I gagged and shoved him away, the vision of the Latina making me want to throw up. "No!" I
declared then crawled out from beneath him. "No" I repeated softly.
"It's not going to hurt you, who knows we both might like it." He cooed, stroking himself.
"No," I repeated backing further away from him.
He sat up frowning and said. "When I do that to you, do you not like it?"
I blushed and nodded.
"It is the same with me. A man can find much pleasure this way. Come."
I frowned, pursed my lips and didn't move. It was one thing to let him to what he wished with
my body but to do as he wanted with his was another thing altogether.
"Sometimes, I forget what a little virgin you are." He griped and still his hands went up and down
his shaft.
"Will you stop that?" I muttered and turned away.
"The sight of me seeing to my own needs disgust you!" He stood holding himself in hand.
"Maybe I should have your new best friend see to my needs, after all, she at least knows what to
do! You should watch and learn something!"
My eyes flew back to his. He knew. He knew about Nora. Did he know about the plan as well?
"The least she could've done for me was teach you a few tricks! But then...maybe she rather I
come to her with my needs."
There were two reasons for my compliance – 1. I didn't want him asking Nora about our
conversations if he didn't know and 2. The image of Nora doing it instead of me made me want
to kill them both. "How is it done?" I whispered.
"I'm not a fucking chore!" Vlad cursed. "Drop to your fucking knees!"
I couldn't help it, I immediately started crying.
"Oh, for fucks sake! Forget it!" He screamed, jerking up his pants then storming out.
Nora! I thought. He would go to Nora! I chased after him and grabbed his arm, he pulled away
and I begged softly. "Please."
"Why do you want to do it?" He asked without looking at me.
"I don't want you to go to...her," I answered reluctantly.
Still, without looking directly at me, his mouth twisted up in a smirk. "It's a start, I suppose." He
whispered then continued on his way.
I didn't know what to make of his puzzling remark. He didn't promise not to sleep with Nora, nor
did he seem angry at me anymore. Should I follow him? More importantly, why was the thought
of any woman touching him making me crazy?
I liked Nora until I discovered she was Vlad's little whore. Ever so often I would think of her and
Vladimir together in Vladimir's bed. It made me want to burn it...with them in it. It was getting
worse, this jealousy thing. It took a monumental effort to not think of what (who) Vlad was
doing at the moment. He said it's been so long, did he mean for him too?
Fidelity was never guaranteed in this marriage despite what the vows said. And it wouldn't be
the first time he's cheated. He demands it of me then throws other women in my face, maybe I
should demand it too. Vladimir wanted me to do ...that, I will and more, only if he's faithful.
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I was pacing up and down the room, literally freezing my tits off as I waited on Vladimir. The
sheer nightgown that was presented to me on my wedding night that I never wore...that is until
tonight. It covered everything and exposed everything. I wanted his undivided attention, so to
speak, and this is how I would get it.
I paused in my pacing and checked the time on the clock on the wall. Just like Vlad to take his
sweet time to get here too. I asked to see him an hour ago and he has yet to reply or show up. I
resumed my pacing, which was more like stomping now as I cursed Vladimir's very existence.
"You rang Madam," Vladimir said drolly leaning on the door. I turned to face him to let him have
a piece of my mind and his eyes popped open and he stood straighter. "Hello." He breathed as
his eyes roamed my body.
"You're late!" I chastised.
"Dear God, not too late!" He cried with a smile as he walked towards me.
"I sent for you an hour ago..."
"If had known what was waiting for me, I would've hastened to your side, wife." He murmured,
caressing my cheek. "How may I be of assistance, Madam?" He asked taking the gown in hand.
"Not yet...first I want a promise...no a pledge."
"This sounds serious." He smirked leaning down, but I danced away and said my piece.
"I know being faithful isn't part of ..."
"Ha, Ha, Ha!" Vladimir began laughing cutting me off. "Sorry, I apologise please continue."
"As I said..." I watched him fight to contain his laughter. What the hell did he find so funny? "I
know we didn't marry for ...normal reasons but in a normal marriage and in the interest of
starting new. I need you to keep your vows and I will keep mine."
"There is no way in hell you can't keep it," Vladimir growled. "you'll be signing your own death
certificate if you break it."
"Well so will you!" I threatened right back, and the laughter returned. "I am serious Vladimir! I
will cut that off!" I pointed to his pants and he roared in laughter. "Take me seriously!" I shouted,
stomping my feet.
"And what ...do I get...for good behaviour perchance?" He asked smirking.
"I do the thing you wanted this morning," I mumbled.
"And that's the reason behind this little display." He gestured to my nightgown. He looked like he
was thinking on it for a minute then he negotiated. "For my good behaviour, I want more than
what I asked for this morning. I want you to do all that I ask whenever and wherever I ask."
"What does 'all' entail?"
"A very long list, that I rather show than tell."
"Wherever and whenever? How would that work?" I wondered aloud.
"It will work trust me. Now, are we agreed?"
"Why do you need the 'all'? I don't even know what the 'all' is. This seems unfair somehow." I
whined.
"And your little ambush..." He gestured to the nightgown again. "is that fair?"
I thought it was fair. Smartypants! "Agreed." I conceded.
"How are we sealing this pact now, hmm?"
I walked up to him "Tell me what to do."
"Let me enjoy the presentation for a bit, you worked so hard on it. Turn." I did as he asked, and
he corrected "Slower." I slowed down and watched in puzzlement as he put a chair at the side of
the bed. "That's enough. Get on the bed." He brought a full-length mirror next and placed that
near the bed also.
After he made his adjustments, I was told: "Lie back." I frowned, and he declared. "all that I ask"
He placed me in position sat in the chair then made adjustments. Finally taking his seat, he
directed. "Open the nightgown, don't take it off. Then spread your legs."
I thought he would join me but all he said was "Put your hands on your breast and imagine me
touching and licking them. Pinch and squeezed them as I would." I sat up immediately. "It
seems you cannot fulfil your end of the bargain." He declared standing up. "I know I can but
there is no need now to..."
"Wait!" I cried then resumed my position. This was humiliating. I felt so exposed and strange. He
didn't sit down until I put my hands on my breasts and did as he asked. I arched off the bed as a
moan escaped me. I sat up again in shock, to see him smiling.
"Not as good as the real thing but ...it will do, yes?"
I nodded and resumed my position, the angle of the mirror allowed both of us to see what I was
doing. He sat and watched as he growled his dark directions and I soon my hands were like his,
running down my stomach, cupping myself, then pushing my fingers inside. "Vladimir!" I
whispered.
"I'm trying to be a good husband, wife. Do not tempt me." He whispered his eyes fixed between
my legs. I arched and moaned, and he ordered "Taste it! Taste what I taste!"
I took my wet fingers and sucked eagerly, and I continued to pinch my breasts. "Vladimir,
please!"
He smiled and leaned forward as he directed. "Imagine my cock in that mouth and practice for
the real thing."
I froze for a beat but the thrumming in my blood wanted him and wanted release. I sat up and
went to my knees and crooked my finger. He grinned wider and shook his head. "Please," I
whispered.
"Please what?" He whispered, and I suddenly knew what he wanted.
"Please put your cock in my mouth."