Bad Russian 04

by May Ball, Alice

  Her

  THE ELEVATOR DOORS SLIDE back and reveal a wide-open glass loft with a high ceiling. Plain glass wraps all the way around three sides, from top to bottom.

  A kitchen area is off to one side, all steel and black granite. On the other side is a stone wall with a black double door. The huge polished wood floor has no furniture except a couch. Otherwise, the room is a gallery.

  Pictures several feet high hang in free space. They’re abstract but feel instantly familiar. Some glow with iridescent colors. Heavy, sensual forms are planted around the space. I guess they’re sculptures, but I can’t even say what they’re made of. Shapes that stir me, deep down. But I can’t say why. And the colors. All of the colors are unexpected, unearthly, but somehow completely familiar.

  I’m drawn to the shimmering curves of the first piece that I see.

  It’s all abstract, but it makes me think of oceans, forests, snow-capped mountains, and huge, soaring birds. It fills me with a beat. A rhythm. It all makes me want to cry and to laugh at the same time. I run between the huge forms, spin around between the paintings and sculptures. My arms wave.

  Soft, sensual sounds begin as I approach. I can tell that there’s some motion sensor or something. When I’m near, the colors of the next sculpture shift, making me turn. Soon, there’s a movement in all the pieces. As I’m drawn from one to another, I’m almost dancing. Laughing, I go with it.

  Then I am dancing.

  I shout, “I didn’t know that art could make you dance.”

  I’m feeling a light inside. Elation. Excitement. Joy and… want. Hunger.

  I want.

  Nikita lopes toward me. His voice is the purr of a panther. “I knew that you would understand.”

  “I don’t.” His head cocks to one side and his eyes narrow. “Okay,” I tell him, “I do, and I don’t.” My tongue flickers over my lips. “I feel all kinds of things,” A smile squeezes across my face. My hands clench as my elbows pull in. “I feel it, but I can’t say what it is.”

  “That’s perfect. Literally perfect.”

  His hand is on my waist. A gasping sigh rips out of me as he pulls me near. My arms fly around him. I’m smiling and I don’t know why.

  “You’re perfect,” he tells me as his face comes down to mine.

  I hesitate. Even in this euphoria, I know. If I let this start, it won’t end. It won’t be a one-time thing. We’ll be bound together. My life will change. I will truly become a woman.

  That’s what he wants. I can see it. He wants to possess me.

  As if he’s reading my thoughts, he tells me, “You’re mine. We’re destined to be. You’ll be my muse, my inspiration. Because you are my love. And you will become the mother to all of my children.”

  “Oh,” I push against his chest, “Didn’t that all escalate a bit quickly?”

  I’m saying, No, Wait, but my hips and my thighs are pressing into him. Feeling his strength. Savoring his heat. Buzzing along the impossibly long, hard ridge in his pants. His hand cups my ass. Squeezes.

  “Will you take me by force?”

  “Is that what you want?”

  My tongue flicks between my lips. My eyelids beat. I mean to tell him, No. But my head nods.

  His voice is a growl. “Because that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to force you open.” His hand squeezes my ass. Slips between my thighs. “I’ll devour you. I’ll do all the worst things you can think of. And I won’t stop.” He holds my breast. “I’ll make you beg for more, and I’ll go on until you plead with me to stop.”

  His hand is in my dress. Inside my bra. He cups and caresses my breast. Finds my tip with his thumb and finger. My head rolls back and I moan as he rolls my sore, hardening nipple.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Margot, my beautiful virgin fucking bride.”

  My voice sounds disconnected, “Do we have to get married?”

  “Of course. We don’t have to do it first, though.”

  “Oh? What do we have to do first?”

  “The most urgent thing we have to do is to strip you bare-ass fucking naked.” His leer spreads and his eyes smolder. “We need to split your hot virgin pussy on the pulse of my hard cock.”

  “Here?” I look at the huge windows, “Where the whole city could see us?”

  His chuckle is like a firecracker. “They would need powerful field glasses or telescopes. Plus, the surface of the glass is electro-glazed to be reflective. It’s to filter the light for my work, but it also prevents people seeing in.” I’m giddy. We’re so high above the city. The wrap-around windows make it look like we’re in midair, like there’s nothing between us and the sky.

  Like there’s nothing between his mouth and my breast. His head bends to kiss and suck. I pull him tighter. Closer. My hands run all over his body. The contours and ridges of his muscles. A living landscape. Sinew and cord, hard. Flexing. My fingers fly around and over him. I’m gasping and moaning. While he caresses my body with his mouth, he’s removing my clothes where I stand.

