Aeromancist: The Beginning

by Charmaine Pauls

“How, krasavitsa? I could make it soft and sweet, or hard and fast. I could drench you in pleasure, until you beg me to stop, or I could be your slave, helpless in your hands. Tell me your fantasy.”

  “I don’t have one.”

  He leaned back to look at her. “If a man asks you your fantasy, tell him. If he’s a man, a real man, he’ll make it reality.”

  “What is your fantasy, Lann?”

  “To be the man you want in your body right now. For your pussy to ache for my cock, and my cock alone. I want to see your eyes go wide as I fuck you. I want my name on your beautiful lips as I make you come.”

  Her heartbeat increased a hundred-fold. It hammered under his palm where it rested on her chest.

  “You like it when I talk dirty to you, mm?”

  She could only look at him, unable to utter a sound.

  “You want it hard?”

  God, yes. She whimpered. The sound of fabric tearing registered in her lust-hazed mind.

  “Like this?” he said. “Is this what you need?”

  When she looked down, she saw Lann pulling her torn panties from her body and dropping them to the floor. She gasped. Yes. Yes, she wanted that, for him to take control. Before she could say anything, Lann lifted his hips under her. She heard his zipper, and then his cock was against her wet folds, hard and hot. A loud moan left her lips as he lifted her and positioned his long length at her entrance. All Kat could do was grab the armrests of the chair as he moved her down, and in the same instance, pushed up. She felt him penetrating her, hard and fast, and it was what she wanted, how she wanted.

  With one thrust, he was buried in her, her clit rubbing against his pelvis. The movement burned and stretched her sensitive channel, the pain driving her even higher. She cried out, already lost in the sensation of promised pleasure.

  “Like this?” he said.

  She could hardly speak. “Y-yes.”

  Instead of ramming up into her, like she had expected, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back, changing the angle of his penetration. She felt like she was falling, but his hands on her waist kept her steady. She leaned back more, feeling him inside of her with more pressure, more depth. Then he started moving, not up, but in small circles, rotating his hips under her. Her nails dug into the leather of the chair. Her head rolled back. She couldn’t stop the low moans that came from her mouth. The burning eased, until there was only ecstasy. The sensation was unbearable. Too slow.

  “More, Lann. Fuck me. Now. I need you to take me hard.”

  “That’s it, bella. Tell me what to give you.” He lifted her hands from the chair and placed them on his shoulders.

  “Katherine.” When she didn’t look at him, he repeated her name. She raised her head, battling to focus on him, on anything other than the release building inside of her.

  “I want to hear you say my name, bella.”

  “Ah.” He was pushing her toward the edge, but too slowly. Why was he backing down? Why had he stopped moving?

  “Katherine, can you do that for me?”

  She blinked, stared at him, and saw him gritting his teeth.

  “Say my name, krasavitsa.”

  It wasn’t possible to speak. She was long past that point. But she recognized the command in his voice.

  Taking a shuddering breath, she said, “Lann.”

  It came out as a whisper, and it pleased him, because he started moving again, not slow, but hard, taking her with a force that had her, this time, screaming his name. He slammed up and at the same time forced her body down. She broke, came for him, spent her passion all over him as she clenched and spasmed while he clung to her, emptying himself deep inside of her.

  It took a while for Kat to find her breath, and while she did, he held her, his arms around her body, pulling her head to his chest. His hair fell around her face. She buried herself in his warmth and his scent, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

  When both their bodies were relaxed, he kissed the top of her head, lifted her and put her on her feet. He picked up the shreds of her panties and dropped them in the trashcan.

  “You’ll have to change again,” he said, giving her a smile. “There’s a bathroom in there.” He pointed at a door off the side.

  Kat looked at her crumpled dress. His semen was running down her legs. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks.

  He zipped himself up. “Are you alright?” His eyes clouded over. “Did I take you too hard?”

  “No.” She bit her lip. “That was perfect.”

  His frown didn’t fade when she went for the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She cleaned up as best as she could. When she returned, Lann stood in front of the window, his gaze pensive. He turned and offered her a smile, but his demeanor was back to formal.

  “I’ve asked Alfonso to set you up in the library,” he said. “I’ll be working there for most of the day, and I want you close.”

  His words warmed her heart, but his eyes seemed cold again, and far away.

  “I’m going to ... um,” she flushed again, “get some underwear. I’ll see you downstairs, I guess.”

  She was already by the door when he said, “Leave off the underwear.”

  She turned abruptly, her face turning even redder. “What?”

  “I prefer to know you’re naked under your dress.” His eyes darted down to her pelvis. When they met hers again, his held a challenge. “Can you do that, bella?”

  She lifted her chin. “If you can do it, so can I.”

  Thinking about Lann’s unrestricted hard-on in his pants made her stomach do a backflip.

  “Good girl,” he purred.

  She slipped out of his office to clean up properly in her room. She’d have to mind how she was sitting today. The thought made her grin.

  Coming back downstairs, Kat found Alfonso waiting for her. He showed her a desk installed at the back of the library, facing Lann’s, and brought her a pot of Juan Valdez and a croissant.

