Victor

My gaze jumped from the open box of tampons to Elena, sitting on the toilet seat, with her underwear down to her knees, her legs spread, a half-open tampon and a face that pierced me straight to the heart. "I...I....I'll make coffee!" I fired and closed the bathroom door, standing in front of it with my hand still on the lock, unable to take a step.

I woke up and the bed next to me was empty, Elena is not an early riser, so I was worried that something might have happened, or that she might not feel well if she woke up at sunrise. The last thing I expected was to screw everything up like that by interrupting a particularly intimate moment for a woman.

I took a breath and released the lock, suddenly realizing that I could hear the water from the toilet, I ran into the kitchen and started to charge the coffee maker. Elena's face was all I could see and think about as I worked with the filter and the water. Shit, shit, shit! I have never seen her so terrified, red and startled. Her eyes were huge, she opened and closed her mouth, unable to utter a single word, and it's my fault!

I turned on the coffee maker and rested my palms on the counter, listening to the water in the container boil, staring at the jug while I waited for the coffee to flow. I screwed up, I screwed up a lot! There are women who would not even share their shower with a man, even if he is their husband, a woman's cycle is not a big deal, a natural function of a woman's body, proof that she is healthy and in reproductive age, but Elena,she's never been in a relationship before me, I'm her first in every intimate definition and now I have no idea what's next.

I heard the door to the bathroom and there wasn't a single muscle left on my back that didn't tense up guiltily. Shit! "Victor?" her whispering voice almost brought me to my knees. Slowly, in order not to startle her anymore and to show her that nothing has happened to me that she should be ashamed of, I turned and looked at her.

God, what a jerk I am! Elena was looking at the floor, her gray nightgown barely hid her body and in the light I couldn't see a single normally lit spot on her body, she was literally red from the tips of her bare feet to the roots of her hair. She stood on the border between the small corridor to the bathroom and the bedroom and the living room and the kitchen, one arm resting on her shoulder, her hair covering part of her face, she looked so tiny, so vulnerable and so beautiful.

I took a sharp breath, my body and mind fighting for supremacy, while in my head I realized that I should make this incident easier for Elena and explain to her that she has nothing to be ashamed of, but my body was reacting as if she stands naked in front of me. "Are you okay,my love?" I turned around and prayed that she wouldn't notice my hard cock when I walked towards her. "Do you need anything? Painkillers, maybe something sweet?" many women experienced period pains, had strange food tastes, or their moods changed like the turning of a page. It was time to find out which column my wife falls into and find the right words to calm her down.

"I...I'm sorry..." Elena began to stammer, clutching her shoulder and the hem of her nightgown. I was confused for a moment and my eyebrows sank. "Are you sorry?" what? "Helen?" I stopped in front of her and lifted her face. God, she's so beautiful, even when her eyes are full of tears. "I'm the one who should apologize, my love, I didn't think, I decided that you might not feel well and I burst into the bathroom without thinking" I crouched so that our eyes were at the same level, thank God, Elena didn't notice my arousal as her eyes met mine and her last drop of blood rushed to her face.

"No...you...I appreciate...I didn't expect you to wake up and I didn't think I should lock the door" she blinked, her lower lip sticking out, her chin quivering and a tear rolling down her cheek . "For God's sake, my love!" I cupped her face and wiped away the tear, showering her entire face with tiny, apologetic kisses. "It's all my fault, Elena, I'm so stupid that it didn't even occur to me that there are times when a woman needs some personal time and space" I pulled away and pulled her into my arms. "There's nothing to apologize for, Elena, I'm sorry and I promise I'll never barge into the bathroom like that again, unless you call me, okay?" Elena snuggled into my chest, her cheek caressing me as she nodded, her arms wrapping around my torso.

"Sorry again my love, I'm really sorry" I kissed the top of her head and started soothingly stroking her back. "Does it hurt?" I asked, simply because I felt I had to speak to distract her embarrassment. "No, I'm fine, I'm just...hungry" she mumbled and I smiled. "So? What does my beautiful wife want to satisfy her tummy?" I tried to joke and looked down when I felt her chin in the center of my chest. "Cake?" so the taste count, I guess I should be thankful that Elena wasn't in pain and now her eyes were starting to dry out, but she was still terribly red and so innocently embarrassed that I couldn't help but smile and give her a little kiss.

"I'm not sure we have cake in the fridge, but we can come up with something, wanna help me?" under no other circumstances would I have allowed Elena to even set foot in the kitchen, and as I mentally marked the date of June 3rd to count down the days when our refrigerator should have everything necessary for such days, Elena's eyes lit up like a child's, discovering, for collecting the most candy on Halloween. "Can I? Really?" her enthusiasm washed all the shame from her face and I nodded with a big smile. "But just this once and because I feel guilty" before I could even finish, Elena jumped out of my arms and rushed into the kitchen.

