She relaxes. I wipe the tears away from her eyes. I figured now she would know I am not such a bad guy after all.
I couldn’t believe how she got me soft. Any other girl I would have taken her deep in the ass by now. But not Irina. I had to be gentle with her. I know it is not my place to be but I cannot help it. I lean behind her and whisper into her ears, "can I wash your hair?”.
She gasps. Her eyes widened in surprise. She asked, "why would you do that?" Because it's a nice thing to do and I would love to do it." I can't believe the effect this lady has on me shouldn't be doing this. As I rolled the soap all over her body around her curves . My cock started rising in my pants.
I was so hard, I fucking found it hard to concentrate. But then I thought, I have to win her trust. I have to get her to relax. I doubt getting her ready would be hard. But there is something about her that makes it hard to concentrate. She is like an angel, innocent and so beautiful.
I stare into her eyes for a moment, she stares back. Then I slid behind her and run my fingers through my hair.
She relaxes the moment my fingers glide through her long gorgeous locks.
“Oh it feels so good. Please don’t stop,” She cries out. I had no intentions of stopping. I continue massaging her hair
She closed her eyes and lets out a low moan.
I run the soap delicately over her beautiful body. I stay sliding the wet soap filled cloth all over her curves. Her hands are little sore from my grip. I massaged her hand.
I must say that I was impressed by her attempts to escape not many women would try this. Most women were also no walked. She's definitely feisty.
Once we were done with the shower I carried her out of it in my arms. Her beautiful soft skin looked even more delicate and soft. I placed her on the bed and toweled her dry. She stared at me and asked, "why are you doing this?" I didn't answer simply place the lotion over her body. She asked again” why?
"it's for my boss."
It was a bloody lie. It wasn't for Dimitri, it was because I wanted to do it. It was for me. She sighed and lowered her body onto the bed. I slid my fingers delicately along her curves.
From her toes through her inner thighs.
My finger brushed lightly on her nub. It took a lot to restrain myself. Because honestly in that moment, my pulsating cock had a mind of its own.
It surged in my pants. I slid my fingers further up her delicate curves brushing lightly on her breasts.
Once we were done with the shower and loosened up, I offered her something to eat. She took a bite out of the food and honestly I wanted to kiss her. I kept staring at the beautiful woman before me she asked why you looking at me that way. I said I can't help myself just their natural beauty. She smiled.
Then I added, "I was serious about what I said before dinner. Do not try to escape. Not only would it be detrimental to you . It will also hurt your father." She scoffed and dropped the fork.
She said, “What do I care about my father? He's the reason I am here."
I swallowed and said, “I know. Still, you have to realize Sergei is going to be a husband ,whether you like it or not. Plus he is been good to me. I would like to stay in his good books!”
She shook her head and said, “Is that the reason why you're doing all of this? Is that why you will not fuck me?" She then leaned forward and try reaching for my throbbing dick.
I slid her hands off me. Then I said, “Don't do that again. Besides this guy has a mind of his own."
She put her hands back on my thickness and asked, “And if I don’t?”
In that moment, a voice within me said just do it, just fuck her really hard and then she'll leave you alone. Get it over with Lars. You know you want to do it. You want to be inside of her tight walls. Your body wants her badly. so what's stopping you? At the very least you can take her in the derrière.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn’t.
It just wasn't happening. I slid her hands off once more and this time I said, “You must eat and that's it.”
Shocked by my firm voice, she lowered her gaze and continued eating. I felt bad but hey, it had to be done. She ate in silence while I watched.
“Are you just going to watch?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm well then watch away,” She muttered underneath her breath.
Irina
I tugged hard at the sheets wrapped around my wrists. I was not going to let him win. I don’t understand how a man would let his future wife be kept away like this? It did not seem right that Dimitri would let Lars do this to me. Lars might think he has me under wraps.
But let's just say I am a fighter. I don’t give up that easily. I tug harder on the binding wrapped around my wrist.Surprisingly it loosens and slides off. I strip the fabric off my hands. I gasp, shocked at how easy it came off.
How is that even possible? Did Lars know it would come off that easily? Did he plan it that way or was it a mistake? He did not look like the sort of man who would do anything without serious thought.
I guess, maybe he really wasn’t trying to keep me tied up. Then again, was this a game? No, he wouldn’t do that. I thought this might be my big break to get away. But then do I want to leave? No, I am unsure of what to do at this point.
I can’t believe I enjoyed his touch that much, I still craved him. I slid my hands out of the cloth and crouched at the corner of the bed. I closed my eyes and reminisced about his sensual touch.
Oh my, the memory is entrenched in my mind. It makes my walls crave him even more.
For some reason, I couldn't help but think about his masculine sexy musk. And how his fragrance was a crazy natural aphrodisiac.
I whispered underneath my breath: “Stop it, Irina. You shouldn't be thinking about things like this. This man is no good for you. After all, did you forget, he tied you up? He is loyal to Dimitri. That alone should stop you from even being turned on by him?
But it didn't it made me want him more.
I thought I was fearless now that the bindings were off my hands. But oh my God, would running away be worth it? If I do leave, I might never see sexy Lars again?
A voice within said no, why is that?
I really should find a way out of here.
Maybe I could go to the foreign country or something I start telling myself but where would I go?
I have never been out of the house, my entire life has been controlled by my father. Now he hands me over to Dimitri?
Prior to that incident, father was warm and caring. He often joked about my getting married someday to a neighbor's kid. But I had no idea that in the future, he would hurt my mother and worse, send his only child to a ruthless Dimitri?
But then Lars.
oh my God, I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about Lars, but I can't help it. There's just something about the Lars that makes me weak in the knees.
Why is it? Why do I feel this way? Thinking about him makes me wet. I fantasized about his firm muscular arms wrapped tight around my tiny petite frame.
I imagine him pushing up his hardness between my legs.
I pictured this and so much more.
My body starts to quiver.
I needed to release.
So what did I do?
I slide my fingers down into my throbbing pussy and start stroking apart my wet folds while wishing he would come back.