Mated to Two Beasts

by T. S. Ryder

  Then his hands grabbed her waist again and he pulled her closer to his body. This time there was no alcohol to cloud her brain, they were both thinking straight, and this time Sylvia could enjoy every sensation. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, a throbbing dick against her thigh.

  This kiss was less hungry, it was gentle and soft and it lasted longer. But they were both out of breath when she pulled away.

  “I’m not drunk Fedor, I want this,” she said, holding his arms as he looked back at her, directly into her eyes. He didn’t say anything.

  So she unclipped her bikini top and it fell away, revealing her breasts. His gaze dropped to her swinging breasts, and he couldn’t control himself any longer.

  He pulled her to him by the waist and bent his head so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, and she felt the sensation of his beard on her skin. It grazed against her breast as she held on to his arm, bending her body backward. She moaned.

  His hand found its way to the wetness between her legs and he parted her thighs.

  He kept sucking.

  She reached for his dick and felt it through the fabric of his pants. She could feel it in her hands as it grew. She unzipped his fly and he helped her by unbuckling his belt. His pants fell to the ground.

  Sylvia was out of breath. She was moaning loudly, while he switched to her other breast. He licked and sucked and then sucked again. He made a lapping sound with his mouth as he did it, turning her on beyond her control.

  She could feel a stinging, yearning sensation between her legs. A sensation she had never actually felt for a man before. She reached for his dick again, and now it was in her hands.

  She was surprised by its size, by how big it was, and she shuddered with excitement at the thought of it being inside her. The first one. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t tell him now that he’d be taking her virginity any moment.

  She heard him grunt when he let go of her breasts.

  “Sylvia, what are you doing to me?” he said, whispered rather, as he looked at her face again. She bit down on her lip in response. She felt like clay being molded in his hands, and then he whipped her around.

  “On your knees,” he said and she did what she was told. She got down on her knees, in front of him as he stood over her, and she could feel her hands sinking into the sand.

  Chapter Ten - Fedor

  His body wasn’t in his control anymore. Sylvia was on her knees in front of him as he towered over her. She looked small and slender, with her face turned up towards him.

  Fedor was panting, naked from the waist down. He started unbuttoning his shirt, he wanted her to see him for who he was. He slipped off his shirt and saw the look in her eyes change when she saw his naked torso. His chest was covered in tattoos he had gotten in prison. They were mostly in black, some colored and they covered his torso entirely, and all his back. Thirty-six in all, all tattooed on separate occasions, all in prison.

  Her eyes took them in, she looked surprised and for a moment even scared as he looked down at her, waiting for her to change her mind. It was a reminder of who was going to fuck her. He was a mob boss, he had spent several years in prison. He was Russian. If she had forgotten, this was a reminder.

  Sylvia looked beautiful naked. Her breasts swung gently as she remained on her knees. And then she suddenly bit down on her lip again, and to his surprise parted her legs, prodding her ass up in the air, inviting him in.

  “Fuck me, Fedor,” she said softly and turned her face forward and closed her eyes.

  He lowered himself on his knees behind her, holding his dick in his hands. She was gorgeous, she was begging him, and she had her legs open for him. How could he walk away from this? How could he walk away from this woman who was driving him crazy? He had to have her.

  He grabbed her butt and pushed himself in, enjoying the warmth and wetness. He slid in and she screamed.

  “Harder. Is that the best you can do?” Sylvia screamed, unconcerned by who could hear her. Fedor thrust himself into her again, this time with more force so that her whole body moved.

  He heard her laughing. “That’s it?” She laughed again, and he could feel himself losing all self-control. He thrust again, this time grabbing her hair with his fist and jerking her head back towards him. Her back arched as she remained stuck to him and he thrust again. And again. Harder and quicker till she couldn’t laugh any longer. She was moaning now, screaming and calling out his name.

  She grabbed her breasts as he held on to her body, ramming into her with his rock hard dick. She was pinching her nipples and Fedor smiled. Sylvia was delicious, she was full of surprises and she had an unimaginable effect on his body.

  “More. Give me more Fedor. Harder!” she kept screaming. She was small and supple and he slid in and out of her, with an increased force. He was panting again, aware that he was going to come quite easily. Sex had never been this explosive before.

  “Oh my God!” she cried suddenly and he realized that she was going to come before him. Her body shuddered and he released her hair, grabbing her waist instead and pounding into her with all his force. She shook and screamed as she came against him, he could feel her wetness and her juices stream out against his dick.

  And then he exploded too. She was too sweet, too beautiful and her body was irresistible. He came inside her with a force he was unaware he even had inside him. His head jerked back, his eyes reeled inside his head and he groaned loudly. They were orgasming together.

  She straightened her back so that his chest was pressed against her. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts tightly and they both shook together, in each other's arms.

  Then the shudders began to die down. A flood of sensations came gushing into his brain. Sylvia’s breath, her scent, her hair, her breasts… they were all in his hands.

  Fedor pulled himself out of her and stumbled back on the sand. She turned, still on her knees to look at him.

  “No!” she cried as she watched him collecting his clothes.

