by Fiona McGier
This time he allowed the pressure to determine the speed and depth. He gripped her hips tightly as he pounded himself into her, grunting out his feelings.
“No one else can touch you! You’re my woman! Your cunt belongs to me! Every part of you is mine! Tell me! Tell me, you hot, horny bitch! Who gets to fuck you?”
Alexandra was almost delirious with pleasure. She whimpered her answers.
“You do! You are my man! Your cock owns me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Hard…aah!”
She shrieked like a banshee while she came, twisting and pulling at the bonds that tied her up, gnashing her teeth and screaming, her face set in a rictus of agony-based ecstasy. Her body shook and trembled as every cell in her body exploded. Dmitri finally gave up his control and rode along with her on the cascade of multiple orgasms that made them both pass out because their bodies couldn’t take being conscious anymore.
A short while later, Dmitri twitched awake as every muscle in his body relaxed into sleep mode. He realized Alex was still tied up and he carefully undid the knots. He momentarily felt guilt at the red marks on her wrists and ankles. But when he got back into bed next to her and pulled her close into his arms again, she sighed with contentment and snuggled into his skin.
He closed his eyes and joined her in the deep dreamless sleep of a totally sexually satiated state of exhaustion.
Chapter Seven
The next few weeks passed by, with a routine becoming established. It was still too early in spring for the snow to be gone, so very few were brave or foolish enough to ride their Harleys. Not only were they temperamental machines that didn’t perform well in extreme cold, they were so expensive that few were willing to have their bikes exposed to the salt and sand strewn about on the icy roads to help with traction.
Dmitri had found a small, furnished efficiency apartment, and paid cash on a month-by-month basis. He was sleeping over at Alexandra’s expensive condo four nights a week, so he figured that for three nights a week he could stand being cramped. Plus when he looked around he laughed to himself, remembering what life had been like in Moscow.
This would have been a very expensive apartment there! Especially with real furniture… not an egg crate in sight. And the appliances even work. Only in America! I am a rich man!
As it turned out, Ivan did indeed know some people in Minneapolis-St. Paul who had occasional uses for the talents Dmitri had been taught by his family so he could be useful in the business.
There are always people who don’t want to pay their debts, and who need to be persuaded that paying is better than not paying. As long as no one is asking me to seriously hurt or kill anyone, I’m good. I don’t want to have to leave town. I have a reason to be here, and I’m not ready to admit defeat yet.
He had expected Alexandra to be angry with him for torturing her that Saturday night. Instead, she seemed to regard him with new respect. He was greatly amused to notice the next few Saturday nights, that while she still flirted with other men, and even groped a few, she didn’t seem to be paying attention to the man who was groping her at that moment as much as she was watching him for his reactions.
He quickly realized that when his face reflected she was going too far, she would roll her hips as she walked over to where he was, and would sit on him and perform a lap-dance worthy of a professional. Or she would pull him up and insist it was time for him to take her home.
Fridays, Sundays and even Wednesdays were nights for great sex…especially when she was enthusiastic about the food he was enjoying cooking for her. But Saturday night sex was explosive, even approaching violent. Alexandra enjoyed provoking Dmitri to have to assert his right to her, and she made him prove over and over again that he was man enough to be her equal…and to dominate her when she let him.
Which is why he was so perplexed when she told him on a Wednesday night after a few weeks had passed predictably, that she wasn’t going to be able to go with him on Saturday night to the biker bar.
“And why not?” He asked her as they were soaking in her Jacuzzi, enjoying their after-dinner drunken coffees.
“Because every year my Dad’s Country Club has this charity ball thing. He made me a member years ago, because the only way to be admitted is to be sponsored in by an active member of good standing. He wanted me to be a member in my own right, to represent his company there. I don’t golf worth a shit, so I rarely go there unless he insists, and then I only stay as long as I have to, and I duck out as soon as I can.”
“No pool tables there?” Dmitri teased, since she often cleaned up the table, treating anyone she played against to the sight of her bending over the table wearing tiny denim shorts that rode up the crack of her ass. Or if they were facing her, they’d have to deal with the sight of her huge breasts hanging down like some kind of luscious fruit ripe for the plucking, while she’d sink every ball on the table, including the eight ball, and make her opponent pay up. Dmitri had only played her a few times, and even he couldn’t keep his mind on the game when all of the blood in his body kept racing to his groin as his dick asked him, Did you see that? Holy shit, did you see that? Gimme that now!
Alexandra took a sip of her coffee and sighed, “Well, there are tables there, but with the way I have to be dressed when I’m there, I can’t relax and enjoy myself.”
Dmitri chuckled. “I should go with you there. Maybe I could even pay attention to the game long enough to beat you.”
Alexandra stuck out her tongue at him.
“No, I don’t think you’d fit in there. You’re not their kind of person.”
Dmitri’s eyebrows rose. “Oh? What kind of person is that?”
