Episode 3

IRINA

I watched my now husband in surprise when he told his employee that I would be the queen; I almost fainted. I was grateful to be sitting on his lap, and even more so when he said that I would fill the house with children. How many children does he think I will give him? And why does he assume I will do it without hesitation? Although I have dreamt of having a baby, I won't have one with a stranger, even if he is now my husband. Who better than my husband to have a child with? I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize when he moved his wheelchair towards an elevator. I tried to stand up again, but he held me firmly and kissed me in a demanding and passionate way. I couldn't refuse to reciprocate. That's how we were until the elevator reached the second floor, and he started moving his wheelchair again.

"Take a shower, your dressing room is there, everything you need is inside. We'll eat something when you're done," Dmitry spoke, and I simply nodded. I almost fainted when I entered the dressing room. There were all sorts of shoes and jewelry, as well as perfumes. Everything was branded. There must be millions of dollars' worth in this dressing room, I couldn't believe it.

"Is there anything else in this place?" Dmitry appeared at the door and gestured towards a curtain which I crossed, delighted by what I saw.

There was a section of mirrors with every type and brand of makeup imaginable. There were creams and many other things, all of them very expensive in the market. I don't know where I left my phone, but I thanked him using sign language, hoping he understood.

"Do you want to thank me?" Dmitry and I nodded.

"Here, you'll be a queen. You'll have everything you want, but your way of thanking me should be by giving me a child. Take a shower and change, I'll wait for you to have dinner together," Dmitry left, and I stood there, pensive. If I could endure two years with my idiot ex who treated me badly, I can endure having a child with this handsome man who wants to treat me like a queen. Besides, Dmitry is extremely good-looking and not ugly at all. A child of his would be very handsome. But I don't know him. With my mind in turmoil, I chose a sky-blue dress and matching underwear. How did he know my size and how long has my family been planning this with him? There are so many doubts that I don't even know what to think anymore. I took a long shower, put on my beautiful lace underwear and the dress, and after doing my hair and minimal makeup, I left the room. Martha was waiting at the door.

"Ma'am, your husband asked me to escort you to the dining room," Martha said, and I nodded, following her. When we reached the table, Dmitry was sitting there reading the newspaper.

A man dressed in a suit approached and adjusted the chair for me before leaving; I assume he must be his employee.

"You look beautiful. I like how the dress suits you," Dmitry complimented me, and I could only smile.

"I took the liberty of changing your phone to something better. Here," he handed me a new phone, and I immediately took it and wrote on it.

"Thank you for everything, it's very nice," I thanked him.

"I'm glad you like it, but you know that everything comes at a price: a child," Dmitry reminded me, and after thinking for a moment, I wrote my response.

"I know, but could you not be forceful with me when we try to conceive?" I spoke nervously.

"I already told you, you'll have everything you ask for. If you want tenderness in our intimacy, I'll give it to you. Just ask for it. By the way, a group of specialists will come tomorrow to see you. I want to know if you can speak again," Dmitry said.

I looked at him for a few seconds, and this man is really willing to treat me like a queen just so I will give him a child, something I wouldn't mind since I truly desire to be a mother, and he is as attractive as can be. He also wants to help me regain my ability to speak, something my father never did.

"Thank you," I said, expressing my gratitude for the specialists.

"If you're going to thank me every time I give you something, you'll be constantly thanking me because I won't stop giving you everything in exchange for what you already know," Dmitry concluded.

We ate calmly, everything was delicious. When we finished, he made me sit on his lap again to go upstairs. When we reached the bedroom, there were rose petals on the bed, champagne, and some red heart-shaped balloons.

"You asked me to be gentle, and your wishes are my commands, my queen," he said. He approached the bed, but I still didn't react. He left me on the bed and then joined me, pouring two glasses of champagne which we both drank.

"I'll be very careful, don't be nervous," he said.

He began to kiss me, and with each kiss, my body relaxed, something I enjoyed. With every passing second, I lost more of my sanity, and his kisses were so soft and tender that I completely lost control and played along. For some reason, heroic sounds started to escape my lips. I couldn't believe that in my everyday life, I hardly spoke, yet now the only sounds that came from me were heroic. He laughed with every moan that escaped from my lips. When he entered me, I must admit it hurt a little, but then I enjoyed it. He was gentle and patient throughout, not treating me roughly. On the contrary, he treated me like a queen, and I got lost in his caresses until we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure together.

"That idiot of your ex doesn't know what he's missing, but I'm grateful that he never touched you. Now, you're only mine, and no one will ever be able to touch you," Dmitry said as he held me close to his chest.

I wanted to reach for my cell phone, but he prevented me. Instead, he carried me with him as he sat in the chair, and then we entered the bathroom together.

"I want to hear you moan again," he whispered in my ear, and then he claimed me once more in the bathtub. Afterward, we returned to bed and slept embraced.

It was a new sensation for me, but being in his arms made me feel secure and unafraid. For the first time since my mother's murder, I felt safe, and I didn't want that to change. I was afraid he might change his mind and not want me, a mere mute, to be his queen.

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