Russian Teacher (Yes, Daddy Book 6)

by Lena Little

  “What exactly does that mean?” I swallow hard.

  “That means I will take care of you in every way…every way. It means you bring out the animal in me,” he says his big body dropping down in between my legs. “Have you ever come before, Alexa?”

  I shake my head, confessing my embarrassment.

  “That needs to change. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  His big hands grasp my dress and lift it up. It’s so small in his hands it’s almost comical, cartoonish.

  A vein throbs in his forehead before his mouth opens, just over my panties, his hot breath throwing fire on my middle. “I’m the answer to every question you’ve ever had and even the ones you haven’t. Anything you want in the future, you come to me. Any problems, you come to me and I solve them by whatever means necessary. My baby girl deserves the best, and that’s exactly what she’s going to get from here on out.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper before his mouth cups my panties, engulfing the entirety of my mound as my hips press into his face.

  “But first, you need to learn discipline.”

  “Discipline?”

  “You belong to me and that means you won’t wear this dress out of the house, like you did today. Your tight little body is for Daddy and only Daddy to see, you understand?”

  I nod.

  “I need to hear it.”

  “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  As if the word is a fuse to a bomb his hands grab me and flip me over on my bed, the springs making so much noise I’m expecting my mom to come in at any second.

  I look back over my shoulder and watch as his hand moves around to his back and he pulls out something long and wooden from the top of his pants.

  “What’s that, Daddy?”

  “This is a paddle by Miss Rose. I’ve used it to break bones in the faces of men before, but I think it will work much better as an implement…what it’s intended for.”

  “Wha…wha…what’s an implement?”

  “It’s a fancy way of saying something is a piece of equipment used for a specific purpose.”

  “And you’re going to break my face with it?” I cringe.

  “No, Sweetheart. I’m going to break you in.”

  And just like that he brings it down over my ass, the sting immediate and almost as if I wasn’t even wearing any panties at all.

  “How does that feel?”

  “I…I like it,” I call out, not afraid to admit my newfound kinky side to my Daddy.

  “If it gets to be too much you say ‘zebra’ okay, darling?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He just shakes his head in disbelief.

  “What’s wrong, Daddy? Why did you stop? I didn’t say zebra.”

  “I know. It’s just that,” he shakes his head again. “I swear you were made for me and only me.”

  Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I hear Alexander audibly inhale before his index finger hooks into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down to my thighs, a cool snap of air tickling my exposed lips. It’s the first time anyone has ever seen me there and it sends a rush shooting through me, knowing he’s looking at me and that I’m helpless underneath his grasp. He can literally do anything he wants with me. And he does.

  The wooden paddle comes down on my ass again hard.

  “Yes,” I cry out.

  “In Russian,” he orders, spanking me again as moisture coats my inner thighs.

  “Da.”

  “You want more?”

  “Da,” I repeat, and he doesn’t keep me waiting.

  “What do you say to your Daddy?”

  “Thank you. Spacibo,” I correct. “Bol'she,” I add, asking for more.

  And he delivers.

  “Papa,” I continue, unable to stop the Russian words from spewing from my mouth until suddenly the paddling stops, and my body is twirling like a ballerina, my back finding the mattress and his lips finding my slit as he tears my panties in half in one yank.

  “She can speak Russian,” I hear through the door. My mother, but in this moment I don’t even care. Nothing else matters.

  “Go. Away,” Alexander commands, pressing my knees open wide, my lips opening for him and his coarse tongue making sounds that wouldn’t qualify as a language in any jurisdiction as he licks straight up my folds, humming against my flesh as I grasp for the comforter.

  He continues devouring me like an animal finding food in the middle of the Siberian winter, mauling my pussy like it’s his first meal in weeks and it can be taken from him at any minute. But what I really want is for him to take my virginity.

  Taking my bud in his mouth, he rolls it, the tip of his tongue doing a figure eight around it before he blows on it.

  “Da!” I continue.

  Alexander moans into my middle and I swear I can feel him smiling into my cunt just before he licks the cream off the underside of my opening, making sure not to let a single drop spill. His tongue taps at my hole before he sends it plunging straight inside me and I flop like a fish…but I’m still not there.

  “Don’t you dare finish,” he says, but apparently louder than we both realize.

  “That’s right. Make her an expert in Russian,” a yell comes from somewhere inside the living room, my mom annoying the hell out of me right now, but I’m still too lost in this moment to give her any mind.

  “…Until I say you can finish,” he adds.

  “I need to finish. I need this so much,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice down but failing. “I need to pass from girl to womanhood.”

  “Then say the word I want to hear.”

  “Papa,” I cry out, and instantly he jams his tongue in even deeper than before as he palms both of my breasts with one hand, grabbing hard against the fabric of my dress.

  “Permission to come,” he mumbles into my opening and the storm inside me lets lose, a warm rain descending on his face with such tenacity that he cups my entire pussy with his mouth and grabs my hips as they buck wildly as he drinks from my center like it’s a bowl, keeping my hips tipped so he can drink his fill…everything I have to offer.