"Do you do this every morning?" Elena put another piece of pancake cake, if I can call it that, into her mouth and I nodded. I braced myself and when my elbows almost touched her face, Elena shoved a piece of the chocolate-covered pancakes into my mouth. Sit-ups, with breakfast and my beautiful wife sitting on me, can be counted as spiritual ecstasy. "Every morning, I usually run, but I guess weighted sit-ups can count as enough" I grinned as I swallowed and fell back to regain my composure for the next sit-up.

"Do I weigh you down?" her eyes got huge, I was only half way up but dropped the back of my head to grab her hips as Elena tried to get up. "That's not what I meant my love, I meant that I enjoy doing sit-ups with you on top of me more than running on the beach, I didn't express myself properly, I'm sorry, please stay!" I was quick to reassure her, hoping to look desperate enough to spend some more time with her sexy ass on my stomach. I can't even begin to describe what her silky inner thighs do to the sides of my waist.

"Oh well, I guess....I can stay a little longer" she smiled sheepishly and I leaned back with a sigh. One day Elena would find out how madly in love I was with her. She would find my world spinning at the tip of her finger, but until that day came, all I could do was do my best to make her fall no less madly in love with me. "Can I have a little more?" I put my hands under my head again and when I pulled myself up, she put more pancakes in my mouth.

"Isn't it counterintuitive to eat sweets while exercising?" she asked, munching on some of the pancakes herself, letting out a contented moan that reverberated through my body so sweetly that I nearly cum in my shorts. "I can afford it if I exercise every day my love, besides, you make such sweet pancakes, how can I resist?" all I let her do was crack the eggs and add the sugar and then sit on the counter next to me and lick the pancake mix out of the bowl while I glued the pancakes together with chocolate into a cake-like shape, but Elena seemed happy so, who cares who did what?

"They're delicious, aren't they?" she gave me an amazing smile and my heart started beating in my chest like a dog chasing its tail. "No cuter than you, my love" Elena blushed and to hide it, she took a bite so big that she barely managed to pretend to chew, and a little chocolate ran from the corner of her lips. One last pull up and I propped myself up on my hands, staring at her. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, my love?" Elena is so much, I never imagined myself as a sweet talker, ready to shower compliments on any woman, only to be rewarded with a shy blush, a smile or a tiny look, but here I am, acting like a fool and not even I am ashamed of it, enjoying every little reward that Elena gives me.

Slowly, without rushing, I took the plate from Elena, put the leftovers to the side, wrapped my arms around her and licked the chocolate from the corner of her lips, then turned her over, laid her on her back in the sand and leaned over her. I started push-ups, without taking my eyes off her face. Every time I got close enough, I stole a kiss or showered her face with several and the air around us filled with Elena's giggles. The unpleasant tension and shame from our incident this morning was forgotten, somehow, while preparing the pancakes, with small talk, Elena started to look me in the eyes again, without feeling uncomfortable.

Love is not something a man like me thinks about. I know from a very early age that my mother and father never loved each other. My father had more lovers than the fingers of my hand, and my mother did not care at all, living her bourgeois life, spending money like crazy, spending her days with friends, on holidays or at another spa. I was a necessity, the pureblood heir my father needed, maybe if they had a girl first I wouldn't be an only child, but all I knew about marriage was that it was necessary.

Every woman I dated was just that, a necessity to satisfy my carnal desires, paying for their services with expensive clothes, jewelry, or vacations. I've never cared what women do when they're not with me, if they cheat on me, because really, I've never been emotionally interested in any of them, I cheated myself every time my cock jumped like a compass needle. Until I met Elena.

The only reason I was at that charity event was because Craven Group often uses charity to reduce taxes and justify some of my wealth. Simon was in Los Angeles and I had brought one of my lovers. Then I saw her and it was like my world turned upside down. I forgot why I was there, I forgot that I was not alone, and even though I was standing at a distance, I followed Elena's heels every step of the way.

I followed her and her father to their hotel, that's how I got her name. One hundredth and the piccolo began to sing like a nightingale. The first night I was tossing and turning, every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elena, her humble smile, the calm written on her face. I felt a burning sensation as soon as the woman next to me turned in her sleep and touched me, wishing only that Elena was the one sleeping next to me. And this grew into an obsession that only grew stronger over time.

