"We are husband and wife now… this type of thing is meant to happen."
He brought her inside the other room, it was small compared to the previous room. A bath water was prepared, which seemed to have only been prepared a few moments ago as she saw heat rise to the air. He let her down to work his way out of her dress. Elena did not protest and stood there as the dress slowly loosen its grip on her body.
"Your hands, Princess…"
He whispered to her ears in a low voice, kissing her delicate nape in the process. She trembled at his words as if excited, realizing that her hands were tightly gripping into the skirt of the dress. As if struggling to release it, she slowly untightens her grip at the uneven beat of her heart. Her mind was already completely empty as she gave in to the heat forming inside of her. At that moment, nothing made sense. Her dress flew over her head as the man continued to pour kisses on her neck and shoulder, only leaving her with an underskirt and corset.
"Your shoulder is a little bruised… so, I'll be careful."
He captured her lips and Elena closed her eyes. If she knew that it would have turned out this way, she had married him sooner to get out of her hellish life. She was tired of being ridiculed for being a "mistake". Being called a "princess" was just another form of mockery, whenever she hears it. It reminded her of how powerless she is— even servants of the Palace had more authority over her.
"Elena…"
He called her out of her miserable thoughts. His lips touched her lips very slightly as if by intent, she could feel it even with her eyes closed. Closely, she opened them and was greeted by his lovely pale blue eyes which she always thought were grey.
"Si-sir?"
"Do you not know the name of your husband?"
Johan skillfully loosen her corset, where it dropped on the floor, her soft bosom was quickly exposed. Johan turned her to the side, making her reveal her naked upper body to him.
Elena turned red in embarrassment that she quickly folded her arms to hide her exposed breast. Johan only smiled as if satisfied and leaned forward to pour kisses onto her chest. He removed her hands that were seemingly trying to hide her worries and kiss it with his soft lips. His eyes watched her silently look at him as if surprised.
"Si-sir?"
Elena's voice cracked in nervousness. Her chest rose, screaming the loudness of her heartbeat. As they stood close to each other, it felt like her heart was in her ears. Upon hearing her address him, The man flinched as if the sound ticked him off, but didn't say anything. Then, in one swift motion, Johan removed the underskirt, pulling the hem down the floor as he knelt down.
"St-stop!"
The man looked up to her as if this time he was already annoyed. From the gentle blue eyes, it became hard ice.
"Johan."
He said in a low timbre.
"Wh-what?"
She looked down with an anxious expression, in the moment of confusion. Not knowing what to do, Johan rose up after removing her underskirt and quickly removed his pants, revealing the massive member standing in attention. Without responding, the man lifted both of her legs off the ground, wrapping them around his waist. Elena clung to him by instinct, suddenly afraid to look him in the eyes.
"I'll wash you first."
"I-I'm okay! P-please don't worry—"
The water slightly overflowed when she was put inside the tub. He looked at her, removing the few pieces of her hair away from her face when he leaned over. Then, sat down outside the tub and leaned over the rim, placing one hand on his chin while his elbow rested. As he took a little time to look at her, he said…
"Princess… you're so beautiful."
Such a word was never used to describe her. She blushed from the foreign compliment as she held her hands against her chest, still self-conscious of his stares.
She couldn't look him in the eyes, but the man was much more daring than he appears to be, looking at her in full attention as he showered her with lust and admiration.
"Maybe… you really don't know the name of your husband," he said as he dipped his fingers into the water, erupting the water from it's still state as his eyes looked down for a bit as if curious to see what's submerged under the clear water. Johan stood up without warning, his manhood being shown to her without regard. Then, he said, "...I never hear you say it."
The wooden tub, huge enough to fit his figure alone, felt completely narrow when the man decided to enter inside, joining her in the tub. Elena looked down further, lowering her head to avoid seeing the man's manhood that was under the water. In failing to avoid it, she finally closed her eyes tightly, trying to find a way to be distracted.
"Elena…?"
The man called her in an amusing tone as if teasing. Never in her life she would have thought that Johan Antonov had a playful side to himself. Maybe, she didn't really know him that well as she thought she did. It was surprising to see him like this... or was this because of the drug acting up again? They said that the drug can have various effects on a person who has consumed it. But, she couldn't be certain. All she knew was that his behavior was not how she knew Johan was.
"You don't like me calling your name either… What should I do, Princess?"
Realizing that she was in too deep with her thought that it was making creases in her brows, she opened her eyes to quickly revoke his assumption of her.
"T-that's not true."
Though it sounded more of murmur when her words came out, he smiled when she finally met his eyes. This time, as if he was given a chance, he asked immediately, "which one is not true…? You, not calling me by my name because you don't know it, or you, not liking me addressing you by your name?"
He raised his arms above the water and placed his elbow onto the rim, leaning his head towards his hands and waited for her.
"I know the Sir's name... "
She said, trying to ignore what was down below him that was clearly exposed as his legs spread touching her outer thighs in the process. After stating her answer, she looked away to her side, feeling the blood rush to her face.
"Yeah?"
His face brightened in excitement, she could see it from the corner of her eyes. Johan's voice raised an octave as he chuckled in secrecy, folding his hands to cover the curved smile on his face. Was it due to the water being quite warm or was his face blushing from her answer?
"Then, what's my name, your highness?"
Her brows rose from the formal address as if the man unknowingly tried to trigger her. She licks her lips, trying to compose herself as she tries to prevent sounding too nervous.
"Call me Elena and I will call you Johan."
She said, mouthing each word carefully. The man laughed again as if finding them sitting on the tub together and facing each other, naked, was too absorbed when they were only on a first name basis.
"Well, since we have cleared that out of the way… Can we?"
The man leaned forward and grabbed her left arms, pulling her to rise above the water. Her submerged upper body immediately recognized the cold temperature of the air. The man did not stop pulling until Elena found herself sitting on top of his lap, looking down at him. Her lips clamped from the unexpected closeness, Johan's eyes following her every move. The man's manhood brushes against her bare abdomen. Before she could react, the man pulled her face close to his, their nose touching each other.
"Elena, I want you."