by Tia Siren
He stayed where he was and began to unfasten her shorts. When he was ready to open the zipper, he lay to one side of her, and slowly pulled it open. He put his hand inside and discovered she wasn't wearing panties. His hand went straight onto her pubic hair. He pushed a little further letting his hand slide over her moist lips. His fingers played in the folds of her vulva, and he leaned over and kissed her again. She kissed him like he'd never been kissed before. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and found every crevice of his mouth. As he fingered her, he heard her breathing change up a gear. She was finding it increasingly difficult to bear his insistent fingers without crying out. He stopped and pulled his hand from her. She almost came when he licked her juices from his hand and smiled at her.
Now he wanted to taste her for real. He got up, and tugged her shorts down over her ankles, and let them drop onto the floor. Still standing, he put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs open. When he saw her womanhood, his cock jerked in anticipation. When he lowered himself between her legs, the fist thing he noticed was the beautiful aroma of her excitement. The second thing he noticed was how excited she was. Her lips were wet and open for him. When his tongue landed on her most sensitive spot, Octavia screamed out and pulled his hair. He planted his mouth on her and let his tongue go to work as he reached up and squeezed a breast. She took hold of his hand and pushed it into her soft flesh.
A moment later, it was too much for her, and she cried his name as her back lifted from the bed, and her groin thrust into his mouth. Slava licked hungrily at her fountain as she trembled, helpless and wanton.
''Come up here,'' she said when her orgasm had subsided. She pulled him to her and urged him to lie on top of her and kiss her. His penis was sticking out of this pants and pushing into her belly. It was uncomfortable, and Slav quickly stood up and rid himself of his pants and shorts. Octavia let out a playful whistle when she saw him exposed for the first time. His thighs were strong and hairy, and she marveled at the size of what stood between them. Not just his penis, which was long and thick, but his balls that looked swollen and tight up against his body.
Again he lay between her legs, and again he put his mouth on her. She tried to pull him up because she wanted him to fill her, but he wanted one more taste of her. When he felt her second orgasm coming, he slid up her and entered her. Her scream hurt his ears. She flung her legs around him and clasped her hands onto his hard buttocks. He rode her hard with long powerful strokes as her second orgasm flowed seamlessly into her third. He grunted as he devoured her, splitting her open and making her come time and again. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her, framing her face, which was glowing. He kept up his rhythm, leaned down and kissed her hard. She pushed her pelvis up and forward, wanting him to release his seed info her. He grabbed her hands and shoved them up above her, as his body lay fully on her. She gasped under the weight of him and screamed as his thrusts began to hit her clitoris. He closed his eyes and let his other senses take over. The feeling of his penis in her wetness and the smell of her hot body writhing under him. When he felt her begin to tighten again, he pulled himself up and opened his eyes. As he saw her beautiful face, his balls swelled, and he cried out, pumping his thick semen into her. When every drop was spent, he slumped onto her, crushing the breath from her. She put her hand onto his sweaty hair and stroked it.
After an age, it was Octavia who spoke first. ''My God, if we have sex like that every time, I won't ever bother getting out of bed.''
''Just wait til I'm old and gray, and can't get it up. You won't want to stay in bed all the time then.''
''I don't care. I will be old as well. We'll have to make do with cuddling each other to orgasm.''
Her hair was wet and a few strands clung to the sweat on her forehead. He brushed them away, and kissed her there. 'I don't know about you, but I need to sleep a bit.'' Octavia held him as he drifted off. She followed soon after.
They woke two hours later, still clinging to each other. Slava got up and turned on the shower. '' Wanna join me?'' he asked. When Octavia turned away from him, willing him to soap her back, he couldn't resist bending her forward and thrusting himself into her once more.
The next day they lifted the anchor and began to sail into the marina at Gladesville. As they got off the boat, Slava put his arm around her. There was a click as a camera went off.
''That'll be all over the tabloids by tomorrow,'' Octavia said. ''I tell you, it never stops.'' They walked into a bar that served breakfast. It was dark inside and free of prying eyes. The exertions of the previous evening had left them in dire need of food, and they both ordered a large fry up.
''Tell me about your family Slava,'' she asked.
''Are you sure you want to know?''
''Yes. Your father, what's he really like?''
''He's a bastard.''
Octavia looked shocked. ''Do you mean he was born out of wedlock or do you mean he is not a nice person.''
''Both. My father has no idea who his father is, and his mother was a prostitute in St Petersberg. He was put into an orphanage and eventually rose to be where he is today. I don't know how many bones he's broken on the way up, but make no mistake, he is the most brutal of men.''
''Are you scared of him?'' Octavia asked sympathetically.
''Yes a little. He is quite capable of killing his own son if the moods takes him.''
''Surely you don't mean that? Slava that can't be true?''
''Well, I wouldn't bet against it. He always gets what he wants, and nobody stands in his way.''
''And how does your mother put up with this kind of man?''
''She always says yes to him. He's beaten her black and blue too many times for daring to defy him.''
''That's awful. For you both. Have you ever seen him hitting her?''
