Dom Vadim's Vow

Seven Years Later

Seven years later

Essie exited the bathroom and smiled at the man laying on her bed, his arms tucked behind his head as he read a book.

“You look quite comfortable. When did you get here?”

“Ten minutes ago. You were singing away in the shower, and I was enjoying the concert.”

“Very funny,” she laughed as she shook her head and moved to the closet to get a dress out. “What are you reading?”

“You left a book here on your nightstand. I didn’t know you were into such things?”

She chuckled, “the museum was gifted a collection from a private curator. She passed away and her children stumbled across it. I was tasked with finding out all the information I can.”

“Ancient s*x toys?”

“I know. Weird but quite interesting. Did you know Prince Albert, Queen Victoria’s husband was rumored to have a piercing on his p***s which is in fact why it’s named after him.”

“He pierced his d**k?”

She chuckled as Monty grasped his balls through his trousers and squeezed them protectively. “Apparently it helped relieved the pain of his curved d**k or alternatively he used the piercing to hold his junk up in his trousers. Either way, it was supposedly helpful for him.”

“I think it would hurt like a bitch.”

“Agreed, however the collection I have has an intimate piercing collection, including jewelry used by aristocracy in the eighteen and early nineteen hundreds.”

“Nope,” Monty shook his head. “This is just weird.”

“Not nearly as weird as the huge monstrosity of a torturous looking device which according to the book in your hand was meant to cure women of hysteria. They literally would f**k a woman they deemed hysterical until she was quiet again in the presence of nurses and doctors with the worst kind of contraption you can find. Tell me some husband who was into watching didn’t create this shit.”

Monty approached her as she dropped her towel to pull an evening gown over her head. He cupped her breasts and kissed the curve of her neck, “don’t cover up yet. I’ve been out here reading about kinky ancient devices while you’ve been in the shower and my imagination is running overdrive.” He ground his hardened shaft encased in his trousers across her backside. “Come on Essie.”

“We’ll be late,” her protests were half-hearted. His fingers were tweaking her n*****s as he massaged her flesh, grinding behind her. He sucked deep on her neck, and she whimpered.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Where’s the fun in that? We can wait until later when we can take our time.” She was barely protesting.

He slid his hand down her belly towards her freshly shaved mound and stroked his palm over it, sliding his fingers along her slit.

“I’ll be efficient and quick,” he chuckled as her butt pushed back on his hips. His fingers started stroking the little nub he exposed when he pulled her flesh apart. Her whine made him nip at her neck. “You’re so sexy Essie. Let me make you feel good.”

He pushed her forward until her hands gripped the vanity tightly. Kicking her legs apart, he dropped to his knees and began eating her from behind. His tongue drew between her folds while his hands held her cheeks apart.

It was lewd and lascivious and in keeping with all the studying she’d been doing the last week on the new collection, right on par with what she needed. He plunged fingers inside her while his moustache and beard scraped her flesh. He made loud slurping noises as he flushed a quick orgasm out of her, easily playing with her body the way he learned over the last six months. She was panting heavily when he rose to back to his feet, the tear of his zipper opening music to her ears. They really needed to hurry.

“f**k me, Monty,” she begged as she arched her ass up high.

He slid into her folds in a quick thrust.

“Touch yourself babe,” he ordered her as he began thrusting in a frantic pace. Her entire vanity wobbled as she held on with one hand while she let her other hand toy with her now swollen clit. He was pounding her now with such ferocity he was lifting her off her feet while his hands gripped her hips. “I’m not going to last long. Tell me when you’re close, baby and we’ll come together.”

“Monty,” she wailed his name as he f****d her passionately. One of his hands released her hip and he gripped her breast squeezing it roughly. It was like he was reading her mind about how rough she needed it right now. Pinching, pulling, gripping, she milked his c**k, squeezing him as tight as she could when her orgasm ripped through her.

When he pulled out of her, hot c*m shooting up her back, she tried not to react negatively. He never came inside her. One pregnancy scare with a girl in senior secondary school, and he was super vigilant, despite her being on birth control. He smeared it onto her ass.

“Don’t wash it off.” He ordered hotly in her ear. “I want you to think of my come on you while we’re out tonight. Think of how f*****g hot the last ten minutes was all night and then when we get back here tonight, I’ll f**k you in the bed over there until the neighbors call the cops from all the screaming you do.”

She giggled at his hot words turning to face him and leaning in to kiss him. Their tongues tangling as the product of her own orgasm slipped down her thighs.

“Fine but you have to keep me on your c**k,” she looked down to his semi flaccid length now coated in her juices. “Tit for tat.”

He leaned forward and licked her n****e, “I like t**s for tat.”

She giggled and then moaned as he suckled at her. “Monty, we’re going to be so late.”

“I don’t think I can stop,” he grunted, hoisting her up in his arms and carrying her towards the bed. “I only got to f**k you from behind. Now I need to do it from the front.”

“Monty,” she didn’t want to protest but this was a work party and the director of the museum where she was working specifically requested her presence there. He slid back into her, and her eyes rolled backwards. “How are you hard already?”

“Have you seen your body, babe? It’s f*****g magic.” He began thrusting again, his hands gripping her breasts. Her entire bed was sliding sideways as he pushed against it with his thighs.

The second time around, he was taking longer to come, and she was becoming more and more concerned of the time but each protest he would slap her n*****s, stick a finger in her mouth or threaten to f**k her mouth to keep her quiet.

“I’m f*****g my woman,” he uttered possessively, “if we’re late, we’re late. Every single man in the place will know why we’re late because they will know there is now way on earth, I could control myself. You have a magic p***y, Essie. I can’t get enough of it.” He was guttural and growly as he thrust into her.

She wanted to grab her phone and check the time but knew it would throw him off and she needed him to finish. She closed her eyes and focused her attention on tightening her walls around him, knowing he loved it when she did. His shout of pleasure as he suddenly pulled from her and his c**k spasmed all over her belly made her grateful she knew what he liked. He pulled away and stared down at her and she gave him a sleepy smile.

“Let’s cancel and stay in. I want to do more.”

“Monty,” she protested. “I can’t. I have to go. My boss insisted.”

“Fine but I may need to pull you away at some point to suck my cock.”

His filthy tongue and high s*x drive was part of why she was so attracted to him. He’d cornered her in a bar one night when she was out with her best friend Aisha. Within an hour they’d been in the alley behind the bar, and he’d been making her come hard and fast. Six months later he was no less satisfied after quickies than he was their first night. She hadn’t been a virgin, but nothing prepared her for his level of attention. Once he even showed up at a girls’ night out, waited in a stall, f****d her until she was barely able to stand and then sent her back to dance with her Aisha. The man did love his quickies.

She questioned if it was a form of addiction to fast and risky s*x, but he swore it was only an addiction to her. Once she walked in on a conversation where a girl was hitting on him, and he bluntly told the other woman he wasn’t interested because he had the best f**k of his life waiting for him in the other room. She should have been insulted by the description of her, yet she’d been so pleased she’d followed him to the bathroom and blew him, swallowing every drop of him for making her feel so safe in their newly formed relationship.

“Come on beautiful. You get dressed and I’ll call the uber. You’ll have to do your makeup in the car.”

Thankfully, she never wore much so she didn’t bother to argue.

He kissed her one more time and then frowned at her, “actually, don’t put too much makeup on. I like this rosy hued look you got going on. Everyone will know why you’re late if you go in like this. I like the idea they will all know you’re mine.”

She laughed and sidestepped him, “get out of here.”

He grabbed his phone and ordered their rideshare. “You have six minutes.”

And with that, she was in panic mode.