Page 46 of Possession of the Bratva

“It has,” I replied. “This is Aleksandr, my husband. We just want a couples massage; do you still offer it?” I questioned, smiling at her.

“Yes, yes, dear,” she huffed. “Come on back,” she added, moving quickly from the front to the back. There were two rooms in the back fitted for massages. She opened the door to the left that held two small beds.

Entering the room, Aleksandr looked around intently. Once the door closed, I stepped closer. Aleksandr looked at me questioningly. “Let me help you,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt.

“What,” he replied, holding my hand.

“It’s a massage; you have to take your shirt off,” I added, pulling out of his grip. Aleksandr lowered his hands and allowed me to remove his shirt. “Lay down on your stomach,” I added.

He looked down at me as I removed my shirt and lay on the bed beside him. The door opened, and two young women entered. “The fun is about to start,” I whispered to Aleksandr as I reached out and took his hand.

Once the massage was done, the women left. Sitting up, I pulled on my shirt as I spoke. “And how was that?”

Aleksandr smiled at me. “It was nice, I have to admit.”

“See, not all my ideas are bad,” I added as we paid and left. The day had moved quickly, and I realized we only had time for one more stop. I led him down another section of the mall.

“Where are we going now?” Aleksandr questioned as the hallway darkened. Flipping my hair, I glanced at him over my shoulder, biting my lower lip. He smiled faintly at me. “What does that mean?”

“I can’t tell you and spoil the surprise,” I replied seductively. Nearing the last shops down this way, none ofthem had names or images displayed in the windows. The shop windows were either all black, all red, or showed a variety of colors. But none of them allowed a peek inside.

The one I took him to was painted a light blue with elegant white flowers and golden ribbons running across the windows. As we entered, Aleksandr's eyes widened, he breathed in hard, and his cheeks started turning crimson. “What is this place?” he breathed out.

Pulling him along, I led him to a private booth. I turned to him, took his arms, and pulled him down onto the long seat inside. Before letting go, I leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “Don’t be so nervous, baby. This is the fun part, relax and enjoy.”

Leaving him there, I headed into the store and selected a handful of lingerie. To the side of the booth was a changing room. As I entered it, I winked at Aleksandr. I could see he was nervous and found it hard to believe he had never been in such a shop.

After changing into the first outfit, I walked out into the booth. Aleksandr’s eyes were focused on my body. He looked up and down, breathing in and out hard. The first item was black. It was made of a soft, silky material. There were triangles covering my breasts and pussy with loose strings running down my body.

Walking closer, Aleksandr placed his hands on the seat behind him and leaned back, studying me. Placing my hands on his knees, I leaned forward and kissed him. “What do you think?” I asked softly.

He didn’t reply but shook his head up and down as he looked into my eyes and back down at my body. Walking back to the changing room, I made sure to swing my hips.

I changed into a bright orange outfit next. As I stood admiring the outfit in the changing room mirror, I noticed theorange combined with my red hair was causing a warm glow over my skin.

This outfit was made from lace. The parts covering my breasts were small circles with thin straps running between them and down the sides of my body. The bottom part was attached to the top with the thin straps. They pulled up high over my hips with a narrow strip running between my legs from the front to the back.

Standing by the curtain leading to the booth, I quickly pulled them open and closed a couple of times. As I opened them fully and stepped out, Aleksandr’s mouth fell open. I did a sexy catwalk to one side, then the other, and finally walked closer to him. Standing before him, I went down on my haunches, opening my legs slowly.

I held his legs as I went and dug my nails in harder the further I went down. Aleksandr grabbed my hands as he leaned forward. “Mila,” he whispered. “Please get dressed; this is not the place to tempt fate.”

As I got up, I noticed him shifting on the seat. I smiled at him and headed back to the dressing room. “I’ve got one more,” I said from behind the curtain.

“No, Mila, get dressed,” I replied in a soft tone.

Once I was dressed, we headed to the counter with the outfits. Aleksandr paid for all three. Taking my hand, he led me out, moving briskly. “I wanted to show you the last one, I said sulkily.

“There was no need. You looked so gorgeous in all of them. You had me on edge. If I had to look at you in another one, I don’t think we would have made it out.” He said, smiling broadly. “You can show me when we get home.”

Feeling satisfied, I nodded. “I don’t know about you, but I feel famished,” I said as we headed back to the car.

After putting away all our shopping, Aleksandr looked around. “I’m sure we could find something to eat around here.” He replied.

“Yes,” I said, grabbing his arm and holding on. Pointing towards a large building, I continued. “There, I know a place in there.”

Leaving the parking area, we walked across the road and went to a lovely steak house I had visited before. It had an amazing view. It was on the fifth floor, overlooking the city.

We entered the restaurant and sat down. Aleksandr appeared more relaxed. He ordered a beer for him and a cocktail for me. I sat staring out at the view. “I’m sorry if I seemed upset,” Aleksandr said. “These are not things I generally go out and do.”

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