EroticReverie

Audrey

I wasn't sure of what Russian mobsters did in their spare time. I knew they werent normal rich people, they didn't go to charity events or galas, or did they? I had no clue, but I was currently dressed in a lavender off shoulder gown, which had my tits pressed in tight as hell, and the top of the dress showed off everything above my nipple, and with the wrong movement, maybe even some of that. The gown loosened at the waist and flowed out down to the floor, with a slit up one side, all the way to my hip. Which I didn't mind currently, cause I was leaning back in the towen car with two of Maksim's fingers pumping into me. 

"You look so damn good in this dress Lavender" he whispers in my ear. He told me wouldnt kiss, cause he didnt want to ruin my make up. I wanted to say fuck my makeup and shove my tongue down this mans throat.

I cry out, one hand lifting and I slap it to the ceiling of the town car as I cum on his fingers and he chuckles quietly in my ear and groans. 

"Feel better now?" he asks smugly as his hand slips out from the side of my dress and he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks one finger, eyeing me as I pant looking at him and lick my lips. 

"Did you want some?" he asks with a smirk and holds out his glossy finger to me and I lift my hand and shove it away.

"You are such an asshole" I exhale and he chuckles. 

I'm panting as the car comes to a stop outside an large estate, several other cars coming in and driving around the enormous cul de sac, being dropped off. 

"what is this?" I ask. The same question I've been asking, and him not answering me any of the fifty times I asked before. 

"You'll see" he says and smiles and takes my hand lifting it to his mouth and kisses my knuckles. 

"Come on beautiful." he says with a smile and I want to roll my eyes and he knows it. 

He lifts a brow waiting for it. 

I dont give him the satisfaction.

"Good girl." he says with a smirk and I narrow my eyes at him.

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"I can feel my tits in my throat Maksim" I say at his choice of my dress as we walk up the steps to the front of the estate, several guards in place, along the stairs, along the front of the estate at the top and around the perimeter. 

"And i'll be feeling them in my mouth later." he says and I look at him and he turns his head as we reach the top step and I just shake my head at him and he laughs. 

A tall bulky man notices Maksim and throws his hands up exclaiming something in Russian and he walks over with excitement on his face and takes Maksims hand, Maksims other hand slipping behind me casually and pulling me into his side. 

Looking around I see far less women than I do men, and I realize instantly that I am the only female not wearing all black. Sticking out like a sore thumb among a bunch of people I don't know. Fantastic. Thank you Maksim. I make a mental note to yell at him later. People inside the door notice the comotion the man makes as he speaks loudly, still in Russian as Maksim just gives him a closed mouth smile and nods and talks back to him in Russian. More fantastic news. Apparently I was going to be the only non Russian speaker here. The only phrases I knew were. "Good girl" "Fuck" "Pretty little pussy" and "my wife".  I was pretty sure I wouldn't have any instance tonight where I would be able to use those. 

The man I don't know gestures to me and says something and Maksim nods speaking back to him in Russian and looking at me , and the smile on his face cracks open, those shining white teeth showing. My smile. Only I get the teeth.  

"Samuil, this is Audrey, my fiance." Maksim says. 

"Audrey this is Samuil, he's my..uh business partner." Maksim says and I just nod and Samuil reaches out to take my hand and Maksim lift a hand in front of me and holds it there, stopping him. 

Maksim mutters something in Russian to Samuil who nods and looks at me.

"Sorry" he nods at me and Maksim, and he looks at Maksim. "I meant no disrespect." 

My brows pinch. Disrespect? I thought he was going to shake my hand. 

Samuil gives an awkward smile and nods as Maksim just stands there and then he turns around and walks back inside. 

"What was that?" I whisper as I look at Maksim. "What did you say to him?"

"I told him if he wanted to keep his hand, then he would keep it to himself." Maksim says and I give a small laugh and he looks at me and cocks a brow. 

"I think he wanted to shake my hand. Not grope me." I say, looking at him like he's ridiculous.

Maksim turns slightly, leans down and brings his mouth to my ear. 

"Your hand is as much mine as that wet pussy between your legs Lavender. Nobody touches what's mine." he says with a slight growl in his voice, and fuck me , I get lightheaded and know that him getting feral over a handshake should be a turn off, but nope, not me, I was ready to to get down on my knees and suck his cock just to show my devotion in return. 

"Every part of you.." he says and his hand lifts, he runs the back of his finger down the side of my arm and my nipples press against the fabric of my dress. "Belongs to me." 

