Arranged Bratva Love

Adelaide

I think we’re watching a porn film.

Curled up on the sofa, I’m acutely aware of my husband, especially as the couple on screen are … well, there’s no doubt about it, the guy is fucking her, or at least it looks like he is. They had been having sex all throughout the movie, and the truth is, I wanted Andrei. I pressed my thighs together, hoping to stop the ache that had started to build between them.

Our honeymoon was nearly over, and the past week had been a dream. Waking up to Andrei, making love into the morning, then of course we’d made love throughout the day. I always got the sense that he was holding back.

The couple on the screen was not holding back. Glancing down at his crotch, I saw that he was aroused. I enjoyed making love. I loved it when Andrei touched me. My body came alive under his touch.

Pressing my legs together, I tried not to think about my own needs, and instead watched the movie, but there was no actual storyline. A couple just having sex, arguing, fighting, making up, and then when I saw his hand dive between her legs, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Even as every part of my mind was screaming at me not to do this, I found myself straddling my husband.

My hands on his shoulders, Andrei held my ass and smiled up at me. This man had a sexy smile. I’d not seen it before, but on the island, he’d let me see another side to him, and the truth was I liked this man. I didn’t mind the Andrei back on dry land, but this one was different. He was more playful. I knew it was because no one was around to see him. He was safe here. We were both safe. No one knew where we were other than Ivan.

“What’s the matter, Adelaide?” he asked.

“Do you miss fucking random women?”

This made him frown.

“Not what I was expecting,” he said.

“Have you been with other women since we’ve been married?” I’m not sure if I want to know the answer to that question but since I already asked, I don’t see a point in backing down now. What if he says yes? I’m almost terrified of what he’s going to say, but I wait, expecting the worst.

“What is this about?” he asked.

Was that a yes? Did he not want to tell me the truth?

“You make love to me and you’re kind and gentle. Bethany said-”

“Enough with fucking Bethany,” he said, growling out the word. His grip on my ass tightens. “I was never with her. I never put my dick inside her. Bethany doesn’t know what I like in the bastard bedroom, and she never will. I’ve also not been with any other woman since we’ve been married, Adelaide.”

He’s angry but even as he snarls the words at me, I can’t help but be a little bit happy.

“You’ve not been with any other woman?” I asked.

“Do you want me to repeat it in Russian?” he asked.

I shake my head. There’s no point. I didn’t understand any other language. “My mom warned me that you might take on other women. That I might not be good enough for you, and that I should consider that a blessing.”

“For fuck’s sake. What is it with your parents? Your mother doesn’t know me. She will never fucking know me.” He lets go of my ass but this time he seems to be massaging the cheeks. I like it.

“So…” I press my pussy against his length. “You don’t want it rough?”

“Adelaide, are you wanting to be taken, to be fucked, to feel my cock pounding inside you?”

I sink my teeth into my lip, not sure if I could speak those words. Could I? Did I? I was so confused. Instead of saying a single word, I nod my head. I’m aroused. I enjoy making love, but I know there’s more to be had.

“I … I don’t want you to go to anyone else,” I said.

This creates another frown.

Dropping my hands from his shoulders, I feel like a fool. I shouldn’t have done this, but since being on our honeymoon I’d come to realize a couple of things. I liked Andrei. Not because he was attractive, but when he wasn’t having to be a brigadier, he was a lot of fun to be around. I loved swimming with him, playing chess, even cooking with him. He hates tofu, but is more than happy to cook it with me. He doesn’t mind taking long walks down the beach with me, holding my hand, basking in the moonlight. He’s actually a nice guy. Don’t get me wrong, I know he’s not just a nice guy. The ink on his body told its story.

The never-ending list of scars that I saw looking past the ink. Even if I stroke his body, the ink can’t hide the ridges and scars. There is one that does make me curious, but there was no way he could be that homeless man from the time I volunteered at the hospital. I’d taken a small first aid course as I was trying to figure out what to do with my life. My father, fed up with my nagging, arranged for me to have a work experience week with them.

I discovered I loved helping people, but all that blood and death was too much. I’d not pursued medicine. Shaking off the memory, I brought my focus back to Andrei.

“Adelaide, I’m not a mind reader. Tell me what you want.”

Would it be that simple?

He’d laugh in my face. Men could do whatever the hell they wanted. He was Bratva. No one, not even his wife, got the choice. What did I have to lose? I was his wife. He could beat me but Andrei hadn’t raised a hand to me. I wasn’t afraid of him, at least not anymore.

“I don’t want you to sleep with any other woman.” I already knew about the brothels the Bratva owned. The women who were bought and sold. There was always going to be parts of his life that I didn’t agree with. I couldn’t change them. Taking his hand, I place it against my breast, not sure if this is the right way to go about what I want. “I only want you to have me,” I said.

Even as I speak the words, I sound selfish. Is it wrong to want my husband to myself? To not share him with another woman? What if he had a mistress? A woman he was already in love with.

Andrei let go of my breast and I honestly thought he had someone, that this conversation was useless, but he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down so that our gazes were on equal level.

“Adelaide Belov, there is no other woman. There is no one else I want.” His lips brush against mine. “You are the only woman I want, and the only one I will ever have.”

