Dimitri

by April Zyon

  “I got that in a Gulag, saving a friend from an older man who wanted him as his bitch. We objected, he pulled a weapon, and I fought and won. I’m not one of these fluff men that live around you, darling,” I told her softly. “I’ve had a very different life from all of them, and when I see what I want, I make it mine.”

  “For one night.” She defied me again. Damn, she made my blood sing. This woman was perfect for me. She was going to make an excellent wife for me and mother for my sons. She was going to be everything to me. Now I had to convince her.

  “We will agree to disagree, for now,” I told her and dropped my pants. I took her hands and placed them where I had wanted her hands since I saw her that night at the Gala, on my cock. “Fucking hell, woman, your hands are so soft.” I moaned slightly and helped her to give me a handjob. I needed to think of her pleasure, but first I had to have her touching me.

  “You are so hot, so hard.” And goddamn but the woman nearly brought me to my knees when I looked down and saw her tongue come out and lick her lips. I had to lock my knees in place when she leaned forward and put her mouth on the head of my cock. I hadn’t seen that one coming. Scarlett surprised the hell out of me.

  “Fuck,” was all I could say in a torturous moan. She was killing me. I was loving it, but she was killing me. “Yes, baby, run your tongue around the head of my cock just like that.” I would give her pleasure in a moment, but son of a bitch right now her touching me like she was, I couldn’t seem to think.

  When she hummed, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to jerk away from her and pressed her body against the sofa. I began to kiss her and again damned the fucking silk mask she was determined to keep on. I knew she was my Scarlett. Why was she so determined to hide from me? Reaching between our bodies, I let my hands smooth over the silk barely there dress and again felt the anger rise inside of me. When I had seen her walking in with her friend, I’d been beyond pissed off. I had known this was my Scarlett, not the one who was with her brothers. I had known the second I had seen her. I couldn’t explain it, even to myself, but the pull to her had been instant and mercurial. It had seemed as if there had been many men who had been drawn to Scarlett as well. Who could blame them? This dress was made for sin, and I had a feeling my Scarlett wasn’t a sinful woman at all. If my investigations were correct, and her tentative touches told me I was absolutely correct, she was as innocent as they came and that made me even harder than I could ever recall being in my life.

  I moved so that I could push her hands above her head and looked down at her. She was perfection, a goddess put on the earth to torture us mere mortals. She was going to be mine. She simply didn’t know it yet. She lifted her back just a bit so that she raised her breasts for my mouth. She was innately submissive, and I was going to love breaking her into everything I needed from her, but for now this moment, this night, was all for her.

  Holding her hands above her head with one of mine, I parted the dress and put my mouth onto one of her nipples. I suckled greedily to bring the bead to a tight peak and smiled. She moaned, so I added a bit more sensation by blowing over the bud. Her eyes were closed, her legs opening to allow me to lie between them, and she shivered. She was still in her dress, of course, but she was giving up to me just as I knew she would. She was perfect for me. She was mine for now and always.

  “I’m going to remove your dress now, moya lyubov.” She was just that. She was my love. I burned for her. Scarlett took the ice in my veins and heated it more than I could ever have dreamed was possible. She was mine and always would be mine. I didn’t want to do anything that would give her any hesitation with me. I needed her to trust me, and that began right here and right now. It all began with me taking her virginity. Granted this wasn’t where I wanted to take my first taste of Scarlett, but I wasn’t going to chance asking her to come home with me in case she bolted. No, I wasn’t going to take any chances tonight. Tonight I was taking what was mine and branding her as mine.

  Taking care, I removed her dress, my hands moving over her perfect body, and it took every ounce of my self-control to keep from losing my mind, especially when I saw the small tattoo on her hip. She would eventually know just how much that turned me on and just how perfect that the kanji was that she’d placed there. The Japanese symbol she’d selected was one that meant submission. I don’t think she realized that was exactly what it meant. I’m sure she thought it meant something else, but I knew what it meant and one day I would tell her. I ran my tongue over the tattoo, nipping it with my teeth, and when she moaned, I grinned.

