Bratva Baby

Chapter Ten

Dimitri

I had said I had a surprise for her, and I wasn’t lying about that. I just couldn’t get the image of her curves in that damn red dress out of my head. She had looked mouth watering in it. Too much so.  Red was my brother’s favourite colour and parading her in front of him wearing that slinky number would mean I would have to murder him.

That day was rapidly approaching but it wouldn’t be tonight. 

Tonight, we would give everyone a show, how New York and the rest of the world how happy we were together. Even if it was a lie.

Sophia wasn’t happy, I knew that. And it should have made me unhappy as well but the arrangement we had didn’t have room for such sentiments.  Hell, it wasn’t just the arrangement it was my world in general. Caring for someone would get you killed, or worse get them killed.

I had been through it once and I wasn’t about to do it again.

Still, I rubbed my fingers along my jaw. I should probably make an effort to be nicer to my new bride.

As if by magic she appeared in the doorway. Her hair was piled on top of her head, her red lipstick replaced by a softer blush coloured gloss.

The dress that had my d**k twitching in my pants was gone, replaced by a pale gold sheath that covered her from neck to ankle. It skimmed her curves but didn’t cling.  And yet it made my head snap up as I watched her approach me. Her eyes hooded with nerves.

God, I liked it when she was nervous.  I loved it that I made her feel that way.

“Is this, ok?”

Slowly I crooked my finger, gesturing for her to come to me.  It was only when she stood next to my knees that I let my hands drift up to cup her hips and bring her down into my lap.  “Yes Sophia, that is much better. You chose well.” I wanted to give her a real compliment, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

I wasn’t that type of man.

“Thank you. “She sat there so demurely and so un-Sophia like that my c**k that had been straining against my zipper since the moment she walked into the room, sagged. Where the hell was her fire? Her spark?

“You have given me so many beautiful dresses Dimitri, it was easy….” She swallowed hard as my fingers squeezed her thigh.  “None of them are as beautiful as you Sophia.” I managed to say. 

I grinned. Maybe I was able to give compliments after all.

“I look forward to f*****g you in this one tonight. Would you like that?” Bending my head, I nipped at her shoulder. Where the thick straps lay. She tensed under me.  But didn’t answer.

I wanted her to answer.   “Would you like you reward now Sophia or later?” My fingers carried on massaging her thigh. Causing her to wiggle on my lap.

“Reward?” she managed to squeak out.

Grinning, I turned her head to mine so I could conquer her lips with mine. There was the briefest of moments where she froze and then her glossy lips parted undermine and the tip of her warm tongue snaked out.

She might hate me a little, well more than little but she wanted me as well. She craved my touch, my firm hand just as much as I craved her submission. 

“Yes, darling wife, this choice of dress has pleased me. And pleasing me comes with its rewards. I think I’ve told you that before.”

Her eyes widened. “I thought the first dress….”

“Hush, anyone would think you wanted to be punished Sophia. What is it going to be tonight?  What do you want? Reward or punishment?”

Without taking a breath, “Reward.”

I chuckled. I had known she as going to say that. She still had so much to learn.  Even my punishments would bring her pleasure in the end.

“Now or later?”

She hesitated, her brow furrowing as she thought about the options. “Later, I don’t want us to be late for whatever your surprise is Dimitri.”

She was right of course, not that I would ever tell her that.  We didn’t have time right now. Not when we were already running late, and people were expecting us.

“Are you ready then dear wife?” I kissed her again. It came so naturally that it amazed me.  I liked kissing her. I loved being inside of her, but tenderness wasn’t me. Usually, I had to force it. With Sopha it came out of nowhere.

And it took us both by surprise.

“If you are ready, then I am”

I beamed at her. “Then let’s go show the world how happy being my wife has made you.”

A shadow passed over her face.  There and in a blink of an eye gone again. She had doubts as to whether she could fake happiness in front of the people who knew her best.  But I didn’t have any doubt.

She wouldn’t need to fake it. I planned to have her floating by the time we got to the reception.  Anyone who looked at her would have no doubt that she was high on thee orgasms I was going to give her.

I would have her so wrapped up in me by the end of the night that not even Stefano, her brother would have any doubt who he belonged to now.

And if he didn’t, well it didn’t matter. There was nothing he could do about it now. Sophia was my wife. She would remain my wife until she gave me a son.

That was the deal.

Making her fall in love with me was just an added bonus, after all I had playthings galore. What I didn’t have was a beautiful young trophy wife who would do anything I asked of her just to feel my fingers in her p***y.