Alexandra shrugged. “You know. The old-money kind of people. The men who look like they were born wearing a business suit. The only time they don’t wear a tie is on the golf course, and their choice of what to wear out there is so hideous you almost want to beg them to put that damned tie back on. They bring women with them who are trophy wives, since they long ago divorced the woman who worked two jobs to help them get their degrees, or to get their business established. That’s how you end up with so many old men with young children, and young wives who are barely older than their kids from their previous marriages.”
“You don’t sound like you approve of these people, so why do you go there?”
“I told you, my Dad is a member. He used to do a lot of business out on the golf course back when drinking was encouraged on so many of the holes they’d have temporary bars set up on many of them. He’s still pissed at me for not taking to golf the way he expected me to. I told him I’ll run the business, and I’ll join him there when required to, but I refuse to put on ugly Bermuda shorts and polo shirts to whack small balls around on over-manicured grass that smells weird from all of the chemicals they dump on it.”
Dmitri asked a question he’d long been wanting to. “Does your Dad have any idea what you do with your weekends?”
Alexandra leaned back and laughed, shaking her head.
“Hell no! He knows I ride my Harley, since he bought me my first one when I was still in college. He has no fucking idea I’m the queen of my gang, or that I even have a gang! I want to keep it that way. I work hard to keep my weekday me and my weekend me separate.”
“That must be difficult for you to do when your worlds overlap, like this Saturday night,” Dmitri observed.
“As long as I don’t drink too much when I’m at the Club, I’m okay. It used to be harder for me when I was younger and didn’t have much control over myself when I was getting tanked. Now I know enough to stick with something I don’t like enough to drink much of it, like white wine. That way I look like everyone else, but I won’t drink so much that I actually tell any of them what I really think of them and their lame-ass Club!”
“So, what happens at this Charity Ball?”
Alexandra took another drink then slid further down under the water and sighed.
“Oh, the usual stuff…nothing interesting. There’s a sil
ent auction to raise money. There’re appetizers and drinks before dinner. Then a meal that’s barely edible…especially compared to what you’ve been spoiling me with lately!”
Dmitri reached forward to clink his coffee mug against hers, and she blew him a kiss.
“Speaking of that, what’s in this drunken coffee that’s so good?”
“The recipe changes based on what I have available. This time there’s Kahlua, Amaretto, and Baileys. I’m glad you like it.”
“I like everything you make for me to eat or drink.”
“What else happens at the charity event after you eat dinner?”
“There’s dancing and more drinking after the meal. I usually cut out as soon after dinner as I can manage.”
“Will you be your Dad’s date?”
She grinned. “Hell no! He’s got his trophy wife for that. I just go stag. Then he spends a lot of time introducing me to any single men he’s met there in the past year, trying to set me up. He has no idea what I’m like, or why all of the guys there are so fucking unsuitable for me.”
Dmitri laughed. “Yeah, you’d probably chew them up and spit them out as used-up husks barely resembling the men they used to be.”
“You got that right! There’s no real men there…not like you.”
Dmitri’s eyes narrowed. “But you won’t take me with you there?”
Alexandra shook her head. “No! You’re not like them….”
Dmitri’s voice held a hint of danger. “You don’t think I could fit in?”
She gave him a sharp look then, when he smiled at her, she convinced herself she was imagining things.
“No, and I’m glad of it. I wouldn’t ever let any of those dickless wimps into my bed. But you? You’re welcome any time you want to be here.”
Dmitri put his mug down on the side of the Jacuzzi and leaned forward to wrap his hands around her breasts, floating on the surface of the water. Both nipples hardened in his palms as he began to knead and fondle the rest of her softness.
“Speaking of being in your bed…” he began in a low growl.
“Yeah, I’m waterlogged enough for now,” Alexandra replied as she stood up, water cascading off of her skin, enjoying his lustful gaze as she grabbed for a towel and put one foot on the side of the Jacuzzi to begin drying her legs off.
Dmitri got up on his knees and moved closer to her, his face at just the right height for him to use his tongue to lap at her folds. He used both of his hands to spread her labia while his thumbs massaged the seams inside the inner lips. He continued to assault her senses, as his teeth lightly grazed her clit, biting it gently, before he went back to lapping at the juices flowing out of her for him.
Suddenly Alexandra stiffened and moaned, as she reached forward to press his head tighter against her swollen mons. As she came, fluids erupted out of her, and Dmitri lapped at all of them.
“Mmmm,” he hummed against her pubic bone. “Come for me, my Sashka.”
When her legs began to shake he stood up and picked her up, impaling her on his cock and stepping out of the tub with her attached to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and crossed her ankles against his ass. He ignored the towels and strode out into the bedroom. When he reached the bed he felt it with his knees first, because his eyes were closed to better enjoy the feeling of having her impaled on his cock while he walked.
Dmitri fell forward and when Alexandra hit the bed, his weight forced him so deeply into her, she grunted with the impact. Then they both began to move and the next few hours were spent in luxuriously fucking in every position they could think of to enjoy each other. When Alexandra fell asleep first, Dmitri held her closely in his arms, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, while he began to plan his next move in Operation: Tame the Red-haired Wildcat.