  I couldn’t stop myself from running my thumb over that mark of submission. One day she would fully submit to me. One day she would remove the mask and we wouldn’t be on a sofa at some ball. No, one day she would give herself to me freely, in my bed. When that day happened, I would feel even more excited than I was now, if that was possible. Fuck, no that wasn’t possible. That could never be possible, not with this woman in my arms. Tonight was just going to be the appetizer. Tonight would be the first of many, and I was going to enjoy it.

  I was going to hell for taking her without her knowing that I knew who she was, but fuck it, I was taking what she was offering. I wasn’t about to let her get out of it. I slid down her delicious body. She moved her hands and I looked up at her. “No, lyubimaya, leave your hands above your head or everything stops. I will stop playing with your body and you will not have your innocence taken tonight, and yes, I know you are innocent, no matter the wrappings you are wearing. I can tell by the way you touch and look at me,” I assured her with a smile. “But I like it and I am forever grateful that you are giving me this gift.” One I would need to protect for all time. She would never know another man’s touch, only mine.

  “I don’t understand how you could have known.” Scarlett spoke softly, licking her lips, but I watched her as she lifted her hands once more. She wrapped her fingers around the sofa edge to keep herself from moving them again. She was the perfect submissive for me.

  “I’m an experienced man, little one,” I told her. Leaning down, I brushed my lips to her belly. I needed to taste her before I lost my mind. I had to know everything about her, and her taste was only one of many things I needed right away.

  I watched her face as I moved down her body. She arched up again from the sofa as I licked my way down her belly and to the bare mound she sported. My Scarlett was a very saucy and naughty girl indeed. I wasn’t complaining. Typically I didn’t like the bare pussy, but with Scarlett I found I liked it, a lot. I skimmed my lips over her soft flesh and parted her lower lips. When she gasped, I simply grinned because I knew just what I was doing to her. She was loving every single moment of this loving.

  With her labia parted, I began to run my tongue very gently over the swollen nub of her clit. I used my fingers to begin to probe her pussy and suckled her clit. I was determined to make this good for her. I needed for Scarlett to come at least once before I went any further with her. She whimpered and writhed beneath me. I looked up at her, licking my lips and showing her the juices that flowed freely from her body. “When you come, when you find your release, little one, scream my name. Do you know who I am?” When she nodded, I smiled. Of course she did. She knew exactly who I was, just like I knew who she was. I wasn’t going to share that with her, however. I needed to keep it from her that I knew who she was until I was able to take her home with me and show her that she didn’t have to be afraid of me.

  Time and time again, I went back to her sweet pussy. She tasted of honey, and I wanted more. I fucking needed more. She was my addiction. She was my affliction, and while there might be some who would turn to drugs, that wasn’t me. I would turn to her instead. This woman was my drug of choice, and now I had to convince her to become my supply for the rest of time.

  Then I heard it, the most precious sound that I would ever hear in my life. She screamed my name. I listened to the pants, the whimpers, then the scream as Scarlett gave herself up to me and lost herself to my m
inistrations. I couldn’t stop the low growl of possessive pride that gave me, the knowledge that this woman was mine and I had just given her the first orgasm of her life.

  Her face was flushed, her skin in gooseflesh, but I knew it was good, that it was pleasure she was feeling and not pain. My woman was a sensual creature. She would be screaming my name over and over again shortly.

  Once again, I put my mouth on her sex. I was determined to give her another orgasm because, fuck it, she wasn’t going to hurt if I had anything to say about any of this. I was goddamn well going to give her nothing but pleasure.