His words shock me.

Kissing him back, I cup his face. “Then take me however you want me. I don’t want you to be afraid. I’m not going to be scared, Andrei.” The time for being afraid has long since passed. There is no reason to fear this man. We’ve been married over seven months now, and other than a few cruel words and being ignored, he’s not hurt me.

“Oh, Adelaide, you have no idea what your words could do to a man.” His hands glide down my back and he tenses, tearing the negligee from my body with such ease. I never wear any panties for bed and as his hands go to my ass, I sigh. His touch always feels so good.

It’s shocking to me that at one point, I actually felt afraid of him. Bethany’s power over me is over. I won’t be afraid of anyone else, especially not her.

“But, I am going to be the only man that ever knows this.” His fingers wrap around my neck and he tightens his hold, not enough to cut off air, but firm enough that I know he’s the one in charge.

He pulls me close, smashing our lips together. So powerful as our teeth clash. My hands go to his shoulders and he breaks the kiss, tutting.

“No, arms above your head.”

I frown but do as he said, lifting my hands above my head.

Andrei leaned back, his gaze still on my breasts, and when his hands graze across my flesh, I gasp. He withdraws. “I want your eyes on me.”

I open them up as he touches me. It’s so good. I can’t stop myself from wriggling against his hard cock. I’m so wet already.

Andrei lets go of my tits, sliding his hands around my body going to my ass. “I don’t know what I love more. Your tits or your ass. Both are more than a handful. Your pussy goes without question, Adelaide. So tight and wet. Are you wet for me right now?” he asked.

“Yes.” There’s no point in lying.

I’m aroused and I want his touch. I’ve never felt like this before.

“Good, show me.” I’m about to ask him how when he instructs me. “I want you to lie down on the coffee table, spread those pretty legs open wide, and then hold your pussy open so I can see you.”

My face is so hot. His words should humiliate me, but they don’t. I like this side of him.

Hearing Anna speak to Eric the other week had gotten me thinking about my and Andrei’s sex life. I didn’t want it to be boring.

Nibbling my lip, I look at the wooden coffee table. I’m not sure Ivan would appreciate me breaking it.

“Do you think it would hold me?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t think it.”

His voice is deep, with an edge to it, almost as if he is close to losing control. Is that because of me? I sit down on the table and stare at him, waiting. Slowly, I lean back, getting comfortable, lifting my feet onto the table, spreading my legs. I’m nervous but aroused, and I’m more curious to see what Andrei is going to do.

“Very nice,” he said, standing up.

He’s wearing sweatpants, and I hate to say it, but he even makes the baggy clothes look sexy. Who could have thought sweatpants would be sexy? I sure didn’t.

Andrei pulls his shirt up over his head, throwing it onto the floor, and then shoves his pants down. He’s not wearing any boxers and so his cock springs out. He’s long and thick.

I can’t look away as he grips himself, tight and firm. He slides his hand up and down the length, and I wonder what he’d taste like in my mouth.

Licking my lips, I return his gaze. “I’d like to suck you,” I said.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He growled, stepping forward. His hand is going to the back of my neck and moving close, within touching distance. His other hand is wrapped around the base of his dick, and he’s holding it for me.

“Then have a taste,” he said.

I press my tongue to the head and withdraw. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing everything right.”

Wrapping my lips around the head of his dick, I suck him into my mouth and draw him in.

“Oh, fuck!”

I stopped. “What?”

“Your mouth shouldn’t feel so good.”

I can’t help but smile, putting my mouth back on his cock and sucking him in, tasting him.

Humming around his length, I start to bob my head, loving how he fills my mouth, but suddenly he pulls out and his lips consume mine. His tongue plunges inside and I meet him, tasting him, wanting to deepen the kiss.

Andrei pulls away again, and this time he kisses down my body until he gets to my pussy, and then his tongue dances across my clit. I gasp, saying his name, repeating it, as he strokes over the pleasured bundle of nerves. It’s so intense, I can’t think straight, not that I want to. He feels amazing.

He goes down to my entrance and plunges inside, repeatedly, but it’s not enough. Andrei knows what my body wants and needs, and he brings me to orgasm, sharply, quickly, but he’s not done with me.

Andrei moves me so that I’m on my knees. He grabs my ass, spreading the cheeks wide, and he lets out a groan. I gasp as he gives my ass a slap, and then he’s balls-deep inside my pussy. From this angle he feels harder than ever before, hitting right to the hilt where it’s almost too painful, but so damn good.

His hands go to my hips, holding me in place, keeping me there as he starts to pound harder and faster.

I know I’m close to orgasm again, and he pulls out, and then we’re back to where we started, where I’m straddling his waist. Only this time, he’s inside me and I’m gripping his shoulders as he tells me exactly what to do. I’m riding him, fucking his cock, enjoying every single second of pleasure, and I don’t want it to end.

Andrei licks his fingers, moves them between my thighs, and starts to play with my pussy.

I’m so close that all it takes is a few strokes and I’m coming, screaming his name. He follows me, his hands digging into my hips as he floods my pussy. I feel every single pulse as he comes, and I wonder if we are going to make another child together.