Taming the Tyrant (Book Boyfriends For the Holidays)

Chapter 9

Tabitha

Although I missed home, I was had the best Christmas ever. Russian Christmas was celebrated with eager anticipation. It was celebrated with fireworks, carols, religious services, and preparing holiday themed foods.

The city was beautiful with its decorations, and festivities. There were so many places to go and see, and Zakhar took me to most of them on Christmas Eve. Of the street foods, piroshki and pelmeni were my favorites. I was yet to get used to the cuisine and alcohol was out of the question.

At home, we had a huge Christmas tree in the living room with many presents underneath. Kiev was traveling with his children, and it was just Zakhar and myself at home. I had a feeling that it was Zakhar who sent Kiev away. His younger brother also should have come home for Christmas, but he didn’t. Perhaps what happened had caused him to be extremely protective, and to give us time to be alone. He promised me that everyone would be here for our wedding on New Years Day.

The regular staff was given the holidays off and a new cooking staff was brought in to prepare our meals just for Christmas day. I felt more at east with the new hires, but I didn’t tell Zakhar that because I didn’t want the old staff to lose their jobs.

I was still curious about the exact circumstances surrounding the incident. Polina must have had someone to help her. I didn’t know the staff well enough to figure that out and there were so many people working here.

It was Christmas evening. Dinner was served in the small dining room which was cozy and intimate. The larger dining room was reserved for when the entire extended family, or guests were dining here

The regular dinner table was moved out and a table for two in its place. The lights were dimmed, and candles placed in the center of the table with a bouquet of red and white poinsettias. It was very romantic.

Or thighs were locked under the table and there were moments when I thought he deliberately poked me in the crotch with his knees. Several times my breath caught in my throat, and I wanted to ravage him right there on the table.

“Something on your mind?” Zakhar asked.

“Why?”

“You were staring.”

I didn’t realize I was until he mentioned it. For want of something to take my mind off sex, I contemplated asking about Polina’s accomplice but changed my mind.

“Nothing, just reminding myself that this gorgeous man is my husband.”

“Your flattery will get you in a lot of trouble,” he teased.

“Thank you for having the chef prepare these dishes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “How did you know what to prepare?”

“You’re my wife, in a strange country, of course I’m going to research what you might like.”

The meal was everything I knew and loved. The candied yams, collard greens, cranberry sauce, the mac and cheese, and turkey brought a sob to my throat. The chef did a great job, except with the collard greens. I didn’t like the taste of that, and I pushed it aside.

“What’s wrong?” Zakhar asked.

“The collard greens need a little work, but it’s okay, everything else taste great.”

“I’ll have them remake it.”

I laughed. “Are you crazy? This dish takes skill and a little bit of black love to get it right. Even some of my people don’t know how to do it properly.”

“I should have hired a black chef. It was hard to find people on short notice. I’m sorry.”

I reached across the table and took his hand. “Honey, this is one of the best meals I’ve had, you don’t need to be sorry. In fact, I am so grateful, I might let you have my dessert.”

“I’m not big on dessert.”

“Are you refusing my dessert?” fiddling with his fingers.

He stared at me, his eyes grasping the message. “Woman …”

I stood from the table. “Let’s go, big daddy !”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up, tugging him towards his study. There were people in the house, otherwise the dining table would have sufficed.

We tumbled to his desk, our lips locked and hands fiddling with our several layers of clothing. Impatiently, I pulled down my leggings while Zakhar unzipped his pants.

“I want your dick in my mouth,” I whispered. “Let me taste you.”

I reached into his pants and plucked out his dick, watching it spring to life at my touch. My fingers traced the ridge and glans. Colorless fluid slowly flowed from the urethra as he grew harder.

I knelt, taking the tip between my lips and gently sucking it before releasing it. I then stuck my tongue out and ran it from the base straight up to the head. Zakhar sucked in a breath, his head went back as he gritted his teeth.

I took him in again sliding my mouth all the way down, swallowing all of him and holding for a while. I slid back and forth with slurping noises, lubricating his dick with my warm spit. I licked and sucked, kissed and nibbled, loving it with my mouth.

“Oh, I love what you’re doing with your tongue.”

