by Kendall Duke
“You don’t want what I am,” Ivan said, and leaned away from me, breaking contact. “You are only little girl.”
“I’m not,” I protested, “and you know it.”
“I have been with many, many women,” Ivan said, and there was something desperate and hard in his words. “I have even shared women with Alexei,” he told me, watching my face. “I am very big, and I do not…how you say… Make love.”
“What do you do?”
“I tell you: е́бля. I fuck, Julie.” I felt a wave of heat rising from his body, and leaned into him, in spite of the distance he tried to put between us. Ivan stopped me, gently clasping my shoulders and forcing me to look him directly in the face. “I am rough. Too rough for virgin. Too rough for you, Julie.”
“You want me,” I breathed. I felt something rising in my body, something white hot with want. Rough. That was it. The word rough… “I know you do.”
“You are beautiful. Kind, smart. Yes, Julie, I…” Ivan swallowed. “I want many things. But I want protect you most of all. And you are not for me.”
“Ivan—” It was too late. He stood up, letting go and walking upstairs. I collapsed in my seat and tried to catch my breath. “Damnit,” I muttered.
I loved our dinners together, our evenings talking about everything. I would keep the truce as far as that sacred time was concerned.
But all other bets were off.
~~~
My appetite for Ivan did not abate, and our pleasant time together was coming to an end. I didn’t know how to ensnare him in a sexual web. I didn’t have the experience, even if I had the desire, but I also respected his work ethic. I told myself that was all that was between us, but as his resistance continued I had to wonder. My self-confidence faltered. And then I thought: what if I just crawled into bed with him? Would he really kick me out?
I didn’t know what to do when I got in his bed, was the thing. I mean, I understand the dynamics, the logistics, but I had no practice. I wasn’t sure what to do.
And then fate intervened.
Ivan and I slept at opposite ends of a long hall. During the night, I would get up and wander restlessly through the house, go to the bathroom and head back to bed. I was uneasy. I had trouble sleeping, and bad dreams when I did. My wedding was coming up soon, and my hymen was totally intact.
Ivan always went to bed at the same time as me, but I knew he barely slept at all during the night, or at least it felt that way. More than once I’d seen him out in the yard, doing perimeter checks; sometimes I’d hear him on the phone, although I knew he tried to be quiet. With the time difference, he could’ve been calling someone back in Russia—maybe even Alexei. He’d talked about him a lot, over time; they were very close, much closer than just cousins. I still wasn’t positive what ‘sharing women’ meant, but I knew I didn’t care for details. At this point, all I could think about was Ivan. Taking my virginity. Roughly, if need be.
And he seemed to think it needed to be.
That night, I was having a hard time falling asleep. I laid awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was beginning to feel a little helpless… And really horny.
I had never felt such a storm of sensitivity in my body. That morning, watching Ivan work out in the backyard, my hand had actually grazed my pussy lips for the first time—they were dripping wet. The fluid was sticky, slick, unfamiliar. It frightened me enough that I stopped and got ready for the day, foregoing my usual trampy appearance in the kitchen. Instead I just got dressed in normal clothes.
But it lingered—that hunger, the desire he’d awakened that just wouldn’t go away. I daydreamed all through my classes, remembering how his hands felt on mine, the timbre of his voice, the strength in his back. Rough, he’d told me, and it hadn’t deterred me at all. It made it worse.
I lay awake with these thoughts, wondering if I should try to please myself, wondering how in the world I could make him stop caring about his loyalty to the mafia. Was it loyalty? Or just fear? …And then I heard something, something that would’ve been impossible to notice if I were asleep—the quietest sound, a strange yelp. I sat up in bed and listened. There it was again… Almost a moan. I got up and walked over to the door, pressing my ear against it. Nothing… Then one more time.
It sounded like a woman.
Having sex.
I couldn’t believe it. Ivan brought someone here? After all of our bonding, our emotional vulnerability… After I asked him to take my virginity, this is what he did?
