by Via Mari
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A couple hours later, well rested, we walk outside of the skyrise, me wearing the blue dress he purchased for me and him in a black suit, with a white starched shirt and tie. The doorman tells us to have a nice evening, and Matt tells him to do the same in perfect Russian. Matt opens the back seat of an awaiting limo, makes sure I’m inside, closes my door and walks around and gets in the other side. “Let me put this on you,” he says, taking the seatbelt from my hand, securing me into the soft leather seat, and watching my eyes as he does.
“Where are we going?” I ask as the driver pulls out into the city traffic, the city lights ablaze with life. “It’s a surprise until we get there,” Matt says, taking my hand and stroking the inside of my palm with his forefinger.
Just the touch of his finger gliding over my skin causes me to heat, makes me want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I am thinking about what his fingers could do to me, stroking other places like he did before with his tongue when I am pulled from my day dreams.
The car has drawn up to the curb of the most exclusive skyrise in the city and every nerve ending in my body goes on alert. “This is where you’re taking me?” I ask, looking up at the building that my grandfather owns and one of the many places in the city that he will be able to watch me on camera.
Matt
We pull up to the most elegant restaurant in Moscow, the one I’ve reserved for us, having to pull more than a few strings to arrange it and she’s looking at me with trepidation, not excitement. “Marenah, what’s going on? It’s the nicest restaurant in the city. It even overlooks the Moskva River, I thought you would like it,” I say as the valet approaches.
She looks at me and somethings not right, she’s scared. I lift her chin up, and her eyes still don’t connect with mine. “Marenah, tell me what you’re afraid of?”
“We can’t go up to the restaurant. They have cameras. My family will see you with me, and if it gets back to my grandfather, all hell will break loose,” Marenah says.
I don’t fully understand it yet, but I will in time. “Stay here, and out of sight,” I say to her. “Anything goes south you leave me and get her the hell out of here,” I say to the driver as the valet opens the door. I get out of the car, head into the skyrise and to the elevator. They’ve already seen the car pull up. If we leave now, it will alert them that something else is going on and they will have reason for suspicion.
The elevator dings before it opens into the sky level restaurant and the hostess behind the podium. “I just arrived back into the city. Do you have a table available?” I ask in my best Russian accent taking the opportunity to glance around as I wait for her response.
The hostess with short dark spiky hair and a long sleek body smiles and shrugs at me apologetically. “What will you pay?” she asks, batting her eyes, letting me know that if the price is right, she’ll shuffle the tables and accommodate what I want.
“Table or no? It’s early, the dinner crowd isn’t even out,” I say, glancing at my phone which registers only 6 p.m.
“Sorry. We have no tables available this evening or later tonight,” the young brunette says, and I turn, making my way back to the elevator. As it reaches the ground level and opens, there is a crowd of young people coming into the skyrise. “If you’re heading upstairs it’s all full unless you have a reservation,” I say with feigned disgust and I head back to the limo, slide into the passenger seat, and our driver peels away.
“Matt, what happened?” Marenah says.
“Nothing, but only because you told me about the cameras. Our car won’t be a target. They won’t even follow me. Just a man who didn’t make reservations,” I say as I pull her into my arms and the driver moves into the wave of evening city traffic.
I feel her body tremble and that tells me that there is so much more swirling around her mind. “We’ll go somewhere else, it’s no problem, but are you going to tell me what’s going on, Princess?” I say, lifting her chin so that I can look into the blue eyes that are wide, intense, and focused on my own as she contemplates how to respond.
“My family, they’re not what you would be accustomed to. They are, connected,” Marenah says and her eyes close with guilt, embarrassment, or something else.
“We all have skeletons, Princess,” I say, rubbing her shoulder.
“Whatever the history, or the story, we make the future,” I say as our driver pulls up to the penthouse that has been reserved in my name. The valet opens her side, and I walk around and guide her into the skyrise and toward the private elevator that takes us to the penthouse suite of the hotel.
I send a message to Nate who I just happen to know is still hanging out in Russia following my ass, no doubt at the ask of Jay. Dumbasses, they think I haven’t seen him trailing us, but I’ve had to have eyes in the back of my head since I was little. Almost as soon as my message is received my phone pings with his response. One word. Asshole. I laugh, knowing he’ll do as I asked.
“Would you like a drink, Marenah?” I ask, as the elevator opens to the luxurious condo. I push the remote that retracts the drapes and allows us an expansive view of the Russian capital and Moskva river. The view from my penthouse is even more impressive than the restaurant would have been, but I wanted her to be able to relax and show her a fun evening, not be thrown right into my home away from home right away.
“Please,” she says in response to my question about a drink, but she’s biting her lips. She’s nervous, the sexual tension between us is entirely palpable. She wants to lose her virginity tonight, and I want nothing more than to take it, but it won’t be rushed or hurried, so my Princess needs to relax.
I pour her a drink of the vodka that’s been left for us and take her hand, guiding her to the sofa that looks out over the city. “I had a great time today. I’ve never had so much fun touring a new city,” I say, and it’s true.
