Episode 6

Dmitry:

Irina is unique, she fulfills me in every way. I want to wake up next to her every morning and have her be the first thing I see when I open my eyes. She is simply so beautiful that I couldn't be without her. It has only been a couple of days with her, and I know I will never let her go. I want her to be as comfortable as possible, so I gave her an unlimited card to change whatever she wants in the mansion. This will be our home, and I want her to feel comfortable and happy within it.

Furthermore, she wants to work. She has two university degrees, so she is well-prepared to help me in the company. I just need to make sure my assistant takes care of the calls and personal meetings, and we must have communication through messages so she can announce the people who arrive at the office.

"Luciano, you will be in charge of all the meetings and calls starting next week, while my new secretary will take care of the paperwork," I commented.

"Why isn't she supposed to take care of that as a secretary?" asked Luciano.

"Yes, but she is special, she is my wife, and I already told you about her situation," I responded.

"Now I understand, then I gladly take charge of the calls and meetings," said Luciano.

"Thank you, I knew I could count on you. Now, let's see what we have for today," I spoke, and Luciano began to read my schedule. I was working until I received a call from one of the Johnson brothers.

"Is my wife alright?" I inquired.

"Yes, sir, it's to inform you about an incident. A young woman offended madam outside the curtain store, and when madam tried to move away to avoid her, she grabbed her arm, so we intervened," Johnson replied.

"Find out who she is, I want all her information and know why she offended my wife," I responded.

"I will do so, sir," Johnson concluded the call.

"Luciano," I called his attention.

"Tell me, sir," Luciano responded.

"Send a bouquet of roses and some sweets to my wife. I will write the note," I requested.

"Yes, sir, right away, Luciano. I wrote the note and delivered it to her."

I wanted to be there when she saw the specialist, but I couldn't. There was a problem, and I had to stay to solve it. I asked Martha to accompany her and not leave her alone for a minute, to support her as if I were the one there with her.

I was anxious until Martha called me and told me that the specialist said she has a good chance of speaking again, especially if she feels safe at all times and receives therapy. Apparently, it all stems from the trauma of witnessing her mother's murder and the perpetrators never being held accountable. Her mind blocked that memory, and she couldn't recognize the people who killed her mother. The psychologist recommended cognitive therapies to try to unlock that memory or hypnosis, but from what Martha told me, she's not sure if she wants to unlock that moment. So, when I get home, I'll talk to her. Maybe I can convince her that it's for the best so she can speak again, remember to lock up those who killed her mom, and she can feel free and secure once that happens.

When I finished work, it was almost dinner time. So, I returned home. The driver took me, and upon arrival, I saw people taking measurements and photos of the mansion.

"Martha, what's going on?" I inquired.

"They are the ones who will paint and change some things at madam's request," Martha replied.

"Alright, where is my wife?" I asked.

"In her room. Dinner is delayed a few minutes," Martha said.

"Alright, I'll be with her," I went up the elevator, and when I reached the room, she was lying on the bed with a distant look.

"I don't like seeing you so pensive," I approached the bed and climbed next to her. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.

"I want to see you always happy. I never want to see you sad. You're too beautiful for them," I expressed. And she lifted her gaze to meet my eyes. I don't know what she was thinking, but she smiled, and then she was the one who kissed me. So, I couldn't resist and started to kiss her back. She tried to remove my shirt, and I liked that. I like that she has the confidence to seek intimacy with me, and it's not always me who seeks it."

"I think you will be my dinner," I whispered in her ear, and I moved down to her breasts. I released them and began to enjoy them. She started to let out soft moans, and that made me even harder.

I removed all her clothes and mine. She had flushed cheeks as I explored her beautiful and exquisite body. I left marks on her breasts as I savored them, and she moaned even louder. Then I entered her, and her moans increased. She drives me crazy, and I just want to see her happy and enjoying herself. I like hearing her moan, although I would like to hear her say my name amid the moans.

"You're perfect," I expressed as I reached the peak of pleasure with my queen, who was still breathing heavily.

"Shall we go to the bathtub?" I suggested, and she bit her lip and nodded, feeling very flushed.

I climbed onto my chair and had her sit on my lap. Both naked, we reached the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and got in. I didn't stop kissing her as the tub filled with water. I caressed her body, which drives me crazy, and in the bathroom, her moans became even louder. They were music to my ears. After finishing, we rested for a while, and then we went downstairs to have dinner. I wanted to tell her about the psychologist, but I will wait until morning. I don't want to overwhelm her. I want her to be happy, and now she's more relaxed with me. I don't want to harm the progress she has made with me. I want her to always have that trust in me. I want her to never hesitate to approach me and ask for whatever she wants from me. After all, she belongs to me. She is my queen.

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