  “Thank you,” Kat said, looking at the pastry, “but I don’t really eat breakfast.”

  “Sir’s command, Miss. If you prefer something different, you just have to say.”

  She said nothing at that, and the butler left. If Magda and the others wondered why she was there, they didn’t ask. They greeted each other briefly, and then Kat started to work in earnest.

  The assistants gathered a pile of books Magda had set aside and left for the workshop. When there were only the two of them in the room, Magda said, “Are you working for Lann, Kat?”

  “No. I’m working on my thesis.”

  “Oh.” Magda didn’t seem content with Kat’s evasive answer, but she didn’t press the issue.

  For the next two hours, Kat worked in silence. She made good progress and was happy with her effort. When the door opened, she looked up to see Lann entering. She rubbed the sore muscles of her neck, stiff from typing for too long, and couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. He walked to her and started massaging her shoulders. She groaned, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw Magda regarding them curiously.

  “Working hard?” There was a smile in his voice.

  “Need to. I’m behind my scheduled deadlines. Got to hand in the next few pages of this chapter by the end of the week.”

  He leaned over her, his hair brushing her shoulder. For a while, he was silent, reading what she had typed on her laptop, and then he wheeled a ladder to a shelf in the middle section, locked it in place, and got up to the top level. He didn’t have to look for what he needed. He removed a book carefully. Kat watched his lean form as he carried the book to her and placed it on the desk.

  “That’ll help.”

  She glanced at the title and looked up at him in awe. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” He smiled, and went to his desk.

  Until lunchtime, they worked without interrupting each other. Alfonso came to tell them lunch was served on the pool patio. Magda and the rest of the staff ate at the big
table in the kitchen. Kat enjoyed the grilled chicken breast and butternut salad, having found her appetite again. They didn’t linger over lunch. She was glad. She wanted to get back to her task.

  She was bent over her laptop, her lip between her teeth, when she became aware of Lann’s stare. She stopped typing and looked up. He stood at the light table, and when their eyes met, he smiled.

  “What are you working on?” she said.

  “Restoration.” He motioned at the books. “I’m going through them, assessing what needs to be done to either maintain or repair them.”

  “How come you know so much about this?”

  “A passion. This collection was falling to pieces. It was a shame to let it go to waste because of a lack of government funding.”

  “Is that why you bought it?”

  “Yes. And I wanted to make it accessible to the public. These works belong to everyone, not only to theology students and monks.”

  “You’re right,” she said, admiring his obvious dedication. She got up and walked to him. “So what are you looking for, when you pore over these books?”

  “Come here.” He moved, making space for her next to him. “I’m looking at the binding, the ink and paper quality. See there?” He pointed at a colored border. “Fading. This needs a touch-up. Everything is noted and then Magda draws up a report on each book, after which she makes the necessary arrangements to get the needed work done.”

  She placed her palms on the desk, lowering her head for a better view.

  “Look for the difference in hue of the color,” Lann said, pointing at a section where the ink was lighter. As he spoke, his hand moved over hers, his broad palm burying her smaller one. Kat loved the subtle show of affection, and realized with a start that she already wanted more than Lann’s body. He released her hand to drag his fingers up her arm and down her spine, until he cupped her ass.

  With his other hand, he swept her hair over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you being naked under this dress.”

  Kat glanced up quickly, wondering if Magda had overheard him. The librarian was staring at them, but when Kat met her eyes, she looked away. Kat felt her cheeks flare with color. She carefully pulled back from Lann, and took her place by her desk again. His smile was amused as his gaze lingered in the general direction of her knees. Kat smirked at him and shut his face from her line of vision with the angle of her laptop screen.

  They worked until five and, when her brain was tired from thinking, Kat got into her exercise gear and told Lann she was going for a jog. To her surprise, the Jaguar followed her. She recognized Lann’s driver from the night before, and the man with him was someone she had seen in Lann’s security detail.

  Back at the convent, she changed into her bikini and went for a dip in the pool. She lounged in the sun for half an hour, took a shower and dressed for dinner in a black off-shoulder blouse and white slacks. Lann had been locked up in his office since she left, but he joined her for a dinner of lobster and baby potatoes tossed in parsley butter before he excused himself to go for a workout in the gym.

  Kat went to her room, got undressed and got into bed. She was still awake when she heard the door of Lann’s bedroom open. She could hear the water in his shower coming on. A few minutes later, he opened the door between their rooms. She knew he would come, waited eagerly for him, and now that he stood there, naked and aroused, her heart did a crazy dance while every inch of her skin heated.

  He carried something in his hand that he left on the dresser. “This is yours.”

  In the light from the lamp, she recognized the silver box. The hairclip.

  “Are those real rubies?”

  “Yes, bella.” He said it like her question surprised him. “They match the color of your hair.”

  “I can’t accept it.”

  “Why not?”

  He walked to her and stretched out on the bed, his body covering hers just like the night before. His skin was cool. He smelled of soap and his masculine cologne. His hand trailed down the side of her body, over her breast and hip to her thigh.

