my devotion to you,” he states. “I don’t ever want you to question it. The things I have and will continue to do to protect you. To avenge you. They are dark things. But that darkness is my burden to carry, and it always will be.”
His voice is so impassioned. So filled with strength that there is no question in my mind he means what he says.
“Show me,” I tell him.
He reaches for the door, his grip on me firm. Anchoring me to his body as he leads me inside. Until I freeze at the sight before me.
I’m in shock,