by Fiona McGier
“Your woman? I don’t belong to any man—” she began.
“Then let me convince you further that you belong wrapped around my cock.”
With no apparent effort, he lifted her up and impaled her on his once-again rampant tool, holding her ass in his hands. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at his waist, and he walked across the room over to the bed. Once there he turned and sat backwards, still holding onto her ass while she ground herself against his pubic bone. This time Alexandra pushed him backwards to lie down on her bed with his knees bent and his feet still on the floor. She rode him hard for a while before pulling herself up and off of him.
“Move back up on the bed,” she demanded. “I need to get better traction. I need you to raise your knees up behind me.”
“Your wish is my command, my queen,” Dmitri intoned solemnly, doing as she requested and moving up onto the middle of the huge bed.
Alexandra crawled over to cover his groin with hers.
* * * *
They both passed out from sheer exhaustion later in the night. When Alexandra arrived at her office much later than her usual time in the morning, she offered no excuse. No one commented on her tardiness to her face for a number of reasons. First she was the owner’s daughter and their boss, the one who signed their paychecks. Secondly, her belligerent attitude didn’t allow for anyone to comment on her personal business. And third, her difficulty with both walking and sitting comfortably was just too obvious. The women who realized the reason for her discomfort were shocked while the men were jealous that someone was obviously enjoying the side of her she never showed at the office.
She cracked the whip and everyone was suddenly twice as industrious as they were before her arrival.
Chapter Six
On Friday afternoon Dmitri picked up the ingredients for a stew dinner and made himself at home in her kitchen. He thought she would have been home sooner, but as it was he had the time to get everything assembled and into the oven by the time he heard the front door open.
He walked out into the living room wearing only the apron, which jutted out in front where his cock was demonstrating how happy it was that she was finally home.
“Are you always this late on a Friday?” He asked as she walked up to him and he enfolded her in his arms for a bear hug.
She spoke while her hands explored his naked ass, and she bit his neck gently.
“No. I had to attend a baby shower for one of the secretaries. I’ve never been so bored in my life! I mean, I know fucking can result in a baby, but the way I see it, sex is so much more fun when it’s done just for recreation.”
Dmitri’s lips twitched in amusement at the look on her face.
“Why’d you go then?”
Alexandra sighed. “Because it’s expected of me because I’ve got a snatch. If I was a man, they’d let me off. But since I’m not, I had to attend. I left while the preggo was still opening gifts, but after she’d opened my envelope with the check in it. I never know what the fuck to get, so I just give a chunk of money so she can buy whatever she needs.”
“I’m guessing you’re not the kind of woman who dreams of having a baby?”
Alexandra barked out a harsh laugh.
“You got that right! Getting knocked up means some man thinks he owns your body just because his sperm is doing some construction in there. Then he expects you to fuck only him because he wants more of them…the asshole. From what I’ve heard from my sister, childbirth is something I’d like to avoid at all costs. Men like lots of kids because they don’t have to have them.”
Dmitri shrugged. “I’d like a few…someday.”
“Don’t look at me when you say that!”
“You don’t ever want to settle down?”
“And give up my other men? For what? Boring vanilla sex with some guy who won’t even go down on me anymore because he thinks he doesn’t have to, but who expects blow-jobs whenever he demands them? Fuck no!”
“Men usually say it’s the women who won’t blow them anymore, once they have a ring on their finger.”
Alexandra’s eyebrows rose. “Oh? I love to suck cock. I don’t plan on ever stopping that, since it gets me so hot. But I also love smearing my cream all over a man’s face.”
“What if the man who knocks you up doesn’t do vanilla?”
“Will he still let me do other men?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then no thanks. Besides, I’ve got my business to run. Dad trained me to do it all along, because Mom couldn’t have any more kids after my sister was born. I was the oldest, so I’m the one who keeps his life’s work running. He’s already got a couple of grandchildren from her, and she’s probably gonna pop a couple more out before she’s too old. So that leaves me free to do whatever I want.”
