I was fairly lonely growing up. Vik was always off with her friends, and Mila had our father. I had our mother, but even she would get busy with hosting functions and volunteer work.
The sad reality is hitting me nowāIām lonely still. And now, even more so, because I donāt even have Mila to talk to. Any friends I had during school have probably forgotten me now. I wasnāt exactly a social butterfly. I have no one.
Iām getting desperate for ā¦ Iām not exactly sure what. Just something. Anything.
Iām scared to spend the night in bed alone again, knowing Mikhail is with Irina. He may not be sleeping with her, but he is sharing intimate time with her. Intimate time I think I want.
Not the whipping, of course. Just his time and attention.
So, thatās why I decide to stay up late. I hide on the stairs in the dark as I wait to see what Mikhail will do. So far, he hasnāt left his office yet.
When the doorbell rings, I tense. Itās almost midnight. I can just barely make out the time on the clock in the dark. Mary is still here, and she answers the door.
A woman walks inside.
Itās Irina.
The sight of her fills me with an anger Iāve never felt before. Sheās providing Mikhail with something I canāt, and I hate her for that.
I also hate Mikhail for that, but heās my husband. I have to learn to like him. But with Irina, I can hate her all I want.
Mary gives Irina a disgusted look before heading back into the kitchen. Irina waits in the foyer, but still, Mikahil doesnāt come.
Before I know it, Iām on my feet, heading downstairs and walking toward her.
Irina tenses when she sees me.
āHello,ā I say.
She shifts on her feet. In six-inch stilettos, I notice. My own feet are bare right now, making me much shorter than her. I wear heels, too, but theyāre never that tall. Theyāre never so ā¦ sexy looking. All the clothes Mikhail picked out for me are more innocent. Pastel blues, pinks, and whites. Summer dresses that arenāt too revealing. Cute rather than sexy. Heels that are classy but not trashy.
Mikhail wants me innocent while heās spending time with a woman who doesnāt look like she has an innocent bone in her body.
āHi,ā Irina finally says, her accent heavy. She sets her bag downāitās not a normal purse. Itās a bag from a coffee shop. She either loves coffee or works there. But I tell myself not to worry about what Irina gets up to in her spare time. Iām not interested in getting to know her.
āYouāre waiting for Mikhail.ā Itās not a question.
āYes.ā She eyes me over. āWhat are you doing up? Shouldnāt you be in bed with your blankie?ā
I blanch. āIām his wife.ā
āSo? Iām the one he spends his nights with. He wants me. Not you.ā
āMaybe I can give him what you can.ā Though even as I say it, I know how wrong I am. I canāt give him what Irina can. Iām not sure I ever can.
She scoffs. āHe will eat you alive. He needs a woman like me. Iām his sub. Not you.ā
āIf youāre so submissive, then why arenāt you acting like it?ā
āWhy arenāt you?ā she fires back.
āI donāt want you here.ā
Irina laughs, but thereās no humor in it. āThatās not for you to decide.ā
āI. Donāt. Want. You. Here,ā I enunciate.
āPoor little thing.ā She flicks her finger against my nose. I jerk back. āYouāre jealous. Itās not a good look. It makes you ugly.ā
I want to slap her. I havenāt wanted to slap many people before. Probably only Vik, in fact. And now, Irina.
But before I do something Iāll regret, Mikhail walks into the foyer. āWhatās going on? Sofiya, shouldnāt you be asleep?ā
āI donāt want her here,ā I tell him. I feel silly in my blue summer dress and bare feet beside Irina in her skintight black dress and stilettos. I feel like a child.
Mikhail looks between Irina and me. āAll right.ā He turns to Irina. āGo home. Iām no longer in need of your services.ā
Irinaās mouth gapes open before she quickly shuts it. āYes, sir.ā She walks out of the apartment with her head held high.
Now, itās me and Mikhail again. My plan didnāt get this farāhonestly, I didnāt have a plan at all.
āCome with me,ā Mikhail says, taking my hand and guiding me into his dom room.
āWhat are you doing?ā I ask.
āWell, I sent Irina home. I figured you were ready to play.ā
āIām ā¦ā God, I think I might pass out. Iām not ready for this. How can I ever be ready for this?
Mikhailās eyes soften. āTake off your dress.ā
āWhat are you going to do to me?ā
āIām not going to hurt you, Sofiya. In fact, Iām not even going to touch you. Do as I say. I think youāll see how much better you feel. Take off your dress.ā
I have to believe him. I have no other choice.
With trembling fingers, I slip my dress off my shoulders and let it fall at my feet.
āNow, take off your bra and panties. I want to see you naked.ā
Iām intensely aware of his body. His suit. His hands. His eyes. Him.
I keep my eyes ducked down as I let my bra and underwear slide off me. The air is thick. The silence is even more thickening.
āLie over the bench with your back on it.ā
It takes my body a second to move, but I manage it. Iām acutely aware of his eyes on me as I lie down. My own eyes are glued to the ceiling. In this draped-over position, my back is arched, pushing my breasts up. Iāve never heard my breathing be so loud before.