Defiled

by A. M. Rivera

  In what seems like no time at all he returns all wet with a towel around his hips and his damp hair pushed straight back. He smells divine and obviously used a different body wash than I used. He is all masculine and fresh smelling.

  “You look really good like that all trussed up. But I know what would look better.” He says as he yanks the sleep pants off me so quickly I had no time to stop him. I clamp my knees together to somehow hide myself as he somehow undoes the cuffs from my wrists and removes them but leaves them hanging still attached to the headboard. Now he is on his knees on the bed next to me and tugging the tee shirt up and over my head tossing it across the floor. I immediately cross my arms to hide my breasts. I am trying to curl into myself and away from him but he takes me in his arms and pushes the hair back off my face.

  “Wait! “I yell. I am fighting in earnest now as he lowers his mouth to mine. Relentlessly and demanding. My fighting is growing weaker as his kisses grow harsher and more persistent. Slowly he eases and applies just the right amount of pressure to keep me from trying to turn away. This is a seductive lingering kiss that I am melting into. How can I be responding? I don’t know his name even. All I know about him is that he is a bad guy that has guns and kidnaps and God knows what else. How can I want this?

  He lets up just to look at me more. So I try to break this up.

  “Wait! Please don’t do this! You said this was about my father not me.” I plead.

  Holding me still with his hand around my throat, he says “This has been about you since I saw you for the first time and wanted you like I have never wanted any woman before you. I have waited as long as I can and it has only made me want you more Lyubov Moya.” He kisses me again and he is all over me with his hands everywhere on my body. He is covering me. Weighing me down with his body, feeling me, kissing me, nipping with his teeth on my mouth ,my neck, my shoulders, everywhere. His hands cup my breasts as he stops kissing long enough to grunt the word “Perfect”

  I am heating up and feel like I am hypnotized or something like I have never felt before. I feel swirling heat racing thru my veins like a drug or something. I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want him to stop. I am reaching or racing to get to something I can’t get to on my own. His mouth goes to my breasts, first one, then the other and I feel closer to that something. I don’t feel shame or fear. I just feel need. He continues a downward path with his mouth kissing, licking, sucking and even biting his way down my tummy. “Baby, you are so fucking beautiful.” he says and I burn even hotter. His big rough hands grab the insides of my thighs and spread my legs apart as he repositions himself in between my legs right at the heart of me. Now I calm down a little because this is so embarrassing. He cannot be there. It is too much. When he pushes his face right to me and laps at me with his warm wet tongue and moans a little while doing this.

  Embarrassment is over. I just need him to keep doing what he is doing. He is licking from the bottom to the top and I am losing my mind. Never had I even imagined something could feel so good and I am building higher and higher when he pushes his big finger inside of me, I shatter into a million pieces. So sensitive he has to stop. I can’t take anymore. It is so good it will hurt. “Oh Baby. You smell and taste like heaven. I cannot get enough of you. You are so wet for me and came so easily. I want more.” And with that he raises up to reach the bedside table and pulls out a condom. So this is it. As he tears open the foil pack with his teeth and rolls it down over him, I see what was beneath that towel and gasp. He is huge. I may have not actually “done it” before but I have seen photos and things and never was one so large or thick. I feel afraid now that it is not going to continue to feel good. I am a small girl and he is a really big Russian! We were not meant to be together like this. He returns to kissing me and rubbing me all over with his hands. It is like he loses himself in doing this and he becomes an animal and makes me an animal also. It’s not very long till I feel him at my entrance nudging little by little. I am on fire again and just want anything he has to offer. I am actually begging “Please.” When he pushes with a hard thrust and is buried all the way in me.:”Aargh ! “I cry out from the sharp burning pain, and he stops.

  “Holy Fuck! You gotta be kidding me! It’s your first time? How is this possible? You are 20 years old! How? “

  Embarrassed, with a single tear trickling out of the corner of my eye, I wrap my arms up around him and say “Please don’t stop. I want this.”

  He covers me with kisses and oh so gently starts to move. He is giving me time to adjust and the pinching sensation is going away. The pleasure is starting to build again even. He is kissing me over and over and in between each kiss he is speaking loving words in both English and Russian. I am starting to float up off the bed again when he starts pumping into me with a little more force and says “Niko, my name is Niko, say it. Say my name Lauren“

  A whimper is all I can manage as I am so close to having my second orgasm ever. I moan and whimper.

  “Say It! Now! Say my fucking name Lauren!”he growls. And at this point I will do anything just to keep going where this is going. I cry out his name “Niko!” and topple over the edge into oblivion just as he roars and reaches his own climax. Oh my God. Amazing. I lay with my eyes closed and try to get my breathing back to normal. Drifting off to an exhausted sleep or passing out, I’m not sure which, I hear him moving around in the room and bathroom. Escaping him is the farthest thing from my mind.

  Seven

  I am waking up slowly with the most wonderful feeling of being cherished and worshipped by the hands running all over my body and kisses being pressed into my neck, my shoulders, and finally my breasts. My thoughts are coming to life telling me this is so wrong and so bad I need to protest. But sensation is once again winning. I open my eyes to find the room is still dark except for a faint light coming from the bathroom. I look into the deep gray eyes of Niko. Yes, I know his name now. I say it softly. “Niko.”