She smiled at the look on Dmitri’s face. “But don’t worry. I won’t hold it against you that you want kids. You’ll probably want to look for a younger woman to do that with anyway. I’ll just keep my IUD in place and we’ll both be happy that way. How’s that?”
His eyes burned into hers for a long moment, then he shrugged.
“Fine.”
Alexandra sniffed at the air. “So what’s cooking? It smells really good in here, like someone who knows what they’re doing has been making use of the kitchen. All I use it for is the fridge to keep my beer cold.”
Dmitri began to unbutton her blouse. “Stew. It’ll need to cook for a couple of hours. We’ll have to find some way to amuse ourselves until we can eat…maybe working up an appetite somehow?”
Alexandra reached up behind his neck and untied the apron, then pulled it off and threw it to the side. She ran her hands all over his skin, pulling gently at the long, black chest hair and tweaking at his nipples while he pushed her blouse off of her shoulders.
Her white lace bra didn’t cover her up as much as it enticed him, letting him see the large reddish-brown nipples already hardening under his gaze. When he touched them they leapt into his palms with delight.
“I feel like I disappointed you somehow,” Alexandra said as their hands reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies.
“It’s not possible for you to disappoint me,” Dmitri murmured. “I have no expectations. I enjoy every part of you that you are willing to share with me.”
Suddenly Alexandra sank to her knees. One hand circled behind to Dmitri’s ass, so she could squeeze his cheeks together and massage them. The other hand roamed all over his cock, before it settled at the base. Her thumb and forefinger held him tightly while her fingers played with his sac, fondling his balls and rolling them against each other.
Dmitri bit his lip as her tongue began to lap at him, long, cat-like strokes from the ball sac up to the tip, where she spread the fluids leaking out of him all over the head. She kept on licking up his length until his legs were shaking from the effort of holding himself upright. Then she covered his wide head with her lips and began to suck him into her mouth. He groaned.
Once she had him in her mouth, Alexandra moved to allow herself a better angle, and she began to move her head up and down, trying to swallow what barely fit into her mouth.
Holy shit! Is that the back of her throat? Is this wild woman managing to swallow my cock? Sweet Jesus! She is! I can feel her throat muscles all around me. Oh, my God!
Dmitri groaned again, this time in ecstasy. Alexandra continued to bob her head, swallowing him on the down-strokes, licking along the length of him on the way back up. She fought hard against her gag reflex, and enjoyed knowing Dmitri was helpless against the pleasure her mouth was giving to his cock.
She knew even before he did when he was close to losing control. Her movements got quicker and shallower. Suddenly he froze and she used both hands to supplement her mouth. With a howl worthy of a beast, he exploded. She pulled back and milked him with her hands, licking at the ropes of sticky fluid that spurted out of him like lava from a volcano.
She held onto him then, h
er head pressed against his belly, her arms encircling his waist. She felt his legs trembling as his body rode out the aftershocks while still remaining upright. His hands wrapped themselves in her hair and she ignored the pain as even his hands shook, pulling at the long curls of her mane. They remained that way for a few long moments, while Dmitri recovered enough to remember how to speak again.
“Is it my turn for an appetizer?” he asked in a gruff voice, harsh from passion.
Alexandra looked up at his face and smiled.
“Let’s get me naked too. Then we can work up a real appetite!”
That’s just what they did.
* * * *
They finally showered and dressed sometime in the late afternoon on Saturday. Once Alexandra had put on her biker leather, her personality changed again. Dmitri smiled as he saw her hardening around the edges.
“You’re a strong independent woman when you’re Alex Business Owner. But once you turn into Alex Biker Queen, you’re all hard bitch.”
Alexandra nodded. “You got that right. No soft edges on this female. I’m as hard as the cocks of the men I fuck. No one pushes me around.”
He watched her ass move as she walked to the door then turned to give him a come-hither look.
“Coming, mister?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered as he strode across the room to follow her out the door.