The next morning I stood in front of their hotel like some misguided stalker, as soon as I got rid of my lover. All I wanted was to see her again, to see her eyes, her smile, to hear her voice. Apparently the Mascots were in New York just for the event, because even before lunch, two piccolos took their suitcases out and I dropped everything for my people to get it, getting on the same plane with them. I paid a good amount to sit in the seat behind Elena, and when her father fell asleep on the flight, I even managed to touch and smell a lock of her hair without her noticing.

Returning to Los Angeles, my obsession deepened. For a week I knew where they lived, I had already started planning how to enter their lives, I changed my maisonette to a small three-bedroom mansion and slowly, observing and getting to know Elena and her tastes, I began to furnish it as if she were doing it herself. I hired outsiders to intervene in her father's business and when it started to fail I was in the right place at the right time, taking advantage of a drunken Nicholas Mascot to make a deal with him to help me get to his daughter.

I took pains to ensure that no one could testify against me. Mascot had no idea where he got it from and I'd rather keep it that way. Then all I needed was patience, and for Elena, I was ready to wait my whole life. I never looked at another woman again, as if Elena had broken me for everyone else. I couldn't sleep, hanging on the other side of their house at night, staring at the dark windows, imagining myself lying next to her, hugging her in her sleep. The food had no taste and I lost weight drastically as my body relied on the little it took in as I followed her to restaurants where she saw friends or the sandwiches that Marcus seemed to pull out of a magic hat.

I only worked when absolutely necessary, and after a year, Marcus was just reporting to me, and Simon was bringing me the signature documents in the car. Elena became my world, in the air that filled my lungs. I didn't need anything else, except the thought that she would soon be mine, seeing her every day, hearing her voice or her smile. She thought she had introduced me to her friends before the wedding, but I had already seen every one of them, though I had only studied Oscar, or at least enough to tame my jealousy when I realized that he would rather go to bed with me than with Elena.

She had no idea how obedient a beast she held in the palm of her hand. Only for her would I be a gentleman, only for her would I act like a fool in love, only for her I am the teddy bear in whose arms she sleeps at night, only for her would I never raise my voice, only for her would I smile, only for her i live. Before she knew it, Elena had turned me into a romantic who only wanted to love the woman next to him the way she deserved. There is nothing I would not do for her, there is no desire that I cannot fulfill for her, nothing is too expensive, nothing too far, nothing impossible, if Elena wants it, she will have it at any cost.

"Victor, enough!" Elena curled up under me, her knees resting on my stomach and I stopped, arms outstretched. Drops of my sweat were running down her forehead, Elena was laughing loudly and trying to wipe them away and at the same time protect her face from my kisses. "What is 'enough', I don't understand?" I laughed and continued to shower her with small innocent kisses, now rolling with her in the sand, and my tiny sweet wife, trying to fight me off to escape me. As if she could or I would allow it.

Elena

A lady always dresses and behaves decently, never laughs too loudly and always covers her mouth with her hand because it is indecent for someone to look down your throat when you are laughing. A lady can always talk about any topic, but she should never appear too knowledgeable, because that repels men. A lady is never left alone with a man, even if he is her fiance, that is the right of only the husband. A lady is never too touchy, too clingy, even with her husband. Too obvious displays of closeness, such as holding hands, hugging or kissing, in a public place are absolutely prohibited.

I grew up with the morals of the girls' school, to which my father sent me as soon as I reached the right age. And when I finished school, I continued to live by my father's outdated aristocratic rules. There were times when I wanted to rebel, but everything I had already been taught was like shackles that didn't seem to allow me to make a single wrong move, show disrespect, or speak my mind out loud if it would offend or hurt my father or another.

Ophelia, Christina and Oscar were the only ones in front of whom I have ever behaved freely, in front of whom I could express my own opinion without having to formulate it as if it was imposed on me by someone else, so as not to offend them. But even with them, it took me a while to relax enough to trust them, get to know them, and get used to the idea that no matter what I do or say, they will never judge me.

"Boooo!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I know it's stupid, but Victor from Los Angeles and the one opposite me, wearing a funny mask with three feathers sticking out of it, have nothing in common. "You look...just..." my stomach tightened, I couldn't get the rest of the sentence out, I just laughed out loud. "Just what? Beautiful? Amazing? Stunning?" Victor took off the mask, pulled me to him and I clung to his Hawaiian shirt, shaking my head.

"All three together" I sighed with a smile, when my laughter calmed down and I rose on my tiptoes to beg for a kiss. I'm happy. I never thought that something that started as a deal could make my heart flutter like this, but I couldn't help but fall more and more in love with him every time I looked at my husband.

