Nice Day For A White Wedding

I stroll into the ballroom where we all gather and have a drink first. Extra chairs have been brought in and arranged in small, intimate circles around the room, but the majority of the guests are standing, chatting and catching up with each other. I can’t help but notice Natalia’s absence. I smile to myself. Babushka might be getting on in years, but she’s as sharp as a razor blade, and she knows Natalia has always had a thing for me.

Yakov, an old friend, comes up to me. As he talks my eyes keep returning to the door every time it opens. Eventually, it opens and Babushka and Cindy walk in. Cindy looks as beautiful as ever in a bright lemon sundress. The color brings out her tan and the way she’s laughing at something Babushka says makes her eyes sparkle.

“Is that her?” Yakov asks in Russian. “Your fiancée?”

I nod.

Yakov pats me on the back. “Whoa! You’ve got a beauty there, my son. I wouldn’t let such a rare bird fly out of my hand if I were you.”

What did he know? That ‘rare bird’ didn’t actually belong to me. It only came into my hands at night when the pipes in its room disturbed it. I watch as Cindy leads Babushka to a chair and helps her into it.

Cindy sits down next to Babushka and I smile to myself. I love how attentive she is to her, how she really seems to be making the effort with her. I just wish that was all I loved about her. I wish I didn’t love the way her eyes sparkle when she laughs, or the way her hair shines. I wish I didn’t love those killer legs of hers or how they feel wrapped around me.

I feel my temper starting to rise as Cindy sits laughing with my aunt. I’ve spent all day trying to get her body out of my head. To forget the way her tight little pussy clenched around my cock. To forget the way she made me feel things I didn’t think I could ever feel. And I failed miserably. I got no work done, and I couldn’t even sleep for thinking about her, and now I’m tired and grumpy, and seeing her there looking so fucking hot, and her not even coming over to acknowledge me, gets on my last nerve.

I realize Yakov is saying something and I force myself to look away from Cindy and listen to him. It lasts for all of about four seconds before my eyes go back to her. Yakov laughs beside me.

“You’ve got it bad, Alex,” he comments. “You can’t take your eyes off her for even a second.”

I’m mad at myself, but I have to play the part. “Why would I want to look at anyone or anything else when such a thing of beauty exists in my line of vision?”

Yakov bursts out laughing. “I never thought I’d see the day you become a poet. Ah, the power of love.”

Babushka nods towards me, then Cindy stands and starts moving in my direction. She smiles shyly at me and I feel myself returning her smile. The whole room drops away. I forget I’m supposed to punish her. I forget everything except how wonderful she looks in her lemon dress. Yakov claps me good-naturedly on the shoulder and moves away.

“Babushka seems to think you can’t take your eyes off me,” she says, her tone light and teasing.

“Hmm,” I grunt. “Well, I have to keep up the ruse, don’t I?”

“Of course,” Cindy says.

Does she look a little disappointed or is it just my imagination? She touches my arm and I lose my train of thought as her touch wakes up the raw craving inside me.

“Are you still mad at me for not coming to your room, Alex?” she asks.

How can I tell her I’m not angry with her, I’m angry with myself for allowing myself to think with my dick?

“It wasn’t a request. And you directly disobeyed me,” I say, looking around and noting that our conversation is not being overheard.

She looks shocked. “You’re not kidding, are you? You seriously think I’m going to be ordered around like that.”

“You are an employee, and I am your boss, so quite frankly, yes I do,” I say.

She glances around then, flashes a stunningly sexy smile at me. Anyone looking will think we are flirting with each other. Even my dick thinks that. “Let’s get something straight here, just so there’s absolutely no confusion. My boss or not, you do not get to order me to your room to have sex with you.”

Where the fuck did that come from? I smile at her with the same glaring intensity she is employing. “I did not ask you to come to my room to have sex. I had something important I wanted to tell you.”