Once again they had to take the SUV, since snow had fallen during the day. Alexandra drove, but handed her keys to Dmitri once they got to the bar.
Noticing his raised eyebrows, she smiled.
“This way you won’t have to fight me for them when I’m tanked.”
“You trust my driving more than your own?”
She nodded. “When I’m drinking…yeah. Just get me home in one piece and we can fuck like animals again.” She patted the side of his face.
Dmitri nodded. “Yes, boss.”
Her lips curled up as she met his eye right before she pushed the door open to stride purposefully into the crowded, noisy bar.
Her gang was already there again, so she was greeted loudly by all of them as she made her way over to the bar to grab the beer the bartender had poured for her as she approached. Dmitri took the shot of vodka already poured for him also and followed her to the tables. He spent the next few hours watching her closely as she talked, laughed, shot pool, and flirted with any man who caught her eye.
He was toying with getting up to challenge a biker who was tongue-kissing Alexandra and playing with her ass, when he remembered he was the weeknight bouncer for the place, and it wouldn’t be good for his employment if he was to start a fight. He patted the keys to her car in his pocket and smiled, taking another sip from his glass.
He looked up briefly to nod in acknowledgement when one of the men in her gang sat down at his table. The man was tall and built like a football player, with an unshaven face that was supposed to make him look tough. Since it wasn’t yet a beard, it just looked unkempt.
I think his name is Rich, Dmitri thought, trying to remember the names of the men he had been introduced to already. The vibe I’m getting from him is definitely hostile. What’s his problem?
There was a lot of noise from the jukebox and the crowd in the bar, but he heard what the man said even though it was said in a low tone.
“Enjoy it while you can, dude.”
“What?”
“Having her favorite cock. We’ve all had our turn being her favorite. Then the next guy she fucks turns into her new favorite. You get used to it after a while.”
Dmitri regarded him solemnly. “I won’t.”
The other man smiled with his lips, but his eyes looked bitter. “Yes, you will. Once it gets to be riding weather, we’ll all head out to her place near Mille Lacs for long weekends. She’s got a playroom built in the barn. That’s where you’ll learn to share.”
“Playroom?”
The other man nodded. “Yeah. Manacles built into the wall. Whips. Handcuffs. Dildos and cock rings. Ben-wa balls. All of that shit. If it can be used for great sex, it’s there. That’s when you’ll realize that if you can’t have her to yourself, at least you can still have her.”
Dmitri turned away from the man to watch the red-haired vixen of his dreams continue to drink and flirt with other men. He felt himself beginning to growl from a place deep in his throat.
The other man laughed. “You’ll see. It’s better than nothing.” He got unsteadily to his feet, swayed for a moment, then made his way back to the bar for another beer.
Dmitri continued to watch the woman closely.
Should I go make her pay attention to me? For what? To start a fight? With him or with her? I’m gonna be the one fucking her tonight, so what would be the point?
His view was impeded by the swaying hips of a short woman with long black hair who approached him meaningfully.
“Hi, you big stud. I’m Angela. I ride with José. Wanna dance?”
“Who’s José?”
She nodded her head towards the pool table.
“He’s the one feeling up the queen right now. So I’ve got no one to dance with. I just put some money into the box for Santana and listen…it’s starting. Dance with me to me ritmo of Oye Como Va.”
Dmitri smiled as he joined her on the small, crowded space that passed for a dance floor and they began to do a sexy cha-cha.
The rest of the night passed in the same way. Dmitri kept an eye on the red-haired woman, while other men kept putting their hands on her. He repeatedly had to stop himself from interfering with what was obviously her usual way of entertaining herself and letting loose after her tough work-week.
After enough shots of vodka, Dmitri realized a line had been crossed when he saw a hand disappearing down the back of Alexandra’s jeans. He’d been a patient man, but enough was enough! He got up from his chair and purposefully made his way over to the dance floor to cut in on his queen.
