by Twyla Turner
I want to be free with my sexuality, and have a man that loves that part of me. To explore our limits and kinks together.
Shit!
This whole time, I’ve been turning my nose up at the club and its kinks. But it isn’t the sex club and it’s voyeuristic, exhibitionistic, BDSM-tinted atmosphere that is wrong or sinister. They are all willing, consenting adults. It is my imprisonment that taints the beauty and exploratory nature of the club. It’s Ivan.
It took sixty seconds of being in their presence to switch on the imaginary light bulb above my head.
The elevator doors close. Leaving Yury and myself alone in a confined space. Trapping anger, frustration, sexual tension, and any other emotion passing between us. I can feel his anger coming off of him in waves. I would speak, but I know he can’t respond.
Yury presses the button for the fifth floor. One floor below the top. I turn my head to look at him, but he keeps his face and eyes forward. I’ve been curious about the other floors the whole time I’ve been here, so I remain quiet for curiosity’s sake.
The elevator stops on the fifth floor, and Yury takes my hand and pulls me off into the hallway. The hall is low-lit with sconces on the walls between each doorway on either side. Some of the doors were closed (occupied) and as we walk past, I can see inside those that are vacant. Each one is different. One is set up like a doctor’s examination room with the padded table, stirrups, and everything. Another room looks like a police interrogation room. A corporate conference room. A masseur’s studio. A high-powered businessman’s office. My mouth gapes open at each one I look into. Finally, Yury pulls me into the last one at the end of the hall. It looks like a harem, straight out of Arabian Nights. All of the rooms were for fantasies. Any scenario you’ve ever dreamt up.
Have a hot doctor you fantasize about? Let him feel you up under your paper gown. Wanna play bad cop? Interrogate your lover while they’re cuffed to the table. Have a crush on your co-worker? Have a torrid affair right on the conference room table. Imagine yourself a sultan with a harem? Fuck your concubine on all of the colorful Moroccan style pillows and cushions.
Yury slams the door shut and I jump, pulling me out of my daydreaming.
“What was all that, Winter?” He growls at me.
I love the way the W in my name sounds like a V when he says it with his Russian accent. But I try not to let it charm me. I can’t forget that I’m as mad at him as he is at me.
“Oh, so you can talk now?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“The room is sound proof. No one will hear me.”
“No, Yury. I mean after two weeks you can finally lower yourself to speak to me?”
“I was trying to give you your space.” He looks away from me. “What happened between us two weeks ago can’t happen again.”
A pang of hurt pinches at my heart. His rebuff, although necessary in his mind, cuts me to the quick. Reminding me of past rejections. Boys that I had crushes on saying I was too weird looking. I’d heard it all. Even down to the superstitious. Guys telling me that they’d heard albinos are evil and will suck the spirit out of anyone they laid with.
There was, of course, the other side of the spectrum. Those who only wanted to be with me to show off as a trophy. Or they wanted to try to get in my pants to see if “it” was “different” with an albino. Luckily, I was smart enough not to give it up to those guys.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t been smart enough to recognize someone being with me only to make a name for himself once I had become famous. I was so busy worrying about how men perceived my appearance that I didn’t think about that part.
“Winter, I am not trying to hurt your feelings. I am trying to save you. If Ivan found out, we’d both be dead.” Yury assures me.
My hurt must be written all over my face.
“It’s okay if you’re not that attracted to me. I’ve been there before. I’ll live.” I can’t seem to keep the pout out of my voice.
“You have no idea of the kind of restraint I have had to build up in order not to fuck you every second of every day since the day you smiled at me on the street. I am hard right now. I have been hard since I tasted you that night. I cannot get you out of my head.” Yury flings his hands in frustration.
“Then do it already! How will Ivan know? And even if he does, I don’t care.”
“BUT I DO!!!” Yury shouts angrily.
I flinch back.
He squeezes his eyes shut in a look of regret and continues in a softer tone.
“Besides, it is obvious that you want Ivan. I would not stand in your way.” Yury looks away as he finishes.
My mouth flaps open and close several times before my mind can form a coherent sentence.
“Are- Are you fucking kidding me, right now? Since when have I wanted Ivan?”
“Do not play dumb, Winter. I know you have been having sex with him. No need to pretend to protect my feelings.”
“Protect your feelings?! How hard is that big head of yours?” I walk up to him and push him in frustration. He doesn’t move. Ugh! “I haven’t had sex with Ivan. Not since that day you walked in on him practically forcing himself on me. I lock myself in the bathroom and sleep in the gotdamn bathtub every night since then so he won’t touch me.”
“He said-”
“I don’t give a shit what he says. He’s lying!” I cut him off with a screech. “Don’t you see? No, it’s obvious you don’t. I don’t want him because I want you! And he knows that. He’s been playing you because he knows that I’m falling for you, ya big dope. Since that first day on the sidewalk in Moscow.”
Without warning, he crushes me within the circle of his arms. Where I’ve been trying to get for weeks.
