With each stroke, I push my cock in even deeper, forcing her body to conform to my need. Annika responds by wrapping her arms around me and throwing her head back.
I hunger to hear her cries of passion, so I increase the power of my strokes, challenging her body.
“Yes,” she begs. “Oh, God, yes!”
I thrust harder and growl in pleasure when I feel her nails rake my back. Changing the angle, I stroke her swollen G-spot, knowing what her body desires.
The sensations are so new to her that she instinctively fights it in the beginning. But I am relentless, wanting to claim her first orgasm during intercourse, as well. When she begins thrashing her head from side to side, I know she is close.
Annika’s passionate screams fill the air and her hips start bucking when she comes for me. The moment I feel her pussy milking my cock, I can no longer resist my own need, and start pumping into her faster.
I look into her eyes as I release my seed deep within her, unaware of everyone else as we make that intimate, primal connection as man and woman.
“Wow…” she murmurs afterward, staring up at me in wonder.
“Welcome to a whole new world, Annika.”
I kiss her on the mouth before I pull out.
One of the women on the stage walks over to the altar, takes the white cloth marked with her virginal blood, and holds it up for all to see.
The crowd cheers in appreciation, congratulating Annika.
The other woman cleans me off with a wet cloth. “That was powerful to watch,” she murmurs.
I look over at Annika. “Nothing is more alluring than watching a woman come into her own.”
“Yes,” she agrees, smiling up at me.
The woman leaves to rejoin Annika and help dress her.
As I slip on my clothes, I can’t help staring at Annika. She glows with a newfound confidence.
It is a beautiful thing to behold.
Beta
I settle into my new apartment for the first night after the move, grateful to be living life on my own terms at last.
The apartment is on the top floor of the high-rise, free from all distractions. Above me, on the roof, sits a helicopter pad. I am free to use it for a quick exit whenever I have the need.
Getting up from the leather sofa, I walk to the large window that overlooks Moscow and let out a satisfied sigh.
This change of scenery is exactly what I need. For the first time, I can fully embrace the vitality of my youth, unencumbered by the heavy weight of my responsibility.
Everything in the spacious apartment is contemporary. Where the family mansion showcases my family’s long history, this new living space is modern and more reflective of me as an individual. The stylish furniture reflects that, and the walls are artfully decorated with some of my favorite BDSM tools.
Living here feels like a breath of fresh air.
The energy of this growing part of the city infuses me with an exhilaration I haven’t felt in years. Even the cuisine is a mix of old and new, making for culinary dishes progressive, yet familiar.
I can see building a life here…
I grab a bottle of vodka and walk through the spacious apartment, drinking straight from it. Calling up Thane, I tell him, “Moy droog, you must come and see my new digs.”
He chuckles. “Don’t you remember how my last visit to Russia went? I’m not sure I’ll survive another.”
“Don’t be such a coward.”
Thane laughs but suddenly stops short. “You know who could use a trip? Our buddy, Brad. The guy hasn’t been himself lately.”
“The cattleman? What’s going on with him?”
“I’m not sure, but some frigid Russian air might do our friend some good.”
“I will interrogate him with vodka and find out.”
He laughs. “I hate to cut this convernsation short, but the day’s just begun and I have a meeting in ten minutes I need to prepare for.”
“You do realize you work too much, moy droog.”
“You know what they say. All work and no play makes Thane a rich man.”
I huff. “Money isn’t everything.”
“Says the billionaire.”
“You’d be surprised, comrade. Knowing I can have anything I want makes me desire material things less. There’s something about fighting to make your way in the world that make a man appreciate it more.”
“Then I guess I’m living the dream. Give Brad a call and let me know what you find out after your vodka interrogation.”
I have the twins, Manya and Panya, meet Anderson at the airport, and instruct them to show him their special brand of Russian hospitality on the ride to my new apartment.
The grin on his face when I open the door to greet him lets me know they were successful in their mission.
“Good to see you, cattleman!”
He takes off his cowboy hat and presses it against his chest while he holds out his hand. “You too, man.”
I shake his hand enthusiastically, slapping him on the back several times as I pull him inside and shut the door.
He shakes his head, his grin growing wider. “I’m in your debt, Durov. A chartered jet, a limousine waiting for me, and those twins…” He shakes his head. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
“Think nothing of it. I’m just grateful you arrived safely.”
He lets out a long whistle as he looks around the apartment. “I gotta say, Durov, this place is impressive.”
I shrug. “It’s not bad.”
He chuckles, placing his hat on a nearby table before walking to the expansive window overlooking Moscow.
I step up beside him and clap him on the back. “Welcome to my motherland, cattleman.”
He gives me a sideways glance. “It’s fucking cold here! Thank goodness for your welcome party. Manya and Panya kept me toasty warm the entire drive.”
“They do produce plenty of heat,” I snicker. “Let me show you around.”
As I walk him through each room, Anderson jokes, “For a man with such wealth, you certainly keep things sparse in the furniture department. Almost reminds me of Thane when he showed up at college.”
I hadn’t noticed how sparse it seems until he mentions it.
“I prefer a clean, open space.” Thinking about the mansion, I add, “I’ve had enough of living with antiques.”
“Look, I’m not judging you, man. The place looks great. It’s just got me thinking how much you and Thane have in common.”
I grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Opening the sliding glass door to the indoor pool, I watch Anderson’s expression as he walks into the large room. He stares down at the pool tiled in multiples shades of gray and black before looking up at the dome made of glass. The white marble pillars surrounding the pool, contrast well with the dark color to create an elegant effect. Whoever designed it was truly talented.
“This is unreal, Durov. A private pool on the eighty-fifth floor?”
I shrug. “It came with the apartment. I’m not much of a swimmer, but now I have the opportunity to do it any time of the year I want.”
Anderson walks around the pool, silently taking everything in. When he returns, he has a stunned expression on his face.