I marched down the hall, full of fire and fury, burst into his room… And got the shock of my life. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed, I was so surprised--Ivan was naked, his whole body bare before me. I’d never seen anything like it--he had the sleek, dark hair on his chest and huge muscles I recognized from his morning workout routine, but I’d never seen the giant one in his frozen hand before. Ivan had been stroking his huge cock in bed, watching... “Porn!?” I was completely freaked out, because I’d never seen a penis in real life before. And it was massive—covered in veins, a brutish red cock with a purple tip so fat there was no way I believed it could fit anywhere inside of a woman’s body. It was even bigger than the one on the TV screen!
“Julie, what are you doing in here?” Ivan immediately swept the blankets back over himself, his beautiful stormy eyes locked on me. His expression wasn’t embarrassed, so much as impatient. I wondered if this was a regular event, and I’d always slept through it before.
“What are you doing?” I walked over to the television and laughed out loud, too nervous to turn towards him again; maybe he’d been right. I didn’t know if I could handle his size even if I’d had a lot of sex already—I couldn’t imagine anyone could. On the screen a woman was riding another huge cock, sitting backwards on a man’s lap as she faced the camera. Her pussy was wide open for all the world to see, because her legs were locked behind the man’s calves. He used his thighs to balance her body and thrust deeply inside of her. Would Ivan look like that? Wow. And he was even bigger. “You like this movie?” I turned to face him, blocking the television with my frame. My nipples were so hard they were stretching the tight fabric of my t-shirt. I put my hands on my hips, not caring at all that I was wearing sheer panties.
“Of course I like movie,” he said in his forceful voice, refusing to be embarrassed. He rested back against the headboard. “I like real life better, but I cannot… I do not have partner. Only once, I watch this movie. I’m sorry I wake you—was mistake. I thought you would be asleep.”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” I said slowly, then turned around again and looked at the screen. He’d paused it, but the scene showed the woman’s face clearly—was that real ecstasy? Or a mask covering boredom or even pain? What would it feel like to be taken like that? I turned back to him, and I could feel the damp between my legs creeping down my thighs. “I asked you to be my partner. Why won’t you?”
“You think you want this?” He raised that incredulous eyebrow.
“I don’t know what I want,” I said, walking towards the bed. As I approached I saw him shift under the covers, as if he were suddenly uncomfortable. “And neither do you.” I sat down on the edge.
His gaze—for just the merest second, just that one moment—was utterly predatory. Then he leaned further away, casually placing his hands behind his head again. “I am not the one to show you, Julie. You are engaged.”
The finality in his tone pissed me off. I abruptly stood up. “You made that deal—I didn’t. Maybe you and Alexei can go fuck each other.” I started to storm out, but I barely made it two feet before the big man was on me.
He held me from behind, his naked form pressed directly against me. I felt his cock—now softer, but long and swollen and laid directly against the crack of my ass. I felt it growing harder as he spoke, his strong hands clasping me to his hips, letting me feel the fullness of the broad tip as it plumped up and caught on the tops of my thighs, using my own damp juices to slip, ever so slowly, back and forth
as his hips teased me. He leaned down and breathed the words into my ear, his breath caressing the back of my neck. “You have dirty mouth, Julie. I never hear you say such words.”
“You never gave me the chance—”
“You want to be used? You want me put this inside you? Treat you like you are mine? You think this is life you want?”
“Yes,” I whispered, and Ivan swore, first in Russian, then in English. He bent me over then, far enough to use my pussy lips to tease the head of his cock. “Fuck,” he moaned. My pussy was so swollen and damp it almost hurt to have the fabric ground between the sensitive folds, but he didn’t seem to care—and then he stopped. All at once.
I turned around, trying to catch my breath, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. His massive cock was already deflating. “You are right,” he said, his voice gruff. “I make this deal.” Ivan lifted his head and looked at me. “Is best thing for beautiful American girl who want become doctor—is best thing for you, my Julie.” His chest rose and fell. His expression was grief-stricken. “I want best thing for you.”