~~~
I press her against the wall. I cannot help the force with which I kiss her. Or the tremble of my hands as I clutch her face. I have never been happier in my life. This is an absolute fact since I have not had many reasons to feel happiness like this in my life. My heart feels like it might explode or has expanded to twice its size. And my hands shake with all the emotions I’m feeling.
I would normally be embarrassed by their quiver, but not with Winter. She has accepted me and all my flaws. External and internal. Even after I was the one to kidnap her. It’s like she actually sees me. From the beginning.
I stroke my hands down her neck as I kiss her fiercely. I tug the straps of her dress down her arms and release her breasts. I slide her up the wall and hold her steady as my mouth travels down her neck, collarbone, and to the swell of her white flesh to her pale pink nipple. Winter moans and thrust her hips towards me as I swirl my tongue around her tightened peak. As my teeth graze and my tongue flicks, her moans gain volume.
I frantically shove at the skirt of her dress to bare her pink pussy to me. As much as I want to fuck her right now, I know I have to get her ready, or she’ll never be able to take all of me. So my fingers find her slit wet and welcoming. I dip inside her warmth with my index finger as my thumb circles her sensitive clit. I move to her other breast. My tongue plays with her nipple in time to my thumb on her clit. Her inner walls squeeze my finger, and she’s getting wetter by the second.
I slide my middle finger inside of her to join the other. Stretching her. Preparing her. Once she’s ready, I add one more finger just to be sure. She rides my fingers as she holds onto my neck for dear life.
“Yury, I’m ready. I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel you,” she breathes against my lips.
I can feel the beginning flutters of an impending orgasm, and I too want to feel her come around my cock.
She holds on tight to my neck, and I brace her against the wall as I remove my hand from around her waist to release my near bursting dick from my slacks. The moment I’m free, I slip my fingers from her eager cunt and replace them with the tip of my aching cock.
The last two weeks I’ve stroked myself off every night to her image. Even when I was angry at her, I wanted her. And her performance tonight, althou
gh it frustrated me because it put her in a precarious position, it turned me on so much I can hardly concentrate.
I grasp her hips and take the first plunge, deep and smooth. Winter throws her head back, her red lips pop open, and a guttural gasp passes her lips.
“FFFFFFuck!” She exclaims as her white brows draw together in a scowl of pleasure.
I agree with her. Nothing in my life has felt better than her tight, wet pussy pulling me deeper into its depths. Cradling me. Beckoning me home. She makes me want to come from the first thrust. But I pull it together and focus on her pleasure first.
My need for her to come first isn’t completely as selfless as it seems. Feeling her ripple and constrict around my cock feels so good as I come with her, it is better than the highest high.
I grip Winter’s hips and stroke into her hard yet slow. Her hands clutch my face as I press my forehead to hers. We stare at each other, eye to eye. Her breath fans against my mouth as she cries out. Her tongue peeks out to flick against my parted lips and my dick jerks in response.
I stumble back from the wall and walk backward towards the center of the room. The center is filled with cushions and pillows. We tumble to the floor. Winter takes the opportunity to straddle my hips, she awkwardly rolls hers, trying to find her rhythm. It’s obvious that she’s never taken command on top, yet she’s trying. I pull her down towards me to help. She smiles and kisses my lips.
“I thought this would be easier. I can’t get the rhythm right,” she admits bashfully.
“I will take care of you,” I say deeply against her lips.
I pull her legs up until her knees reach my torso and lay flush against my sides. I grasp her arms and pull her hands behind her back. I grip both wrists at the small of her back in my left hand. I suck my middle finger on my right hand, getting it wet. Then I reach behind her and ease the soaked digit within the tight rosette of her backside. Winter gasps against my chest at the new sensation of being filled in both entrances.
I hold her tightly and pump up into her. Every upward thrust sends my finger deeper into her ass, stroking a sensitive spot from the other side as my cock rubs her G-spot in the front. Her cries become louder as I increase my thrusts. Our skin slaps together rhythmically as I beat up her pussy.
Winter’s body suddenly seizes up. Her fists clench within the hold I have on them behind her back. Her legs squeeze my sides, her teeth sink into the muscle in my chest, and her cunt turns into a vise around my cock.
Her muscles release all at once, and an eardrum-shattering scream rips from her throat as her body begins to convulse in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her hands tremble within mine. Her thighs shake uncontrollably against my sides. Her pussy milks my shaft. It is all like a chain reaction, and I shout out my release as my dick shoots cum deep within her womb.
My hips continue to pump up, chasing my climax. I can feel our combined cum dripping down my softening shaft with every stroke. Winter shudders on top of me with orgasmic aftershocks.
I finally still. Our muscles relax. She melts into me, exhausted.
The memory of her words. The words that set me off. That started our intense lovemaking, swirl through my mind.
“Say it again,” I whisper deeply against her soft, white hair.
She slowly rises up on weak arms to look down at me. Her eyes seek an explanation. Mine must have given her a clue to what I meant because a second later her words made me blink rapidly.
“I love you.”
I clear my suddenly clogged throat, “I do not know why since I have been nothing but a monster to you.”
