by April Lust
The windows rattled with the force of the wind, and the floor begins to shake. I run downstairs, chilly and wet from the snow. I begin to pray Beast returns home soon even though I’m not quite done snooping. I don’t want him to get into an accident driving in the snow.
Maybe I’ll get to clean his wounds again. This time I won’t let him stop at just kissing me. We’ll go further and further, my lust and passion urging us on like demons in the night.
The downstairs is surprisingly warmer than the rest of the house. I walk towards Beast’s room in search of dry clothes, fishing through is drawers for another pair of sweatpants. As I’m searching I hear crackling beneath the fabric. Picking through layers of shirts and pants, I find a manila envelope with a large A on the front. I know it’s wrong that I’m snooping, and I should leave Beast’s room and head back to my own. I just can’t help myself. I grab the manila envelope and hop onto Beast’s bed, eager to read his secrets.
Inside the folder are documents written in Russian and a few newspaper clippings. I try to make out the type, though it’s smudged, as are a few of the faces. At the bottom of the pile they begin to become clearer, their dates getting closer and closer to today.
Most of the clippings show the same man. It’s like travelling through time because as I flip through the chronological clippings the man becomes older. For some reason, I feel as though I recognize him. I’m not sure where I’ve met him before, but he looks eerily familiar. We’ve got the same almond-shaped eyes and the same hair color. What is this? If only I had my phone on me so I could dig more into this. I can’t read Russian, at least not very well. There are a few words I can make out but they’re mostly dates and street names. None of this information is familiar to me.
I wish my parents had brought me up speaking Russian. They tried to integrate me into American culture as much as possible, erasing all hope of becoming a part of my culture. In school my friends would ask if I could speak Russian, and I would always solemnly shake my head.
“Natalia?”
I jump and scramble to put all the papers back in the envelope. Shit. Now I’m in trouble. “What are you doing back?” I lean forward, tucking the papers under my ass. I can tell Beast’s not fooled, though. He’s got an angry gleam in his eye. At least he doesn’t look injured.
“Things didn’t go too well with Abram. What are you doing with those papers?”
I can’t answer. It feels like there’s dry bread stuck inside my throat. “Is this the man you’re after?” I say pulling out one of the newspaper clippings.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Natalia. I know you know who he is.”
“No, I don’t,” I say, this time angrier. “I have no idea who he is, and I can barely speak Russian. I don’t know who he is! Are you going to tell me?”
“No because you shouldn’t have been snooping in the first place. What are you doing in my room anyway?”
“I was getting some dry clothes.” I’m angry with Beast, even angrier than I am with myself for getting caught. He won’t tell me anything, and he expects me to just sit here and take being a captive.
“Were you outside?”
I don’t answer his question. I don’t want to tell him that I was upstairs trying to get to know him better, that I stood in the snow for much longer than I should have. I’m definitely not going to tell him about how passionate I felt on the roof, like Beast was right there with me.
“What were you doing going through my stuff? What were you looking for?” he asks, and I can tell he’s getting angrier.
I don’t answer him. I’m too embarrassed to explain myself.
“Natalia, answer me.” Beast’s voice is more of a command. “What the hell were you doing going through my shit? Don’t you ever fucking listen?”
“I don’t know!” Throwing my hands up in the air, I stand up off the bed. “I just wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to know what you were hiding from me!”
“Don’t go snooping in my room anymore. I’m doing this to save you, okay? I’m doing this to protect you.” He walks over and places his strong hands on my waist. “I’m doing all this to protect you. You’re under my roof and don’t you forget that. You’ll abide by my rules while you’re in my house. Okay?”
“Don’t touch me.” I wrap my arms around my body and hold myself tightly. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“No,” he says defiantly. Beast’s hands on my body ignite the passion and flames once more, and it’s all I can do not to wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply.
“Yes! Let go of me! I don’t want you to touch me. I’ve never hated anyone more in my life, and if you don’t let go, I’m going to murder—”
He pulls me towards him and places his lips on mine. They’re sweet and salty, soft and warm. I sigh out of pleasure. It’s what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. Since our last kiss, I haven’t been able to think about anything else but his hands on me, in me. His tongue explores my mouth as I hear him moan with desire. This turns me on even more, and I tangle my fingers in his hair holding him close to me so he can’t escape.
He picks me up and places me on the bed, ripping off my shirt and bra with ferocity. We’re all over one another like starving animals.
“I’ve controlled myself this whole time, but I’m not going to anymore,” he says before he starts kissing my neck.
“I don’t want you to,” I moan.
He takes my wrists in his hands and pins me to the bed. I arch my back from the pleasure that circulates through my body. I moan as he cups my breasts, bites my nipples, lets his tongue trail down my stomach. When I think he’s going to go below my waistline, he flips me onto my stomach and bites my back.
