Chapter 14: Mafia Christmas Vows : EPILOGUE

“Alexei. If you put any more tinsel on that tree, it’s going to fall over.”

I laugh as Alexei turns. It’s night, and the house is finally asleep. We’re hosting a lot more people this year. My mom and dad, of course, because they live with us full time now. Not in Orlov House, but in one of the minor houses down in the village. Alexei has relatives coming in this year too, because we decided that this year, we’re going to bring back one of the traditions from his mom’s time.

We’re having a huge Christmas party.

“Well. I suppose I am a little… enthusiastic,” he mutters.

Alexei steps back, dusting his hands off on his soft pants. “Come, Milaya,” he murmurs.

I step into his arms, sighing as he tucks me under his arm.

We survey the tree…

Together.

It’s beautiful. We’ve made some changes from last year, including putting his mother’s portrait over the fire, so she can join the party.

I swear she smiles in the sparkling light.

“Milaya, are you ready for this?” Alexei murmurs.

Most of the guests will finish arriving tomorrow, which is going to be amazing.

“I’m ready,” I say.

I turn to look at Alexei. “Are you?”

He wrinkles his nose. “And share you with so many people? No.”

I laugh. “You don’t have to share me. I’m all yours, my love,” I murmur.

He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it.

I love this. I love him.

Alexei is perfect for me.

His blue eyes flash a little. “I have something for you.”

“You do?”

“Come with me,” he murmurs.

I laugh. Alexei really does love to give gifts. I’m definitely not going to complain, so I follow him down the many hallways of Orlov House to our room.

Inside, the bed is neatly made…

But there’s a black box on it.

I look at him, curiosity in my eyes. “We said we weren’t going to do gifts this year!”

Alexei always says no gifts. Then he always gets them.

But this time, I’m prepared.

I’m going to be the one surprising him with a gift this year.

“See what’s inside, milaya.”

Curious, I step forward. I put my hands on the box, and slide it closer.

Alexei moves behind me, kissing the side of my neck. I smile and shut my eyes, leaning into his kiss.

“This is not a gift we will share. This is for us. Just for you… and just for me,” he whispers.

I open my eyes and gasp, his kiss hitting me like a shot of straight adrenaline. My hands shake slightly as I pull the black cardboard closer to take a look inside.

Alexei always has this effect on me. I take a minute to compose myself before I pull the lid off of the box.

“No wrapping this year?” I tease.

He shakes his head, and I look down.

My jaw drops.

It’s a box of sex toys.

My heart pounds as I look them over. “Alexei,” I murmur as I pick up a glass dildo. “This… how…. Did you remember that I said I wanted to try these?”

I liked my vibrator, and a few months ago, I had mentioned to Alexei that I might be interested in more toys.

“Of course I did. Merry Christmas Alexei,” he says with a laugh. He slides to the bed in front of me, and tugs at my flowy cotton pants.

I sit on the bed and let him pull them off as I examine the other items in the box. “I.. I don’t really know where to start.” I look away, hiding my blush.

“Well. That makes sense, milaya. I thought we could decide together,” Alexei rasps. He moves to stand between my legs, and moves the box next to me on the bed, where he can access them. He cups my chin and brings my face to his. The redness across my chest creeps up in my cheeks, and I gaze adoringly into his eyes.

It’s strange, to feel like I’m caught right now. I’m definitely curious about the box…

But I also feel a little vulnerable right now.

However, there’s no one I would rather feel more vulnerable with than Alexei.

He tugs at my face until I meet his gaze. His eyes are warm and soft, and he rubs his thumb along my jaw in a familiar soothing gesture. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he reassures me.

“It’s not that,” I say with a sigh. My throat works, but I don’t want to say that I am embarrassed about not knowing what to start with, or how to use them. He waits patiently for me to continue. God, he’s always so patient with me.

Alexei is the best man on the face of the planet. I’ll never think otherwise.

And, I owe him an answer.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper.

I really do want to use more toys, but I don’t know where to start, and the box is…

Well. It’s kind of intimidating.

Alexei folds me into his arms and hugs me close. As I have for the last year, I sag into his warm chest.

“Maggie?”

“Yeah?”

“We will go as slow as you need. I want to show you how very, very good this can feel. Would you like me to show you?”

I pull back and the tension inside me unfurls a little.

Alexei is undoubtedly the love of my life. He always makes me feel better. Through the past year, we’ve come across many challenges. Neither of us knows the answers to everything, but Alexei is so good at keeping calm and making me feel like I can do anything, it doesn’t really matter.

It’s been a heck of a year.

But with Alexei, I can take on anything.

And I am really freaking excited to try this.

Especially with him.

“How did you pick which ones to order?” I ask as I study the box again.