  “Because it’s too valuable. I could never give you anything in kind.”

  His hand slipped underneath her body to cup her ass. “I’m not giving you things because I expect something in return.”

  “It doesn’t seem right.” She gasped as his other hand went down the front of their bodies, finding her sex.

  “You have a strange idea of what’s right and wrong, bella.” He rubbed her clit slowly. “When a man gives you a gift, say thank you...” his lips searched hers, “...and kiss him.”

  For the moment, Kat didn’t argue. She was too engrossed with the feelings stirring in her body.

  He slipped a finger inside of her. “So wet. So responsive.” His thumb pressed lightly on her clit. He lifted his head to look down at her as another finger joined the first, stretching her. Kat whimpered softly, her eyes closing from the intensity of the added sensation. His other hand caressed her ass.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, Katherine, just a bit, and then I want to love you with my cock.”

  Her moans grew louder as he started doing exactly that. Too slow. It was delicious torture. She pressed her hips up, needing more, and felt his palm flattening over her sex, pushing down on her clit while his fingers drove her closer to the edge. She was panting, her body craving the pleasure Lann would bring. He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before giving it a nip with his teeth.

  When her eyes flew open at the sharp pain, he said, “Keep those beautiful eyes open for me. I want to watch you come.”

  His fingers slipped from her sleek opening. He had positioned himself between her thighs, and she felt his hardness press against her opening. She expected him to take her hard, like the night before, but he entered her slowly, stopping after every inch to give her time to adjust to his size. He didn’t move, simply stretched her, observed her, until she started squirming underneath him in frustration. When she gripped his hips, trying to make him move, he took her hands and lifted them above her head.

  “Tonight, I want to make love to you, bella.”

  Their eyes remained locked as he inched into her more. She gasped.

  “I love watching your eyes when my cock stretches you,” he whispered. “Your lashes flutter, ever so slightly, every time I move. And when I do this...” he pushed deeper, “...your pupils dilate. Yes, just like that. Do you know how expressive you are?”

  She only whimpered as he tortured her further by giving her more, but not enough.

  He took his time to enter her, and when her body had accepted his full size, he lifted himself slightly to look down at her while he finally started moving, painfully slow.

  Her knees locked around him. “Please, more.”

  Tonight, Lann refused to be rushed. He kept his weight on one hand while the other slipped down to her clit again, his fingers finding the nub that ached with need. He started a massage that matched the pace of his body–long, deep strokes that brought her to the edge but left her hanging.

  Her hands gripped his hair, trying to bring his head down to hers but he pulled back.

  “I can’t kiss you, sweetheart. I want to look at you.”

  She shook with need. “Please, please, Lann.”

  “Please what, bella?”

  “Please let me come.”

  “Soon, krasavitsa.”

  He increased his pace slightly. Kat’s release started to tighten her body. It was unrushed, torturously intense, a slow build.

  His eyes widened. “I can see your need, and it’s beautiful, bella. Right now, I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”

  She twisted under him. The pleasure engulfed her, a wave that swept her body and mind away.

  “Tell me, Katherine,” he said.

  “Only you, Lann,” she whispered, before a cry of sensual gratification was trapped in her throat by the intensity of her orgasm.

 
Her body lifted off the mattress. Her eyes went out of focus. Her legs clutched around the man holding her. Only then did Lann let himself go, moving in and out of her with deep, unhurried strokes that kept her body hovering in the bliss of aftershocks, until it was building again.

  She was faintly aware of crying out, of saying his name, and of begging for it to stop.

  “No more, please. It’s too sensitive. I can’t.”

  “Yes, my love, you can.” Her eyes fluttered, but his voice brought her back to him. “Look at me.”

  She tried to focus on him. Her body was a mass of sensation. She gripped his hips, but he lowered her arms and pinned them next to her body. Lann was in control.

  “Lann.” Her voice shook.

  “I’m here, krasavitsa.” He groaned. “Fuck. Katherine.”

  A throaty cry escaped his lips. He threw his head back and slammed into her, as deep as he could. He clenched his jaw while his body shook over hers. Kat longed to hold him, but he still held her wrists to the bed. It was only when his body went limp that he released her, and she could stroke her hands over his back.

  He nuzzled her neck. “You’re always beautiful,” he said against her skin, “but even more so when you orgasm for me.”

  There was pride in his voice. He rolled off her and draped her body over his. They were both wet from his semen, but she didn’t care. He kissed the top of her head, and whispered tender words to her in Russian she didn’t understand.

  Chapter Five

  In the convent, it was easy to fall into a routine. It was exactly what Kat needed to get her work done. She had no cleaning or cooking duties, and used the bonus time productively. During the day, they worked in close proximity, except for when Lann withdrew to his office. They shared a light lunch, and in the late afternoon Kat went for a jog while Lann worked out in the gym. Sometimes he joined her for a swim before dinner, and after retiring, he always came to her room. How he took her depended on how she asked. Sometimes it was hard and fast, at other times slow and easy. He claimed her often, once her body had adjusted to him, at least twice a day, at times more. And she could never get enough.