It’s my most sensitive spot, the nape of my neck. He pins me down again, biting me on my shoulder blades, which makes me sing like a canary. His warm body presses against my back making me feel completely under his control, and it’s exhilarating. I can tell he can’t control his desire much longer by the way he is pressing his erection against my ass. He wants me as much as I want him. I’m a mixture of angry and happy, an inexplicable combination of feelings that I’ve been feeling towards Beast since the moment we met. And I’m loving every second of it.
Chapter 11 Beast
Natalia is writhing beneath me, her body as splendid as a swan’s. She’s beautiful when she’s like this, and the way she moans drives me crazy. I rip off her pants, tearing a hole in the pocket by accident, and immediately start eating her out. She runs her hands through my close-cropped hair, moaning and arching her back as my tongue plunges inside her again and again.
As I run my tongue over her clit, I savor her wet, musky flavor. She’s soaking wet and her juices are dribbling down my chin, making me hungrier for her body than ever before. Soon we won’t be able to do this anymore. Soon the chaos of the situation will take over, reality will set in. She’ll realize I’m a wanted man and I’ll realize she’s a prima ballerina with a future brighter than the sun. But soon isn’t now. And for now, we can give into our needs and desires.
Smooth, waxed, yet sharp, her legs are muscular, yet delicate, and I place them on my shoulders for greater access to her perfect cunt. I’ve heard her dancing every day, exercising in the confines of her room. I want to ask her if she dances after we leave. For some reason this is such a turn on for me. The fact that she might be twirling out into the main room while I’m off beating up the bad guys.
I imagine her dancing across the room, her arms swooping low as she lifts one of her perfect legs all the way up to her ear. She’s so flexible she can create any letter of the alphabet with her body. I enjoy pushing her, molding her into the shape I want.
And what is it I want? Her, all of her, to turn her into a human heart, lock her in my chest, and keep her always close.
I can tell she’s close to orgasming by the way her legs are shaking.
“Beast!” The sound of Natalia moaning my name is almost enough to set me off. Suddenly, the po
werful orgasm takes hold of her and the lower half of her body is seized by the demon of lust. She leans her head back and cries out once.
I’m hoping desperately Doc, Edge, and the rest have gone. I’m hoping they’re not in the living room drinking and enjoying the show we’re putting on.
“Flip over.” I don’t have to command her twice.
Her body flips over as if she’s imitating a dance move, and suddenly she’s pushing her ass towards me. If I weren’t hard before, I most certainly am now. I grab a condom from the nightstand, rip the wrapper open with my teeth, and slip it over my hard cock. I hold tightly to hips as I push inside of her. The second I enter her, she says my name again, this time barely above a whisper.
We move together, slowly at first, then faster. Her pussy feels heavenly as I slide in and out of her taut body. We move together like one slick muscle, straining and groaning and shifting with all our strength.
I can’t help but groan. Beneath me, Natalia is moving like the expert dancer she is. Her ass is wriggling against my cock, and I let out a loud cry of pleasure. It’s a challenge not to explode inside of Natalia’s perfect pussy, but I manage to grab ahold of her hips and slam against her body with all my might. With each movement, she screams in pleasure. She puts her arms against the headboard and uses her strong core to brace herself against my powerful thrusts. Everything she does turns me on, and I want more of her.
Reaching around the front of Natalia’s body, I cup her breasts, fondling her nipples with my hands. She moans in response to my touch. I wonder what she’d look like if they were pierced. She’d certainly never be able to wear one of those tight leotards anymore, but it would look so hot. Everyone on the stage would be able to notice. I wonder, what happens if their nipples get hard while they’re dancing? Does Natalia ever dance thinking about sex? Is the slick, muscular space between her thighs ever coated with lust instead of sweat?
I moan loudly into her back, raking my nails down her sides with such force that I leave marks. My heart is pounding in my chest as our bodies slam together, and I know we’re completely in sync. Fucking is a lot like dancing – complex, intense, the kind of thing that takes years of practice. But even though this is my first time with Natalia, I can’t ignore how perfect it is.
Natalia lets out a cry of pleasure. She eases forward onto the bed, sliding down in a graceful move that leaves me throbbing with lust. Eagerly, I pull out and grab her hard by the hip. Natalia giggles as I throw her down on her back. My cock is eager for more of this woman, and I’m powerless to stop myself from plunging inside of her once more.
Natalia looks up into my eyes, and I see an expression on her face that I haven’t recognized since my ex-girlfriend was still alive. It’s the look of love. She tries to hide it, realizing I can see her. I pull her legs over my shoulders, and she’s so wet that I enter her easily. I hold her close as thrust inside of her going deeper and harder each time. Natalia closes her eyes and moans, biting my neck and shoulder to keep from screaming as she writhes beneath me. I can tell her body is close to another fierce orgasm, just by the way her perfect muscles are strained and taut.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
Natalia doesn’t reply, only shakes her head.
I start to move slower, sliding my hands up her arms once again ‘til she’s pinned to the bed like a butterfly. Leaning over her magnificent body, I rest my forehead on hers and look straight into her eyes. “Look at me now.”
