Unholy Matrimony, page 12
She went so long, not knowing what it is like to be doted upon, to be loved and worshiped solely because she is a woman. It makes it fun. My mama would be proud that I treat her this way. All of her teachings were not in vain.
After getting out of the car, I push her against her door and kiss her. Not just a small peck, a “leaves you panting and panties wet” kind of kiss. “Lenya,” she moans into my mouth, “not before service.” She says this but doesn’t push me away. Drawing me closer to her, she fists my coat. Her lips parted, inviting my tongue to taste her.
Her hips ground into mine, so I pulled back. “Be a good girl, Lina,” I tease. “Can’t be having you all hot and bothered before Liturgy.” As I pull at her hand, she pouts. “Ne volnuysya, malyshka. YA proslezhu, chtoby o tebe pozabotilis' pozzhe.13”
Inside, the church is eerily quiet. I don’t think I have ever heard it so silent in here. Lina walks to the stand, purchases some candles, and grabs me by my hand. Once we enter the Nave, I lead her to the icon of Saint Anna. In a whispered voice, “This was my Mama’s favorite icon. I always say a prayer for her and ask Saint Anna to watch over me.” Lina takes two candles and lights them, passing one to me. We both say a silent prayer for my mama.
People have trickled in and found spots close to the iconostasis. Lina motions for us to find a spot. I kiss her hand and she heads to her spot on the women’s side. Probably one of the most irritating things about the rules of the church is that men and women are on a different side for worship. It's to keep us focused on the service and not the women next to us. It does not accomplish that for me. Sure, I can focus more on Father Ireni, but I am still looking over at Lina every few moments.
Matins drags on and finally, Father finishes and comes out. He is shaking hands with parishioners and offering blessings to some. He stops at Lina, and she says something to him that makes him smile. They head over to the confessional stand, in front of the icon of Christ. She takes a good ten minutes confessing. While it's rude to watch someone confess, I can’t help it. I watch my zhena 14kneel to receive her absolution. Once she finishes, she walks back to her spot. Father Ireni makes eye contact and I get the gist. Guess it's my turn.
I meet the walk over to Father Ireni with stares from other parishioners. I have never made a public confession. They have always been in private, in Father Ireni’s office. So, this is probably a site for some to see. The Bratva Prince making a public confession. “Good morning Father. Time for another riveting confession from your favorite sinner.” I hit him with a charming smile.
“Confess your sins to Christ, Leonid.” his expression showing his annoyance. I know I am his favorite.
“I have continued with my less-than-saintly job working with my father, which includes gambling. Gambling is still a sin right, Vladyka.15” He nods, already looking fed up with my lax-back attitude. “Right, while at my job yesterday I scared the piss out of my father-in-law because he left our wedding without saying goodbye, and let's be honest, he is just a kusok der’ma16.”
“Lenya, please,” I noticed he used my nickname instead of my given name. I am really on his nerves. “Are you finished?” he asks. I nod my head yes and he tells me to kneel for absolution. He prays for my absolution and waves me off.
I make it through the hour-and-a-half-long service, only by staring at Lina for the majority. Lina was distressed that she didn’t see her sister anywhere. The truth has to come out at some point. I just don’t know how I am going to disappoint my wife. When she finds out they sent her sister away, it will rip her heart in two. When it breaks her, then I will really have to kill her father. Nobody hurts my Tsvetok17. It will not faze me one bit, but I don’t want her to have that on her conscious.
I meet her at the doors to the Nave, and we walk to the parish hall together. I spot Oleg, Mila and Ilya. They are standing in a corner, drinking tea and chatting. We make our way over and Mila’s face brightens when she sees Lina. She meets Lina and takes her over to the tea and food, knowing they are going to chat about women's things. Oleg hands me a cup of tea. I nod in gratitude. “So they didn’t show up, huh?” Ilya asked.
