Victor

"Victor?" Elena shifted in my arms and I lowered my head to kiss her forehead. "We still have a little way to go, my love, sleep more" she murmured something and snuggled into my chest. She was exhausted, even during the wedding ceremony, then during the lunch, and despite her make-up, I noticed that she had bags under her eyes. I already recognized her face so well that even the slightest change caught my eye.

So beautiful, during the whole flight, Elena slept on my lap. Mine! Every cell in my body screamed from the moment Elena stepped onto the white aisle leading to the altar, hand in hand with her sullen father. So beautiful, so stunning and now mine, mine, mine and only mine!

I waited for this moment, fought and lived for this moment. Elena Craven, my girl, my woman, my wife, my queen! Never again would I have to make appointments with her, count the minutes of the night, the seconds on the clock, to be with her, to touch her, to kiss her. Never again would I have to just imagine what it felt like to fall asleep at night with Elena in my arms, or what she looked like when she woke up, I would never have to smell bottles of perfume because now I could do it with her.

I looked up from the peacefully sleeping Elena and looked through the porthole. The crystal clear waters of Thailand's east coast, small green islets, and Koh Samui, our destination, were all that could be seen from my seat in the small private jet. I deliberately chose the island for our honeymoon. The beaches are amazing, white soft sand, a variety of reefs for diving, water skiing, as well as forests and small mountain heights for walking.

The two of us would spend two weeks in a one-bedroom bungalow, about a kilometer's walk along the beach from the nearest town. The ideal vacation, a place just for us, just me and Elena, no security, no servants, no annoying looks. This is what we need to strengthen our relationship and for her to trust me enough to take the most important step in our marriage.

The two of us already spent a lot of time together, the kisses and hugs, the cuddling, are not enough for a girl who is entering a relationship for the first time, let alone a marriage with a man she barely knows, to sleep with. The last thing I want is for Elena to feel forced to have sex with me. Now that my wedding ring is on her finger, all I have to do is make her fall in love with me, relax, and then start introducing her to sinful physical pleasures.

"Sir we are landing in ten minutes, maybe you would like to fasten Mrs. Craven's seat belt as well?" I looked at the stewardess. "My wife is fine like this, I'm paying you enough so you can land without waking her!" I whispered firmly, with a warning look, the stewardess nodded and walked away, and I tightened my hug around Elena. It's for their own good that they really are as good as they say they are, or they'd be flying heads if they interrupted Elena's sleep just because they're incompetent enough to not be able to land a goddamn eight-seater jet!

Just like the flight attendant said, ten minutes after she hid in the cockpit, I felt the jet starting to pitch and descend and I tried to balance with Elena in my arms so she wouldn't feel the pitch and wake up. Elena's cheek rested on my shoulder, I felt her breath on my neck and every tiny nerve in me tensed to the extreme.

I could feel her breasts rising against mine and looked down. The pale blue summer dress was slightly off her shoulder, I could see the lace of her bra, a bit of the fullness of her left breast and swallowed. The image of Elena from the couples massage haunted me to this moment, the small elegant shoulders, the towel tucked between her breasts, hanging over those peachy hemispheres that had filled my mouth with saliva. The way her hips brushed against mine as I settled between her knees. I could have taken her virginity right then, in that moment, but I know it's something Elena holds dear after keeping it for so long. And yet, God is my witness, the memory is a small death.

I felt the jet shake when it landed. Elena sighed and shifted again, rubbing her eyes. Someone just lost his job, and according to Elena's mood, his life. "Have we arrived?" she cooed sleepily and looked up at me with half-opened eyes. "Yeah, did you manage to get some rest?" I picked up a strand of her hair and wrapped it lightly around my finger, caressing her cheek. "It's comfortable when the bed is so warm" she smiled and tried to get up. "Wait, the plane hasn't stopped yet" I held her in my lap and she giggled. OK, they'll live.

Elena

"Here? Two weeks?" Beauty and the Beast herds to eat! Victor said we are in Thailand, the island of Koh Samui. "If we like it, maybe more, Simon, Marcus and Dominic will do without me for longer" he smiled and I looked around the bungalow before throwing myself on his neck, clinging to him and kissing him. "It's beautiful Victor, it's so beautiful" I slid down his body and stepped back, spinning on my toes with my arms outstretched.

Sun, beaches, ocean, and the bungalow? Huge windows instead of walls, revealed an amazing view of the beach in front of the bungalow and a thick forest behind, even now, I could see a few parrots or whatever birds are there, flying from branch to branch. "Do you like?" Victor stopped me with his arms around me from behind and pressed me against his chest. "A lot" I smiled, turning back and up to him.