I swallowed him deep, feeling him at the back of my throat until I felt the gag began to rise, then I released him once more. I was about to suck him again when he urged me up.

“Baby, I feel like I’m about to cum, I want you pussy around my dick.”

He lifted my hips and set me on the desk, parted my thighs and wedged himself between. I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him close as he took my mouth in a blistering kiss.

I reached down and took his dick, guiding it into my hot wet pussy. As he entered Zakhar sucked on my neck, groaning deeply. He started moving and I arched my back, his shaft massaging my pussy walls. His lips started trailing kisses down my neck. He lifted my sweater, revealing taut nipples on my now slightly tender breasts.

His lips found one, then another. He nibbled and licked mimicking the way I licked his dick.

“Oh God!” I grunted. “Fuck me like that, Zakky.”

“You like that baby?”

“Yes, I love your dick inside me!”

“Oh yes, your sweet honey is coating my cock.” He said as I squirted some juice onto his dick. “Coat my cock, cum for me.”

“Oh God, I’m coming.”

“Yes, cum for me baby!” he grunted. “I’m coming too. Let’s do this together.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed, releasing my cream onto his dick.

“Arghhhh!” yelled also, squirting his milt into me.

I swear if I wasn’t pregnant already. That load would have done the job. We continued fucking until every remnant of cum was spent, until his dick became soft and there was nothing left. And even so, we didn’t move. His dick remained inside me for a long time while he kissed and caressed me, until he started getting hard again.

New Year’s Day

The small gathering was exactly how I envisioned. We had changed from finding a venue and opted for the manor instead. We decorated the garden with orchids and since I was allergic to some flowers, my bouquet was made of satin and tule. It was beautiful and looked so real.

The archway where Zakhar stood waiting for me was also made of satin and tule. The only flowers he would allow near me were the orchids, and I had to prove to him that I was not allergic.

The guests were Aunty and Linda, Donicia and some of Zakhar’s closest acquaintances. I wouldn’t call them his friends because the only one he ever called friend was the minister, Dimitri Petrov.

As I walked down the aisle with my best friend who was giving me away as well as being my maid of honor, I was nervous. I almost forgot that Zakky and I were already married, and I was with child.

As I looked on all the smiling faces, I realized I was getting my dream wedding, and that I was already in my dream marriage.

“We are gathered here today to witness the love between two people,” the minister was saying.

I had reached the end of the aisle and didn’t even realize it. My husband was sexy in his tux which clung to his wide shoulders. I could see the muscles of his thighs in his pants as he stood with his legs apart.

“Will you Tabitha Desher continue to take Zakhar Mikhailov to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Yes, I do,” I whispered.

“Excuse me?” the minister said. “Did you say no?”

Everyone burst out laughing, including Zakky.

“I said yes!” I shouted.

“And you sir, do you take this beautiful woman who deserves better, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Of course, I do.”

Zakhar grabbed me and pulled me in for the kiss, but Dimitri stopped him

“Slow down, I never told you to kiss her.”

Laughter all around once more.

“Then get on with it.”

“I now .. wait, is it going to snow tonight or what. Do you see the sky?”

“Damn it Dimitri.”

“Calm down, don’t get you panties all in a bunch, Sheesh. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may…”

Zakhar was kissing me before Dimitri completed to sentence while the guests clapped happily. A violin played in the background as chatter erupted in the garden. Zakky and I fell apart and started walking towards the house because it was cold out.

My dress was an off the shoulder satin dress which hugged my wide hips and showed off my baby bump. Goose bumps appeared on my skin and Zakhar removed his jacket and draped over my shoulder. As we walked back up the aisle, no one threw rice our way as that was not one of the things I requested. I just wanted a simple ceremony without the traditions.

Dinner was served shortly after, and we dance to the live music playing from the large dining room which was turned into a ballroom. In all, everything ended well. Me and my baby were doing great and my husband ensured that no one hurt me again.

Kiev and his children were also there but I never saw Polina again. I didn’t know where she went or if she and Kiev officially split. The manor became a happy place during the next few months as I prepared for the birth of my child. I must say, I never thought that I could be this happy living in a different country from my own.

The End