Igor’s words still ring clearly in my mind. “I don’t know, Alex. Do you think it’s a good idea?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I thought it was a bad idea,” he says with a quirk of his lips.
I leave my untouched tea on the tray. “Maybe it’s best if I stay at home.”
He narrows his eyes, giving me one of those piercing looks that sees right into my soul. “It’ll send the wrong message if I go alone.”
“What message?”
“That I don’t respect you.”
I blink. “Why would people think that?”
“When a man keeps a woman in his house but doesn’t show her off in public, he’s telling the world what her place in his life is in no uncertain terms.”
“That she’s his mistress?”
“Exactly. You’re not a dirty secret I have to hide.”
“My reputation is hardly worth your life.” Or our lives, for that matter. “In general, do you have to go?”
He nods. “Not going will make me look like a coward. We can’t let our enemy think we’re scared. That’s what he wants. I’m having the gala venue secured. I’ll have men there before, during, and after the event. Besides, a lot of powerful government officials and private sector leaders will be attending. The security will be top notch.” When I don’t reply, he says, “Aside from the fact that I refuse to hide with my tail between my legs, my presence is imperative.”
My hands turn clammy as I think about everything that can happen at a public event. “Why? What do you mean?”
“I’m in the process of entering into a joint venture with a company that manufactures small, portable nuclear reactors. If the Russian government gives the green light to this technology, we’ll be able to provide clean, affordable energy to many of the outlying communities here and in the neighboring countries. This gala will bring together the key players in the energy sector and their decision-making government counterparts. If all goes well, it will speed up the approval of this technology.”
Of course. Now that I know he grew up on the streets, I understand why this is important to him. There’s more to this event than advancing his business agenda. It’s evident from the passionate way he talks about it.
“All right,” I say, not that I really have a choice. Pretending to give me one is just a way of soothing my bruised feelings. It’s like inflicting a cut and making it better by sticking on a Band-Aid.
“Good.” He offers me a disarming smile. “I’ll make sure you have an appropriate dress.”
15
Alex
The morning is gray. I open the bedroom curtains wider. Thick clouds hang in the sky. Snow is forecasted from late morning onward. The river looks dark in the grainy black-and-white picture of the cold day. Just as well I took Katerina out yesterday when the weather was clear.
In the garden, the men are doing their rounds. I probably shouldn’t stand naked in front of the window.
Turning my back on the monochromatic winter image, I face a much prettier view. My kiska is sleeping on her stomach with her small hand on my pillow. The covers have shifted down, revealing the golden skin of her naked back. My cock hardens even though I had her less than an hour ago. I’d woken her at nine with my face buried between her legs. I’d been gentle, knowing she was half asleep. The sex was sweet. Vanilla. But I’m far from sated. My body demands more. With her, I always need more.
My plan was to go downstairs in search of breakfast. I have meetings scheduled at the office. After taking the day off yesterday, there’s a lot of work to catch up on. I really should go get our breakfast, but instead, I walk over to the bed. With every step, lust heats my veins. By the time I reach the edge of the mattress, my body is primed with wicked intentions. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that there will be no question as to whom she belongs. I want to pummel her pussy until I’ve eradicated this need that consumes me. The satiation will only last half a day before I’ll need her again, but at least it will afford me a few hours to focus on work.
I pull the covers slowly from her body until she lies exposed in front of me. Her legs are slightly parted, giving me a glimpse of the delicate pussy between them. Partly obscured, it’s like a hidden treasure. The illusion of being unobtainable—out of sight and out of reach—makes it all the more alluring.
Climbing onto the bed, I crawl over her body. My cock pulses with need. The simple brush of the sensitive head over the silky skin of her inner thigh contracts my balls. The base of my spine tingles as my whole body tightens with pleasure. I straddle her hips and fist the base of my cock. A drop of pre-cum spills from the slit. Using it as lubrication, I rub the crest over the pink, plump folds between her legs.
Katerina stirs. She makes a sleepy sound, followed by a throaty moan as I get her wet. Her body responds beautifully. In an instant, she’s slick. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her lower body. Before she’s fully awake, I’m already sinking inside her. Her body is supple and soft from sleep, her inner muscles easily letting me in.
Gasping, she gives me a startled look from over her shoulder. “Alex?”
I plant a reverent kiss on her spine. “Morning, kiska.”
“What are you doing?”
I pull almost all the way out. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She stretches around me, pretty like peaches and cream. Her back arches as I slam back in, her breath leaving her lungs on another gasp, but the moan she utters tells me she likes this.
Sliding out slowly, I admire the view. I like that she shaves. I like to see everything. From this angle, she’s more open to me. I can watch as well as touch. Both her clit and rosebud asshole are accessible.
I cup her breasts and pull her into a kneeling position. Her nipples are already hard little pebbles, a telltale sign that she’s turned on. I rub my palms over the tips, enjoying the slight weight of her curves for a moment before I smooth my hands over her sides to her waist to test her balance. When I’m certain she’s stable, I start pumping my hips with an easy pace. Her body sways rhythmically to my beat. She’s a beautiful instrument to play, and all her songs are mine.
Even at the slight escalation of my pace, pleasure already draws my cock harder. I thicken inside her as her inner muscles grip me like a velvet fist. I’m not going to last long. Slipping a hand around her body and between her legs, I pull back the hood of her clit with the pad of my thumb. I use my other thumb to press on her back opening, massaging with just enough pressure to add stimulation without risking accidentally hurting her by penetrating the tight ring of muscle.
“Alex,” she cries out softly, sounding half panicked and half euphoric.
“Shh.” I rub her clit and asshole with lazy circles. “I’m not going to take your ass. Not yet.”
Her breath catches as she glances back at me, her eyes large with uncertainty.
If she’s an anal virgin, she’ll need a lot of preparation before she’ll be able to take me. My pulse quickens at the idea of claiming that tight little hole, my lust burning out of control, but for now, I just let her get used to being stimulated on that forbidden spot.