  With my fingers, I searched deep inside of her welcoming and wet body for that hidden treasure she had kept from so many. While she might not have the thin barrier inside of her body any longer, I could feel where it might have been with how tight she was deep inside. Using my teeth, I grazed over her clit and felt her whole body tense. She was close again, and I wanted her to come once more. “Come for me, lubemeya,” I whispered against her hard nub while sliding a second finger into her impossibly tight passage. Fuck, she was so goddamn tight that I knew as soon as I was balls deep inside of her, I was going to have to pull hard on my control in order not to spill the second I was inside of her.

  I made a scissoring motion of my fingers inside of her too-tight body, then added a third finger. I loved the way she moved, the way it seemed like her whole body responded to me. My Scarlett didn’t hold anything back, and I knew that it was because I was right here and I was the one doing this to her. I knew that if any other had taken her tonight, she wouldn’t have been able to take them as a lover, not my Scarlett. She was one that would only give herself over to one man and that man was me.

  Chapter Eight

  Scarlett

  He was killing me slowly. The pleasure this man was giving me was too much. It was too intense and the honesty of his movements was too practiced. Everything about him had me aching to be closer, wanting to touch him all the more. This man was going to be my demise. This man was going to be my salvation. This man, God in heaven, this man was addictive like a drug.

  It was a good thing Dimitri didn’t know he was touching me, that he thought I was Edlyn, because I had a feeling that if he knew he was actually touching me and not my friend, things wouldn’t be going the way they were right now. Something told me he would have demanded to take me out on the open floor instead of here in this secured room. No, I was thankful to hide like I was because at least this way I had the chance to walk away with my dignity intact, and I would never have to look at him with worry again. No, check that, I would always look at him with worry. I would worry because I would always want what I couldn’t have.

  I screamed again. He demanded that I scream his name each time I came, and God help me but I couldn’t help myself from doing just that. I’d screamed the first time he made me orgasm, the second time with his fingers, and now the third time also with his fingers. Now, however, there was something more included—he had three fingers inside of my pussy, but the sneaky devil was pushing his pinky into my ass as well. Holy mother of God, I never once believed that something so taboo could feel so fucking good!

  I braced my foot on his shoulder and lifted to meet his questing fingers. We hadn’t even fucked yet, and so far, Dimitri had given me more pleasure than I had ever known in my entire life. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph this man had more talent than America’s Got Talent showed in every season combined! This man, he was going to be my downfall, I just knew it, but I couldn’t care less.

  “Dimitri, please.” I didn’t care that I was begging him. It didn’t matter that I was begging, because he would give me everything I wanted and needed. I simply needed to ask. “Please, take my virginity.”

  “Of course, lyubimaya moya.” God I wish I knew what that word meant, lyubimaya, but I would look it up later. Right now he said yes and was moving up my body and fucking hell that was all that mattered to me.

  I watched his massive body as he moved from where he had been feasting on my pussy and bit my lower lip when he licked his glistening lips. How could something that had always been considered so taboo turn me on so damn much? I didn’t even stop him when he covered my body with his, then kissed me. The taste of my body and his tongue, I loved it. He was a sensation that I wanted in my life, but one I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to have for much longer. As much as I hated it, I didn’t think I would be able to keep him, not with my family.

  Then I felt it, the hard and far too hot head of his cock that was just pressing against my pussy. I lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hip. I needed him inside of me, wanted him inside of me, and fuck the world on everything else. I knew there was something important I was forgetting, but who cared? All that mattered was my mask was in place and Dimitri Dudikov thought he was fucking Edlyn. This was perfect. This was everything. I was losing my virginity and heart far too quickly to this man. I could only afford to lose one, though.

  “Dimitri.” I whispered his name in awe when he slid slightly into my body. I saw the care he was taking with me, the way his teeth clenched and the muscles on his forearms bunched. This was affecting him as much as it was me. I just didn’t know why. I wondered if he had met Edlyn before. It was possible. She and I looked enough alike that he might think I was her. The only difference was Edlyn was still a curvy girl, and I loved her for it. Fuck, why was I thinking of my friend? I needed to simply feel. God.

