Park Avenue Courtesan

by Matilda Martel

  I nod. I know exactly what that is. “Was this what you wanted? Did you want--” He cuts me off.

  “No. I hoped they wouldn’t drag me into it. After Columbia, I hoped to join a practice in Boston with Maude’s son, but...” His sad eyes turn away as he reaches for his jacket. “But some things are out of our control.”

  As we walk downstairs and prepare to walk the three blocks to my apartment, I ask him again why he never told me he lived so close to me. Smirking as he locks the door, he sprints down the stairs ahead of me. “You’re a smart girl, zaika, why do you think I didn’t tell you?”

  “Were you spying on me, Boris?” I chase after him, making good time in 4-inch heels.

  “Of course, I was. You know I was. And you’ve got years of spankings coming for some of the shit I saw.” When he sees I’ve switched directions and taken a shortcut, he promptly chases after me, growling as he catches up and carries me the rest of the way.

  I need to pack. I love my place, but it won’t be mine much longer and I'll gladly give it up to have a normal life again. Boris is coming back at 8:00 to help me take some luggage to his place. The rest can wait for movers. I’d like to say I’m excited and I would be if I wasn’t scared to death. I’m placing a lot of faith on a mob lawyer, but it’s Boris and he’s...well, he’s wonderful. He’s not Russell. For the first time in the past eleven months, I feel at peace.

  Rummaging through my closet, I hear my phone go off. It could be anyone. I haven’t heard from Linus, Felix or Maude and I’ve been getting hourly I love yous from Boris. Searching beneath the clutter, I see the text. It’s Maude.

  Allegra, are you alright? I’ll call you tomorrow. I’ve heard from Boris. I haven’t heard from Felix, but you should expect to hear from Linus tonight.

  It’s strange that Felix has been silent for so long. Surely, he’ll want to speak. It’s not like him to be mysterious. I’m sure he’s angry or disappointed or maybe he’s hurt. Feeling restless, I decide to take a bath while I wait. Boris isn’t due for another two hours. While I fill the bath, I hear someone at the front door, but dismiss it as Boris. Although he’s here quicker than I anticipate, I know he’s eager to get me moved. Stepping into the water, I nearly fall back on the tile when I see Felix’s reflection in the mirror

  “Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me!” I grab my robe and whirl around to scold him.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I called out to you. Didn’t you hear me?” He’s a mess. I’ve never seen him so disheveled and anxious.

  “Felix? Why do you look like that? What are you doing here? Why haven’t you called? Did they hurt you? I’m sorry about the way this turned out. I just can’t do this anymore. I thought I could. I tried to be so cool about everything, but I’m not built this way.” My words tumble out as I adjust his upturned collar.

  Pulling me into his arms, he hugs me tightly. “I wasn’t given a choice. I’m going to miss you, baby. You’ve been amazing. This past year has been one of the happiest I’ve had since I was in college. I should have left Kathleen and run off with you from the start. Forgive me for being a coward. I was trying to make it up to you now. But you don’t love me, do you?” He cries against my shoulder as I attempt to pull away. I care for him and I do love him, but not like this, never the way he loved me.

  “I’ll miss you too, Felix. You always made me feel special...in your own way.” I smile and kiss him. “If you’re not happy being married, I hope you find someone who makes you happy, someone who loves you for more than all that money. If I hadn’t fallen in love with Boris and you hadn’t been married, I could have loved you and I wouldn’t have needed all this. A dinky little apartment with a good-working furnace would have been enough for me.” I hug him again and he laughs softly in my ear.

  “You do chill so easily in winter. I’ll miss warming up your feet.” Pulling away, he stares down at me with judgmental eyes. “You know he’s in the mob, right? He told you, right? Aren’t you scared?”

  “I know what you’re doing. I am a little scared, but not enough.” He gets my meaning and drops it. The last thing he wants to hear is how much I love another man.

  “Allegra, I don’t know when I’ll see you again. Two goons are waiting outside. When they saw me coming up the street, I was shaken up a bit and instructed not to take longer than fifteen minutes.” He hugs me again and kisses my forehead. “For whatever it’s worth to you, angel, I love you. I wish all good things for you. That lowlife better take good care of you.” After he wipes a lonely tear off my cheek, he kisses me again and heads to the door. As he opens it, Linus appears and clocks him.