  Every muscle in me that was strung tight relaxes, like a giant balloon being popped and my body collapses into my worn out mattress, melting into it.

  Alexander stands, wiping his face with the back of his hand, just as I’d done in his office, but then he does something else.

  He slides a finger inside me and then carefully moves it toward my mouth, pressing it against my lower lips as I switch from breathing through my mouth, trying my hardest to catch my breath, to breathing through my nose, so I can taste myself.

  “The sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted, right?”

  I nod.

  “Seems you haven’t learned,” he says, reaching for his paddle.

  As much as I want it all over again I need a break. I need to process this intense high. “Da, papa,” I manage to cough out as I battle for air.

  He moves to the window, jerking it up and I inhale the oxygen as if I’m about to die, and that’s exactly how I feel which is ironic as I’ve never felt more alive.

  “Did I pass,” I say, suddenly feeling confident, a smirk covering my face.

  “I was the one who had the oral exam, but yes…you passed with flying colors,” he smirks right back. “And next time we’re in bed together the color I want to see is Russian red.”

  I nod. “You will, Daddy. I’ve been saving myself for you all these years without ever knowing it.”

  He grabs my panties and carefully pulls them up to cover me, then pulls my dress down before scooping me up in his arms.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” my mom asks incredulously as he takes me through the living room.

  “Away from here, for good. She’s mine now,” Alexander snarls.

  5

  Alexander

  I lean into the turn on my Ducati Diavel 1260 motorcycle, Alexa holding me tight from
the back. I’ve only ever owned one helmet, never having had a passenger on any of my bikes with me and never wanted one…until now. She wears the helmet and my riding jacket, to protect her in case of anything, not that I’m going to let anything happen.

  We’re not going fast, but I’m squeezing the handlebars with a death grip, knowing I lost so much time waiting to make her mine. Not only that, the feeling of her hugging me from behind, trusting me enough to go back to my place and keep her safe while doing so has my rod harder than the steel trellis of the bike beneath us.

  I need to get her home and paint her womb with my seed, make her belly round with my first born child and make her mine for eternity. Mate with her. Breed her. Damn, I’m so feral right now I wouldn’t even recognize myself in a mirror.

  Nor would I want to.

  The new me is better, wants to be a good man. Because of her.

  When we hit a stop light, I turn back, flip up her visor and playfully try and kiss her through the helmet. Of course it’s impossible, but it’s fun. Fun…something I knew very little about, until her.

  We take off and she snuggles in closer to my back and it also feels like she’s intentionally pushing her hips forward on the bike, trying to rub her pussy up against me. I feel her dress start to blow up and carefully I take one hand off the throttle and grab it, tucking it under me so she can’t be exposed on this ride. No one can see her but me. Not now. Not ever.

  If I told her all the things I want to do to her right now she’d probably fall off the back of the bike. That’s why I have to keep my mouth shut and just do them. Just show her what she does to me, how she turns me into an animal.

  And this marks the beginning of the end. The end of my life on the run, pretending to be someone I’m not. And the beginning of being a good man, a family man. Not a man who takes life but who brings lives into this world. Innocent children in my grasp. Our perfect children. I can only imagine how much my chest will swell with pride, and how much I’m going to make her head swell with thoughts of how beautiful she is because I’m going to tell her every minute of every day, because it’s the damned truth.

  We pull up to a light and I notice a black sedan sitting adjacent to us at the light, waiting to go straight, just as we are, but in a different direction. The windows are tinted and when it’s light turns green it takes off a little too slow and lingers a little too long causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. That car sticks out like a sore thumb in these parts, and the fact that the car had the perfect vantage point to get a good look at me, for the first time on the streets with my helmet off, and took that opportunity, I have to think about safety. This isn’t just about me anymore. This is about us, and if danger is lurking close by we’re out of here.

  The horn behind me sounds and I realize I’ve been processing this so long I sat until the light turned green, and didn’t immediately go.

  We take off and I store the thoughts away. I’ve taken precautions at my place to make it harder to get in than Ft. Knox, not to mention the hidden outdoor cameras.

  When we pull up to my place not five minutes later, I pull out my phone and check my email for any messages from the cameras, which send still footage when they detect motion.

  Nothing.

  I help Alexa off the bike and just chalk it up to a life of being a hitman, a bit of paranoia comes with the territory.

  “Is everything okay?” Alexa asks, and I look down at her little worried face and that protective instinct comes roaring to life.

  “Everything is perfect,” I say cupping her face. “I’m just thinking of how lucky I am to have you and how I need to keep you safe.”

  “Safe from the kind of conditions I was living in?”

  “Yes,” I quickly respond, my mind adding ‘that too’, but I’m not about to spook her with visions of nothing that I’m extrapolating into something meaningless.

  “You live here?” she asks, taking in my simple two-story home like it’s the Four Seasons.

