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I didn’t know why, but his mention of privacy made my pussy clench tight. I glanced down at my hands as the driver opened the door. Sergei climbed out first, and I took his hand when he offered it. The sun was due to set at any minute, painting the sky overhead in a stunning mix of reds, oranges, and yellows.
“Let me give you a tour of our home, Mrs. Reznikov,” he bowed his head, ever the perfect gentleman. I couldn’t help but blush at the mention of my married name, liking the sound of it especially when it fell off his tongue. He didn’t let go of my hand, instead leading me up the stairs and into the house.
The sheer grandeur of the place was astounding. The moment I walked in the door, my eyes were instantly pulled to a massive crystal chandelier that hung from the incredibly high ceiling. An elegant staircase ascended up to an oversized landing that was decorated with a massive landscape painting of the mountains. Enormous flowerpots were placed in several corners, giving the entire place a lively, comfortable air. Even in all its magnificent splendor, it felt like a home.
He led me through the elegantly decorated sitting room, the extravagant dining room, and the restaurant-worthy kitchen first. Along the way, there were endless closets and pantries. There was more storage than I’d ever seen in a house in my life. On the second floor was an impressive number of guestrooms. Who needed that many guestrooms?
At the end of the hall was a beautiful master bedroom suite, with an attached his and hers closet, as well as a five-piece bathroom complete with an enormous, jetted bathtub and multi-headed rain shower. I noticed that my clothing and belongings had already been hung in the closet and incorporated throughout the room.
“This room is to be yours. I had my things moved to a room just down the hall,” he explained.
My brow furrowed, a bit taken aback that he didn’t plan on sleeping in my bed tonight. On one hand, it was sweet of him not to force himself on me on our wedding night, but there was a tiny part of me that felt a bit disappointed. My clit throbbed, almost like it was complaining about the whole situation, and I blushed hard, hoping he didn’t notice.
“That’s thoughtful of you,” I answered with a thin smile.
“Should you need anything at all though, simply knock on my door, and I’ll get you whatever you need,” he continued.
Like your hand between my thighs.
I jerked my head to the side, pretending that I was looking out the window at the pretty garden just outside, illuminated by spotlights of warm nighttime lighting. Convinced my cheeks had caught flame, I tried to hide my face as much as I could.
“The third floor consists of my study, as well as a few rooms for storage and security. I can keep anything you might want to keep safe in my vault. Should you need water or a snack during the night, there is also a digital intercom system accessible through the tablet on the nightstand, or you’re welcome to go down to the kitchens and help yourself,” he continued.
“All of this is pretty impressive,” I said with a smile.
There was an awkward moment where I wanted to reach out and touch him, and I was pretty sure he felt the same, but neither of us made a move towards one another.
“I’ll leave you to get settled in then,” he bowed his head politely.
My pussy pulsed that much harder.
“Wait,” I squeaked, without really meaning to. He turned back to me with an expectant look, and I floundered for a second, not knowing whether to invite him into my bed, rush and kiss him, or wish him goodnight. My nipples were so hard that they ached, and I wondered for the thousandth time that day whether or not he had noticed.
If so, did he like the sight of them?
“Will you undo the zipper on my dress?” I asked lamely, feeling a bit like a coward as the words fell off my lips. Everything inside me wanted to admit to what I really wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Not yet at least.
His returning smile was gentle. Without saying a word, he strode over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He used the slightest bit of force to turn me around so that I was facing away from him. His fingertips lingered on the bare skin of my upper back, causing fiery tendrils to cascade down my spine. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, imagining what those same fingertips would feel like in several other less innocent places.
The confusing mixture of shame, desire, and reluctant pleasure only intensified as he dragged the zipper down slowly, baring more and more of my back with every passing second. My heart pounded in my chest, and I hoped I’d done a good enough job of hiding how much just his simple touch made me feel like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
I let out a breath of air when his fingers finally pulled away.
“There now,” he whispered. His hand brushed against the side of my waist, and my heart pounded almost frantically.
“Thank you,” I whispered, exceedingly aware of the trembling of my voice. Knowing he had to have noticed, I waited for him to say something about it, but he didn’t.
“Of course,moya malyshka,” he murmured. “I’ll be in my study for a little while before I retire. Come find me if you need anything.”
Like a wedding night fucking, maybe?
Unable to trust myself to speak, I simply looked over my shoulder and nodded. His steely grey gaze met mine, a wistful yearning blatant within them. His enigmatic stare lingered on me, dropping slowly down and then all the way back up.
The way he looked at me left me with no question that he would like nothing more than to tear my dress off so that he could have his way with me unhindered.
It left my senses reeling.
