by NiaKFoxx
“Now and in the future. I don’t plan on being any man’s chattel. I have and will always be my own person.”
“Spoken like a true feminist. It always amazes me how the tune changes when one finds themselves so enamored they’re willing to give anything of themselves, even freedom.”
“I guess I’m one of the lucky ones because I’ve never been unfortunate enough find myself in such a predicament.”
“Hmmm, the true test will come when you’re faced with the option.”
“Well, here’s to my continued freedom,” she raised her glass in a solitary salute.
“How did you come to work for Alexi?”
She was glad he dropped the topic. Although discussing her made up history wasn’t one of her favorite subjects; thankfully, she’d told the tale enough over the last five months it flowed from her with ease. .
“I’d just lost my waitressing job and was in need of money. I printed up some resumes and placed them on cars at some of the more exclusive restaurants around and voila here I am.”
“Sounds bold and a bit irresponsible.”
“Desperate times called for desperate measures, besides I bought a prepaid phone just for that purpose.” She had in fact placed a fake resume on cars at Alexi’s favorite haunts as a last ditch effort when she couldn’t find a more traditional way into his employ. It had taken two months before one of Alexi’s men called her for a meeting. Two months of crank calls and married men thinking she was advertising other services.
“And exactly what was your desperation?”
“My mother, whom I’d rather not discuss.”
He nodded his understanding.
“And I take it you like your job?”
“I needed the work and Alexi pays well so I really can’t complain.”
“I’ll make sure there is extra compensation for your services tonight.”
His comment set off somersaults in her belly at what the evening had in store. Surely he didn’t honestly believe she was going to have sex with him?
“Speaking of which, I don’t think I’m really cut out for this added duty,” she tried tugging her legs away only to find herself pulled completely across his lap. Her too short mini pushed up on her backside riding dangerously high on her hips. She pushed frantically against his chest at the thought of what would take place next.
“Relax Tiffany Sinclair,” he whispered against her ear.
Chapter Two
She stiffened; her mind had to be playing tricks on her. He’d called her Sinclair not her alias St. James. If he knew her name then he must know who she really was and the real reason she was there.
Dear God, did Alexi know as well? Had he sent this man to take care of her?
“Be calm dorogaya moya, I’m the only one who is aware of your secret for now,” his hushed tones vibrated against her ear. “But you are no longer safe here, it’s only a matter of time before Alexi discovers your true identity.”
“How?” She whispered more to herself.
“Shh, remember we probably have an audience now.”
An audience! Her cover had been compromised, her life endangered and she was supposed to act as if she were having a good time with a total stranger.
“If you’re to get out of here alive you have to trust me,” he nuzzled her earlobe before pulling back.
Trust him? Could she trust him or anyone for that matter? Did she have a choice?
Her gaze met his silver eyed stare just before his head dropped to place probing lips against her month. Perhaps it was the threat of danger, or the uncertainty of her future which had her melting into him. Her body seemed to respond of its own accord. Arms wrapped around his neck, as she became the aggressor in this very dangerous game.
“Slow down Tiff, we have all evening,” he said roughly against her mouth.
Yes, but will it be my last one? Her inner voice queried.
He pulled back, leaving her to stare at him questioningly.
“I want to see this delectable body of yours.” Nimble fingers easily slipped the oversized buttons through their holes, punctuating his words. She felt drugged watching while he pushed the top of her uniform down her shoulders until she shrugged herself free. Her heart thumped loudly against her chest as she watched his gaze linger on her heavy breasts. The satin bra she wore pushed the firm globes together giving the illusion of even more cleavage than normal.
“Just as I imagined,” he said before dipping his head down to kiss the swell of her chest before flicking one satin covered nipple with the tip of his tongue. Her back arched instinctively, she felt as if she would dissolve when he took the nipple in his warm moist mouth. Even through the fabric his heated caress had her body tingling.
Tiffany groaned in a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, as she tried unsuccessfully to fight her response.
He’s a stranger and could have been sent by Alexi, she silently reminded her befuddled senses.
The internal speech was for not. Her body had a mind of its own and she was sinking fast. Fingers reached to tangle in his soft hair pressing his head closer to her aroused breasts. Teeth grazed her pebbled nipple until she squirmed in his lap. Her bottom ground against the budding, erection concealed by his slacks. Konstantin feathered kisses up her chest, her neck until he brushed her lips. Brief butterfly caresses fanned her cheek until he could whisper in her ear.
“Easy my dear, or this little ruse of ours will become a definite reality.”
Ruse? She wanted to ask him more about it, but found herself lifted when Konstantin stood, cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing more than a few pounds. He crossed the wide expanse of the room to the canopy bed in long strides. Her feet dropped gently to the lush carpeting, and Tiffany took a step backwards to put some space between them. Her progress was interrupted by the side of bed.
“Take off the uniform,” Konstantin commanded in a passion filled voice.
Without question she pushed the already dangling dress over rounded hips, easing it further down along with the black stockings she wore.
