Dom Vadim's Vow

Celibate

“What is going on in here?”

Essence furiously gripping the robe she wore tightly to her chest looked at the man who barged into the room. “I am not letting her do a pap test. It’s a violation of my privacy.” She was beyond tears now as the culmination of the day made her unable to even be remotely civil. She knew the woman on the other side of the bed with an entire medical kit was only doing what the rich men in her life were ordering her to do but at this point, not even a doctor’s misery was going to make her capitulate.

“And I am not putting my d**k in you until we get confirmation Monty with his penchant for riding bareback and putting your s****l health at risk was clean.”

“Fine by me.”

“You do know when you first started dating him, he was seeing two other women, right? Do you think you’re the only one he didn’t like using condoms with? Did he tell you it would make you feel closer, more intimate, more in love,” he sneered the words at her. “Get out.” He motioned at the doctor who quickly raced out of the room. He walked up to Essence, grabbed her by the arms and shoved her against the wall. “I do not like this side of you Essence. Stop fighting the inevitable.”

“f**k you,” she spat in his face.

“With great pleasure but not until I know he didn’t deposit HPV, chlamydia or gonorrhea in your cunt.”

Essence knew her eyes were bigger than pie plates at his blunt comment. He shook her and her head bounced off the wall behind her. Not hard but enough to tell her he meant business.

“I know my grandfather would not approve of this.”

“Your grandfather told me to do whatever the hell I needed to do to make you get in line. At this point if I took you to my private island and locked you up until you birthed the heir to his company, he isn’t going to bat an eyelash.”

He released her arms and dug his phone back out of his pocket, “sit.” He motioned to the bed. When she hesitated, he cursed under his breath, “don’t worry, Essence. I’m capable of many things but personally performing an STD panel isn’t one of them. Sit down and I will show you why I have concerns.”

She dragged her feet across the carpeted floor and sat on the edge of the bed eyeing him warily.

He scrolled through his phone for several minutes while she studied him through the veil of her eyelashes. His tongue was tucked behind his front teeth and through the gap between his two top front teeth she could see the pink tip of it. His cheekbones were a ruddy color as if he was furious and his eyes which focused on his phone were harder than she ever saw before.

“The first lover you took when you came to Australia was a decent bloke though a bit boring. He probably liked missionary best and when he was feeling adventurous let you ride him,” he snickered at her when he met her gaze and saw the pink on her cheeks. “Called it.”

“Shut up.”

“Too bad for you he couldn’t deal with the long-distance relationship when he was relocated to Melbourne.” He held up his phone, “did you know he married last month? She’s pregnant. They are incredibly happy.”

She looked away the tears she thought gone back and stinging her eyes. Hamish was the one she first slept with, the one she gave her virginity to and not eighteen months after they slept together, he was married to someone else and having a child. She cried over their breakup for a full six months before Aisha nearly kicked her butt for sulking and she’d met Monty.

“Monty, however, is a whole different ball of wax. His last girlfriend was a stripper and she liked threesomes. He and his business partner Jake also like to share. Did they share you?”

“No!” she turned her face back to him furious with him for even suggesting it.

“Good. It means less chances of you having something. For the record, Jake keeps his c**k wrapped in latex because he is the one who had a pregnancy scare in school. His high school sweetheart missed a couple of periods. Monty on the other hand got married at twenty-one, endured boring scheduled s*x based on an ovulation tracker and was forced to make his deposits to his wife’s hole until she realized it was pointless. He was divorced at twenty-four and has been on a p***y-bender ever since. You’re the first girl in a bit he’s been monogamous which is a compliment to you I suppose. However, prior to this, he f****d anyone who would let him. Thirty-six lovers in the last five years. That is seven point two lovers on average per year. This isn’t counting the ones his buddy Jake invited him to pound with him.”

“Why are you so crass?” she yelled at him. “I don’t care what his s****l history is because when he was with me it was only with me. Do you tell the women you sleep with your entire past history?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “The women I sleep with. Well, since my thirtieth birthday, there hasn’t been a woman I’ve slept with. See, I signed a prenup which would give you a substantial chunk of my life’s work and the legacy my father and grandfather left for me if I put my d**k in someone else.”