"Any man lays a fucking finger on what belongs to me...he'll soon regret it." he says and I nod and I can feel him smile slightly against my ear. He places a kiss below it, then pulls back. 

As soon as we step all the way in, Maksim is immediately crowded by men, by some women and I watch as he shakes hands with each one, even with some of the women. I hold onto his arm casually , not letting my hands be free enough to seem worth shaking. I wasnt ready to watch a man get his hand lopped off. 

Men and women congratulated me with thick Russian accents, the only people I recognized were those that worked in the house. Oksana, Jelena and Mika, the housekeepers were there, Yana the chef, Galina and Luiza his assistants, who were currently being flirted with by two big blonde Russian men. 

Most changed to English when they realized Maksim's soon to be wife couldnt speak their tongue. I noticed the disapproving stares of some when they realized I wasn't Russian. They quickly schooled their faces , but not for my sake, for their own. They knew Maksim well enough apparently to know, he wouldnt stand to have anyone judge me, or judge him for being engaged to an outsider. Which was I what I felt like, no matter how nice a few of the women seemed.  

I quickly learned after a few minutes, and a few congratulations on our engagement, that, I was currently at my own engagement party. It was overwhelming, and I was unprepared and I felt like the center of attention for all the wrong reasons. I wasnt the bride to be, I was the American, the purple haired girl, in the purple dress, looking like a carnival side show compared to all the other women dressed in less revealing gowns.  I wasn't feeling well as I let my mind catapault imagined insults. I imagined the older Russian women shaking their fingers in my face yelling at me for stealing Maksim from their daughters. 

"Maks..."I say when I lose my breath and hold my hand to my abdomen and he turns. His hands immediately grabbing my arms and I look up at him. 

"I can't" I try to inhale, feeling like I can't get enough air in , and this stupid, stupid fucking dress. 

"breathe" I finish, and he quickly takes my hand and pulls me through the room, and down a hall and I hyperventilate under the stares of the people we pass, and he pulls me into a room, flicking on a light, and I place my hands on the door.

"Take it off" I beg. 

"What?" he asks, concerned, hovering near me, his hand stroking my back.

"The dress!" I yell. 

"take it off" I cry. 

"Lavender" he says my name as he unzips me, unhooking the the clasp at the top and I suck in a huge breath as I pull my arms out of the off shoulder straps and push it down. 

"Audrey" he says as I strip myself down, and take breath after breath. 

"I'm sorry" I cry, and close my eyes, feeling the first tear slip and stopping myself as he takes me, turning me and pulling me into his chest.

"Lavender" he hushes me. "tell me" 

"I couldnt breathe" I hiccup and he holds me tighter. 

"I couldnt fucking breathe" I cry. 

"shhhh" he hushes me and then pulls back and cups my face. 

"no tears love" he says and kisses me, and kisses me again, and slowly, his mouth calms me and I pull back. 

"I'm sorry for making a scene, and I know that this is an egagement party for us, but...I dont know any of these people...Im the only person here that doesnt know Russian outside of the few phrases I know in the bedroom" I say looking around, at nothing really, just letting my eyes fly around the room as I rant. 

"And I'm the only one dressed like a fucking unicorn, and the women hate me, they hate me Maksim! Do you see the looks on their faces when they learn I'm not Russian!" I raise my voice and he grabs me again and shuts me up with another kiss.

"Calm down Lavender, you're getting yourself worked up" he says and I shake my head. 

"No im not" I argue, even though I am. 

"You could have...you could have given me a heads up" I say and push at his chest to push myself away from him, but he pulls me right back. 

"Dont you push me away" he says and his hand comes up behind my neck and he grabs it as he leans down and brings his mouth to mine. 

"You never...ever...push me away from you" he says.

"Im mad" I argue.

"Dont fucking care. Be mad" he says and grabs me by my ass and is picking me up out of the pool of fabric at our feet and he carries me to a long table in the middle of the study.

"I can't be made if you're doing this." I say as he gently pushes my shoulder back as he kisses me and makes me leans back on my hands. 

"That's the point Lavender." he says and then nods to me. 

"Lay down" he says and I bite my lip but do as I'm told. 

He pushes me up a little , and bends over , kissing my stomach. 

"Allow me to apologize to my fiance" he says, as I watch his mouth trail down my stomach, and watch his beautiful face bury itself between my legs.