“You are a very beautiful woman Tiffany.”
She lowered her gaze demurely, “Thank you.”
Her gaze quickly met his again at the sound of him removing his jacket and promptly tossing it on a corner chair.
He took a step forward, “Why don’t you help me with this.”
There was no need to ask him what he referred to as he placed her hands on his shirt. Tiffany paused enjoying the feel of his warm chest through the fabric. He was hard beneath her touch and she found herself looking forward to seeing what he looked like in the flesh. Surprisingly steady fingers began the curious task of releasing the round plastic buttons. She caught her breath at the first glimpse of his bare skin. Firm abs rippled down his lean stomach. The urge to allow herself free reign over the contours of his muscled chest and stomach was almost too great a temptation to resist. She dropped her hands as he pulled the shirt away to let it fall at their feet.
“These pants are becoming increasingly uncomfortable.”
Tiffany held her breath in anticipation, her eyes lingering on the sculptured physique of his chest. Time ticked by slowly before she realized he wasn’t making an effort to remove his slacks. She hazarded a look up to eyes that had darkened from silver to a smoky gray. His intense stare spoke volumes. She responded as if on automatic pilot reaching for the wide belt buckle. Things moved in slow motion from there, leather slipped through metal. The clasp of his pants gave easily under her ministrations. The sound of the zipper mixed with the thumping of her heart and distant crackling fire. If there were any doubts before to his aroused state she could promptly dismiss them at the evident bulge in his trousers. A spark of pleasure coursed through her when she felt the catch in his breath as her fingers glided over the swell in his pants.
He stilled her hands bringing them back to his own chest, “Why don’t you lie down while I get rid of these.”
Odd as their situation might be
she found herself wanting to protest; she wanted to finish undressing him. Yet a tiny dose of rational thought managed to surface itself in the haze of her confused brain. Konstantin reached around her to pull the top blanket back before straightening.
“I won’t leave you waiting long,” his sultry voice promised.
Tiffany nodded her acceptance even as she slid across the expensive sheets. They were nothing like the one’s she’d slept on since her move in the manor. Her thoughts quickly transitioned from the bedding and back to the man removing his clothes only a foot away. She savored the smooth way he rid himself of the loose slacks, revealing black boxer-briefs that looked as if they were made for him. Her mouth went dry when the briefs joined his other clothes in a heap on the floor. Her gaze was drawn to his impressively jutting cock.
“I’m glad I meet with your approval,” he commented at her silence.
Tiffany snapped her mouth closed before she said something asinine that would reveal just how much she approved. She watched in silence as he bent to retrieve a foil wrapper from a pocket.
Condoms, her mind registered. She gapped in awe as he unwrapped the latex and rolled it over his erect staff with the ease of practice. Briefly, she wondered what it would have felt like to be the one to sheath him in the protection, to feel his veined erection between her fingers. She didn’t have much time to savor the thought because Konstantin was easing into bed next to her, urging her over with his bulky frame. When she would have moved too far, one arm snaked around her waist to bring her in intimate proximity with him. In one fluid movement he settled himself between her thighs.
His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that wouldn’t allow protest, and like before she gave in to the persuasion of his lips. Her mind registered the clasp of her bra being undone a millisecond before it gapped open in the front. He palmed one hefty globe as he rubbed the aureole with his thumb. Need shot through her entire body igniting a throbbing in her core which had her pressing against him. Instinctively, one leg hooked around his hip pressing him closer. As if answering her silent request he thrust forward, his length rubbing against her satin covered clit.
“Yes,” Tiffany groaned into his mouth wrapping arms around the wide expanse of his back. He broke away from their kiss to lead a heated path to her breasts. His mouth teased and taunting her erect nipples until she felt like she would go crazy from the pleasure. She could feel the wetness building with each thrust of his hips, stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth. When he pulled back to stare at her through hooded eyes she felt as if she would scream in frustration.
Her panties were wet from her excitement but she didn’t care. The satin material was pulled down her hips and tossed with enough force to send them sailing across the room, her gapping bra followed leaving only the latex he wore as a barrier between their heated flesh.
Her eyes rounded as his questing hand dipped between her thighs, slipping between the warm, moist folds of her labia until he could stroke her engorged clit.
“Konstantin,” she moaned, unable to prevent herself from arching into him.
“Hmm, you’re so greedy for my touch. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” she purred wanting to feel him glide inside her, to stretch her with his thickness.
“Good.”
Tiffany whimpered in protest when he moved away to pull the coverlet over them. He spread her thighs even wider, bracing a forearm above her head.
“Trust me Tiff,” he said just a he thrust into her with his forefinger. She gasped aloud at the sudden entry. She didn’t have time to register fully what was happening because his thumb slipped between her folds again and began a gentle campaign on her sensitive clit. His body thrust against hers in tandem with his fingers rhythm and as much as she wanted to feel him pushing deep within her she couldn’t deny how much pleasure he was bringing her with his digits. His thumb increased its pace until she was gasping, stretching for the orgasm that had built. She was on fire, thrusting frantically against his demanding fingers. She wanted more, pushed for it. Her orgasm came on full force erupting in a series of spasms and shrieks until she dug her nails into his back.