"Oh? So you think I'm handsome?" a raven eyebrow arched and the gray lead in his eyes softened. Viktor lifted me a little more with his arm around my waist and put the mask on me, looking at me as if he was judging me. "God, you're beautiful, but this thing is hideously ugly!" he spewed out in all seriousness, and I burst out laughing again.

"So you think I am beautiful?" I repeated his question and he slightly tilted his head, removed the mask from my face and his eyes began to move between mine. "The most beautiful woman this world has ever had the honor of seeing" he replied softly and made my heart skip a few beats again. That morning, when he caught me in the bathroom, I thought it was a good time to die, I have never, in any episode of my life, been more embarrassed.

I've been taught that men abhor typical women's problems. I was taught that a woman should almost keep things like her monthly cycle a secret. My teachers don't know Victor Craven. Not only did he convince me that I had nothing to be ashamed of, but just two days later, he walked all the way to a nearby town and then came back with two boxes of the right tampons and a huge banana cake, looking like he'd been walking on the beach . He kept apologizing to me for barging into the bathroom and embarrassing me until I started to get angry, and even then, he washed my anger away with kisses, assuring me that he didn't mind even holding my hand while I'm changing my tampon. Disgusting,but cute.

"Are you hungry?" he moved slightly to the side, handed the ugly mask to the seller, still with his arm around me, and when his other arm was free, stroked my stomach, looking at me like I hadn't eaten in a month and it was his fault. "Little" I couldn't stop smiling. My blood was circulating, my face was almost constantly red, my laughter seemed to be unleashed, and my heart danced with happiness. And all, thanks to Victor.

"There is a restaurant there, shall we try?" he pointed to a neat little place, more like a hotdog stand than a restaurant, with a few wooden tables out front. "Of course!" when his eyes returned to me, he was looking at me exactly like the most beautiful woman on earth. Victor took my hand, signaled to our security to follow us and led me to the tables. I still don't know why we have security here, I can understand the need for it in Los Angeles, but here? I'm still grateful that his people spent the night here in the town. I've always thought that a honeymoon with more than two people was a bit crowded.

When we settled in, a girl dressed in typical Thai clothes came to us, her smile was more charming than herself, and when we finally managed to place our order, juggling between her terrible English and our gestural attempts to tell her what we wanted, Victor motioned for me to come closer, so I leaned slightly over the small table. "What?" I raised my eyebrows, I felt like he was going to share some huge secret with me. "You like her clothes, don't you?" he asked quietly, looking me straight in the eyes, as if he expected me to lie to him and I blushed.

"I...yeah" I barely breathed out the answer. Although with Victor I felt like myself, freer and freer, the shackles of my upbringing still rattled around my neck and wrists. The only challenging clothes I owned were my bathing suit and a few nightgowns. "Do you want to take some? You have a great body, it's a crime to hide it" he smiled and took my hand over the table, stroking the back of my palm with his thumb. "Really? Don't you...don't you mind if other men see...I mean, won't you get jealous if men stare at me?" the redness in my face deepened. Stupid question, jealousy presupposes the presence of feelings, and even if I am in love with him, and even though Victor cares for me so much and constantly compliments me, he does not love me.

"Of course I'll be jealous" he pulled back looking slightly offended and I tensed. "But as long as it's just a look and if it makes you happy, I don't mind. Besides" he flexed his arm and his biceps bulged. "Anyone who tries more than a side glance will feel it" he grinned and I shook my head. "You can dress however you want Elena, I'm confident enough in myself and I trust you enough to keep my jealousy in check, and if I do happen to fail, then it won't be directed at you, love mine, nor my anger" he lowered his hand, lifted mine and kissed it softly.

Victor made it impossible for me not to be in love with him. As I look at him, as I talk to him, with all the looks and compliments and hugs and kisses, the way he treats me like it's his personal mission to make me feel like royalty, I can't help but imagine a knight in shining armor ,fighting dragons and monsters to save me and protect my honor. "If you don't mind, then I would like a dress like that" I answered quietly and he nodded smilingly.

"What do you think?" we spent the rest of the day walking around town and shopping. Victor was so gallant, constantly making me laugh, buying anything he thought would please me, and when I barely mentioned that I was tired and my legs hurt, he ordered his men to load our purchases into the jeep, then he picked me up and I sat on his lap all the way to our bungalow. Already inside, he left me on the sofa in the living room, ordered his people to put everything bought in the bedroom and when they left, he sat next to me, lifted my legs in my lap and massaged my feet.