She crosses her leg over the other and the slit of her dress parts, exposing her long creamy thigh and calf. Her sandals showcase the slender ankles and French tipped toes, colored a perfect little pink, and all I can think about is having them wrapped around my neck as I drive my cock into her little virginal pussy.
Her cheeks flush as she realizes I’m looking at her bared skin and she tugs on the silky material of her dress to cover herself. “I did, too. Things like this, they don’t happen in my world, Matt. I don’t date. I don’t dress up for guys and go out on dates. This is all throwing me off my game a little,” Marenah says.
She’s apologizing for her innocence and doesn’t have a clue in the world how hot that is. I shift in my seat and take a sip of my drink. Fuck that’s strong. “Why did you pick that dress, Marenah?” I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her lips.
Her cheeks flush pink, and she runs her index finger over her thumb, a little habit I’ve noticed she has when she’s nervous. “Because Miss Thing was looking at you like you were her next meal and I wanted you to think I was sexy,” Marenah says, the embarrassment at her admission clear, but there’s something else brewing in those expressive eyes. She strokes her tongue over her bottom lip and my cock hardens to stone almost instantly.
“And you thought I wanted her?” I say.
She shrugs. “I’m not sure about that, but she’s probably more your type. Seemed like a little tiger, would definitely be able to keep up to you in the bedroom.”
“We should probably get something clear. I wouldn’t have traveled clear across the globe if you weren’t the one I wanted. The fact that you’re inexperienced and that I can teach you about sexual pleasure is almost intoxicating, it’s a gift, understand?” I ask, watching her pupils dilate as she takes in what I’ve said. I stroke her lower lip, the place her teeth have just left and graze over her velvety softness.
She nods. “Good, I had dinner ordered in, so let’s enjoy the meal when it arrives, the exceptional view, have a
couple drinks and get to know each other a little more,” I say, just as the ding of the elevator alerts me that our dinner has arrived.
The caterers set up on the dining room table, and I watch as she observes the familiar Russian dishes being laid out before us. A plate of shashlyk, pork sliced thick and long and cooked over a gentle fire with a pomegranate marinade, and then a fruit pie stuffed with mulberries and topped with a delicious looking meringue.
The dinner is fabulous, and she explains the traditions behind some of the dishes as we eat and sip our drinks. When we are sated, I pull her to me. “I wanted to take you out to eat and then dancing in your beautiful dress before I unwrapped you,” I say, licking the seam of her lips.
“That’s so incredibly hot. I’m sorry it wasn’t the evening you were planning, but I’ve had the best time, and I want you to be my first,” Marenah says shyly, kissing my lips.
Marenah
The elevator doors open to his penthouse, and I inhale deeply, trying to wrap my head around the turn of events. I have never been able to commit. The thought of getting close to someone has always been a hard limit for me, knowing my mother, my sister, and I were rejected by our father before my birth. I’ve watched my sister attach herself to any man that would give her affection, year after year since she learned the truth about our father. It was too much, and I vowed never to let a man get close to my heart, give him that power over me, the ability to devastate me like that.
I might indulge every once in a while in a little extracurricular activity, a kiss or a little feel, but then my head always gets in the way. Maybe because, until now, there’s never been this energy, this burning inferno that sparks whenever Matt’s anywhere near me. The physical attraction that I have for this man is too powerful, and I know he feels it too.
“Stand up for me. I want to see my package,” Matt says, and everything in my core clenches with desire for this man. I don’t know why he’s the one that I want to give my virginity to, but my body has selected him and I know it on a deep primal level. I stand, shy, and spin for him, and the desire in his eyes is intoxicating and probably mirrors that of my own.
“Absolutely gorgeous, Princess. Turn, I want to unwrap you,” he says, and I do what he asks, spinning on my heels until I am faced away from him. He unzips the small zipper from my lower back to right above my ass and then slides the delicate straps over each shoulder, peeling them down my arms, holding the material in place while he kisses my neck and shoulders, trailing after the missing material as he does.
The moan of pleasure is mine, but his cock grows even harder against my ass at the sound of it. “You’re so responsive, Princess. We’re going to go slow, and you’re going to tell me exactly what you like or don’t like, understand?” Matt says, whispering in my ear while he licks the inside of the shell.
I shiver, and he pulls me tighter against him, pushing his cock against my ass.
“That’s right Princess. Tell me what you like, moan for me, just like that,” Matt says, letting the rest of the material of my dress glide down the length of my body until it hits the floor in a pile at my feet. I step out of it, standing in just a white lacy thong and pewter-colored Jimmy Choo sandals. The silver straps circle my ankles and show off my painted toes, and their height and angle causes my ass to tilt upward.
I have never felt so desired, so wanton, and as he spins me, the look in his eyes devours me, and makes me feel wanted. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Princess,” he says, stroking my nape with one hand, letting his fingers of the other hand glide over my nipple, pulling me close, kissing my lips, softly at first, but with increasing passion as I open to him. His tongue captures mine, at the same time he pulls my body closer, rubbing against me before he lifts me.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and hang onto my neck, Princess,” Matt says, and I do as he’s asked, and he walks us into his bedroom. He lays me onto the soft down comforter and spreads my legs with his hands. “Stay open for me, Marenah,” Matt says, kissing down the length of my body, taking his time, sucking on one nipple, then the other, kissing my navel and exploring its center with his tongue before trailing lower, rolling his forefinger through the most sensitive part of my body, blowing on my sex with the warmth of his breath.