He shrugs. “I just went with one of each category.”

My lips curl into a smile. “You just randomly clicked on one?”

Alexei’s cheeks get a little red. Well. It looks like I’ve done the impossible, and gotten under the skin of my cool-as-a-cucumber husband. “Milaya, I picked the highest rated one in each category,” he says a little defensively. “I got so distracted thinking about you using them that I could not possibly choose just one.”

I laugh and put a quick peck on his cheek. “Thank you, Alexei.”

“No, milaya. The thanks are all mine. Now. Are you ready?”

I wink at him. “Let’s see what toys you put in my stocking, love.”

I lay back down on our bed, and pull my soft cotton pants off all the way. His attention focuses in on me with laser-like intensity and goosebumps break out over my skin. I hook a finger in my panties and slowly pull them down my legs.

I can feel his eyes track the whole way.

Over the last year, I’ve gotten a lot bolder. I like it.

Alexei loves it.

His stare is something I’ve gotten used to, and I have to say, it’s part of the game now.

I sigh, pretending to be unaffected by the weight of his focus, and shrug. “I guess we should just pick one and see how it goes.”

Alexi’s eyes go molten. They take on that hungry look that I love so much to see as he scours my naked body. I let my legs fall open, showing him my center and where I am so incredibly wet for him.

He scrubs a hand over his mouth as he looks. “God, milaya. You’re so fucking pretty.”

I move a hand down toward my core, loving how he watches every second of the journey. “Pick one, Alexei,” I repeat huskily.

He blinks like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. With wide pupils that never leave mine, his hand gropes in the box and pulls out the glass dildo that I was a little intimidated by earlier. Dimly, I notice it has a unique shape and color.

I laugh. “Alexei, is that shaped like a candy cane?”

“It’s festive,” he says hoarsely, and I laugh even as I swirl my fingers around my clit. Alexei, still fully clothed, tucks the glass into his waistband. He puts his shirt over it. I tilt my head at him in curiosity.

“To warm it up,” he explains. “It’s too cold right now. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

I shiver, because part of me wonders what it would feel like cold. However, given how truly dismal the Russian winter can be, I realize that he probably is right. I nod and arch for him, showing my body’s features.

It’s a good thing he hasn’t noticed how they’re changing…

Yet.

“Touch me, Alexei,” I whisper.

He obeys.

Alexei falls on my breasts like he’s starving. He pulls the delicate cups of my lingerie down and licks my nipples into stiff peaks. Gently, he bites the underside of my breasts. I moan as his hand covers mine, playing with my clit as he teases my nipples into tender points. “You’re so wet for me, Maggie. So wet, and it’s all mine,” he growls.

I shiver.

His words always take my arousal from simmering to nuclear within seconds. That’s the other thing. Alexei is always restrained. Even when he’s angry, I’ve never seen him really lose his cool.

But in bed, I can make him lose his cool. I make him turn into a possessive nightmare.

A possessive nightmare that I absolutely freaking love.

“You’re such a good girl, Maggie. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I purr as his tongue lashes over my neck.

“You want to see what this box can do for you, pretty Magie?”

I shudder. His dirty talk always gets me. “Yes,” I moan.

He leans back and grabs the glass candy cane dildo from his waistband. Slowly, he presses it to my entrance. “Do you want any lube, baby?”

“No,” I whisper. The glass is still slightly chilly, and I can feel it stretching my entrance. I know it will slide in without a problem, because my arousal is always off the charts when Alexei and I go for it like this.

I thought it would get old.

And it never has.

“Okay,” Alexei says. He presses it inside me. My eyes watch the red and white glass disappear into my body, and Alexei’s face takes on a pained look. “Fuck, Maggie. That’s so incredible.”

He pulls it back out and my eyes nearly roll back in my head at how freaking good it felt.

“Alexei, that feels amazing,” I moan. I don’t feel him moving, so I open my eyes.

He’s staring at me. His face looks almost gaunt with hunger, and he stares at where the toy is embedded in my core.

“Fuck yourself with it,” he commands in a low voice that makes me ache for him.

Well.

I did say that I’ve gotten bolder over the past year.

I reach down and grab the curve of the dildo. Slowly, I push it into me. It makes a wet noise that has both of us moaning, and I draw it out just as slowly.

Alexei curses in Russian, and from what I can gather, he’s doing his best to hold on to his control. “Maggie. I can see your wetness all over it.”

I don’t say anything, but arch my back and repeat the motion. Alexei doesn’t move. He watches me as I move the toy in and out of myself, slowly learning the boundaries of where I can press it and where I can’t. The curved handle is delightfully easy to just hook a finger in, and with every thrust I grow more and more slick. The noises my body makes as the glass goes in and out of me are bordering on obscene, but it feels so freaking good that I’m not self-conscious at all.

