Perfectly Normal

by Jaden Wilkes

  He looked at her, narrowed his eyes and laughed. He said, “Why am I not surprised?”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, trying her best to look contrite.

  “Only you,” he said and leaned down to nip her neck with his teeth then continued, “would argue semantics with me when I’m simply trying to hold you down and torture you with ecstasy.”

  Columbia thought about it for a moment, laughed and replied, “Yeah, well...you know me well enough by now to know that I like to be right. And sometimes, I like to be in control.” She jerked her hands away from his, pushed him as hard as she could and flipped him onto his back. She scrambled to straddle him as quickly as she could, holding in her breath and her laughter the entire time.

  “Damn you woman,” Dimitri muttered underneath her, “I was supposed to make you wait for it, to beg for it.”

  She reached down and undid the drawstring on his pants. He had been boxing, so she had quick access to his cock. “Please?” she said and drew him out, his full nine inches, hard and wanting access to her pussy. “Please Dimi, can I please ride your cock? Can I please slide it up inside my tight cunt and milk you of every last drop of cum? Please….Sir?” she breathed and jerked his hard length with each word.

  “Yes,” he replied in a low, controlled voice. “Fucking yes, just get me inside you as fast as you can.” She knew he meant business, the more controlled his voice was, the closer he was to losing control. She knew this about him by now.

  She spread her legs, pulled her pants and panties down and slid one leg through, leaving her half clothed and fully open. It wasn’t as elegant as she’d hoped, but she didn’t think Dimitri cared at this point. She pulled herself up, watching his face the entire time. The anticipation made his face almost unrecognizable, he resembled a God of old, fierce and hungry.

  “Do you mean…like this?” she asked, enjoying the illusion of her control. She knew that he could flip her off him and take her at any second, but he was playing along. The fact that he let her on top from time to time made her love him even more. He knew she needed this every once in a while.

  She spread her pussy lips apart and he moved his intense gaze from her face to her cunt. He watched as she fingered herself, exposing her wet pink flesh to him. Her most vulnerable self. His cock twitched against her leg and he moaned.

  “Fuck woman, you’re killing me,” he whispered, watching her little masturbatory show as he lay still.

  “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” she said with a grin and pulled his cock towards her. With surgical precision she brought his head to her entrance and slid down his full length. She loved the way he filled her up so completely, her heart and her cunt.

  He grunted and reached for her hips to impale her further on his cock, but she pushed them away and did her best to pin him down. She leaned over him and watched him as she pulled herself up, felt the head at her entrance again and hovered there, almost letting him slide out. He groaned and said, “This is going to kill me, right now. I need...fuck…” He freed himself from her hands and gripped her hips hard, forcing her down on his cock. “I can’t wait,” he grunted and fucked her from below, “I need to fuck you, little dove, I need to fill your cunt and feel it spilling out of you. I want to suck you clean after I’ve filled you, I want to lay you down and lick every inch of you.”

  She gave in then, she was helpless and knew there was no fighting him. When they were both on the same track heading to the same terminus, she didn’t see the point of hitting the brakes. “I want to taste my cunt on you,” she said and moved her hands to his chest. She splayed her fingers across his huge pecs, feeling the ridged grooves of his burned side. The added sensation of his rough skin on hers expanded the overwhelming sense of being adrift on an ocean of ecstasy. “I want you to ram your cock down my throat and force me to drink your cum,” she purred as he slammed into her.

  “Fuck, yes,” he said and gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging in and keeping her grounded, fully in touch with him and his frantic fucking.

  She swung her long braid around, tensed her body up and arched her back. Out of the corner of her eye she was surprised to catch a glimpse of the concierge watching them. She arched her back even more, thrusting out her breasts and angling her body to expose herself to him fully. He was standing just behind a small topiary tree with his eyes glued to their bodies. He was obviously watching the movement of Dimi’s cock entering her cunt. Columbia imagined that he must be thinking about shoving himself inside of her, taking her like an animal, and on some strange level it turned her on even more. She knew that she was only Dimi’s and the concierge would never cross that line, but the thought of being watched was appealing. The thought of being observed in their most intimate moment thrilled her intensely, although it was something she’d never imagined would excite her.

  “Harder,” she said and groaned as Dimitri complied with her demand. He pounded into her with vigour unmatched by anything she’d ever expected from her lover. She snuck a peek at the concierge again and realized with astonishment that he wasn’t staring at her. She was certain that he was staring at Dimitri.

  She gasped and caught his eye. He looked away, red faced and fearful. She saw him back up, turn and leave the rooftop space but she could still feel his presence. He might not be watching them any longer, but the discovery she made just now was going to linger.

  “Come with me,” Dimitri said, a low guttural animalistic sound, “come on my cock, come with me, my love.”

  That brought his presence back into a sharp focus and all thoughts of the concierge were lost to her as she obeyed him. Her vision cleared and all she saw was Dimitri, all she felt was him deep inside of her. She could feel him physically pounding her cunt as she straddled him, but could feel the tendrils of his love wrapping around her heart until she felt it would burst. She sobbed his name as she came, “Dimitri.” It became her mantra, the singular sound that she emitted as she clenched herself around him and followed him to their completion.