  He exhales and pulls me close to him. “Nikolai Grekov” He corrects me.

  “Mmm Nikolai” I try it out.

  “Sounds very good when you say it. Angel Moy.” He says as he is in full on love making now and I am lost once again.

  “You are sore?” He asks.

  I say “a little” but obviously wish to continue.

  “I will be easy on you baby. You need to make up for lost time.” He smiles and kisses me with everything he has in him. It isn’t long before I am on the edge again when he flips me onto my stomach and enters me from behind. It is gentle but even more filling this way than before. My orgasm starts to build again and I am amazed at how easily I recognize these new feelings. He is right, I need to make up for lost time and catch up with the rest of the women my age. This is sheer bliss. He is pressing me down into the bed and increasing his pace until I can no longer hold back and I yell out in my orgasm. And once again he follows quickly behind me as if he was waiting for me to come first.

  He is off the bed and heading into the bathroom before I can roll over. I am not sleepy this time but feel energized, sore, and yes embarrassed. I wish I could go to sleep like last time and not have to face him.

  He returns to me wearing black boxer briefs and says “I am drawing you a bath. It will help with your soreness. Go ahead and get in. I’m going to the kitchen. Are you hungry?” and I shake my head.

  “Well, are we drinking cold water, champagne or something stronger?” He asks. I give him easiest quickest answer. “Just water is fine for me.”

  “Are you sure? I feel like we need champagne to celebrate.” He asks. I blush from head to toe at that and can’t speak I just shake my head again. With a shrug he turns and heads out of the bedroom. I drag myself up and trot to the bathroom completely naked. I use my old trick of putting my hair up without pins by looping my ponytail into a bun and tucking it into itself. I want to be hidden in the tub before he returns. Sinking into the foamy bath does sting slightly but the warmth is soothing. I am sure he is experienced in
making all kinds of females sore, so I trust his opinion on the bath situation.

  I have turned off the water and am laying back in the massive tub when he returns. He is holding a drink in a crystal tumbler with a large ice cube. He sips it as he walks to the tub and sits on the edge. I feel embarrassed and trapped. “Baby, I know every inch of you inside and out. Don’t be shy of me.”He says as he brings his glass to my lips and tips it for me to drink. I take the tiniest sip and still go into a coughing fit. Could I be any more of a child to him? He smirks, sitting his drink on the edge of the tub and stands removing his boxers and stepping into the tub behind me. He pulls me against his chest and reaches around me for his drink.

  Holding his drink down beside the tub, he really relaxes back and I see his eyes are closed when I turn to look at him. He is hard again as I feel him against my back, I want to step out but don’t know how to do it gracefully. “This is the third time you have showered or bathed in like 24 hours. Am I making you a dirty girl?” He teases.

  “I should get out now. “ I say.

  His eyes open on that and he says “Let me wash you first.”

  Oh my.

  Drink has been put down as he lathers the soap in his hands and reaches around me and washes my front. Now I am the one with my eyes closed. Using his legs and feet, he spreads my legs apart while he continues massaging my shoulders and throat with his soapy hands.

  “My turn.” he says and picks up the soap and places it in my hands. He helps me turn to face him. I work fast to get it over with lathering his massive beautiful chest when he pulls my right hand to his erection bobbing up thru the foamy water. The soap is dropped and forgotten as he covers my hand with his to show me what he wants. I want to hide but feel empowered and hold his eyes while my hand is moving up and down. “Baby that feels so good. You haven’t even used your hands on a man before this?” He asks softly.

  I can’t give him a vocal answer so I lower my eyes and shake my head no.

  “Comeon.” He says standing up and pulling me with him.

  We step out of the tub and into the shower stall where he rinses us both off and starts stroking himself with one hand and holding me by the back of my neck with the other. A part of me thinks it’s hot and the other part of me doesn’t like this and feels scared at the animalistic idea of what we are doing. He is staring deeply into my eyes and I can’t look away. I feel like he needs me to be a part of this. When he tightens his hold on me and grunts into his orgasm. He hits my stomach and pelvic area with hot streams of his release. He moves me in front of the water and rinses me off again. Bending to rinse himself off he shuts the water off and we step out.

  Eight

  He looks his fill of my naked body and finally wraps a towel around me and one around his hips. He scoops up his now empty glass and says he will be right back leaving me in the bedroom. I see two cold bottles of water waiting on the bedside table and open one and take a swig.

  Niko returns with another drink. “Relax.” he says.

  I want to dress again so I start picking up my discarded sleep outfit from earlier when he waves his hand holding the drink saying “No, no. No clothes for you.”

  “ I umm.. I can’t …” I stammer.

  “You are off the hook for the rest of the night. But I want your body naked for me.” He explains. “Get back into bed. It’s still a few hours before daylight.” I do as he asks and sit on the side of the bed where I can slip under the covers as I slide the towel off in one move.

