Tune the Violin
Part Nine
by SarAdora



She *was* terrified. Sergei felt her tremble against his chest. Her heart was racing and her breath was ragged, barely keeping her fear in check. It had been a long time since he had been with a virgin, but he didn't think any of them had been terrified. They all seemed to know what was going to occur. Of course, the virgins he lay with were being groomed to be courtesans at the Czar's court. Raisa Katerina had not been schooled in the ways of men and their lust.

"Look at me, Raisa Katerina," he said softly, tilting her head back.

"I can't," she whispered, her eyes closed.

"Why not?" he asked, dropping a light kiss on her brow.

"You must be so ashamed of me," she bit her lip to keep it from trembling. "I am such a coward. I'm sorry," she apologized contritely, finally opening her eyes.

"I'm not ashamed of you and you are not a coward," he murmured, pulling her back into his embrace. "You're a virgin and you don't know the way it is between a man and a woman. You're not supposed to be brave."

He heard himself say the words he hoped would ease her fears but he mentally kicked himself. When did bravery become part of the marriage bed? Sergei, you're a horse's ass! Do it and get it over with. At this rate, she's going to die of fright.

"I am going to help you wash and then you will help me," he said softly, lifting her shift over her head before she could protest, hoping she wouldn't faint.

Sweet God in heaven!

"Raisa Katerina, you are so beautiful," he murmured, one large hand gravitating to her breast, cupping it gently. "So very beautiful."

"I am not ugly to you, Sergei Nicholai?" she asked shyly, a shiver coursing through her from his touch. "My mother said I was quite ordinary and that no man would want me."

"Your mother should be shot," he muttered under his breath, grateful he would have this month away from Raisa's family to get his rage under control. How the woman could say such things to her daughter was beyond him.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

"I said you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He looked at her full round breasts - rose colored nipples tightening into hard buds - the surrounding circle of flesh slightly lighter - and his mouth went dry. "You are so very beautiful, little one."

"Are we going to wash now?" she asked, peeking at him from under her lashes.

"Soon, my beautiful wife. I want to see all of you."

"All of me?"

"All of you," he murmured, laying her on the bed and drawing her pantalets down her legs.

He gazed at her beauty. Full round breasts that would overflow his palms, a tiny waist, and hips that... Mother of our Lord! She is magnificent! His eyes moved to the juncture of her thighs and the nest of dark brown curls that had never felt the touch of a man's hand. His palms itched to touch her. His mouth hungered to taste her. He smiled as he realized his gaze had caused her face to tint with a blush and he bent over her and rubbed his cheek against hers.

"You are so beautiful, Raisa Katerina. Much more beautiful than I ever deserved."

"You... you are pleased with me?" she asked shyly.

"Yes," he murmured, "very pleased."

She sighed heavily. "That is a very big relief, Sergei Nicholai. My mother was wrong, after all." She cupped his chin, relaxed now as if her wedding night ordeal was over. "The marriage bed is not so bad at all. You did not beat me and I did not scream. I think I will wash now." She sat up and pulled her shift over her head, covering herself up again.

"I thought you wanted to get the bedding over with," he teased, gently pulling the shift off once again, pushing her onto her back and laying beside her.

"There's more?"

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Yes, little one, there's more."

"But you..."

"Much more, barushka," he murmured, pulling her closer to him and kissing her deeply as his hand stroked her bare back and then, ever so slowly, cupped her bottom.

Raisa was shocked. She had never been kissed like Sergei kissed her and absolutely no one had ever touched her like that. "Sergei Nicholai," she murmured happily, "I like the way you kiss me."

"Good," he smiled. "I'm going to do it again." His tongue slipped between her parted lips and slowly explored her willing mouth. Raisa put her arms around his neck and enjoyed the new sensation.

"Did you like that, little one?" he asked, delighted she had put her arms around his neck. When she nodded, he kissed her again and then pulled back to pull his shirt over his head, leaving him naked.

"Oh...," she said, her eyes as big as saucers when he was nude. "You... are so big. You are... so big." Her hands cupped his broad shoulders and she gazed at his massive chest. "You are... s-s-s-solid muscle." Her hands slid down, one finger tentatively touching the center of his chest and tracing his flesh down to his belly, making his muscles ripple under her touch. She looked at him with awe, drinking in the sheer beauty that is man - the muscles of his thighs - ribbons of steel - and she thought he was glorious.

With simple curiosity, she stroked his hard erection, one finger tracing the tip of him and then she grasped him with both hands. "You feel like velvet," she exclaimed softly. "Not like a horse at all."

He pulled her to him in a tight embrace and laughed softly despite the shivers that coursed through him at her touch. She was no trained courtesan, yet her willingness to touch him was artless innocence and made him hard. He ached for her. Soon, he would be in pain - full blown hard-as-a-rock pain. He was torn between his desire for her and his delight at her innocence and curiosity.

"I'm happy you don't think I'm like a horse," he smiled, holding her so he could look at her face. "Have you ever touched a horse, Raisa Katerina?"

"Of course, many times," she said, then blushed. "No, I mean... I never touched a horse's... no I never touched a horse like that. Their noses are like velvet, you know," she murmured, suddenly shy.

"Yes, I know, little one. And are you like velvet?" he asked, turning her onto her back and stroking her breasts, his thumb teasing her nipples, and making her shiver.

"I... don't know," she admitted. "Will you tell me what you think?"

"Yes, barushka, I will," he promised, kissing her belly as his hands parted her thighs. "You are silk and satin," he murmured as he stroked her inner thighs and then inhaled her woman's scent. "You are sweetness and spice and I want you."