''Yes.''
*****
Octavia looked at the doctor's face. When he nodded to her, she burst into tears. She been waiting for the test result in a small room in Washington's most expensive private hospital. A nurse came and offered her an handkerchief, she took it gratefully and blew her nose.
''Miss Whalberg, your car has arrived,'' said the hospital manager. He'd been assigned the job of looking after the President's daughter during her short stay.
Octavia didn't want to see her parents, so she had the driver drop her off at Harvard, where she went into her room, closed the door and curled up on the bed. When her sobs stopped, she fell asleep. When she woke, she turned on Skype.
''Hello sweetie,'' Slava said. ''Do you know what time it is here? It's...''
''Slava I've got some very bad news,'' she said stopping him in his tracks. ''I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm pregnant.''
Slava wasn't quite sure he'd heard correctly. ''You're what?''
''Pregnant,'' she sobbed.
''That's great, no it's more than great, it's the best thing ever.''
Octavia was surprised. She'd thought he would be angry and afraid of what it might do to his future. ''Are you sure you're okay with it.''
''Okay? That's a useless word to use under these circumstances. If I weren't thousands of miles away, I'd crack open a bottle of champagne. Oh, Octavia, this is fantastic news.''
''I'm amazed you are so happy. I thought you would be angry and worried about the future.''
''Why? There is nothing I want more than to have you as the mother of my children. You will be a perfect mother. Just one thing, though. We should keep it secret from my father.''
''Okay. But what are we going to do? I'm the President's daughter; I can't be pregnant and unmarried. It simply isn't an option.''
''Sod it. You're not happy at Harvard, and I'm not happy in Moscow without you. I have dreamed about doing this with you. Let's take my boat and sail away. I have more money than we'll ever be able to use in our lives and a great place to live. My yacht. You can write books while I sail us around. I can design yachts and sell the designs via the web. What do you say?''
/> Slava looked at his computer screen as Octavia fell silent. After two minutes, she responded. ''There will be hell to pay. If I elope with you, my father will be crucified by the press, and he will suffer in the opinion polls. He will send the FBI, and lord only knows who else to find me.''
''Octavia, you are a grown woman living in a free world. Nobody can drag you back to the US against your will. We won't be committing a crime. It's not eighteen hundred.''
*****
''Yes what is it?'' the Ambassador barked as a small fat man entered his office. The Ambassador's office was not as large as he believed his position deserved. His desk was covered in photos of him in various posts he'd been sent to over the years, and there was a Russian flag standing on a pole to the right of his desk.
''Ambassador, it's your son. I have just received notice from the Federal Security Service that he was seen leaving St Petersberg in his boat two days ago.''
''Where was he going?''
''Nobody knows.''
''And I suppose the buffoons don't know where he is now, either?''
''That is correct sir. There is one more piece of information. He was with a woman.''
''What woman, he doesn't have a girlfriend as far as I know. He's too busy trying to finish his studies.''
''The girl's name is Octavia Wahlberg.''
''What? That black girl that calls herself the President's daughter?''
''Yes sir.''
''Get me General Toporov now.''
The man nodded and left the office. Five minutes later the Ambassador's phone rang. It was General Vladimir Topov, head of the Russian Security Service.
''You wanted to speak to me, Ambassador?''
''Yes General. I want you to find my son and bring him back to finish his studies, and then I want you to deal with the woman he has seemingly gone off with. Eliminate her if you have to. Do you understand? There is no way my son will marry an American, let alone a Black American. I don't want her having his children. She' behaves like a prostitute. I hate prostitutes; they are dirty. ''
''Ambassador, the woman to whom you refer, is the President's daughter. We can't do anything about her and your son being together. It's a free world, and they are both consenting adults.''
''Have you forgotten what happened in Moscow in 1991? If you have, then perhaps I should get it put in the newspapers so everybody can read what an unpleasant character you are. Don't you remember those poor girls? They were just innocent students having a good time. When you'd finished raping them, they couldn't walk anymore. Now, what do you say to my request?''
''I will do what I can,'' the General said.
When his phone rang again, the Ambassador swore. This time, it was the President, Daniel Wahlberg.
''Ambassador, my daughter has given her security agent the slip and has been picked up by your son in a boat in Tallinn, Estonia. I will hold you personally responsible for anything that happens to her. I want you to contact your son and tell him to let her come home. Se has her studies to think of.''
''Mr. President, I have no contact with my son. At the moment, I have no idea where he is.'' The Ambassador sighed as if he was already bored with the news. ''No doubt your daughter has led him astray. Much has been written about her, and not much of it good. She likes to, how shall I say it, put herself about a bit.''
''If you are suggesting my daughter had anything to do with this, you are sorely mistaken. Now get her back here or I will call your President and have you sent back to Moscow.''
''Mr. President, nobody threatens me. Even the so called most powerful man in the world. Be careful what you say. As I understand it, you daughter is in a very vulnerable situation at the moment.''
*****
Slava looked out of the bridge window, as he maneuvered his boat out of the harbor in Tallinn. He looked at Octavia and knew he would love her forever. He would tell her when they reached London.