“Your idea of a monster and mine are completely different. Ivan comes in a pretty package, but he is the monster. Your package may be a bit torn and crinkled, but you have a heart of gold. Unfortunately, it has been abused so much that you believe yourself to be the animal you were taught and trained to be.” She leans forward, and her next words breathe across my lips. “But I see you. And you’re not.”
She kisses my lips softly before laying her head back down on my chest. Her words confirmed my earlier thoughts, that she truly saw me from the start. I flush with embarrassment because I know she can hear my heart nearly bursting through my chest at her remarkable words. Her next move sends unbidden tears down my temples and into my ears. She raises her head slightly and kisses my chest where my heart is pounding. As if to say, “It’s okay. You’re mine now, and I’ll keep you safe.”
I feel myself harden once more within her. Winter’s snow white head pops up. Her afro a little smushed from our previous lovemaking. Never has she been as lovely as she is now. Hair mused. Makeup smeared in spots. Lips swollen. Cheeks flushed. Eyes sparkling.
“Again,” she asks in surprise.
“Again.”
I roll her over onto her back. She must see the tears that had escaped a few moments before because she clasps either side of my face and pulls me towards her. She sweetly kisses my temples, and I cannot stop the wave of emotion that hits me. I gasp around the tears that choke me.
I am humiliated at the saline that slips down my face. This is not how a man is supposed to act. I am stronger than this. I am feared. Lesser men cower when they see me. Like an angel of death. But this woman has reduced me to nothing but an exposed nerve.
She has stripped down my defenses. She’s torched a hole through the steel wall I built around me and found that eight-year-old kid who was terrified and needed love instead of a master.
I have never known love. Not from a mother or a father. A friend nor a lover. No one has ever told me that they loved me. Until now. I had no idea how badly I have wanted…no needed to hear those words until she’d said them. I cannot stop the flow of tears. I am shook.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck to hide my tears, but I can’t stop the shake of my shoulders. I hear her saying soothing words in my ear. I feel her hands rub my back and shoulders, and then move to my neck and head to grip me tightly.
“It’s okay, Yury. It’s okay,” she hiccups in my ear.
I turn my head slightly, and her tears fall down her temples to mine. They slide across my cheek to mingle with my own tears dripping down my nose.
“Why are you crying?” I ask her with a voice filled with the gravel of emotion. I rise up to look down at her.
“Because you’ve opened yourself up to me and shown your vulnerability and it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She wipes away at the tears running down my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, Yury.”
I kiss her. I kiss her with everything that is in me. I move within her, and she wraps her legs around my hips and presses her heels into my ass, pushing me deeper. I release her lips and lower my forehead to her chest as I stroke into her, trying to hide my face. She isn’t having any of it.
“Look at me.” She clutches my face and pulls my head up. “Look at me, Yury. It’s okay to show emotion with me. Don’t be ashamed. I don’t think any less of you.”
I hold myself still within her. She squirms under me impatiently.
“Men do not cry. Tears show weakness.”
“Uh, Yury? You smashed a glass in someone’s face and cracked his head on the bar. I don’t think anyone would ever mistake your strength.” She clenches around me before adding, “Now fuck me.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Only Winter could bring me to tears and then make me laugh a minute later.
“Yes, Princess Winter.”
~~~
We lie on the bright cushions, catching our breath. We know it’s time to go. Yury has to get me upstairs and in Ivan’s room before he comes to find us or grows suspicious. He usually stays late at the club, until close. But it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“Winter,” Yury says my name quietly, deeply.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of hearing his voice. One, because I know it means everything that he founds his voice for me. Two, because it’s my new favorite sound. Deeper than any voice I’ve ever h
eard with a bit of a rasp to it.
“Hmm,” I hum in response.
“What made you change your routine tonight?”
I frown and prop myself up on my elbow to look down at him. He glances at me from the side of his scarred eye.
“Because I wanted to take back control of my body. It is my body to do with what I want. I was tired of his orgasm denial to get me to do whatever he wanted. It’s my turn to have the power.” I explain proudly.
“But it only pissed him off. You know he will simply think of something else. And what about the other club members?”
“What about them?”
“They already wanted you. Now they want you even more. If that asshole could have found a way to get you alone he would have raped you. You cannot put yourself at further risk just to spite Ivan.” He tries to reason with me.
I see his point, yet still.
“Men need to learn that a woman can dress or act any way she damn well pleases and yet it is not an invitation to touch her without her express permission. We were not sent to this earth merely for the pleasure of men. Ivan would do well to learn that too.”
I scowl down at Yury and he nods solemnly.
“You are right. But I know the ways of men. And as much as you or I would like for them to behave like civilized human beings, we know they will not. And I only want you to be safe. Otherwise, you will have a trail of dead bodies left behind you,” he finishes matter-of-factly.
I believe him. After what I witnessed earlier, I have no doubt that he’d kill anyone who touched me wrong. Though I have a strong feeling that part of the reason he’d handled that guy so violently is that it was all his pent up frustrations at Ivan and what he’s wanted to do to his boss since I was brought here. But his unflagging loyalty to him (and maybe twenty years of brainwashing too) keeps him from lashing out at Ivan. I’d hate to see what he’d do to his boss if that loyalty ever fully disappears.