  “How about you take a picture of that asshole?” Linus is right to be pissed, but Felix is bigger and stronger. Fearing I’m moments from witnessing a very unfair fight, I ask them to please calm down. It doesn’t work. Felix is angry and needs something to hit. Just as he pounces, Vasiliy and Dimitri appear at my door to break it up with Boris following close behind.

  Allowing me a few moments to bid Linus farewell, he happily runs everyone off and leans against the locked door. Recognizing his smirk and sensing I might be in a bit of trouble for standing in the middle of my living room in a tiny satin bathrobe, I tighten my sash and demurely stroll back into my bedroom.

  “I know what you’re thinking and there’s a perfectly good explanation.” I call out as I head back to my bath.

  “Please, enlighten me, my love.” He follows closely, undressing as he walks.

  “I was about to take a bath when Felix arrived. You don’t think I had some kind of goodbye tryst, do you?” I look over my shoulder as I drop my robe.

  “Heaven help you if you did, zaika.” Making me step out of the water, he walks me next to him and brings me down on the bathmat, tugging me into his lap. Skimming his hands up my torso, he cups my breasts and slowly tugs on my hard nipples. “You’re mine, now and I will never fucking share you again.”

  “No, you won’t.” I reach for his stiff cock and rub it against my wet folds. “This is your pussy, isn’t it, baby?”

  “You know it is.” He groans and tries to slide it in, but I stop him, using his cock to stroke my clit instead.

  “Say it. Show me it’s yours.”

  Gripping my ass with both hands, he plunges without mercy, pushing his shaft all the way in and making me shudder from the initial sting. As each inch of exquisite torture spreads me open, I try to grind down, but he stops me. He wants to be in charge this time.

  “Is this what you wanted?” He thrusts from below then spanks my ass hard. Crying out from both sensations, I nod and beg for more.

  “Yes! That’s what I want. Fuck me! Spank me! I’ve been such a bad girl, baby.” I whimper as his hand strikes my skin and sends shivers down my spine. He’s never spanked me before but it’s obvious, he’s wanted to for a while.

  “You’ve been such a bad girl.” When he spanks me again, the incredible friction of his massive cock, his hard hand on my ass and the grunts in my ear, makes me howl as I tremble and convulse in a fit of ecstasy.

  Panting and mumbling incoherently, I ride out my orgasm, as he carries my limp body to the bed. “Boris, I love you.”

  “I love you too, Allegra. But you’re still in trouble and you still come too fast.”

  Epilogue

  BORIS : 6 months later

  “Put that down, right now.” This is the fourth time in thirty minutes I’ve had to snap at her for carrying a box bigger than her pre-discussed weight limit.

  “No, it only looks heavy. It’s got blankets and sheets, I promise.” She gives me an innocent look. Her wide hazel eyes grow twice their size and her black lashes flutter to illicit sympathy.

  I know she’s trying to be helpful. A storm is coming in later tonight and she wants to make sure the guys are home before anything gets bad. She’s always been as sweet as she is stubborn. Now that we’ve been married for six months and have a baby on the way, Allegra thought it was a good
idea to move to Brooklyn. It took a few months to renovate a brownstone in Park Slope just the way we wanted, but fortunately, it was ready just after Thanksgiving. My wife is nuts for Christmas and many of these boxes lying about are all the decorations she’s been hoarding for years. A few phone calls from Ivan and the contractors put in some extra nights to get it done.

  “Drop it.” I shake my firm hand and narrow my eyes, which is code for an upcoming spanking, and she drops it fast. Waving her over, she runs into my embrace. “Zaika, there are movers everywhere. Why do you insist on making things difficult? It’s icy outside. You might slip and fall. Do you really want to take that chance?”

  Shaking her head, she drops her shoulders and pouts. “Borya, I’m only 4- months along. I’m not an invalid. First, I had to stop drinking alcohol and coffee. Now, some of my clothes are fitting tight. You never let me carry anything bigger than a shoebox. Pretty soon, we’ll have to stop having sex. You’re stealing away all my fun.” She looks away, knowing she’s got my attention.

  Squeezing her ass hard, I spin her around towards the kitchen. “My ass, we’ll stop having sex. You will be putting out right up until you go into labor, little girl. You took vows, remember, Mrs. Malakhova?”

