Betrothed (currently being edited)

Chapter 25-Working Out Frustrations (just revised)

Carina was still talking to him while he finished drying off.  She watched as he turned to the mirror and uttered "What the fuck?"  

"What's the matter?" She asked concerned.  He turned, letting her see his chest...oops she had just seen it a minute ago but apparently he hadn't yet. 

Carina bit her bottom lip, hoping he wasn't mad.  Shrugging she and said "I guess I got a little carried away."  She had made sure she placed them where no one could after he was clothed.  

"And I think they're sexy" She added, winking at her smirking husband.  

He shook his head.  "You are too much dorogaya" but smiling so she knew he wasn't mad at her. 

 "So are you working in your office tonight or do you have to go to Fusion?" His wife asked.

 "Fusion first and then I'm coming back here, I can do everything else from my office; and speaking of Fusion, I want to take you there tomorrow night."  

That news excited Carina very much as she told him would love to go out.  

"Great" he said smacking her ass "I need to get ready." 

"Don't dress too sexy now, you aren't single any more Mr. Alexandrov" She singsonged on the way out of their room as he chuckled at her.

Finding her way to the gym she was shocked when she saw how big it was.  Small boxing ring, several punching bags, treadmill, free weights and bench, pretty good sized matted area and a stripper pole?  Really?  Carina made a mental note to ask about that for sure.  

Little did Dimitri know before she left New York she was taking advance pole fitness classes!  She just laughed out loud as she began to stretch out her body working out the sex kinks.  

Getting good and limber she took off her socks and shoes and found the perfect song to work the pole with...Lick by Joi.  

(Dimitri would find out about Carina's hidden talent sooner rather than later; the gym is monitored by CC TV!)  

The music filled the room and Carina grabbed the pole with both hands and started gyrating her hips going all the way down to the floor and then back up again; next she walked around the pole with one hand and then swinging into 'the chair' position; by the time she was through the song from start to finish she was sweating like crazy but she felt good.  

Next she went to one of the bags, picked the one she wanted, taped up her hands and started punching, then swinging her leg around she went into a roundhouse kick to the top of the bag.

She had some early Metallica blasting through her earbuds so she was never aware that she was being watched as her back was to the door.  She felt like she'd pushed her body enough after working out for two hours, she went for a cool down by walking on the treadmill.  

When she finished she took her towel and hung it around her neck, sat down on the weight bench, resting her elbows on her knees, head hanging down; that's when she saw his black dress shoes.

She slowly lifted her head up to see a very unhappy Dimitri standing there; his arms were folded and he looked pissed.  

"Baby what's wrong?" Carina asked.  

He handed her his phone and said "Hit play."  His accent very thick.  

Carina hit play and her stomach sank to the floor.  She had been video taped, everything she had just done, her stripper pole routine, everything.  "Fuck me!" she muttered.  

"My wife was on display!" he said angrily.  

"How was I supposed to know you had cameras down here?  There's no signs saying 'cameras here'!  Do you really think I would have done that for God and everyone to see?  NET!"  She yelled.  

By this point he was trying hard not to laugh at her.  

"Don't you dare laugh at me Dimitrius Mikhail Alexandrov!  I'm humiliated!"  Carina plopped back down on the bench wanting to cry now.  

Dimitri squatted down, fingers interlocked, looking up at her.  "Don't cry ahren.  I'm sorry I got angry.  I'm not used to having women in the house and I didn't think to tell you" he said earnestly.  "That pole was installed as a reward for my men, so they could blow off steam.  There were certain women that were allowed here, women that my organization trusted, but it has been a while."

She ran her hand across her nose and sniffed, most unladylike.  "It's fine" She mumbled.  "I'm just going to go drown myself in the shower now" She replied wryly.  

Dimitri stood up and offered his hand, his wife took it smiling as they headed upstairs.

They got upstairs and started to walk through the den and all of a sudden there was raucous applause and whistling.  

Carina slowly turned, hands on her hips said in Russian "I don't want to hear another word!  Out of anyone!  Understood?"  And she walked away heading up to their room.  

Dimitri yelled at his men in Russian "That is my wife and you will respect her!  She didn't know about the cameras."  

And with that he walked off.  Well, angry Dimitri is very hot but she decided to save that observation for another day.  

Carina was in the bathroom when he stormed in slamming the door.  He was sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed as she walked over.  

Standing between his legs she lifted his head.  "I'm sorry Di.  I haven't been here 24 hours and I'm causing problems already."  

He put his hands on her hips and laid his head forward on her belly; she put her hands in his long hair, massaging his scalp and lightly scratching it with her nails, he seemed to relax instantly.  

He moaned softly and said "You calm my beast Carina."  

That was quite a declaration!  Bending down she kissed him on top of his head.  

"Go take your shower" he said.  "You're all sweaty" he finished as his wife playfully hit him on the arm.  

"Hmmm, I thought you liked me sweaty" she said stripping in front of him walking towards the shower.  

"That woman's going to be the death of me" he said sighing.  He heard the shower and the door open and close so he made his way in to go to his closet; she was beautiful standing under the water, hands shampooing her hair and full breasts jutted forward and on display.  

He felt his pants tightening in the groin, wanting her naked and panting for him...and he would have her too.