  She tensed and felt him flood her pussy, his cum hot with his desire. “I love you,” he whispered and pulled her down to him. She lay across his chest and tipped her face up to kiss him. He had his eyes closed as he relaxed, she could feel him receding from her body, but his place in her heart grew with each shared beat.

  Columbia pulled away, he opened his eyes and she said, “I love you too.” He smiled and trailed his finger down her back, making her shudder with a small after shock of pleasure. “I never knew I could love like this,” she continued. “I thought my entire life was going to be spent like a mouse, timid and half alive. I look back at the boy I had a crush on and laugh at my stupidity. That wasn’t love, it was a cry for help and he was too weak to rescue me.” She sighed and laid her head on his chest and added, “You rescued me though, and you are the strongest man I’ve ever known.”

  He chuckled and ran his hand down her long braid, playing with it as he said, “You did the rescuing, little dove. You saved yourself when you stabbed that fucker in the heart and came back to me. You saved me because you came back to me. I wasn’t living before I met you; I was merely existing. Everything was done simply to bring me to you. Everything. From the moment I drew my first breath in the world to the fire to fleeing my homeland, it was all done for me to find you…my other half.”

  “You are so poetic for a killer,” she laughed and grabbed hold of his muscular bicep. Her hand barely made it half way round; his brute strength sent a thrill through her body. She loved that he was so physically capable; he could rip apart a man with these arms. It made her feel protected.

  “I would kill for you now,” he said, “but never like I did before. That fucking Sergei had me doing it for the wrong reasons, for greed and power. Now I kill for you or to right wrongs in the world. You have taught me justice.” He laughed, a bitter sound, and added, “A savage justice indeed, but I do believe you saved my soul.”

  “I don’t think we have souls,” she sai
d and he looked at her with surprise. “What? I’m not religious, so I don’t necessarily believe in the idea of souls. What we do have together is a soul, if there is such a thing. I believe in us.” She leaned up for a kiss and felt like liquid fire again when his tongue hit hers, wrapped around it and drew her in like an infinity symbol. When they kissed she felt right, and perfect, and infinite. She pulled away and said, “We have just one soul. The two of us were made incomplete, half formed. With each other, we are whole again.” “We are whole again,” Dimitri echoed her sentiment. “Together we are whole, we are broken when apart.”

  “That’s what scares me,” she said and once again saw his surprised face questioning her comment. “No, don’t get me wrong…it scares me because I know I would die without you. I would fade away to nothingness without you in my life. It scares me because now that I found you, I can’t ever let you go…but as long as you are hunted by Sergei, we will never be safe.”

  “Don’t worry about Sergei,” he told her and stroked her back as he spoke, “I will kill him soon. I understand your fear; I too feel the same. Before you, I was autonomous; nothing that happened to me affected any other person in my life. With you, I feel like I have to take care, be cautious…and yet I never want to become as I was before. I let the fear of my attack control my every action; now that I have you I want to squeeze every drop out of life that we can get. Just for you.”

  “I don’t want you to kill him,” she said suddenly, having already formulated her plan. He pulled back and raised his brows. “I want to be the one to do it,” she continued, “it’s the only way I will ever rest. I need to know your enemy is dead because he is now my enemy.”

  “I can’t let you do that,” he told her, “Sergei is a dangerous man. He’s willing to do anything it takes to survive. He would cut you down like a blade of grass, especially if he knew how much I love you. I could never put you in that danger.”

  “Then let’s make that my goal. I want to continue to practice until I am good enough to kill that fucking Sergei. To kill him for you. I want that to be my gift to you after you have given me so much.”

  Dimitri’s face was a mixture of love, pride and admiration. “You would do this for me?” he asked and smiled. “I believe you would, and it might provide us with the advantage. The surprise that such a beautiful woman could be the one to take his life. Like many men from my country, he is convinced of women’s inferiority. But I can’t let you do it, I will never let you risk your life for me.”

  “I disagree! I think it makes perfect sense. Let me show you my undying gratitude by ending the man who almost destroyed you. I can continue to train and we can search for something that will expose Sergei’s soft side. He has to have one, every man has one,” she said and reached for his cock, now spent and laying against his leg. “Even you, my love…my Dimi.” She felt it jerk to life at her touch, contradicting her joke and she giggled. “You always have to prove me wrong.”

  “You are a cock hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” he rasped as he swelled to his full length. “This time you will know your place,” he added and with a swift motion he had her off him and flipped on her back before she knew what was happening. All talk of Sergei was forgotten as when she saw the singular intent in his eyes.

  “Come on,” she pleaded with a laugh, “I liked being on top.”

  “You’ll like this too, little dove,” he said with fire in his eyes and a wicked grin on his face, “I promise you that you will like this.” He dragged the rest of her clothes off and proceeded to make good on his earlier threat. He devoured her pussy until Columbia was shaking and begging to suck his cock. Ever a man of his word, he allowed her to and Columbia drank him dry under the bright heat of summer.