  Niko sits on the bed close to me and I turn towards him. “Nikolai. You say your family owns this house not you but this is your bedroom? “

  I can’t help but ask since I have seen the clothing in the drawers and I have seen the variety of things he has tucked into the bedside table. My curiosity or maybe it’s my insecurity is getting the best of me

  He grins as if he knows all of the things running thru my head. “Yes. The family actually owns this place but it is for my sole use when I am working in the area. No one else sleeps in here but me. You are also the only woman I have had in this room.”

  For some reason I feel good about that.

  “What kind of work do you do?” I ask, since he kind of brought the subject up.

  “Nothing I care to talk about to you. For now, you are my work.” he says.

  “So when you say the family, is it your parents that own these places?” I ask.

  “No Lauren, not that kind of family.” He answers and sits his now empty drink on the bedside table and scoots right next to me putting his arm around me.

  “You look very tired. When do you sleep?” I almost whisper.

  “It’s been a few days actually. I don’t sleep much.” He says

  Now that we are actually talking, I try to reason with him.

  “I am worried about my father and how upset he must be.”

  He shakes his head and says “Don’t be. He is going to Palm Springs all weekend for golf. He comes home Monday, and court hearing is Tuesday. He doesn’t really seem to be losing sleep over you.”

  “Oh.” Is all I can say to that.

  “Good news for us. We can go to your place and pack a bag for you while the house is empty. Get some sleep and we will go tomorrow after we confirm he has left and no staff is hanging around.”

  So nothing has really changed as I snuggle deeper into the covers and close my eyes. Try not to worry. Try not to be afraid. Just try not to think so much. My last thought as I drift off are that he is being nice to me. Very nice.

  Nine

  I open my eyes to a bright room full of sunshine and find I am all alone. I can hear Niko outside the bedroom door talking to someone. It must be on the phone because his voice is the only voice I hear. I cannot understand the words even the English parts are too muffled thru the doorway. I grab the tee shirt off the floor and head for the bathroom. As I wash my hands, he opens the door to the bathroom and comes right in looking extra dark and moody like the phone call pissed him off about something.

  “Hello.” I squeak.

  He bends down and kisses my mouth then my forehead. “It’s closer to lunchtime than breakfast time but let’s feed you some breakfast.” He says as he is pulling me along out of the room and down the stairs again.

  I am surprised to see an older lady busy in the kitchen. I feel shy and embarrassed over what I am wearing, how late it obviously is, and the fact that she knows I have been in Nikolai’s bed.

  Nikolai introduces us by names only, no explanations given. Her name is Yelena and the rest is all in Russian. He scoots me to the counter where we sat last night and pulls a chair out for me. Yelena brings coffee and bustles around sitting food in front of us. Once again¸ Nikolai eats like he is famished and I try to eat some fruit and not make eye contact with anyone. He scoops scrambled eggs onto my plate along with some toast. “What is it with you and food? Are you anorexic or do you have an issue with food?” He asks.

  This angers me and for the first time in hours I am finally back in reality. “I don’t have issues with food I have issues with being a victim of kidnapping and held against my will in a strange place with strangers. I just want to be free and go home!” I say a little too loudly.

  Yelena has stopped with her busy work and is staring at me with her towel in hand and her mouth open. I meet Nicolai’s eyes and see a dark fury there. I actually flinch a little at the potency of his anger. He rises out of his chair and comes to stand close to me like last night when he fed me and barks an order in Russian to Yelena without looking away from me.

  I see Yelena move quickly out of the corner of my eye and step into an adjoining room or maybe a pantry.

  His hand is around my throat as he sneers “You gave yourself to me over and over again last night and would have continued to do so this morning if I hadn’t left the bed. I didn’t force that nor are we strangers. This is home until I say otherwise. Now eat something and don’t say another word.”

  I take my fork and glue my eyes
to the plate. Yelena returns and lays my clothing from yesterday clean and folded on the counter. Even the sneakers are there. It must have been a laundry room she stepped into. I blush that the panties are there and remember that he took the bra from me yesterday and I have never put it on yet. After a few bites I am unable to continue, so I set my fork down but continue to stare down at my plate and avoid Nikolai’s eyes. He adds cream and sugar to my coffee stirring it and lifts it for me to drink it. I take the cup from him and drink. It is really good. Just what I needed. Normally I would take my coffee black and never let myself have sugar or heavy cream, but it’s delicious.

  When I sit the cup down he says coldly “Go upstairs and dress we will be leaving later.”

  I jump up, glad to get away from him and do as I’m told. I wash, brush my teeth and fix my hair, get dressed in my clean clothes and sit on the bed to put the sneakers on, when Niko walks in.

  “Come on downstairs we have company” He says. I follow him trying to imagine who could be here.

  At the bottom of the stairway I see two very large, well dressed, guys standing at the door like body guards or club bouncers. We enter a very formal living area I have not seen before and waiting for us is an older guy that I recognize easily from the news my entire life. Nikolai speaks my name as if to introduce us and before he can say our visitors name I say “Anatoly Petrov” Both men are taken aback a little.