She lifted trembling fingers to accept the phone he was holding out to her and then the meaning behind his words crashed into her. “You haven’t slept –”

“No. Although my wife is a cheater who slept with two men while we were apart, I’ve been pure as the driven snow.”

“I am not your wife and I refuse to believe you pure as anything.”

“Mm, I’ll show you the documents when we get home. For now, you’ll have to trust me when I say we are indeed married.” He tilted his head to one side to observe her while she looked through the file, he’d gathered on Monty in the past seven days while plotting to take her. “I’ve been incredibly careful not to violate the conditions of the prenup. Have I gone to my club and watched? Sure, I have. Have I jerked off to others performing a scene? Absolutely. Have I touched a single woman in six years and ten months? No. I have not.”

“Men?” she couldn’t help herself asking as she tried to absorb the information she was reading. Monty did in fact date a lot of women and the details in the file were explicit. She was curious to know who Vadim hired to gather such information.

“I don’t swing that way, but I have no problem with men being close to me.”

She swallowed the large lump in her throat at the glaringly obvious hole in the file in front of her. “There isn’t a current medical file for Monty here.”

“Because he doesn’t have one. Ever since the doctor told him he shot blanks and his wife left him for it, he thinks all doctors are liars and out to scam him and ruin his life. He did quite love her, but it seems she only wanted his spawn. He was devastated and blamed the physicians for their downfall.” When she turned shocked eyes to his he lifted his hand in the air waving at the phone, “with the number of women he screws do you see now why I’m concerned?”

“He said he loves me.”

“I’m sure he does,” he didn’t deny it. “You’re quite loveable when you’re not being a total b***h. Not to mention you get really excited about shoddy s*x. Most men would be thrilled if they only needed to perform for two minutes, and it made their women happy.”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?”

“The s*x was good.”

“I saw the video. It wasn’t.”

“And you’re some kind of s****l savant?”

He laughed at her question. “I started f*****g at fourteen. I took my first sub when I was nineteen. I’ve been signing contracts with my partners since I was twenty-one. I haven’t taken a lover who has lasted more than a year with me but every solitary one of them would tell you proudly they were satisfied. I also have been running a b**m club I inherited at eighteen since I was twenty-five, which was twelve years ago. There isn’t a single thing other than letting a man f**k my ass or mouth, I haven’t tried at least once.”

“Jerk you off?” At the way he pulled his head back in surprise at her question she shrugged and looked back to the phone, “you said not a single thing.”

“You want to know? Fine. One of my lovers revealed a kink for watching two men. It wasn’t my thing, but I agreed to let a friend’s sub jerk me off while my lover and my friend both watched.”

Her heart rate was a completely new rhythm for her now. She was trying vigorously to get the image out of her head but all she could picture was him with his head thrown back while another man jerked him off while two other people watched.

“If you must know all the sordid details, I couldn’t come, and my lover needed to finish me by blowing me.”

“How is this all okay for you but you judge Monty?” She was furious with herself for indulging in the conversation.

“Because I would never, not in a million years, put the safety of the woman I am with at risk. As a dom, a true dom, the number one priority is keeping your sub safe. This includes her s****l, physical, and mental health. I would also, not in a million years coerce a woman the way he did you today making you feel you needed to f**k him despite you saying multiple times you were worried you would be late. Putting your job at risk puts you at risk. Unless he is willing to support you and provide you a lifestyle equivalent to or superior to the one you are living, he should not be disregarding the way you provide for yourself. The guy is a phony and makes men who truly are into the lifestyle look bad.”

“Oh.” She passed him back his phone wordlessly, unable to respond to his comments.

“Now, because he is a filthy bastard, you are going to undergo a s****l screening. The doctor is going to have everything taken to a lab I trust in Singapore, and we will have your test results back by the time we get to London.” He headed to the door, “no more yelling at my staff either, Essence. They treat you respectfully. Do the same.”

As he closed the door behind him with a quiet click it dawned on her despite all the words, he’d spoken to her in the last couple of hours and how frequently it felt she was being chastised, not once had he raised his voice. Why then did she fear him so much?