His boat was a sixty-five feet luxury yacht called Serene. It had five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a siting room and a dining room. When servants were on board, they brought the food from the galley to the dining room in the elevator. The bridge where Slava and Octavia were sitting was full of all the latest gadgets.
''So tell me all about what happened?'' he asked.
''It was quite surreal actually. I told my bodyguard I was going to spend the night with a friend. The security team has waited outside friend's houses before while I've stayed the night, and, this time, was no exception,'' Octavia took great pleasure in relating the story of her escape and Slava could see it in her face. ''All I did was go into my friend's house and get out via a toilet window. I got a taxi to the airport, and flew here.''
''No questions asked?''
''No, a few people recognized me, but no body of any importance who could have stopped me.''
''Have I told you, how beautiful you are?''
''Lots of times. But make the most of it. I'll soon have an enormous belly and you won't want to come near me.''
''You're wrong there. You'll be so sexy; I won't be able to keep my hands off you.''
''Where are we going first? I mean we have the whole world to go at,'' Octavia asked.
''I have a surprise for my budding writer. All I'm saying is that we're going to London.''
''Not England, it rains all the time. Can't you take me somewhere warm.''
''Just, believe me, you'll enjoy yourself there.''
''Alright, I'll bow to your superior knowledge. Now can the Captain's assistant get a kiss?''
''And who will you write your first novel about?''
''About a man who is good looking and charming and who any woman could love without fear.''
''Me?''
''Of course, someone like you,'' she laughed.
When the boat pulled into the Thames Estuary, Slava was weary. Octavia had gone to bed some three hours earlier, but he was determined to make it to Milby Marina in London, before dawn. In the dark, one of the busiest rivers in the world is a tricky place to navigate, and despite fatigue, Slava kept his concentration.
Two hours later, the Yacht was safely tied to the dock in London's most exclusive harbor. Slava climbed out of the captain's chair and went on deck to get some fresh air. He was disappointed to see that his yacht wasn't the biggest there. He consoled himself with the feeling it was, at least, the third biggest in one of the world’s richest cities.
The fresh air did him good and he was soon ready to sleep. He hadn't had much time to think about what he and Octavia had done, but he was convinced they had done the right thing. In the bedroom, he quickly undressed. When he slipped into bed, he cuddled up to Octavia, who let out a little hello and promptly fell asleep again. When Slava put his hand on her swollen belly, he knew everything was going to be alright, and he drifted into a deep sleep.
''So, here we are in London, Octavia said, as she poured herself a coffee. What have you got planned for me?'' she asked eager to know what secret Slava had been keeping from her.
''It's twelve o'clock, let me get a shower and then we'll be on our way.''
''Okay, I'm coming to watch you in the shower. Will you,...you know......?''
''If you want me to,'' he said, eagerly.
*****
''Slava, please tell me where we are going. We've been driving for hours.''
The man from the luxury limousine hire company had told Slava he would send his finest limo and driver. It seemed he had kept his promise. They were sitting in a top of the range Mercedes with leather seats, a TV, and mini bar. As Slava sipped his iced water, Octavia eye's drank in the English countryside.
''It's very green isn't it? Quite beautiful. Unlike anything I've seen back in the States.''
''Or in Russia. I suppose it's all the water that falls from the sky. Look at that green field there, it really is bright green,'' Slava replied.
After two hours, they arrived at their destination. Octavia was extremely puzzled; they were in what seemed like a village, in the mid
dle of nowhere. The driver pulled up, got out and opened the door at Octavia's side.
''Slava, if you don't tell me where we are, I'm going to divorce you.'' It just slipped out. A joke, but, nonetheless, Slava heard it and took it as a hint of what their status really should be.
''We've come to look at a museum.''
''You dragged me all the way here, to some stuffy old museum,'' she complained.
'No. Not some stuffy old museum. Here read the sign.''
''Jane Austen Museum,'' Octavia read out loud. Then she suddenly realized. The home of one of the greatest writers of romantic fiction ever to have lived. ''Oh Slava, thank you. How thoughtful of you. I'm ashamed of myself for being so grumpy.'' When she began to weep with joy, Slava took her in his arms and held her tightly.
''For you my dear. May you become the Jane Austen of our time. Come on let's go and see what we can learn.''
They learned that they were in the village of Chawton in the County of Hampshire. They also found out that Jane Austen had spent the last eight years of her life in the house and had written three novels. They spent two hours reading everything they could and soaking in the atmosphere. Slava observed Octavia as she looked around the tiny rooms. It was as if she were in a trance, lost in a world she dreamed of. He only hoped he could provide her with a lifestyle where she could relax, be calm and have the clarity of thought to do what she wanted to, write.
''That was fantastic,'' she exclaimed as they got back into the limousine.
''Yes, we've got a lot of history in this country. Next time you should go to Stratford upon Avon, the home of William Shakespeare,'' the driver said.
''Oh, that would be lovely,'' she said still entranced by the world of Jane Austen.