“Net18, I’m sure they won’t be coming back to the parish as long as Lina and I attend here.” Scratching the back of my head, I look over and see Lina is happy, talking to Mila and a few other women.
“Did you tell her about her sister yet?” I shake my head.
“I haven’t had the heart to tell her yet. Blyat19 how do I tell her they purposefully moved her sister away? It's going to break her heart. It is my fault, too,” Oleg swallows his sip of tea and shrugs his shoulders. “You are going to have to tell her. If you keep it from her, she will resent you. You don’t want that.” He is right, I can’t have that. Her resenting me is the last thing I want.
Lina walks back over with Mila. “The parish is having lunch catered today so we can stay here and visit with each other.” I give her a smile, which she returns with her own. “Bathroom break,” Mila says. “This boy is going to leave me with many bladder issues after he is born.”
“I’ll go with you,” Lina follows.
The three of us standing there pass the same look around. Ilya is the one to say it. “Why the fuck do women always go to the bathroom together? You don’t see men saying, ‘Hey brat,20 need to take a piss because I got to go’.” We all laugh, because it's the truth.
The lunch is a plethora of vegan soups, sandwiches, and other finger foods. We talk about some work-related things that the girls don’t catch a hint of what we are talking about. Mila is going on about how she is ready for the baby to be here already, how she is now seven months pregnant and feeling it. We enjoy the food and each other. This is the most relaxing Sunday I have had in such a long time. Just getting to be with my wife and my best friends is a welcome treat to the shit I’ve been dealing with.
Before Lina, I took on as many jobs as I could.
Idle hands are the devil's plaything.
Except, my hands literally were that of a devil. But, look at me now. I am attending church regularly, staying for fellowship with parishioners. Moy prekrasnyy Tsvetok21, she is changing me. Little by little I am becoming a better man, not that I will ever be a good man. Maybe I will be good enough to be a father, a role model of some sort for my children.
As I stare at the face of my wife, sitting in a group with the people that matter most to me. She looks like she fits right in. I am so in love with her. I check my watch for the time and notice how late it's gotten. Only a few stragglers remain, and even Father Ireni has retired to the rector's quarters. The day is ending as it's getting dark outside.
The lovely thing about winter is it becomes night so quickly. Mila is looking exhausted, so Oleg says, “I think I will get these two home for the night,” turning to his wife, “Stay with Ilya and I will grab the car.” She yawns and nods her head.
We say our goodbyes and just as I am about to ask Lina if she is ready to go, she says, “Can I have just a few more minutes in the Nave?” “Of course, malyshka22.” She kisses my cheek and walks back through the doors.
This couldn’t be more perfect. Here I am thinking I am going to fuck her in the car. But now I have an even better idea…
1. wife
2. wife
3. asshole
4. No
5. Little bitch
6. my lion
7. No
8. baby
9. wife
10. my lion
11. love
12. Flower
13. Don't worry baby. I'll make sure you're taken care of later.
14. wife
15. Father
16. piece of shit
17. Flower
18. No
19. Fuck
20. Bro
21. My beautiful flower
22. baby
Chapter fifteen
Kalina
Do you ever feel like the faces in the icons are judging you? That is exactly how I feel at this moment. All the saints are looking down on me, knowing exactly what I am doing. I challenged my husband this morning, and I don’t know if he caught the hint. So I am here in the Nave waiting to see if he took my bait. As sure as the sun rises, my husband walks through the doors, the look of lust in his eyes. Our eyes lock from across the room. He closes the distance between us with giant strides.
“Now what could moy prekrasnyy Tsvetok1 be doing in here? All alone. Praying?” He teases.
My heart is racing. I know what I am thinking has to be a huge sin. Part of me is internally screaming, but the other part of me is begging for him to come to touch me. The look he is giving me is enough to soak my panties. I can feel my arousal wet my thighs. He picks me up in his arms and walks toward the wall of the church. I take only a moment to know where he is taking me. The cathedra, seated against the west wall. My heartbeat is so rapid I am sure he can feel it with us being chest to chest.