  *****

  After they were both satiated they went for a swim. Columbia dared herself to swim to the edge overlooking the city, to help conquer her fear of falling. Dimitri knew by now how she felt so he hung back, letting her tackle it on her own. Small things like this added to her growing confidence. She wasn’t a little mouse any longer, but she certainly was far from feeling like the lioness she felt growing inside of her. Once at the edge she forced herself to bend over, looking down to where the water poured, being drawn back into the pool.

  “This isn’t that bad,” she said and turned back to Dimitri, “who knows, I might even get down there to clean it some day.”

  He swam to her, joined her looking over the edge and said, “Let’s not get too crazy here, we have staff for that.”

  “You elitist pig,” she teased him. “But you’re right, I need to conquer my lousy fighting abilities before I conquer the rest of the pool.”

  “We will have the concierge start back with your training first thing in the morning,” he said and wrapped his arms around her. They were both naked and she loved the slippery, indulgent sensation of his body pressed against her in their own private pool. A few short months ago she was scraping by on the small allowance her father saw fit to dole out. Now she wanted for nothing and money was no longer a concern.

  “What’s his name?” she asked, “Are you ever going to tell me?”

  “That’s his choice,” Dimitri replied, “I’ve told you this already.”

  “Why is he so stubborn with it?” she asked and let her body relax against him. They watched the lights come on all over the city. Soon they could see the nightly light show over the harbour. She never grew tired of it.

  “He’s a stubborn man,” Dimitri said and held her tighter. He nuzzled her neck and she felt a thrill of sensation travel from her pussy to her nipples. A tingling buzz that occurred almost every time he touched her. Which is exactly why he wasn’t teaching her to fight himself. They’d tried at first, but every single time ended up with them sweating and writhing on the floor of the gym or up here. She learned nothing but where he liked to be bitten and how much she loved being held down by the throat and madly fucked.

  “Ok, but what about his name? Why won’t you tell me if he doesn’t?” she pressed on. It was driving her a little crazy these last weeks. She lived with the man but knew nothing about him.

  “His name is his to give,” he replied, “I saved his life long ago and he pledged his to me. To serve me. If it weren’t for him I would have never survived Sergei’s attack, so in turn I owe him my own life. He is a very stubborn and private man who believes in the power of knowledge. He deals in knowledge. So for him to give you his name, his most intimate part, is to give you power over him. That will come with time, but for now be patient.” He kissed her neck and she turned to face him.

  “You know he loves you, right?” she said and ran her hands over his body. She couldn’t keep herself from touching and teasing him every chance she got. They had drifted closer to the shallow end of the pool so Dimitri could now stand. She let him hold her up and she loved the sensation of floating in his arms.

  “We have affection for one another,” he replied. “You can’t help but care for someone with whom you have forged such a close bond. Someone who has seen you through the worst times in your life and remained steadfast by your side. It’s one of friendship though, you aren’t jealous are you?” He smiled and looked a little smug. He loved it when she got jealous. They fired a housekeeper for that very reason, Dimitri glanced at the girl when they were having breakfast and Columbia had felt her jealousy flare up, a white-hot rage. She played it up a little to please Dimitri, but she was glad the woman was gone. She believed herself to be above such petty emotions.

  “I’m not jealous, but I saw him here, earlier. When we were having sex. He was watching us,” she said.”

  “That seems natural, he’s a man with needs after all. Of course he’d be curious to see what a magnificent creature such as yourself would look like in the act of love.” Dimitri swelled with pride.

  “He wasn’t watching me though,” she said, “he had his eyes fixed on you. Until he saw me looking, then he got flustered and left. I think he loves you.”


  Dimitri considered it for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and said, “It doesn’t matter either way. I am made for you, and only you. My poor, lonely concierge will have to find his other half elsewhere.”

  He kissed her and made her forget their conversation. By the time the light show started on the harbour, Columbia was twisting and panting under Dimitri’s strong hands as he plunged into her yet again that day. She never grew tired of this either.

  Chapter Two

  “Listen to me, god damn it!” the concierge yelled at Columbia as she faltered again and fell. He took the opportunity to land a swift kick to her ass and she rolled away from him.

  “Fuck, I am listening, you just aren’t explaining yourself,” she said in a huff as she stood up. They were in the gym practicing again, yet one more training session in a long string of sessions that seemingly went on forever. At least that’s how it felt for Columbia.

  “If you were listening, you wouldn’t be dead again. For the millionth time,” he spat, his face twisted in disgust.

  “But I’m not,” Columbia retorted, her own anger rising in the face of her own defeat. She hated to lose to him, but it felt like for every victory she suffered ten losses. She was getting sick of it, and was physically exhausted by the constant training. Her body had never looked so amazing, she was long and lean and her muscles sculpted perfectly under her tight skin. If it weren’t for her ridges and scars from years of cutting, her body would be perfection. As it was, Dimitri found it perfect so that was enough for her.

  “You’re not what?” the concierge replied coolly, one brow raised.

  “I’m not dead. This is just practice.”

  “Neither your heart nor your head are in this, little girl,” he told her, “your lack of ability will be the death of all of us one day.”