  One shoe drops off as I jump to wrap my legs around him. I twist my toes to lose the other one. He’s unwrapping me from my thin summer dress. I push against his shoulders. I don’t know why. I want to resist him.

  I want to fight him. I beat on his arm. He grips my wrist. I shake my arm. He sees the look in my eye.

  He growls, “You want this. You want to fuck as much as I do.”

  “You’re still going to have to take it.”

  I squeeze as hard as I can with my thighs around his waist. Kick back with my ankles.

  I grab his hair. He grabs mine. We stare in each other’s eyes. His animal fury and detached amusement make me shake him. As hard as I can.

  My bra hangs loose. His lips catch my nipples and my breasts like cherries, like hanging fruit. His hand is in my underwear. I squirm. I’m so wet. I can smell my excitement. His fingers are at the tops of my thighs.

  “Oh, no!” I climb away. His hand follows me. I clamber higher. Put my shins on his shoulders. I can’t believe he hasn’t toppled and fallen.

  His breath blows heat up the insides of my thighs. Oh. Oh! Oh, God! His tongue flicks at my lips. My cleft. My hood. I try to squirm away, but he’s holding me. He holds my ass. Licks and sucks on my clit. Oh, he is so fucking good. I press my hands down on his shoulders. Try to climb away before he makes me come.

  His thumbs press and tease on the tops of my thighs. Right up on the inside. Pulling and stretching the back of my pussy. Opening streams of tingles to run and trickle through me.

  I shake and squirm. His lips are merciless, and his tongue devastates me, exploring high into my folds. Reaching in and tipping me into soaring spins and desperate plunges.

  I grip his hair. My body folds and wraps around his head. My fingers clench and pull his curls. I quiver, perched high up on his shoulders. His beard scrapes against my thighs and my pussy. A hot river of crackling and clenches burbles and builds. Then it breaks and blasts through me.

  My breath is tight and hard. My fingers tighten in his hair. I blow.

  When I think it’s finally over, his flattened tongue spreads my lips and his mouth pitches me overboard again. Still shaking from the last crash, he takes me higher. Rides me, plays me like a musical instrument. Biting my lip, I let out a whimper. His cruel laugh vibrates inside me as he tips me back.

  His hands hold me as he rocks me, scraping the aching lips of my pussy against his mouth. When I start to come this time, I feel my juices run, thick and strong. The scent excites me more. I’m getting desperate for him now. The tip of his tongue traces circles around my hood, flicks and tickles my clit. He chuckles again. I jerk and spasm.

  This time is even more intense. Each tine his tongue enters me, my folds close and try to hold him. When he slips out, it’s agony. When he stays in, firm and long, it’s unbearable. I need cock!

  I’m coming again.

  His evil tongue slides up and down my opening, He moves just a little behind my rhythm. Just enoug
h so every stroke makes me anticipate. The knowing, the waiting builds unbearable tension. He won’t let it go, holds me prisoner, until I start to lose control. Then he pushes me on. Takes me like a thief in the night, like a heartless killer, flings me into tumbling clouds of bursting sensation.

  While I’m trying to recover from that orgasm, I jolt as the tip of his wet tongue slips down. Back and up, he probes into the ring of my ass. I bounce. I want to pretend that I don’t like it. I don’t even know why. But I like it. I like everything he does to me. Too much.

  “Every part of you is going to be mine,” he growls. “Every part.”

  “Wait.” I’m gasping and panting. “I need a break. Let me take a couple of minutes, okay?”

  “Sure.” His fingers flatten my hood so he stretches my clit without touching it. Then it burns and aches, swelling as he blows on it.

  “Stop, you fucker,” I’m hoarse.

  “Soon.” I can feel his grin as he closes his lips to suck and blow around my tortured bean. The shakes this time are from deeper inside me. My stomach flips and rolls. The tips of my breasts sting. My neck tightens. Heat flashes from my pussy up to my tits and the back of my neck.

  “I want your cock, Nikita!”

  That laugh again, “You don’t know what you want.”

  “I don’t know what I want.” He’s right. “I want everything.” I’m going over again. I gush onto his face and hands. The words squeeze out, “But I really want your fucking cock inside me!”

  He makes me come again, with his fingers and his tongue. Then he lowers me, shaking from head to foot, down on my back, onto the soft couch. His face, his hands are dripping with me. Carefully, like a fussy cat, he licks at every drop.

  Woozy, I reach up. Snatch at his hand. Pull it to my lips. I look into his eyes as I lick. “Mine,” I tell him.

  “No,” he snaps, bending over me and pulling my face roughly to his. He licks my lips. Kisses me. Presses open my mouth. Probes and takes me with his tongue. Then he pulls away. His lips peel back to expose his teeth in a lethal grin.