Lenya lowers me onto the seat of the cathedra. The adrenaline that is coursing through my body is making me tremble. Father Ireni would not welcome us back if he caught us. Hundreds of candles illumined the church. There was enough light to get caught.
“Lift the skirt of your dress, Lina.” I do as I am told, exposing my pussy. My thin underwear shows how aroused he is making me. He sucks in a breath, “Lina, I don’t even have to touch you to know these are soaked.” My breathing is deep. I am so turned on and he hasn’t even begun his sweet torture. He gets on his knees before me, his hands grab onto the side of my underwear, and with little force, he rips them off.
He shoves them in his pocket. His face is so close I can feel his hot breath on my entrance. He looks up at me and says, “You remember how I told you I wanted to bring you in here after we were married? How I wanted to sit you here, on the Bishop’s throne, and worship your pussy.” My thoughts are racing.
He leans in and with the lightest stroke of his tongue, my eyes roll. He lifts my legs, draping them over each arm of the chair, opening me to him. In doing that, my ass is on the edge of the chair. He caresses my thighs as his tongue laps at my arousal, then up to my clit. It's so sensitive already. I am already fighting the sensation building in my core. I don’t want this to end so soon.
“Fuck, malyshka2. You’re delicious. I never get enough of how good you taste.” He says as his tongue swirls around my clit. As if he can sense that I am close, he pulls back.
“Have you ever touched yourself, Lina? Have you ever made yourself come?” He asks. My arousal is all over his face. It's glistening in the candlelight. I shake my head no. I am already missing the touch of his tongue.
Lenya rises and takes a few steps back and sits back on his heels. “Touch yourself, Lina. I want you to feel how wet you are. You are the sexiest fucking woman in the world.”
I run my hand down my stomach and dip my finger inside, gathering my arousal on my finger. I bring my hand to my clit and start circling. This is my first time doing this. I'm probably embarrassing myself. Knowing I am getting too lost inside my head. My eyes are closed.
“Eyes on me, Tsvetok3. Don’t think about how you should do it. Think about how it feels.”
With my eyes on him, I think back to how good his tongue feels on my clit. How full I feel when he is thrusting inside of me. Dipping my finger inside, I try to find that spot that when Lenya hits it; I see stars. Using a finger inside of me and my other hand to rub my clit, I find a rhythm that feels good.
“God, Lina,” I look down and Lenya’s cock is so hard it's straining in his slacks.
“I need you,” as I am working myself, but I know it's his touch I need.
He rises and lifts me from the chair. Standing me up for only a moment, he unbuckles his pants and tugs them down, along with his boxers. He sits on the chair and pulls me to him. “Turn around and face the church,” he tells me.
The church looks so beautiful when it is just candles and icons. “Lift your arms, Lina,” he lifts my dress above my head. “Now, back up a little.” He grabs ahold of my hips and helps me climb on top of him.
“Lean back into my chest, malyshka4,” I grab onto the arms of the chair for support, “Now sit on your throne.”
His cock slides inside me, filling me up so perfectly. His hands rock my hips forward and back. Then he lifted me enough to where I felt some emptiness before he thrusts back inside me. He continues to thrust inside of me.
“You are my communion, Lina. I worship God through worshipping you.” He reaches one hand around and starts working my clit as he thrusts. I lean into him and my soft moans start getting louder.
“Louder, Lina,” he says through his moans, “I want all the saints to know just how good I am making you feel right now. Come for me, malyshka5.”
My orgasm is at its breaking point and with one last thrust and stroke of his finger, I am crashing. The walls of the Nave resound the scream that left my lips. Lenya doesn’t stop. His thrust quickens as he chases his release, and with one hard last thrust, he fills me. I lean into him, panting and physically spent. Without a moment to rest, he is leaning down to grab my dress. He pulls it over my head and yanks it down.
