Zakhar

Chapter 8

Tabitha

I got my answer and that scared the hell out of me. No man had ever kissed me like that or made me so freaking aware of my own body. There was no waiting three months for sex. We both knew that. The sexual tension since that kiss was almost overwhelming. My mind and body were at conflict because I didn't like the man much, yet I knew from the start I was attracted to him. I just didn't know to what extent.

The conversation of our marriage moved naturally deciding on when and where. He'd obviously gotten my answer with the kiss as well and I just allowed him to take charge. That's what he did best, and I was weak for it, apparently.

Gosh, I couldn't believe I was finding such behavior enthralling. The idea of him taking me on the dining table almost gave me an orgasm. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on his voice.

"Tomorrow?" he was saying.

"For what?"

"To get married."

"That soon? I mean, I have a flight tomorrow evening …," I hesitated. "Moreover, I'd need to prepare things."

"I can provide all you need. Moreover, I wouldn't want to have to murder someone who tries to prevent this marriage, specifically your ex."

"Gary wouldn't…"

"Wouldn't he?" he countered. "Look, I know women want the fairytale stuff. We can do that later. The sooner we make this legal the better it is for both of us, especially me."

"You'd like to do this before your father passes."

He'd told me about his father earlier and I didn't want him to miss that opportunity. From what he told me, he'd followed his father's footsteps to take care of the business and neglected building his own family. I knew this wasn't a normal marriage, so I didn't have any fantasy about it. Linda wouldn't mind not being here and there was no one else I'd like to be with me.

"I'm going home this weekend, and I would like you with me."

"Okay, let's do it," I agreed. "But I'll need to fly back to the US right after."

"How soon after can you join me in Russia?"

That I wasn't sure of. "We have a financial situation in the company that I'll have to deal with."

"I can help with that."

"No, I'd like to deal with this on my own."

I got the feeling that this might be the last time I did anything on my own, which wasn't a bad thing. Doing things alone was what got me here in the first place. I guess I needed to assert my independence before I married Zakhar as I didn't know what to expect. Or perhaps I feared the worse.

Why am I doing this? The question played over in my head. You're doing this because it will be a great fit. Stop doubting this.

"If you need me, just call. You have my private numbers."

"Will do."

"Will a week suffice? I can delay my departure."

"No," I responded. "I'll fly over in a few days."

"That's good," he smiled again, making my heart flutter. "Oh, I have something for you. One of your wedding gifts."

" One of my wedding gifts?"

Reaching into his briefcase he took out a rectangular gift wrapped in gold paper and pushed it across the table.

"What's this?"

"Let me know if you like it. If not, I can have it replaced."

Fumbling to open it, my hand shook as I tore off the wrapper revealing a black velvet box that was indicative of something containing jewelry. There was a logo on it that seemed familiar. I opened it and my breath caught. It was the most beautiful diamond necklace with a sapphire pendant.

"I can't accept this!"

"You will wear it when we get married."

I snapped the lid shut and pushed it over. "That is too much. I have jewelry I can wear tomorrow."

"You're marrying me. I'd like to believe I can spoil the woman who will become my wife."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you never been spoilt by a man?"

I reached for my water and took a sip, then set the glass down gently. "I have had to work hard for everything I have."

"Tabitha. Let me spoil you a little, huh?"

"You don't know me. It's not like this is a love marriage."

Another graceful smile blessed his face. "We'll see."

So that was it. My marriage to a man I just met would be less than a day away. We ended dinner on a cordial note, and he took me back to my hotel in his car. We rode the way in silence while he pored over documents he needed for work. I liked that there was no small talk. In fact, Zakhar didn't do such nonsense, as he would put it. The silence gave me time to observe him some more and I came to know that he pinched his chin during intense concentration, and narrowed his eyes when he seem to make a decision.

When the car arrived, I was surprised that he got out as well and walked me inside. As we passed through the lobby, the clerk greeted him directly with a bow and ask if he was checking into his room. He declined.

"You have a room here?" I asked.

"The penthouse suite is permanently reserved for me here."

"Aaah, I should have known," I nodded. "Why don't you stay the night. We can get to know each other some more, without your staff watching."

He declined. "That's not a good idea."

"Silly me. You might have other plans."

"I don't."

That stung a little. "Oh."

He must have seen my smile disappear because his response had my pulse ticking aggressively. "If I stay, I cannot guarantee you'll be safe."

We'd moved to the elevator where he was watching my every move. "I'm not a little girl who's afraid of the big bad wolf, you know. I was the one who originally suggested this."

"That was two hours ago, things have changed."

He moved closer. I knew things were different than when I walked into that restaurant. We both couldn't get that kiss off our minds. I hadn't had a man in ages and he … well, he could have any woman he wanted, including me. Yes, including me. Every minute spent with this tyrant was making my pussy walls pulsate with need.