“My turn,” he said gruffly to the man who had been groping Alexandra while they danced. It was Rich, the same man who had spoken to him earlier.
“Dmitri,” Alexandra drawled at him, slightly slurring her words, her eyes glassy and unfocused. “I was wondering when you would come to claim me.”
His hands held her ass while he pulled her closer, his hard cock rubbing against her belly as they swayed to the music.
“You were mine when we walked in the door. You’ll be mine when we leave…and it’s time for us to leave. Now.”
Alexandra nodded and smiled. “So we can go fuck like rabbits?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Alexandra pushed away from him and turned in a circle, waving lazily around at everyone in her general vicinity.
“G’night everyone. I’ve got some important fucking to do. See ya’s all next week. Call me if the snow has cleared enough for bikes.” She turned to Dmitri with a smile. “Let’s go, big guy. My pussy’s dripping just for you.”
Yeah, after half of the men in your gang felt you up, getting you ready for a good fucking. I’m drunk enough to let you know how that made me feel. Once we get back to your place, your ass is mine!
The drive back didn’t take long. Once they were back in her condo, Alexandra peeled her clothing off as she walked to the bathroom. Dmitri used the guest bathroom and was lying on her bed waiting for her when she got into the bedroom.
Alexandra climbed onto the bed and he pulled her into his arms. She wrapped a leg around his hip and ground herself against him. He obliged by pushing his hips forward to slide himself into her, since she was already so slippery that it was easier than usual. When he pulled out right before she came, she pouted.
“Hey! What’s up with you? I was so close!”
Dmitri nodded. “Yeah, I know. But you made me jealous tonight. I had to watch while other men felt you up, and I knew I couldn’t stop them because you wanted them to do it. You were testing me to see what I could take. Now, I’m gonna see how much you can take.”
She
grinned back at him, her eyes glassy and bright.
“Am I gonna like it?”
“Uh-huh. Eventually.”
Dmitri pushed Alexandra up so she was closer to the head of the bed. He pushed her arms up and quickly tied each wrist using scarves he had found in her drawers.
Alexandra looked back and forth and smiled. “Kinky!”
Dmitri crawled down to the bottom of the mattress and tied each ankle using the longer scarves he’d attached under the bed. When he was done, he stood to admire his work.
Alexandra began to pull on the scarves and appeared dismayed that she was unable to move her arms and legs very far.
“C’mon, Dmitri. You got me tied up good and tight. What’re you gonna do with me now?”
Dmitri spent the next few hours indulging himself. He’d lick and suck at every part of Alexandra’s body, then he’d poke himself into her and fuck her hard. Just when she’d start to moan, or her body would let him know she was getting close to coming, he’d pull out and get up from the bed. He’d go out of the room to use the bathroom, or to get another drink. Sometimes he’d get himself a snack. Then when he got back, he’d ignore her alternately swearing at him, then pleading with him to let her come. He’d watch her for a while as she pulled at the scarves trying to free herself, then he’d make sure she was watching while he stroked himself hard again.
Sometimes he’d straddle her head and push himself into her mouth, choking her with the ferocity of his strokes, since she didn’t have any hands free to control his movements. He’d pull back before he came and torture her with licking and sucking for some time, then he’d fuck her hard again just to the point of orgasm. Then he’d get up and leave the room again.
By the time the sun was beginning to come up, Alexandra was done with swearing at him. She was reduced to sobbing while she begged him to let her come. The alcohol had worn off and she was exhausted. Dmitri had an evil grin on his face as he lifted her ass up and slid a pillow underneath her, to allow for deeper penetration.
He leaned forward and pushed her breasts together, trying to suck on both of her large nipples at the same time as he pushed his hips forward and buried himself deeply into her core. When he felt himself pushing against her cervix while his balls draped on her ass, he knew he was as far in as it was possible for him to be. He began a rhythm he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up for long. He was already so over-due for an orgasm himself that the pressure in his lower spine became an insistent ache that demanded release.