“As much as I want to sit here and rest for a moment, that scream that was music to my ears has probably caught the attention of Father Ireni.” He lifts me and pulls up his pants.
He grabs my hand, and we run across the Nave. We grab our coats and run down the steps of the church, and don’t stop until we reach the parking lot. We stand next to our car and burst into a fit of laughter.
Lenya leans in and kisses me. He wraps his hand around my braid and pulls on it to tilt my face. “That was a very naughty thing we did. I doubt we will ever be able to look at that chair and think of anything else. I almost want to take that chair home and put it in our bedroom and keep it forever.” With a wicked grin, I reach up and capture his bottom lip with my teeth. I suck his lip into my mouth and then release it.
“Take me home, moy lev6,” I shiver as it's freezing out, “Take me home to our bed, and then you can continue your worship.”
I feel different, liberated. I guess that would be the word. Lenya makes me feel free. Never in a million years would I have ever had sex in a church. Let alone ever have sex. But the way his eyes never left my body made me feel so empowered. Sexy, like he said.
1. My beautiful flower
2. baby
3. Flower
4. baby
5. baby
6. my lion
Chapter sixteen
Kalina
Two Weeks Later
Lenya left very early this morning. I felt him kiss me goodbye, but I said nothing. I felt so cozy in our bed that I almost considered staying in it all day. Until I got hit with a feeling in my stomach so sour that I jumped from the bed and barely made it to the toilet, retching everything from yesterday into it. When I stood up, I still felt nauseous. I sat down next to the toilet just in case, and that was when the thought hit me.
The math adds up in my head. It was four weeks post-wedding night and I should have started my period yesterday. I’ve never been late, not even by a day. Luckily, I prepared for this moment. Mila and I had gone shopping for last-minute things she needed before the baby came, so I bought a box of pregnancy tests. I hid them in the back of the cabinet under the sink, hoping Lenya wouldn’t find them.
I crawled over to the cabinet and pulled the box out. Taking one out, I read the directions. Pretty straightforward, pee on a stick and wait three minutes. In my attempt to stand, another wave of nausea hit, and I crawled back to the toilet. This time, nothing came out. I’m sweating now, and feeling extremely shaky. Mustering the strength, I pull myself up and sit on the toilet.
Fortunately, I wasn’t wearing any underwear! Thank God for that, because I don’t know if I can stand upright. I put the cap on the stick and waited. I watch the window of the test change from stark white to light yellow. Before my eyes, the control line gets darker… but wait, is that a second line…Maybe I am seeing things. It’s the most agonizing three minutes of my life. I’m excited but also feel like I want to puke my guts out again.
There are two lines. Two fucking lines. Lenya got me pregnant. On our wedding night. When I gave my virginity to him. The night we became one.
Are we insane about wanting this so badly? I’m not oblivious to the fact we are having a baby to heal some trauma within the both of us. I know Lenya will be an amazing father. As much as he claims he is a “wicked man”, he would die for his children.
The nausea finally subsides enough for me to go to the closet and pull on some comfy clothes, and a pair of legging shorts, and I grab one of Lenya’s big t-shirts. Any plans I had for the day have now gone out the window. I climb back into bed. I grab my phone and shoot Lenya a text. The speed at which he responded was ridiculous!
Lina: I'm not feeling so hot today. I think I am going to just stay in bed.
Lenya: Are you sick, Lyubov1? I can leave and come home if you need me to.
Lenya: Just stay in bed. Alina will bring you soup and things to drink. Read and rest, malyshka2.
He says he isn’t a good man. Right now, he is rivaling the saints. I don’t want to tell him right away. I want to confirm everything with a doctor first and make sure I am pregnant. As I lay in bed, my hands drift to my belly, “Privet, moya kroshka3, I hope you are nice and safe in there. I promise to do everything to make sure I keep you safe. Your Papochka4 will make sure we are both safe.”