"Have you any idea what I want to do you this minute?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "From the moment we bumped into each other?"

" You bumped into me , remember?"

"I want to do more than just bump you. How about I thrust you up against this wall, spread your legs and sup your sweet nectar."

He advanced some more, causing me to retreat, my back pressed against the hard metal surface of the elevator. I swore I wet my panties. The way he was looking at me, his voice and words caught me in a trap. I couldn't move.

He wasn't done with me, he leaned in closer, our lips almost touching. "I will have your sweet little pussy choke holding my thick cock before you know it, so you better be sure what you wish for."

Bravely I countered, "You better make sure to actually choke me while I fucking come!"

That was not me, I swear, it wasn't something I would normally say. But it was said, and I had to live by it. The lift stopped and Zakhar grabbed my hand and pulled me out when the doors opened. I hadn't noticed we were inside the penthouse suite, but what the heck, here we were. By the time I took a deep breath and began to exhale, his jacket was tossed on the sofa, and he was loosening his tie.

So, things were accelerating too fast, and I didn't know if I wanted to cut the speed. This wasn't a one-night stand, I told myself. This was my fiancé who said he wanted to spoil me. We were going to have sex eventually anyway, so I decided this was just our test run. I could walk away if we weren't compatible.

Setting my purse down on the end table I kicked off my shoes. "Where is the powder room. I need to freshen up."

"Through there."

The suite must have had a powder room for guests as well as a second bedroom, but he directed me to the master bathroom. I changed out of my dress and put on a robe I saw hanging on a hook. When I returned, he was on the phone for room service.

"I ordered you some wine," he informed me.

I pointed at the sidebar. "There's lots of wine over there."

"You don't like Chardonay. The Rosé will be here in a minute."

"How'd you know that's my favorite?"

He poured bourbon in a lowball glass and picked it up. "I told you, I know everything about a company I'm about to acquire."

"You've got to stop doing that, especially with me. And I told you, I'm not a company," I crooned as I opened my robe. "I'm a woman."

He set the glass down and was in front of me within a second. "Yes, you're all woman."

"I don't need wine right now," I whispered.

His eyes swept over my satin panties and matching bra. I had a little pouch around the waist area, but which woman didn't. My thighs were thick, black woman thickness, firm and smooth. My breasts were full and heavy, a little bigger than I'd like but they were mine and I owned them.

"This is the woman you'll be marrying tomorrow," I warned. "One chance to change your mind now."

"Fuck, you're one sexy vixen."

His hand gently brushed over my breast and down my belly. I tipped onto my toes and kissed his cheek. He pulled me up to his body and wrapped both arms around my waist, then lifted me as though I weighed nothing and took me into the bedroom.

He laid me gently onto the bed and eased himself up to take his clothes off. I watched him wrangle from his shirt and kick off his shoes. His biceps moved when he unbuckled his belt. In fact, all the muscles in his chest gyrated as he removed his pants and socks.

I opened my thighs and parted my panties, rubbing my clit as I watched him. The man was a beautiful creature with impeccably defined muscles. I wouldn't have been human if I wasn't turned on by his nakedness.

My eyes dropped to his dick, and I gasped as a rush of fluid escaped me. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the pillows enjoying my masturbation. Something warm and wet touched my clit and my eyes flew open. Zakhar was between my thighs feasting on my juices and I was there for it. The juices were flowing, and he was licking up every drop, making me more turned on than anything.

"I want that dick inside me," I blurted out.

I wasn't usually this sexually vocal, but I couldn't help myself. Perhaps it was all the lack luster sex I'd had before, or the torment I went through with my ex. I wasn't about to settle for less than what I wanted.

I eased up and flipped over, spreading my ass cheeks for him. It occurred to me then that he might have thought I wanted anal, but I just pushed my ass backward, inviting his dick to join me.

Reaching under, I reached for my clit and continued to rub, waiting for him. He left the bed and came back wearing a condom. I hadn't even thought of that, but I was impressed.

He slapped my ass when he entered the bed, then ran his finger along my crack. He than slapped my ass with his dick and fingered my pussy.

Zakhar

I entered her hot wet pussy and gritted my teeth as she closed around me tightly. I feared I might come about them as I hadn't had sex in months.

"Fuck, your pretty little pussy is so tight," I grunted.

Shit, my dick throbbed fiercely as I slid in and out of her. My entire body was on edge as waves of pleasure rushed through me. I did my best to hold it in for her, but her pussy was sucking me in.

She gripped me as she curved her back, and buried her face in the pillow. It was then I recalled her telling me to choke her when she came. I wrapped my large hand around her throat and squeezed as she moaned loudly, coating my cock with her thick cum.

I pumped harder, driving deeper into her. My ejaculation was explosive as I squirted my milt into the condom. I wish it was into her, but this was only our first encounter as I was sure there would be many more to come.