  “Mine.” he snarls. Then offers me his hand, “But you can have some.”

  He turns his hand over, and I lap gratefully from his palm. I’m tasting myself, mingled with the dark, masculine flavor of him. That’s a dark thrill. It sets me off trembling again.

  I never tasted myself on another person. Now, doing it with him, with a man old enough… Oh, He bends down. Slides his hand over my body. Gently nibbles my ear while he strokes my throat. “Mine,” he whispers. I nod.

  His hand moves to my breast. “Mine.”

  I tremble as I nod.

  He caresses my stomach. “Mine.” His voice is firm. Commanding. “Yes,” the word comes out in a breath. The backs of my thighs tingle and my toes curl.

  His fingers slip down. Down to my wet, raw, aching pussy. “Mine.” My pelvis rocks, my thighs clamp on his hand. I’m coming again. His hand is still on me. In me.

  A finger of his other hand hooks under my chin. Turns my face. I can barely open my eyes. But I know that I must. That’s what he wants. I must give him what he wants. His face is close to mine.

  “Your orgasm,” I nod. Forcing my eyes open. My lips are pressed shut. I haven’t finished. I’m still coming off the peak. “Your orgasm is mine.”

  “Yes!” I shout. “Yes!” and my body collapses around his hand. “Yes! Please. It’s all yours, Nikita!” I’m shouting loud enough to startle myself. I start to laugh.

  He laughs. “Your cunt is mine,”

  “Yes. Yes, Nikita.”

  Then I come again. Laughing.

  He’s kissing me and bringing me off while we both collapse into hysterics, uncontrollably. And still he won't stop.

  Chapter Eight

  Him

  I COULD LICK HER and suck her and tease her up to climaxes forever. I love how she holds back, waiting, resisting. Then, when she finally lets go, her energy all gathers and she’s totally focused.

  If her physical reaction to my art wasn’t enough confirmation, the sound and the intensity of her orgasm certainly is.

  She nuzzles, dozy on the couch. Reaching for me. Stirring. “I want your cock.”

  “Yes. I think you’re ready.”

  Her eyes open a little wider. “Haven't you heard me say? I don’t know how many times I told you, I want your cock.”

  “But you weren’t ready.”

  “And you would know that?”

  I smile. Her eyes narrow and her lips tighten.

  I scoop her up. Her startled eyes give me pleasure. Striding to the black double doors, I take her into the bedroom.

  “No glass here?”

  “The windows are covered. I can open the covers if you like.”

  Her eyes widen when I sling her into the middle of the massive bed. She lands, propped on her elbows. Angry. The cream silk covers ripple out as she glares at me.

  “Say if you want the covers open.”

  “Is there a rush?”

  “I’m going to make you mine.”

  She nods. Hesitant. Nervous. Can I get any harder? If I don’t fuck her right now, I’m going to explode.

  I tell her, “I’m going to impale you on my cock.” I unbutton my shirt. Her eyes widen more, and she wriggles her hips. “I won’t stop to fuck about with lighting and furnishings. If there’s anything you want, tell me now.”

  “Um. I’m hungry.”

  I pick up my phone and open an app. “I’ll order food.”

  “Won’t it come while we’re…”

  “It usually takes about forty minutes. Anyway, they’ll take it in at the desk downstairs. Then they’ll buzz and bring it up. They leave it inside the door if I don’t answer.”

  I pull off the shirt. “I’ll order Vietnamese. Or Thai if you prefer. Good protein.”

  “I’d rather have a burger.”

  “Greasy fast food? Not for my woman. How about a steak sandwich?”

  “Can I at least get fries with it?”

  “Of course. Fillet steak sandwich on sourdough. And home fries. Pickles, mustard and all that, I have here.”

  She licks her lips. “Sounds great,” she shimmies her shoulders. I toss the phone.

  I take off my shoes and pull off my socks. Her concentration intensifies as I undo my belt. I take my time opening my pants. As I let them down, she looks in disbelief at the tent in my boxers. I step one foot, then the other out of my pants. Her head shakes. She sits up. Her fingers come up to her mouth.

  She’s staring, open-mouthed. Her head turns from side to side. A slow shake. I slide the boxers off. Her eyes open wide and she points.

  “Oh! Oh, now, wait. What…”

  She swallows. “No, now, what’s that!?” I walk toward her. “That’s… no, no! No, you can’t bring that… you can’t put that in me.” She’s crabbing backward up the bed. “That’s… no. It’s too thick. And, my God, it’s too long. Oh! Oh, no. It’s straightening up. It’s getting bigger!”