I didn’t know what to say. My whole body shook with desire, but the sadness I felt emanating from him knocked me out of the moment. I backed away and quietly went back to my room, knowing I was just going to stare at the walls some more.
…Or was I?
Ivan seemed sure that marrying Alexei was the best thing for me, but all I wanted—and this latest episode did nothing to stop the churning in my chest—was Ivan. I had to make him find another way. How?
My body felt strange all over--parts of me I’d never really paid attention to before were swollen and puffy and tingling. I didn’t know what to do with myself, and then I thought... Maybe I should watch a porno. I glanced at the door to see if Ivan was going to come in but… Nothing. I ignored my disappointment and focused on my desire. My eyes locked on my laptop, an awesome machine I bought for myself last Christmas. It had a built in webcam... A great idea seized my imagination: I should make a porno.
Ivan was afraid to disrupt the status quo. He wasn’t telling me everything, but I had no doubt he desired me physically. And he was a high ranking member of the same family as Alexei; he would have rights. I just had to make him want me enough to break down. He would figure the rest out.
I didn’t know what I was doing, really, but that didn’t matter. I angled the webcam on the lid of my laptop towards my bed and turned on the overhead light. If Ivan came in, well... But I knew that he wouldn’t. I just needed to drive him crazy. Insane with lust. Mad with desire—the same way I felt. I turned my laptop on, angled the camera towards my bed, and did a sexy little dance over to it. I had no practice with this kind of seduction; things were really moving out of my league. What should I do? How would this work?
I remembered the lady sitting on the man’s lap with her legs spread, and sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. “Hi Ivan,” I said, and just saying the words made my pussy itch. My tight panties were digging into the damp slit between my legs, and I wondered if the camera would catch it; would he remember how it felt, grinding in to me? “I thought I’d make you a little present.” I tried to sound more confident than I felt and pulled the neck of my t-shirt down, pressing my breasts together and teasing the camera. It made me feel even naughtier; I’d never been quite this forward before, but seeing his naked body crossed the line for me. If I was nuts about him before… I saw his sleek, strong form in my head and my body clenched. I leaned a little further back on the bed and let my fingers tease my nipples a little bit, making them harder than before; I thought about Ivan’s cock and made my nipples stand out more, the pink bright and peaked, and moved back on my pillows, letting my knees hang all the way open so that my pussy was even tighter against the fabric of my panties. Finally, I just pulled my shirt up and let my soft, round breasts be exposed to the cool night air. My nipples were hard little buds, so sensitive and alert that even the breeze felt good. I realized my body had waves of heat radiating out from my center, and let my fingertips trail further down my stomach. When they reached the hem of my panties, I knew I was going to do what I’d thought so much about since meeting Ivan--orgasm. It suddenly occurred to me, almost as if I were casting a spell on myself. In all the time I’d spent with him, I’d never done this. And I’d never felt like this before; sometimes I’d get so excited thinking about driving him crazy it would flush my whole body with heat. I would feel it gather right inside of my pussy and then pulse out, like lightning. It felt good, but I didn’t have to do anything for it to happen besides stare at him for too long. Now, for the first time, I wanted to touch myself, and I could tell the effect would be very different. Ivan’s face, wearing a gently arched eyebrow, flashed before my eyes. I slipped my fingers down lower and ran them slowly over the ridge of my lips, shielded behind the sheer fabric of my panties. “Oh, Ivan,” I moaned, rubbing back and forth over the hot spot above my pussy lips. I left my panties on and used the fabric to my advantage, feeling it dig in against my asshole and wedging itself between my pussy lips as they swelled; I remembered how he felt there, so recently. The hot spot grew fatter too as I rubbed it, faster and faster, soaking my panties and softly crying out for my Ivan. I used my other hand to reach up and squeeze my nipple again, and before I knew it, my whole body was wracked with shuddering waves of heat and light. “Ivan!” I was loud, this time, but I didn’t care. I was cumming hard, biting my lip and grinding my soaking pussy into my hand. I slapped my pussy lips with the flat of my palm and made them sting, then sank back into the pillows. Everything felt amazing. All my limbs were gooey. But I made myself get up and walk towards the webcam. My tits were still hanging out from under my shirt, proud and high. “Goodnight, Ivan,” I smiled demurely into the camera, and then shut my laptop lid and went to bed.
