I remove my hand from her back. I promised not to touch her tonight. “You have to let go of your dress, Irina. Let go of it. You need to change into your nightgown for the evening.”
“I can’t move.”
I press my lips to her ear. “Yes, you can.”
She jumps slightly but then seems to relax closer into me. Interesting. Slowly, she lets her dress go and it falls to the floor. She doesn’t have a bra on since I didn’t provide her one but I was kind and provided underwear. I would have loved for Irina to be fully bare under her wedding dress but I also didn’t want to push her too far.
She covers her bare breasts.
“You don’t have to hide your body from me.”
“Can you blame me?”
I only smirk. “You can put the nightgown on.” It takes everything inside of me not to touch her. I could make her feel so fucking good. But I know Irina has been through a lot recently so I’ll be patient. Besides, it will be sweeter this way.
She rushes to the nightgown on the bed and slips it on, which is a disappointing sight but it is what it is. I’ll have Irina in time.
She’s goes still again, clearly unsure of what to do. Her eyes dart back and forth from me to the bed like me and the bed are both monsters that are going to bite her. I know the bed won’t but I might.
“You can get in. Get some sleep. I’ll change into something more comfortable as well.” I take my jacket and tie off. Irina watches me with wariness which turns into panic when I take my shirt off.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Undressing.” I throw my shirt onto the floor. “I usually sleep naked.”
“Naked?” she squeaks.
“Have you ever seen a naked man before? I know you’re innocent. A virgin.”
“So why ask the question then?” She turns her back to me as I unzip my pants.
“You could have seen pictures online. Or somewhere else.” If her dad lied to me about her being a virgin, I’ll be pissed. I want to be her first. I want to awaken her to all the pleasure she can experience.
“No,” she says. “My dad controlled what I was allowed to see on the internet. I never knew how to get past it.”
“So, you did try?”
Her shoulders tense. “Sometimes I was tired of being controlled all the time.”
“So you wanted to be a little rebellious then.”
“But I never succeeded. My dad’s control on me was too strong.”
“Well, he doesn’t have control over you anymore.”
“But you do.”
I shove my pants down and keep my underwear in place. I don’t need to scare Irina by showing her my cock.
After walking around to face her, I place my finger under her chin and tilt her face up to me. “I am your husband now, so yes, I do have some control over you. I expect respect and I’ll give it in return. But I have no desire to control everything you do.”
“So I’m allowed to leave? I’m allowed to go wherever I want?”
“No.”
All the hope in her eyes disappears. “But you said –,”
“I know what I said. But I have enemies, Irina. People who would hurt you to get to me. You can’t just wander off on your own now. For your own safety. But if you ever want to go somewhere, just ask and I’ll go with you. Or a guard. Is that fair?”