The way that it should have been

Chapter 7

"Roza lyubov' moya, as your boyfriend, soul mate and other half. It is my honor, privilege, pleasure and duty to take care of you in any and every conceivable way possible. And someday it will be our money detka, so please don't worry about that." (my love, baby)

She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about my words.

"Ok. But only if, when the time comes, you promise that you will see my money as yours too."

Her eyes twinkled for some reason when she gave me that ultimatum. I wanted to argue with that but the look in her eyes told me not to even try it.

So after thinking about it for a few more moments I gave in with a nod and a whispered, "ok."

She smiled triumphantly. "Thank you, Comrade."

Just before she turned and walked over to her chest of drawers. I saw a wicked smile spread itself across my soul mate's face, which made me extremely nervous.

"What is that sinister, wicked and sexy zhopa smile for my Roza?" I inquired. (ass)

She reached into a drawer pulling out hand full after hand full of lace, silk and satin.

"I almost forgot to pack my underwear."

I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing prominently.

"Roza, mladenets that's not underwear, that is scraps of lace, silk and satin." (babe)

"Would you like for me to prove to you that it is underwear?" She teased.

I thought that I would play along with her little game, so I said, "yes."

She dropped all of what she had in her hands into the lid of her suitcase. I assumed so that she could go through and match up what she wanted to take with her, but then she turned and walked into her bathroom.

I watched the bathroom door, expecting her to close it, but I should have known better. Because lyubov' moya is such a draznit' seksual'nuyu zadnitsu. (my love, sexy ass fucking tease)

The next thing that I saw was her holding her arm out, and in her hand was the shirt that she had been wearing. Which she dropped to the floor with a whisper from the cloth as it fell.

A few moments later the same exact thing happened with her jeans. My heart was already racing a million miles a minute with the thoughts of what she had on underneath her clothes all this time.

When she walked out of her bathroom would she still have on the same thing that she'd had on when we were making out earlier? Or would she put on something completely different before she walked out of the bathroom? I didn't know the answer to that question, and I quite honestly just couldn't wait to find out either. My heart and pulse were pounding with anticipation.

A few minutes later she walked back out of her bathroom. And she was wearing nothing but a black lace thong, that came to a deep V in the front with a red satin ribbon weaved throughout the waist band. Which was tied into a little bow directly below her belly button, and just a half an inch or so above her mound.

This was absolutely nothing like what she'd had on before, I mean yes what she'd had on before was satin and lace and sexy as ad. But it had been sexy in an innocent schoolgirl kind of way. But what she had on now was sexy in a whole different way. It was sexy like a woman who was bound and proklyatyy determined to get exactly what she wanted. And it was more than abundantly clear, by just the look into her eyes, that what she wanted was me. And I was totally and completely fine with that, to be honest I was completely over the yeblya moon about it. Because I wanted and loved her just as much as she wants and loves me. (hell, damned, fucking)