His fingers slipped from her warm core, but it didn’t stop his simulated thrusts. As the residual effects of her orgasm faded she realized why he hadn’t fully consummated their play. With their lower extremities covered, only they were aware he’d pleasured her with his hand and not the straining thickness tapping her stomach with each push forward. He’d said it himself. It was to be a ruse. Yet he’d allowed her to fully experience pleasure.
A mischievous smile spread across her lips. She enjoyed the surprise that registered on his face as an arm stole underneath the blanket, fingers wrapping around his sheathed manhood.
“Tiff,” he ground out trying to still her movements with the hand that had, until that moment, still lingered between her thighs.
“Trust me,” she whispered his words back at him, tightening her hold on his cock until he gave in, bracing the previously occupied hand next to her hip. She set the pace of the masturbation, stroking him gently at first, gripping him tightly and relaxing her hold, repeating her movements over until his head dropped into the hallow of her neck.
He mumbled something she assumed was in his native Russian. Although she didn’t know their meaning, the words sent a chill down her spine. She never felt so in control or alive before. Her pumping intensified and she knew by his shallow breaths and frenzied thrusts he was close. Her fingers contracted around him with each downward motion over and over.
He exploded in a growl that had him throwing his head back, the distended veins on his neck bulged to capacity. Tiffany didn’t stop there, she was determined to milk him completely until his body jerked against hers in response before he collapsed at her side.
“Come,” his gruff voice commanded and she scooted into the fold of his welcoming arms, settling against his sculpted chest.
“What do we do now?” she mumbled listening to the sound of his heart take on a more steady rhythm.
“We sleep,” he answered matter-of-factly.
“But-”
“Sleep now Tiff,”
She bit back her protest, how could he expect her to sleep when there were so many questions needing answering.
Chapter Three
A quick check of the bedside clock let him know that he was wasting precious time. Yet, Fae Ramj Oloff, currently known as Konstantin Jestkov Malovich couldn’t bring himself to move from the spot and away from the sleeping woman whose life now rested in his hands. It was strange how one act, one brief moment in time, could change one’s path so significantly. Yet, there he was staring down at the fortune Fate, in all her glorious but confusing wisdom, bestowed on him. It wasn’t quite the introduction he had in mind, although he couldn’t entirely complain. He stopped himself from reaching for her, mindful of the fact he still needed to meet with Alexi before the night was over.
He gave Tiffany another lingering look before easing from the bed. Although fool hearted, he had to admit he admired her gumption. Being caught hadn’t seemed to ruffle her feathers one bit. He’d had to mask his amusement at her quick recovery after being discovered on the balcony. Once this was all over he’d be sure she understood the folly of putting herself in harm’s way, for a story nonetheless. He gave his head a mental shake refocusing on the task to be done. He’d handle his little sleeping beauty in the morning.
Despite his inner desire to get the sordid business done quickly his outward appearance was of a man without a care in the world as he leisurely redressed. This assignment was becoming far more convoluted than he’d expected. First off, the real Konstantin Jestkov Malovich was dead, had been for the last two months after suffering a heart attack. If Ramj knew the mobster had just inhaled enough cocaine to lay a horse flat he would have waited before materializing in front of the man. Hell, if he’d just waited a day longer the man would have surely died from an overdose. Instead, eager to rejoin his men at arms, he’d
jumped the gun thinking his very appearance and a harsh chastisement would be enough to scare the human straight. It had worked in his other limited experiences as Intercessor. How was he to know this assignment would be any different? This was the first time he’d missed the mark, but did his brother, The Fae King Tul Oloff, take into consideration how the series of unfortunate events befell him, absolutely not.
***
Ramj dropped the corpse in front of the royal throne with a thud.
“Who is this?” Tul asked without so much as a raised brow.
“My assignment,” he answered his twin in a disinterested tone.
“You killed him?” This time Tul glanced down at the lifeless body.
Probably checking for wounds, Ramj thought as he crossed arms over his large bare chest in disgust.
“No, he’s a drug user. The evidence is there on his face and my back.” He’d been sure to leave it after the man fell face down into the white powdery substance he was snorting when Ramj materialized.
“Healer.” The king called. Although his voice wasn’t raised it echoed throughout the cavernous room.
A tall, slender, female Fae appeared in answer to his summons bowing politely before his imminence, in so doing her billowy garment fell forward in a slow graceful motion. Ramj saw the way his brother’s eyes lingered on the dark skinned beauty.
“Is this really necessary Tul?”
Ramj was the only Fae who dared call the King by his first name, even their elder relations refrained from such folly.
“You know it is. Healer, please examine the human,” came his brother’s reply.
Ramj kept his irritation to himself as the Healer scanned the remains. Ultimately the examination would prevent any future questions or accusation as to the cause of the man’s death.