The whole thing felt like a dream.
~~~
The next day I thought the whole thing was a dream, until I looked at my computer. I plugged my laptop in, turned it on, shook my head at how crazy I’d become, then stuck a DVD in the slot to make a copy of my video. When it was done I pulled it out and wrote ‘For Ivan from his Julie’ on the cover. Ivan was already downstairs, eating breakfast. I went to his room, threw away the porn and put my movie in his DVD player. I felt a little guilty about throwing it away, but the time had come for desperate measures. I dressed for class in seconds and then walking nonchalantly down the stairs.
The thought of Ivan stroking his enormous cock to my orgasm made me shudder with pleasure, but my glee was tempered by thoughts of my wedding. The day was getting closer, and honestly, if anything was ever going to happen between us, last night was probably my best bet. I had to hope for more; the alternative was too much to bear. “Hi Ivan,” I called as I walked into the kitchen.
“Hello, Julie,” he said. I headed over to the coffee pot before moving towards the fridge to start cooking, and glanced over at him. To my surprise, Ivan was fully dressed in his suit. He looked stressed, dark circles on his perfect skin beneath those beautiful eyes. “We must talk about what happen last night.” He was leaning against the counter, instead of sitting at the table.
“No, I don’t think so,” I said, and turned towards the stove, bacon in hand. “I don’t want to talk about it. Unless you’ve changed your mind.” I raised my eyebrows and turned towards him, but he just looked down at his hands. “Okay then.”
“Pozhaluista--please, Julie,” Ivan said; I could hear the frown in his voice. I glanced back at him. He was outrageously handsome in that suit, in spite of the air of menace that exuded from him. I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought him arrogant. “You are engaged to my cousin. I crossed a line--”
I got sad then, but even more so… I was disappointed. And then I was pissed. The emotions rolled over me in microseconds. Ivan was the person responsible for my fate—not including my father, the Russian mob, and Sergei specifically—so he ended up bearing the brunt of my frustration.
“
—I’ll be here to celebrate Christmas,” I interrupted him. “I’m going to take my exams, and hopefully do well enough to…” Realization suddenly dawned on me. What my father said didn’t matter anymore. “This fucked up wedding has one upside. I’ll be going to a real college next fall.” I seized the thought and grew excited. “I’m going to go to George Mason, in Harrisonburg. I’ll be living there, during the semester, and returning to live during the breaks in this house, which, I’d like to point out, is my home. Whether they like it or not.” I put my hand on my hip and turned towards him. Just one look at that face… I realized I was licking my lips. Something dark flitted across his eyes. “And when I’m at school, getting this degree that’s going to legitimize Alexei, I’m going to open my legs to every single guy that wants it. And there is nothing they can do about it.”
Once again, The Bodyguard moved so quickly I couldn’t tell what was about to happen. This time he was right in front of me, clenching his hands. White knuckles. Hard cock. Heavy breathing.
I almost had another orgasm.
“You do no such thing,” Ivan growled.
“I will,” I vowed, not giving a damn that I was playing with fire. “I will suck the first—”
“—You do no such thing,” Alexei snarled, and before I knew it, he’d grabbed the hair on the back of my head and was forcing me into a backbend over the counter. His thick thigh separated mine, and my weight precariously rested on the apex of my body, dangling for the space of a heartbeat as my arms struggled to support me until…Until… My pussy landed on his thigh, my hot little button screaming for friction. The point of my body that was highest in the air was my breasts, my nipples stark and needy through the fabric of my shirt. Ivan’s face was inches from them. I could feel the heat of his breath blow across them.
This was it. This was rough.
I felt my hips jerk as my body commanded me to cum, my clit grinding on his wide leg. I was pinned like a butterfly in an uncomfortable position, but the vulnerability just made me…Made me…