  His hands moved to cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks hidden behind the mask, and for the barest of moments I had a bit of a fear that he might see me, Scarlett Vanderwall, not the visage I was hiding behind.

  I lifted my hands and covered his. Shaking my head, I whispered, “The mask has to stay in place.” He needed to know that I had limits.

  “I won’t move it, little one,” he assured me, leaning in and kissing me again. His fingers moved from the mask and to my neck. I was so excited when his fingers closed over my throat and squeezed lightly. “But you will keep your damn hands over your head, or I’m going to stop even if it fucking kills me.” Holy shit, would he really? I didn’t dare test that theory, so I kept my hands above my head in fear of him stopping.

  I did, however, shift again. The sofa we were on was wide and large, but I wanted to wrap both of my legs around him. I needed to pull him deeper inside of me. I wanted to control some of our lovemaking as well. Dimitri was going too slow. I saw the utter rapture on his face when he was finally deep inside of me, and dammit I wanted him to pull out and fill me again. I wanted, no, I needed to see that look on his face again.

  He seemed to be reading my mind. He was suddenly moving out of my cunt slowly, then back inside once again. Holy God if his first entrance didn’t feel amazing, this second one felt even better. “Dimitri!” I screamed his name and shivered. It felt so damn good. I thought he was talented with his tongue and fingers, but it was nothing compared to his dick. Holy shit, if fucking were an Olympic sport, I was positive Dimitri would take gold each time. I covered his cock in my juices and felt him sliding easier into my body again and again. I couldn’t believe just how perfect this was, how good it felt, and how right it felt. Even here at the Bannencroft Estate where we were it felt beyond amazing. I didn’t care that I was losing my V-Card on a sofa that had likely had seen more action than a fleet of backseats on prom night. It was all about him and how he made me feel.

  I watched as he got up on his arms, his hands bracing on each side of my head, and moved right along with him. He was deep into it now. I bit my lower lip because he started to move harder inside of me. I loved it. The harder he was with me, the more I enjoyed it. I didn’t know what that said about me. Again, he lifted a hand and put it around my neck. “Come for me,” he demanded and squeezed, slightly cutting off my air and giving me the sensation of flying.

  He pounded into my pussy so hard that at one point it was almost painful, his right hand on the sofa and left hand around my neck. Every now and again, he leaned in and kissed me. His teeth
bruising my lips had me riding the edge of pain and pleasure. I looked up into his dark brown eyes and whimpered. “Please,” was all I could get out past his hand that was only lightly holding my throat now. It wasn’t bruising, it wasn’t painful, and it wasn’t to hurt me. I could tell it from the way he was looking at me when he did it, but it was something else, something that I didn’t understand.

  “Come with me, lyubimaya moya.” Dimitri leaned in to brush his lips to mine. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock as I come. Now, baby, come for me now.” The hand that had been around my neck trailed down my body and started to tease my clit. He had demanded that I come for him, and I hadn’t been able to at that second, but then he touched me. He ran his big thumb over my clit, and I felt the excitement and knew I was a goner. I screamed. His name fell from my lips again and again with an orgasm that seemed to last forever. I felt as if part of my very soul took flight and screamed through the atmosphere and into the very heavens.

  I had no idea what Dimitri was saying to me in his native tongue. I longed to ask him but was afraid to. I was worried he would tell me that what we were sharing right now meant nothing to him, that what I had experienced, this soul-shattering feeling of flying, didn’t mean nearly as much to him as it did to me.

  When he moved, however, he didn’t pull away from me like I expected him to. He curled his larger body in close to me, moving us so that my back was to the back of the sofa and his back to the world. He was protecting me, at least that’s how it felt, in our post-coitus embrace. I looked up at him and smiled. “That was amazing.” I couldn’t give him anything less than the truth, once I finally found my voice, that was. I hadn’t expected sex to be so consuming, so thrilling, or so perfect. I had expected pain and fumbling, not the sheer perfection that came with joining with Dimitri.