  Fedor was running away from her, he could hear her voice but couldn’t hear what she was saying. He was running, trying to get back into his clothes at the same time.

  He had never been afraid before. Of anybody, of any of the hundreds of people who wanted to kill him, who tried to kill him. Why was he so afraid of a girl?

  It wasn’t about Will anymore. Fedor wasn’t feeling guilty about breaking a code any longer, or at least that guilt was overpowered by a new emotion now. He was afraid of Sylvia Stern. Afraid of how she had made him feel.

  That orgasm was euphoric. The feelings that had pushed him to fuck her were complicated. He couldn’t understand himself anymore. Women had meant nothing to him before, just vessels for pleasure in his twenties, a quick weekend fuck in his thirties and now in his late forties, they meant nothing more than beautiful showpieces to him. He wasn’t even interested in sex that much anymore, or at least he had thought, till he met Sylvia.

  And now suddenly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. All he could do was think about her.

  Fedor ran back to the villa, through the gates, past Pyotr who stared at him in shock. He had managed to dress, but untidily and he ran through the house till he reached his study.

  “Boss?!” he heard Pyotr say, as he rapped on the study door.

  Fedor stood over his desk, panting, running his hands through his graying thick dark hair. He was sensing trouble. He had done something that he couldn’t take back. He had fucked Sylvia Stern and had never felt this good before.

  Chapter Eleven - Sylvia

  When she got back to the house, there wasn’t a single human soul in sight. It was past midday, and she had spent a few hours by herself on the beach, trying to hold back tears that had threatened to appear.

  This was what she had wanted! She wanted to seduce Fedor Volkov, fuck him so that she could tell her father and make him mad for sending her here. So what did it matter if he ran away from he
r? She had accomplished her mission.

  He was nowhere in sight, and neither was Pyotr. Sylvia dejectedly climbed up the stairs to her room. She showered and changed into a flowing summery dress in cream with orange flowers. She looked at herself in the mirror as she did her hair. Her curls were thick and tight and she bunched them up, away from her face and clipped them to the back of her head.

  She touched her neck where he had touched her, there was a burning sensation still on her breasts, around her nipples where his beard had grazed her skin.

  She could still feel him inside her. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She had orgasmed for the first time in her life. How had he done it? How had he made her come so quickly? It was like a drug. She wanted more of him. But he didn’t seem to want her.

  It wasn’t a surprise. Fedor Volkov was a proud man. He also seemed like the kind of man who upheld codes and moral conduct. She knew it must have made him feel guilty, that he had fucked his friend’s daughter.

  There was a knock on the door, and then Pyotr’s thick Russian accent floated through.

  “Lunch is served in dining room, Miss,” he said and then she heard his retreating footsteps.

  Pyotr’s accent reminded Sylvia of the tattoos on Fedor’s body. Till she saw his naked torso she could forget who he was. But now she knew for sure that he had served time in prison. That he was a criminal. No matter how soft-spoken and a gentle giant he might seem to be, it was all an act. Inside, he was a cold-hearted killer and a criminal like all her father’s friends.

  Sylvia clenched her jaw as she looked at her own reflection. Her body was still reeling. She wanted to hate him so badly, but she couldn’t. She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop thinking that there was more to Fedor than met the eye.

  She was starving. So she left the room and walked towards the dining room.

  What she wasn’t expecting was Fedor to be standing at the head of the table, behind the chair. The food was laid out, for one, just for her. Beautiful luxurious food that she wasn’t interested in eating anymore.

  All she was concerned about was him. Fedor seemed to have showered too. His dark hair was damp and neatly combed to the side, his beard was freshly brushed and neat as well. He was in a fresh green shirt and dark tailored slacks and he stood with his hands clutching the back of the chair.

  “Fedor.” His name escaped her lips when she came into the room. His eyes were a glassy blue and his pink lips were set in a grim straight line.

  “Sit down, Sylvia,” he said, and she felt the goosebumps appear on her skin. Just his voice was enough. She wanted him again, but she was also suddenly afraid of him.

  “Will you be joining me for lunch?” she asked, walking towards the chair that had been reserved for her. Fedor turned his eyes on her, and in the same flat gruff tone, he repeated himself.

  “Sit down.”

  She sat down, and turned to him in silence, looking at him with hopeful eyes again. She didn’t want him to apologize for what had just happened. She wanted him to tell her that he wanted her again, that she was irresistible to him. She felt like she could cry out of desperation for him.

  “You have to leave,” he said and she gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. She had been expecting something else, anything else but this. The thought that he might send her away had never crossed her mind.

  “I can’t leave,” she cried. Tears had pooled around her eyes. She had tried so desperately to believe that Fedor wasn’t the cold-hearted man she knew he was.

  He shook his head in silence, his eyes narrowed and now he wasn’t shying away from looking at her.

  “I’m sorry but you have to leave. You can’t stay here. Not after all this,” he said, still standing. Sylvia breathed in deeply and bit down on her lip. She had to try with all her might not to cry. She thought she could fix this. That it had all started off as a mistake but she could make amends. Their time together had been short but she had felt the connection, she had felt it in her bones. It was unmistakable. It didn’t make sense but it was there. And she thought that he had felt it too.