"Mhmmmm" he gestured with his finger that he wanted me to spin and I opened my arms, spinning around. "Are you still on your period?" his gaze flicked to mine and I nodded shyly. "It doesn't matter, this will do for me too" before I could ask what he meant I hung upside down on his shoulder. I grabbed the belt of his shorts so I wouldn't fall and tried to see from under his elbow where he was leading me. "Victor, what are you doing?" I whined breathlessly, but he didn't answer. I recognized the bathroom door and my eyes widened.

Viktor dropped me on the bathroom floor and put his finger over my mouth when I started to protest. "You're my wife, Elena, a little blood won't stop me" I bit my lip and let myself in his arms. Victor removed the thin lace scarf from my shoulders, tossing it on the sink counter, then removed the small stone belt from my waist as well, gathering it into a handful before placing it on top of the scarf. "Turn around, my love" slowly, looking at the ground, I turned my back to him and my skin prickled when I felt him untie the top of the garment.

Next came my skirt and underwear. My head spun, I stood naked in the middle of our bathroom with my back to Victor, whose fingers slid down my spine, making me shiver, unable to hold back silent moans of pleasure from his touch. "Take it off Elena" he ordered softly and I felt the fabric of his Hawaiian shirt against my back. "Which?" I looked up over my shoulder in confusion. His eyes burned and devoured me as if I were the last meal of a dying man. "The tampon,my love,I can do it myself but I'm scared of hurting you" he squeezed my side he pressed closer to me his other hand pressed against my stomach and I felt the bulge press high in my ass driving me to hold my breath.

"W...Victor...I..." his fingers wrapped around my throat and lifted my head back, the pressure on my stomach increased and his mouth dug into mine. His tongue was merciless, quick and commanding, taking away my ability to resist. "Take out the tampon, Elena!" he ordered firmly and with a softened brain and trembling fingers, I obeyed, throwing the used tampon into the trash. "Get in the shower" he continued and I stepped forward, entering the stall and facing him, watching in awe as he quickly undressed, tossing his clothes on the floor with far less care than he had treated mine. 

The wooden walls stung my back as Viktor stepped into the shower next to me, pushed me back and let the water flow over us. My heart pounded like a hammer, I clung to his shoulders, my thoughts pounding like waves against rocks, unable to linger long enough to grasp their meaning. Victor's lips were everywhere, my face, my lips, my neck, his teeth nibbling on my ear, the fingers of one hand massaging my nipple and his other hand resting low on my stomach. His body hugged mine, holding me in place with his hips.

"Victor!" I moaned as his hand on my stomach moved lower and I felt his thumb on my clit. "It's okay my love, if you feel any pain, tell me, okay?" he whispered in my ear and I felt his tongue, closing my eyes. My mind was struggling to tear down the walls I had lived between all my life. Everything Viktor did to me was against what I had been taught. His fingers continued the teasing further down. I squealed in horror and shuddered as he parted my folds and felt one of his fingers slide inside. "Shhh, my love, let yourself feel it and forget everything else. Think only of me and what I'm doing to you" he continued soothingly, but how can I relax?

Relaxing is the last thing I can do right now. For the first time I saw Viktor completely naked, the idea of what I didn't dare look at as he undressed, centered on his upper body, now rubbing against my thigh, his finger moving inside me while I still. ..I was bleeding and he was doing something to me that I haven't felt even with his tongue. His fingers had been there before, caressing, touching and dissolving, but only enough to make room for his tongue. I've never felt them deeper than my entrance before.

Viktor wrapped his fingers around my throat, his knee keeping my legs apart, his lips never leaving mine, as if he wanted to make sure I wouldn't make another objection out loud. He was huge, hundreds of times stronger than me, and if I wanted to, I physically couldn't fight him, and with my ability to speak taken away, all I had left was to do as I was told. To feel.

My finger dragged further inside, as if I could feel millions of ant legs stinging me from the inside, stretching the walls of my vagina, looking for something. An arrow of ecstasy went straight into my chest, a sharp whimper slipped from my throat, and Victor seemed to know he had found something, because his finger lingered there, pressed gently, turned, relaxed, then pressed again. He pulled back and my nostrils widened in an attempt to take in a breath, when I couldn't through the mouth, as if because of the endless kisses, so that he would go back in and press the same point.

I began clawing at his shoulders, down his hard biceps, feeling him rub against my thigh, the throbbing of his cock mixing with the feeling of my own pulse coursing through my vagina, the in and out movement and thrust of his finger . Victor grunted against my moan, my thighs, my body, my being quivering and burning. "That's it, my love, I want you to cum for me!" he pressed my head against the wall forehead to forehead, I could hear him moaning strangled, I could feel the hurried movements of his hips against mine and in the next moment my mouth was filled with water, my scream sounded suffocating. Victor growled low and through his teeth, and I almost collapsed at his feet.