And the whole time, Alexei just watches.

“Do you like it?” I whisper after a while. I’m not self-conscious, but he hasn’t moved in minutes. I’m worried, suddenly, that something is off.

“Oh, Maggie,” he moans. He stands and I can see his thick cock outlined against his dress pants. “You are doing so fucking well. I have never seen anything sexier than you taking that fucking glass candy cane.”

I should laugh. It’s an absurd image. But the way Alexei’s eyes consume me, I know there is nothing funny about the situation.

I keep going, working myself into a near fever state. “Alexei,” I groan. “I want to come, but I… I don’t think I can.”

The words take a second to sink in, but as soon as they do, Alexei moves like lightning. His hand shoots into the box and pulls out a small vibrator. His hands shake as he finds the power button, and I hear the vibrator buzz. He presses it against my clit and I nearly pass out at the sensation. It’s a little too much, and I squirm.

“Is that good, baby?” His voice is so concerned, and love for him washes over me all again.

“No,” I whisper. “A little too hard.”

He backs off slightly, and starts to move the head of the toy on my clit in a circle. I gasp as electricity shoots up my spine. “There,” I grit out.

Alexei listens. The pressure is perfect, and I can feel my orgasm spreading across my low belly. My muscles start to shake, and I close my eyes. I pull the candy cane dildo out of me as my climax builds, and I’m almost there…

Alexei pulls the vibrator off of my clit, and I nearly scream.

“No!” I moan. I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. “I’m so close!”

“I told you to fuck yourself with it,” he says, staring at where the dildo hangs from my fingers. “Not to stop.”

“You…” I sit up on my elbows, but Alexei lightly collars my neck with his hand and pushes me back down.

“You want to come, milaya?” He growls at me.

I nod.

“Then do what I say.”

It’s a command, plain and simple.

This is new for us. I’m not sure that I like it, but the twinkling of Alexei’s warm and happy self sparkles in his eyes as he stares me down.

This isn’t just anyone.

This is Alexei.

And I want to please him.

I nod, slowly pressing the dildo into my soaking core. Alexei watches. His lips quirk into a smile. “Good girl,” he says.

Oh.

Well I do like that.

The buzz of the vibrator fills my ears again, and he presses the vibrator back against me with that same light pressure as before. “Keep going,” he grunts.

I do.

It takes about six more pumps of the dildo before I come.

I scream his name when I do.

My limbs are numb after. I lay limp on our bed. I feel Alexei pull the dildo out of me, and shudder as it caresses my tender flesh. I might have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I know I’m under a blanket and Alexei’s arms are around me.

“Alexei,” I mumble as I stretch against him.

“Merry Christmas, Milaya,” he murmurs.

That reminds me.

Stirring, I prop myself up on my elbows and squint at him. “Do you need um… anything?”

He shakes his head.

I know that he’s probably sporting the erection to end all erections, but Alexei is like that. Sometimes, he just wants to watch me. He wants to make sure that I’m taken care of, first.

It’s why I know he’s going to be a great dad.

Taking a huge breath, I steel myself for the courage about what’s going to come next.

I send a silent prayer up to his mother, who I hope didn’t exactly watch what we just did, but I hope she’s watching over us and giving me the courage I need.

I roll over onto my stomach. “I have something for you.”

Alexei’s lips tuck into a frown. “Milaya, you are not supposed to get me a gift.”

“Okay, that seems like the pot calling the kettle black a little, sir.”

“My gift was a gift for the both of us,” he says smugly, tucking my face into his shoulder.

I giggle as he kisses the side of my neck. “Alexei. Seriously. This is a present for both of us too. Kind of,” I say.

He pulls back. “Well. If it is for the both of us, milaya, then please. Do tell me.”

I take a huge breath. I grab one of Alexei’s hands, and pull it down, running his warm fingers past my breasts and all the way until I stop it right on top of my belly.

His eyes darken. “Milaya, I told you, I don’t need⁠—”

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper.

It takes Alexei a second to figure out what I said. I wonder if I should repeat it in Russian, because he seems to be struggling to process.

Then, when he realizes, his eyes go wide. “Maggie,” he croaks. “Really?”

“Really,” I whisper.

His jaw drops. Then, his eyes widen with fear. “But we just…”

“I’m pretty new,” I whisper. “It’s not like the baby knows, or anything.”

“The baby…” his voice gets thick. His eyes look up to mine. “Our baby.”

“Yes, Alexei. Our baby,” I whisper.

I squeak when he tugs me close, pressing a huge kiss on my lips. His hand on my belly trembles.

“Milaya?”

“Yes?” I ask.

“You are the best gift. I love you,” he whispers.

I smile, pressing my lips to his.

“I love you too.”