I'm going to enjoy myself, I'm going to give this marriage a chance, I'm going to go with the flow, I'm going to enjoy the sensations and feelings that Victor caused in me and I'm going to forget why I got married, to find out if this is really something between us and if there is a chance to be truly happy.

All my life I have been obedient, always well-mannered, quiet, always modest. I was paying attention to who I went out with, who I was seen with, whether I accidentally ended up in a picture in a tabloid. I only went out looking decent, never raised my voice, never caused trouble, always followed all social norms and restrictions. In the end I became an introverted virgin at twenty-four, with only three friends, the only ones who remained faithful and close to me, brought up to be my future husband's servant, to behave myself, to take care of the house, to give parties, but nothing really useful, nothing to make me feel complete and truly alive.

Victor did this. He seemed to open my eyes, with him I felt significant, strong, I felt as if I could breathe freely, as if I could do anything, be who I want, and I do what I want. He didn't force himself on me, he didn't put limits on me, he didn't try to change me, he didn't want more than I could give him at the moment and at the same time he didn't stop giving me. Every word he said, everything he did for me until now, everything he showed me and taught me, made me realize that my father and society have been limiting me all my life, modeling me in their own image and likeness ,turning me into a doll for someone in the future to play with.

A criminal and a murderer? Maybe, but if I'm going to be damaged, if I'm going to be sold, if I'm going to pay for someone else, even if that someone else is my own father, then Victor is the best thing that could happen to me. "Do you want to take a look?" he asked and I nodded. "Let's go" he stepped back, took my hand and led me inside. My heart was racing as we crossed the connected living room and kitchen, we passed through a small hallway where we stopped in front of the first of two doors and Viktor winked at me before pressing the lock and opening.

A small neat bathroom, lined in wood and stone, with a not particularly large shower cabin, combined with a toilet, was illuminated by two large windows. Clean towels hung on hangers next to the shower cabin, and across from it there was a washing machine and dryer, on which detergents were left. "It's cute" I smiled when Victor looked at me uncertainly. "Do you think the two of us will fit in there?" I joked, pointing to the cabin and the steel gray in his eyes glinted playfully. "Let's check!" before I could answer in the negative, Viktor pulled me into the small bathroom, swung the stall open, stepped inside and pulled me with him, closing the door.

My back pressed against the wooden wall, Viktor pressed against me and I looked up, holding my breath. "Here I won't have to chase you" he mumbled and I felt heat rush up my neck and face. I placed my hands on his chest and stood up on my toes. "Who said I was going to try to run?" shame twisted my insides into a knot. In the dark of night, ever since I became aware of myself as a woman, I had always imagined moments like this, but now that it was happening, when my husband and I were locked in a small space, so intimately close to each other, all I had ever been school, struggled with the woman Victor had begun to turn me into.

"That's very good,my love" he ran his fingers under my chin and lifted my face higher. "Because now that I've got you, I have no intention of ever letting you go" he growled and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against Victor. The feeling is always so magical, so liberating, as if with the kiss, Viktor nourished my thirst for life, my desire to mature and grow as a person, to discover something new, to test my own limits.

His tongue nudged mine and without wanting it, a small moan escaped my throat. Red hot, my blood pounded in my ears and I felt waves of pleasure pooling between my legs. Victor hit the wall next to my head with his palm and broke the kiss, resting his forehead on mine and breathing heavily, lightly caressed my lower lip. "I want you, Elena" his confession made me cringe, causing a ticklish contraction in my stomach in a strangely pleasant way.

"I...I don't know if..." he moved his thumb over my mouth to silence me. "I know you're not ready my love, I'm not going to force you" he moved his thumb and crouched down slightly, not much because his big body only filled the space in the small shower stall so much, but at least my neck didn't form a big arc, for to look him in the eye. "But let me at least a little?" he asked and I nodded slowly.

I'm not sure exactly what I allowed him to do, but I'm grateful. They say that after marriage, men change, abandon efforts, stop caring for their wives and somehow take the relationship for granted. Viktor and I barely know each other for something like this to happen to us, I don't know at what point and if this would happen to us, but I started to realize more and more that I can't wait to find out what Viktor will do this time, what a new sensation will make me experience what new things I will learn about the intimacy between a man and a woman from him.

"Shall we check out the bedroom too?" he suggested after a brief tense silence and I nodded. I am grateful that Viktor shows such understanding towards my inexperience, I am grateful to him for being so patient with me. I looked down and smiled, the hand he was holding mine in as we both walked to the bedroom was so big, it looked so strong and it made me feel safe and protected.