My entire core clenches with desire and I grab onto the bedding with both hands, not sure how to deal with the incredible amount of pleasure.
“That’s it Princess,” Matt says, blowing on my sex again before he lowers his mouth, letting his tongue wash me from center straight up to my clit, taking it into his mouth, intermittently caressing and then sucking hard, taking his time, bringing me to the edge time and time again and then leaving me delirious with desire, trying my best not to strain against him, and panting with desire.
“I want you to be my first,” I say, kissing him with a passion that I have never felt before.
“Easy Princess,” he says, settling between my legs. His cock is hard, erect, jutting up and curving against his tight abs while he looks down at me and sticks one finger deep inside of me. “So wet and creamy and so very tight,” he says, wrapping himself before sliding a second digit in, the fullness stretching me as he scissors his fingers. He stills then, allowing me to accommodate to their width, before sliding them deeper and curling them. As soon as he does, that throbbing starts, it’s so sensitive there, right in that very spot, and as he rubs his fingers against it, the waves start building deep inside of me.
It feels so good, I’m unable to take it anymore, right on the edge of something, so incredibly delicious—nothing I’ve experienced at my own hand before has ever been like this. I moan softly, consumed by this throbbing neediness.
“You’re trembling, Princess. Ready to come for me?” Matt asks, rubbing his cock against my opening and stroking my clit with his hardness to push me over the edge. The waves of pleasure ripple through me, again and again, and with that he pushes my knees up and drives his cock right into the very depths of me, thrusting past my virginity, settling deep inside of me.
I cry out softly from the pleasure mixed with pain and he stills, kissing my lips, stroking my cheek and calming me as my body acclimates to the burn and his incredible size. “Oh my God, Matt, you’re inside of me,” I say, panting, feeling him pulse, hard and rigid within my body. The feel of him and the desire I see in his eyes cause my center to ache. He holds himself in check for me, allowing me the time to stretch and to accept him, and that only adds to my desire. My thighs clench deliciously around his waist, pulling him closer, and he allows himself to sink deeper and I gasp.
He looks down at me, those wide eyes storming with passion as he restrains himself. He nuzzles my nose and strokes my cheek, and I can feel him pulsing inside of me, stretching me, causing my center to clench around him with desire. “Ready Princess?” he asks, parting my lips with his own, capturing my tongue as he begins to move, creating a rhythm, slow at first, rocking, stretching me, and then harder, and soon I can feel him hitting the end of me, that spot that spasms and wants more when he does, and that’s the very spot he keeps hitting, over and over, rebuilding a tidal wave of desire inside of me. I hear myself moaning, calling his name, needing everything that he gives me.
He thrusts against that spot harder and faster and my ankles tighten against his waist. Current after pleasurable current as he drives us both to release, sending shock waves through our bodies, not stopping until the last of the waves have dissipated, and we are sated and spent, wrung out with the pleasure, holding each other through it until we begin to recover.
I pull his face, which is now right above mine, down for a kiss. I don’t care that his lips have just been in my most intimate area. In fact, for some reason it makes me want to kiss him even more. “That was more than I ever imagined it would be. I never knew it could be this good,” I say, licking his bottom lip and then suckling it, relishing in his moan of pleasure.
Matt
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p; I wake up and watch the beautiful princess sleeping in my arms. Her face is nuzzled against my chest and her lovely blonde hair cascades down her back and over my stomach. The fact that she has put her trust in me, giving me her virginity, is a gift that I will always treasure. I stroke her hair, pushing it back so I can see her face and watch her breathe.
It’s almost noon and I’m starving. We stayed up way too late enjoying each other some more, walked around the city, and then ended up back at her place. I’ve had an intense desire to protect Marenah from the very first moment I saw her, and now it is only getting stronger. While I could easily call down to the concierge who takes care of the penthouse guests, instead I send a message to Nate, who was out late watching us as we walked around the city.
Message: Pick up pirogi/chocolate lattes at the bakery down the street? In an hr?
Reply: Fuck you!
Message: Not in the stars.
Reply: Paybacks are a bitch!
I almost laugh right the fuck out loud. A ladies’ man through and through, he’s not looking to get attached to anyone long enough to stay for breakfast.
Marenah shifts, and her long legs stretch against mine, and she nuzzles in closer, and all thoughts of Nate and his problems evaporate. When her leg slides along mine and encircles it in her sleep, my dick twitches, but so does my brain.—the part of it that warns me that getting too close to someone brings heartache and a lot of pain, the kind you can’t just heal from like a broken bone or a busted rib. The kind that leaves the remnants of it seared into your being like a brand. It reminds me of Alyse, and why I stay the hell away from connections, but as I look down at my princess, I know that it may already be too late because every fiber of my being wants her curled up next to me exactly as she is, us craving each other, even in sleep, and most definitely when we are awake.