  “You said it yourself, that I need to stay here for my own safety,” Sylvia said, clutching her fingers together in her lap. She knew that if she kept chewing her lip she would draw blood very soon, but she couldn’t stop. It was all she could do to stop herself from breaking into tears at the dining table.

  “You need to stay out of harm’s way. Out of New York, but there are lots of other places you can be just as safe,” Fedor said, now breathing deeply. He looked angry more than anything else, and it seemed like he was directing all his anger towards her.

  Chapter Twelve - Fedor

  She looked so beautiful and so dignified as she sat there at the table. It was becoming humanly impossible for him to just stand there and send her away.

  Sylvia was in a simple floral dress, with her hair clipped to the back so that some curls escaped and fell delicately on her shoulders. She looked slender and graceful, but her nostrils flared. Sylvia was definitely angry.

  But there was nothing else Fedor could do. He had to send her away, for her own well-being. The longer she stayed here with him, the more difficult it would be to keep away from each other. And he couldn’t do it again, not to Will’s daughter, not to a woman who was capable of ruining all his plans. He had been satisfied, if not happy, at least satisfied in his life till she suddenly showed up.

  “So where are you sending me?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts about how beautiful she looked. Fedor licked his lips.

  “I’ve made arrangements. To my friend Petrov. I trust him, and your father knows him too. He’ll take you in for a few weeks,” Fedor said and crossed his arms across his chest. He watched as her wide brown eyes followed his every movement. He wanted so desperately to just grab her by the shoulders, hold her close to him. But she was brave, she was strong. She wasn’t going to break so easily.

  “And where does he live?” she asked.

  “Florida. Very far away from New York,” he replied and Sylvia slowly stood up from the chair.

  “You should eat something,” he said, trying to keep his voice neutral, but he was actually desperate to hold her. He wanted to do everything he could to keep her in the room, to continue talking to her. Sylvia smiled, a wide sarcastic smile.

  “I don’t want to eat at the house of a man who doesn’t want me around. I know when I’m not wanted somewhere,” she said, smoothening the skirt of her dress. She looked down at her dress as she did it and Fedor took the time to take in his fill of her, of how beautiful she looked, to burn that image of her in his head.

  “Sylvia I wouldn’t ever do something to put you in harm’s way. You’ll be safe in Florida,” he said, as quietly and reassuringly as possible. How was he supposed to explain to her that he was sending her away so that he could behave himself? She didn’t deserve him. She deserved better. A normal life with a normal decent man. She was too young to understand what a life with him, a relationship with him could mean.

  “I’m just a plaything in all your hands. First in my father’s and then in my captor’s. Now I’m being passed on to another man who will only imprison me, just like you all have. All my life.” Rage and contempt were dripping from Sylvia’s voice as she hurled the words at him. They pinched Fedor.

  “I’m sorry if you felt like a captive in my house,” he said and she remained quiet. Her breasts heaved with every deep breath she took in and let out. She was trying to keep her rage in check, she was trying to be well behaved. Her breasts were hidden by the fabric of her dress, but Fedor had no trouble imagining them again. He knew what they looked like, how they tasted. He could still feel her nipples inside his mouth, how sweet they tasted, how beautiful her skin smelt. How tight and warm she was, how quickly he had come inside her. She was like no woman he had ever met before, he was falling hard for her and she needed to leave now.

  “I’ll do my bidding, Sir,” Sylvia said sarcastically. “When do you want me to leave?” Fedor clenc
hed his jaw. She was making this more difficult than it had to be.

  “In two hours. Pyotr is going with you, he will drop you off at Petrov’s home personally,” Fedor said and Sylvia turned to walk towards the door.

  “I should go and pack then. Bye Fedor Volkov, it was nice meeting you,” she said when she turned to look at him at the door.

  And then she was gone. He could hear her footsteps on the marble floor again, and with every step she took away from him, Fedor could hear his own heart breaking.

  Sylvia Stern had stormed into his life. She fought him, resisted him, seduced him and charmed him and all of a sudden all he wanted to do was tell her everything. This girl, this young girl… he could never have imagined.

  Fedor picked up a bowl of cold soup from the table and flung it to the wall behind him, growling in rage.

  He heard Pyotr’s footsteps running to the door.

  “Go the fuck away. Get out of here!” he screamed in Russian before Pyotr could open the door.

  “Boss?” Pyotr said from the other side of the door, Fedor was panting. He was angry with everything, and most of all with himself.

  “Just get her out of here. Out of my sight,” he screamed and smashed a glass on the floor next. He heard Pyotr’s retreating footsteps and finally began to calm down.

  He needed whiskey, he needed more whiskey.

  “Where is my fucking drink?” he thundered, not entirely sure if anybody had heard his command or not. He didn’t care, he just wanted to scream and yell and punch things.

  Sylvia Stern was going away. He was sending her away. If luck would have it, he would never see her again. This is what was the right thing to do, for her sake. For the first time in his life, he was doing something that wasn’t selfish and he was doing it for her, because he knew that one more day with her and he would be so pathetically in love that he would never be able to turn this thing around.