  “It’s not much, but it’s our home…for tonight.”

  “I love it.”

  “If you love this wait until you see what I come up with next.” This was just a quick purchase from an owner who was leaving town and willing to accept cash. I didn’t even bother changing the name on the title.

  “What do you have planned next?”

  “The kind of place a little girl deserves,” comes out of my mouth naturally as as breathing.

  Her entire body freezes and then slowly a smile creeps over her face. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Where would you like to live one day?”

  “In the mountains, far away from here. Far away from everyone.”

  “So Daddy and his little angel will never be bothered again?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she says, jumping up and down and clapping. “I want that.”

  “And I want you, and I’m done waiting.”

  I scoop her up and carry her into the house. It’s not romantic by any stretch of the imagination, but I promise myself to make it up for her. Right now all I can think about is claiming her, making her mine. I’ll rent out the entire Four Seasons for her birthday if that’s what she wants. Right now, the only thing we both want is each other.

  Carrying her straight to the bedroom I toss her onto the bed and make quick work of my clothes, fisting my cock like a tiger’s leash, trying to keep the fucker from attacking her pussy and devouring it in one gulp…or in this case shooting my seed before I’m even inside her.

  There’s only one first time, and I’ve been saving this special load since she had her lips around my cock, since this impossible situation I’ve been reminding myself could never happen all semester, became a possibility.

  “Slower,” I say as she undresses like there’s a prize to be won for being completely naked in under five seconds. “Don’t undress yourself, unwrap yourself…like a gift. My gift, little one.”

  “Like this,” she continues, and I catch myself squeezing my dick even harder, trying to inflict a bit of pain so I don’t come on the spot.

  “Just like that,” I say, my grip tightening even more. The same grip has strangled the life out of men bigger than my own six foot five stature, but soon these same hands will have the absolute gift of being able to run along every nook and cranny, every curve, of my little girl.

  I sniff the air like a hungry wolf, smelling her scent and what it’s telegraphing is beyond clear. She’s ripe for Daddy’s seed.

  “Are you comfortable, Beautiful?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “Good, because this is your home now and you deserve to be comfortable. It may only be our home for another day or a few, maybe even a bit longer, but the point remains. Wherever we lay our heads is home, because home isn’t a place you sleep, it’s where we sleep together. Without you a palace is just four walls. With you a cardboard box is home, but of course I’d never subject you to something like that.”

  “I know, Daddy, because you love me and care for me.”

  “You’re damn right I do, with everything I’ve got,” I say, moving on top of her so close I feel the tips of her nipples brush against my hardened torso. I lean in a little more, her pert breasts pressing more into my own skin and I feel precome drip from the head of my dick. “I have to warn you of something, little one.” I pause. “I want you so damn bad I might not be able to control myself. This might not last long.”

  “That’s ok. I want you to take me just how you want to. I want to see what I do to you.”

  “You want to see?”

  She nods.

  “Then tell me, remind me if you’ve ever been with a man before.”

  “Never,” she shakes her head.

  “What does that mean, little girl.”

  “That I’m a…virgin.”

  “Whose virgin?”

  “Daddy’s.”

  “And what is Daddy going to do now.”

  Her legs spread wider as I place the entirety of my body ab
ove hers, engulfing her presence.

  “He’s going to take my virginity from me.”

  “Because his baby girl wants that, right?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she says.

  “Do you have any questions before we begin, angel?”

  She nods like she has the answer to final Jeopardy. “Why does that pipe between your legs stick straight up past your belly button when I’m naked underneath you.”

  Good grief, she’s innocent beyond belief. I’ve literally won the lottery with her and have to remember she’s never seen a dick in the flesh before, aside from mine. Any cock would seem huge to her, but I can only imagine how she’s processing my full ten inches. I can’t be that wild man I want to be. I have to take this slow no matter what. I could hurt my princess, and that’s the last thing I want to ever do. This is her first time, and it’s more than special despite the fact we’re just here in my bedroom and not in the presidential penthouse suite with a mountain view somewhere that would make this absolutely perfect for her. I will give it to her though. Mark my words.

  “Maybe you’ve seen erections on the Internet before?”

  She nods.

  “Those men are hard, paid to do what they do. They reach a certain level of hardness because, well, that’s their job. I get harder than them…I turn into an animal, because we have so much more than that, so much more than what most people will ever experience in their lives. We’re different than most people in that we have a special need that completes us, and that means the choice of partners for us is much smaller. That, and I’m just learning all of these things about myself in real time, because of you. You’re bringing this all out in me and it’s like I’m sixteen all over again. Blood has never pumped through my veins like this before, caused my dick to literally stand straight up. There’s only one explanation I can give you, my little nugget…and that’s you. I’m this hard, this turned on, this far in love, because of you.”

  She swallows. “You’re in love?”

  “I wouldn’t be here with you if I wasn’t. Aren’t you?”

  “I’m in everything with you, Daddy. Love, lust…I want it all, always.”