Raisa was very relieved he wanted her. She knew if he didn't want her, she would end up living out her days at his parents' house and she didn't want to contemplate that. She relaxed as his hands and mouth stroked her - thinking it felt good. My mother was wrong, she thought. This marriage bed... this lying with him is very nice. It doesn't hurt at all.

The shock of his lips kissing her soft folds made her jerk back from his mouth. If he hadn't held her down, she would have leaped from the marriage bed. "Sergei! You can not... you must not... surely, that is not part of the...!" She was pink all over - blushing from head to toe.

"It is," he murmured, licking her softness while his hands held her gently but firmly in place. "And you are so soft, so sweet, little one," he said huskily, his tongue dipping in to taste her nectar. "And delicious," he said, his rich baritone husky with desire.

"Delicious?" she gasped, her breath ragged, the fire in her belly building and consuming her, the first time she had felt this pleasure.

"Like honey," he told her as he sucked her virgin clitoris into his mouth and when she gasped with pleasure, he licked her juices until she stopped shaking and was calm again.

Moving up to her breasts, he suckled one and then the other and Raisa was overwhelmed with too many sensations and too many confused emotions racing through her head. "This marriage bed is very complex," she said shyly, reaching for him. "And it is very pleasant. Please kiss me again. I want to start over and do this some more."

Sergei chuckled and pulled her onto his chest, enjoying her candidness as well as her budding sensuality. "You want more, little one?" he smiled at her, his hands roaming over her silky flesh, his eyes drinking in the beauty that was his wife.

"Yes," she sighed, enjoying the feel of his hands touching her. "This is very nice. Can we do it again?"

"We'll do it again, barushka and there's more to come."

She raised her head to look at him. "There's more?"

"I gave you pleasure with my hands and my mouth. Now I will give you pleasure with my body."

"With your body?" she looked confused and then it dawned on her. "Like a horse? Like the stallion jumps on the mare's backside and..."

"Not like a horse, little one, although... Like this," he explained, turning her onto her back and kneeling between her thighs.

"Touch me," he murmured, pulling her hands to his swollen cock. "Stroke me slowly," he instructed her.

She touched him, marveling again at how velvety he felt. "Like velvet over stone. Will you fit? I don't think you'll fit, Sergei Nicholai."

"I'll fit, barushka." He briefly cupped her face. "It will hurt at first but later, it will be very pleasurable."

"Will it hurt badly? Will I scream?" she asked, now understanding why she had heard screams, certain it was because the men were too big for the women they married.

"It will hurt," he said simply and pushed the tip of his engorged penis into her moist and tight entrance. "Hold onto me, Raisa Katerina. I will go slow and try not to hurt you too badly."

She put her arms around his neck when he pulled her legs around his waist. He lied. He wasn't slow at all. He pushed into her as swiftly as possible in an effort to quickly break the barrier of her virginity so the pain would come and then fade as quickly.

She stiffened when she felt him push into her and squeezed his neck so hard he thought she would strangle him. His mouth covered hers and he swallowed her scream when he felt the barrier tear. He stayed sheathed inside her, stilling his movements waiting for her heart to stop pounding and she was able to fill her lungs without gasping. He tasted her salty tears, relieved he would not hurt her a second time.

"Are you all right, barushka?" he asked softly, tenderness in his voice. "Did I hurt you badly?"

"It hurt," she said softly, "but the pain is fading. Is this why the women screamed?"


"Will I scream every time?"

"Only with pleasure, little one. I promise you - only with pleasure." His arms were around her back and he gently thrust deeper into her, urging her to lift her hips to his.

She obeyed, not knowing anything else and was surprised to feel how good it felt when Sergei pushed in and out faster and faster.

"Yes," she moaned, her hips moving of their own volition. "Yes, more!"


Present Time

"You are so sweet, little one, so sweet," he murmured, rolling onto his back, hugging her to his chest. "Soon, I'll show you how to love me with your mouth. Soon, I'll..." His hands squeezed her... she didn't feel right. He opened his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Damn dream," he growled, getting out of bed. "Goddamn dream." When he dropped his shorts on the bathroom floor, he realized he had ejaculated while asleep. "Christ on a crutch! A wet dream! At my age!"


11:00 AM
Hoover Building

He thought the meeting would never end. Mahoney's justifications for his expenses had reached an all-time level of absurdity. Even Sanders rolled her eyes at her partner's excuses.

"Re-do this expense report, Agent Mahoney," he growled, "and make it palatable this time." He nodded to both of them. "That will be all."

He swallowed his chuckle when he saw Sanders pinch Mahoney's ass on their way out of his office. He's in for it, he grinned. He stood, stretching the kinks out of his shoulders and turned his back to gaze out of the window. He knew Sanders and Mahoney were close - guessed they were intimate - didn't care - but envied their closeness. His life was empty - had been since before his wife left - was worse now. Until lately, he had lived with that loneliness but his dreams made him realize how very lonely he was.

"Goddamned dream!" he growled. "My head's up my ass! For a minute, I actually thought it was real. Christ! I need a vacation."

"Your bride was beautiful, wasn't she?" the voice was soft. "She was sweet and compliant and willing. She was more than you hoped for. You gave her pleasure and she opened her arms to you, spread her legs and..."

"Shut up!" Wesley turned back to his desk, growling. "Shut the hell up!"

His head pounded. Too much caffeine...? Not enough caffeine...? Did I eat this morning? Can't remember. Need to get some fresh air. Need to get my head out of my ass. Need to see a friggin' shrink!

He grabbed his jacket and hurried out of the building, almost running in his haste to get out of there. He didn't know where he was going and wasn't entirely surprised to find himself at the deli and opened the door to Raisa's kitchen.

It was empty.

"Where are you?" he said aloud. "I need to see you - talk to you."

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