ANMELDENIRINAMiron repeatedly said “I love you,” and I thanked him every time he made me orgasm. He said he really enjoyed kissing me passionately, leaving me breathless.He really enjoyed watching my body tense. He loved making me happy. He loved watching me melt in his arms. And he showed me his affection all night long.This morning, I woke up to the sound of crashing waves, as if I were on a deserted island. Calm, quiet, and still.“Umphh,” I mumbled, and when I opened my eyes, Miron was no longer beside me. I pulled the covers higher, realizing I was naked.I brushed my bangs off my forehead, moving slowly. “Oh my god,” I woke up this morning after more sex than usual. My whole body ached, with hickeys all over me. My groin, buttocks, and mouth ached.As my eyes closed, I could remember how wild and crazy last night had been. It was as if we weren’t even tired. Miron let me drink two glasses of wine, then we made love again. The last thing I remember was him cleaning me with a wet towel
IRINAHe’s been a real man over and over again, and it culminated in me seeing Miron’s expression like this. His strong hands, massaging his penis, frustrated me. Without realizing it, Miron had changed me in so many ways.Wildly, I wanted to take his place, grabbing his penis. I wanted my fingers to strangle his damn dick. He threw me onto the bed, and I offered no resistance.Miron had claimed my body over and over again, and I would still let him do it again and again because I felt like he already owned me completely. I just wanted to wait, he said.A word that would clarify our relationship. A word that would end my doubts about him. A word that might sound like nonsense, but I desperately needed it.“I hope your silent expression right now is an expression of your eagerness to want me,” he said.“You always know the meaning of my expression,” I replied.“I’m going to make love to you hard and wild tonight, Irina. I always have trouble being gentle, but if it becomes unbearable f
MIRON“This dress?” Her voice was calm, still standing in place. Irina couldn’t hide her expression as her eyes traveled down my body, as if in awe, if only for a split second.“Yes, wear that dress. We’re going out for dinner,” I said, moving to the closet.As I chose what to wear, it was quiet. I turned my head, and Irina remained rooted to the spot, silent, her eyes fixed firmly on the dress on the bed.“Why?” I asked.Her body jerked, startled. She didn’t scream, and she looked at me softly again. I kept falling into her gaze. I reassured myself over and over again that she was Irina, not the woman from the past.And yes, I realized that she was Irina.“This dress is a deep wine color. It’s satin, bodycon, with a high slit in the front. It’ll accentuate my cleavage, and—”“I know!” I cut her off, hoping she wouldn’t have to describe the dress, which would make me imagine how beautiful her body was, perfect, hot, and sexy. I definitely wouldn’t be able to contain myself in front of
IRINAI had a plan, unbeknownst to Miron. So, when Miron was off guard, I would take advantage of the moment to get away from him, then text him to say I needed some alone time so he wouldn’t come looking for me.That was how all the plans swirled in my head, and I swear the food served here was absolutely delicious. It was a type of food I’d never had before. It would probably be the first and last time.“You seem really busy,” I finally started the conversation. Miron had been engrossed in his phone. Since he was used to minimal facial expressions, it made it a little difficult for me to read his mind.“There are some things I need to take care of.”“Work?”“Yes.”I chewed my food greedily, not caring if Miron ignored me. Besides, I didn’t expect us actually to act like a couple on our honeymoon. I fell silent again, focusing on my meal.Miron put his phone aside. “Are you bothered?” he asked.“What?”“I still need to monitor my work from here. I've been busy with my phone. Are you
IRINA“There’s nothing I can do but go with the flow,” I said, calmly and confidently. I’d already chosen whatever Miron wanted to do in this marriage.One side of me was already lulled into my new life, and the other, I was me. I had to take responsibility for all these decisions, because that’s who I’ve always been.“So you’re coming?” Miron confirmed once more.I got up and turned to him. I was prepared for him to punish me again, because today I’d disobeyed him. His punishments had become a new habit, a new addiction for me. It didn’t matter; I was used to it.“Yes, I'm willing to go on the honeymoon. But I have a condition,” I said.Miron raised his eyebrows, giving me an intense, probing gaze. I knew he was the type to be cautious in everything, but he wouldn’t show that side of himself too clearly.“State it.”“I want to exercise my rights as Mrs. Pavlov.”“That sounds quite formal.”“This is important for my future life, since your family wants me pregnant.”When I said this,
IRINA“Oh, God!” This morning, I grimaced as I got out of bed. “Damn!” I glanced at the mirror, where my butt cheeks flushed red. I hated it when my body didn’t keep up with my mind. I tried so hard not to get carried away by Miron’s punishment; it had become a habit that was too pleasurable and deadly to my self-esteem.My mind thought it wasn’t good, but my body actually longed for it. It was disgusting!Imagine how your body betrays your mind, and how, unfortunately, you feel completely comfortable with it. What happens when that excruciating pounding becomes addictive and uncontrollable.I spent almost half an hour soaking in the warm water, but only my butt and inner thighs ached, which was exhausting. I tried to restrain myself, not to groan, not to sigh, as the slap landed on my butt cheeks.“I’m trapped,” I complained, combing through the clothes in the closet one by one. I wanted to wear something more comfortable, of my own choosing.My eyes shifted toward the dressing room.
IRINA“He’s out of his mind, this is so wild, really. Oh my god,” I muttered at my desk, unable to focus on my work.Ever since Miron mentioned the wedding yesterday, all logic had vanished from my mind. It was like several sentences were spinning around in my head, but I couldn’t put any of them i
MIRONFour Cadillacs were parked on my porch, surprising me somewhat because I recognized each one just by its license plate. The high-ranking officials, some of whom were about my father’s age, were driving, and that was what created a distance between us.I didn’t get along very well with these a
IRINACessy and I walked stiffly out of the cafe, Miron behind us. Miron's men hurried to open the car door; the night air was very cold. Cessy approached me, whispering stiffly.“You still owe me a lot of explanations, what about compensation for my camera?” she whispered, she stopped talking as M
MIRON“Is everyone here?” the head of the family’s voice echoed.One by one, my extended family took their seats at the dining table. The oval table was specially imported, according to my mother's wishes. Each chair had its own owner. The chair on the far right of the table belonged to my father.