Chapter Eight
I didn’t think it was possible for this to get even more boring than it’s been, year after fucking year! But it has.
Alexandra stood alone, off to one side in the huge great-room where drinks and appetizers were served before dinner. She shifted from one foot to the other, her feet begging for relief from the spiked heels she wore to accentuate her long legs.
Her dress was conservative by most standards, made from an olive green silk blend with thin spaghetti straps that dug into her shoulders while they strained to hold up her breasts. The dress draped in the front, but no amount of fabric could conceal the cleavage that had always drawn leers from the men and jealous glances from the women, even at society events like this one. Some of her tattoos were covered by the fabric, and the few that showed were colorful butterflies and flowers in colors that complemented her dress. She hated having to dress to please others instead of herself, especially on a weekend night. She sighed with annoyance at nothing in particular and everything in general.
She looked around in dismay at the usual crowd of older men wearing tailored power suits with accessories that screamed out disposable wealth! The women were all wearing expensive jewelry with their revealing gowns designed to show off their salon-tanned and toned bodies.
Hmm, wonder how many hours she spends at the gym getting her arms that thin? Too bad she can’t do anything about her bony ass. And those implants of hers? Honey, these girls are real…yours look like they’re gonna explode any minute. Judging by the amount of silicon that must be in them we’ll all have to run for cover!
To cover up her smile, she took another sip from her glass of Riesling and snuck a quick look at her watch.
I wonder if Dmitri is already at the bar. He told me he wouldn’t miss me too much, since the other females in my gang will be there. I wonder which one of them he’ll go home with. And why should I care? I don’t wanna be tied down to just him…so he’s gotta be free to fuck other women too, right? But if he does, should I make him start using a condom? Or should I figure that as long as it’s one of my friends, she’s clean? But if it’s not someone I know? Then what? And how will I know?
Alexandra was so busy with her thoughts she didn’t hear her Father approaching her from behind. When he cleared his throat she turned and almost swallowed her tongue.
“Alex, I’ve been looking for you all over! I know you don’t like when I introduce you to men not directly in our business, but this man here represents a conglomerate of interests from Russia. They aren’t big in the US market yet, but if they ever get to the point where they need our expertise, it would be nice if we knew we would be in the running at least for an interview. Isn’t that right, Dmitri?”
Dmitri wore a European-styled power suit so tailored to him it had to be hand-made. It flawlessly hugged every part of his body, accentuating his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The trousers had generous pleats in the front for a smoother line, amply covering up what Alexandra knew was under them, making her mouth go dry as she forced herself to not stare. His shoes looked to be hand-tooled Italian leather Oxfords, and his conservative tie was held in place by a tack with a diamond encrusted on it. As he held out his hand to shake hers, Alexandra idly noticed the cuff links on his sleeves had the same diamonds on them as his tie tack. The overall impression she got from looking at him was this was a man born to wealth, who only walked among the plebeians when he had to; otherwise he stayed on Mount Olympus, within his own social group.
She tried to speak, but had no voice. She cleared her throat and tried again, her hand still held in Dmitri’s massive paw as both men waited patiently for her to acknowledge him.
“I’m please to meet you, mister…” she began then turned to her dad, her hand still being held. “What did you say his name was?”
“Dmitri Illyanovich.” Her father smiled at the man. “I did pronounce it right, didn’t I?”
For Dad to be so ingratiating, he’s totally under Dmitri’s spell! Either that, or I’ve been played for a fool in a major way. What the fuck?
Alexandra felt her face begin to hurt as the fake smile she wore caused muscle fatigue. Her eyes searched Dmitri’s face but h
e kept up the act of never having met her before.
“This is your lovely daughter who runs your company, Mister Blackstone? You are indeed a lucky man, to have produced such beauty. Yet for her to be as intelligent as the head of your firm is known to be, must be a source of inordinate pride for you.”
Dmitri bent his head down to kiss the back of her hand. “I’m honored to meet you, Miss Blackstone. I hope that in the future I can become important enough to merit some of your attention.”
Feeling her father’s eyes on her, she bit back her sarcastic responses and replied in a tone she hoped was neutral. “I hope so also. Father so rarely introduces me to men who can present me with an interesting challenge…” she hesitated a split second before continuing, “…in the workplace.”
While they stared at each other, Alexandra’s father glanced across the room to announce, “Ah, I see my wife is signaling to me from the entrance to the dining room. Would you consider joining us at our table, Mister Illyanovich?”
Without taking his eyes away from the stare-down with Alexandra, Dmitri replied smoothly, “If there is room at your table for one more diner, I’d be honored to join you tonight.”
He turned to smile at the senior Blackstone. “And please, call me Dmitri.”
“Excellent! And you can call me Thomas. I’ll tell my wife we need to save two seats. Come join us when you’re ready.”
Dmitri watched as Thomas strode across the room back to his wife and bent low to talk directly into her ear. She glanced across the room at them and nodded before they walked with her hand on his arm, into the dining room.