  A smile creeps over her face. “Oh yes, I did. You’re so good to remind me. But who knows if you’ll even want me when this daughter of yours ruins my body?” She slinks away, itching for a compliment.

  “My love, I will always want you. I will chase after your perfect ass when I’m in my 90s.” Speaking of asses, as I watch her climb the stairs, I notice her round ass is drawing far too much attention in her tight black leggings. Every single mover, all who work for Ivan, has stopped moving to follow the sight of her swaying hips. The fucking nerve.

  Clapping my hands to break their daze, I bark at them to hurry up. “That’s my wife, my pregnant wife you’re ogling for fuck’s sake. Show some class.” Rushing up after Allegra, my chest tightens with anxiety. Goddamn, that girl’s getting a spanking.

  Epilogue

  ALLEGRA: 3 Years Later

  I smooth my hands across his powerful chest and muscular abdomen, wanting to feel every little inch that belongs to me. He groans softly, desperate and anxious for my attention. Pushing him against the back of the closet, behind the coats, I feel his rock-hard cock stab me, yearning to be set free from his boxers.

  “Zaika...please. I’m dying. It’s been days.”

  “Hush up. Do you want to wake them? If that baby wakes up, it’s over. If Katya walks in, I’ll die.” I slide down to my knees and kiss my way down his stomach, tugging at his boxers with my teeth. He trembles with excitement as I pull out his giant cock with both hands. Looking up at those beautiful blue eyes that still drive me mad with desire, I let him feed his thick shaft straight into my greedy mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl.” He shudders with lust as I take down as much as I can, worshiping him like a god. Sliding it down, licking and sucking while I pump the part of his shaft, I have no hope of reaching, he guides me down lower, tempting me to take more, before abruptly stopping.

  “Baby, hurry. Come here.” He tries to pull me up, but I shake him off.

  “No, it’s too dangerous. Wait until tomorrow.” I whisper.

  “Please, it’ll be so quick.” Normally that shouldn’t be a selling point, but Boris always make me come fast.

  Yanking me up, he rips off my panties and lathers his cock up with saliva. Watching him, I realize what he wants. This wasn’t cleared ahead of time, but after three days without sex, I’m so horny, he can put it anywhere he wants. Spreading my legs and leaning me against the wall, he slowly slides his huge cock in my ass. I freeze with the first inch, I always do, he’s enormous. But when he reaches over and strokes my clit, I start to ease back into it, whimpering with every inch until he works up a rhythm that makes my eyes go back in my head.

  “Fuck, Boris. Fuck, I needed your cock so bad.” I whine and moan as he leans into me, thrusting harder as he works his way deeper.

  “Baby, you’re so good to me. Come for me, let me hear you, angel.” I feel him slow down and swell. He’s dying to come, but he’s waiting for me.

  “I can’t, I’ll wake the baby.” It’s too strong. I can feel the tension building at an incredible pace, and I know my release cannot be contained in a few moans.

  Wild with lust, he pushes me to floor, covers my mouth and plunges deep, stabbing me with his cock until I writhe and thrash, screaming in his hand while my body shakes in an earth-shattering climax. Moaning and panting in a heap of sweat and discarded clothing, we try to hold in our laughter when we hear Alek’s muffled cries through the monitor.

  “At least he waited.”

  After a quick shower, I tend to Aleksei and make sure Katya is still sleeping. Checking my phone, I see a message from Lena, my business partner and Ivan’s wife. She’s more than my partner, we’ve become the best of friends. Since we’re close to the same age and both young moms, we struggled to find something to do to strike out on our own. Our men, especially hers, cast a big shadow and because they are who they are, our options for jobs are kind of limited. She has an art degree and I have a history degree, which makes our marketability less than ideal. After a few attempts at graphic arts and website building, we fell ass first into writing romance. Weird, huh? I know. But after exchanging a few stories about how we met our husbands, we realized we had some material to write about. One thing led to another and we’ve got a few books to our joint pen name. Nothing’s blown out of the water yet, but we’re working on it. The fun is in trying. There’s also great fun in letting Boris read them and making him wonder how much of it is real and how much of it is made up. My spankings have seriously increased, but that’s okay. With two babies under the age of 3, I’ll take excitement wherever and whenever I can. Besides, as always, and in all things, my Boris is magnificent.

  The End

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