She does as she’s told, her face a bright shade of cherry.
“Do you feel that?”
Natalia moans softly. Her gorgeous almond eyes are open now, staring at me with an intensity I never would have suspected from her. She whimpers as I slide my cock slowly in and out of her soaked womanhood, thrusting her hips into the air and matching my tempo.
“Answer me.” Leaning over her, I gently kiss her lips. Pulling her lower lip into my mouth, I suck and lick and bite the swollen flesh until Natalia’s moaning into my throat.
When I pull away, she’s breathless. Her cheeks are flushed and her brown eyes are warm with lust. “I still hate you.” Her voice is a soft whisper, an octave higher than normal. The sound sends shivers down my spine, and I growl, thrusting in more deeply than before.
“I bet you’re lying.” I wink at her. Arching my back, I slide out of her body until just the tip of my cock is buried inside her soft perfection. Natalia shudders in response. She doesn’t answer.
Throwing my head back, I burst out laughing.
“You win.” Natalia’s whimper reaches my ears and a hot new trail of lust sears down my spine as our bodies move together.
Our skin, coated with slick sweat, glides and pushes together like a perfectly designed machine. It’s the most raw, animalistic sex I’ve ever had. Still, there’s a disconnect. I can feel Natalia putting up her walls, not wanting to let me in.
“Didn’t you win the moment you came to the production?” she asks. “The second you placed your hand over my mouth and told me not to make a sound? You won the night you were beat up, and I cleaned you. You won when I stitched you up. And here you are, winning again. What’s left, Beast? And what of me? Will I keep on losing?”
Her reply takes me off guard. I don’t know what to say. I don’t even want to think about it and risk losing my massive erection. I didn’t expect Natalia to bring serious matters into sex. It’s just sex, after all. Explosive, hot sex. But sex all the same.
With one hand, I grab both of her wrists and pin them over her head. She struggles against me, throwing her weight against my body. For a moment, it catches me off guard. Her petite frame deceives me each time I look at it, and it’s easy to forget her powerful muscles. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls my cock back inside of her.
Natalia throws her head back and lets out a cry of pleasure. Dripping sweat, I begin pumping my hips in and out of her body as powerfully as I can. Now it’s not enough to just take her – I want to give her the best sex she’s ever had. I want her to close her eyes every time she’s alone and think of me, think of me until she’s so aroused that she has to slide her hand inside her panties and stroke her clit and cum.
Natalia keeps her legs wrapped around me and I fuck her like it’s the end of the world. By the time I cum, we’re both shaking and breathless.
It takes me a moment to realize tears are dripping down her face.
“It just happens sometimes,” Natalia says panting, as she gently twists her wrists out of my grasp and reaches up to wipe her face. She’s red and sweating and I can tell I’ve given her an intense workout – maybe even more intense than dancing.
“Are you okay?”
Natalia lurches backwards, away from my touch. “I’m fine. You win, Beast. Isn’t that what you want?” She raises her eyebrows at me and her almond eyes are strange now, distant, as if she’s suddenly forgotten that thirty seconds ago she was moaning and writhing under the weight of my body.
If I’m the winner, why does it feel like I’m losing right now? Like I’ve somehow hurt her? I don’t want it to pain her to feel for me, but I don’t want it to feel good, either. Shouldn’t it hurt? This feeling, what do they call it again?
“So what about me?” Natalia climbs off the bed and tosses her brown curls over one shoulder. Her slender body is perfectly illuminated in the dim room, and she looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Her small breasts are capped with rosy pink nipples, and the curls between her legs are light brown with blonde highlights. She looks like a painting, like she belongs in a Goddamned museum.
“Whaddya mean, what about me?” I peel the condom off my softening dick and toss it into the trash. Natalia winces as the wet latex misses the rim of the can, making a soft squish as it falls to the floor.
“Am I the loser, then? If you’re winning, what about me?”
“Don’t start this,” I warn her. “Don’t even fucking think about it, Natalia.”
Natalia pouts, shaking her head slowly from si
de to side.
“You’re not losing,” I add quietly. For some reason, I want to say something else. But there aren’t any appropriate words in my head. Nothing I can say to somehow diffuse the situation and make her feel better. And to be honest, I’m not really sure I even want to make her feel better. She’s a troublesome little demon, and maybe it’s better if there’s distance growing between us.
“I hate you.” Natalia crosses her slender arms over her perfect breasts. Her voice is joking, but her face is so deadly serious. Those Goddamned Russians – they’re harder to read than Latin.
“I hate you, too. Happy now?”
Natalia doesn’t reply. With a grunt, I bend over and grab my pants, pulling them up around my hips. By the time I’ve turned around, Natalia’s dressed once again.
It’s started to sleet again. I don’t have a clue as to what’s going on with the weather, be it global warming or a demonic force of nature. Jupiter hurls miniature thunderbolts at the warehouse. As the sleet pounds against the windows, Natalia jumps into the air. Even startled, she manages to be graceful.
