by Tia Siren
''As soon as I have put your extensive baggage into your bunk.''
An hour later, Octavia was standing at the bow of the boat as they set off. It was a beautiful day without much wind. Octavia hadn't done much sailing in her life, and she was slightly apprehensive about being sea sick. She'd put on a pair of white shorts and pink blouse. Her hair was tied in a pony tail and she'd added just the miniMum amount of makeup. As Slava looked down at her from the bridge, he felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was a fluttering feeling that burnt right to his core.
When they left the harbor, the yacht began to sway gently. Octavia was perfectly at ease, and she sat down, tossed her head back and looked at the summer sky. Her thoughts began to wander to Slava. She liked him more than any man she had ever dated, she thought. He was handsome and charming, and she was convinced she was about to find out how good a lover he was. She knew her parents wouldn't approve if anything came of their relationship. They wanted her to marry an all-American boy, and preferably one with a political career ahead of him.
''Hey, come up here and keep me company,'' Slava shouted when he saw Octavia lay down. ''You don't think I'm going to stay here and drive all the time without having the benefit of your company, do you?''
She laughed and got up. She walked up the narrow staircase and onto the bridge. There were hundreds of dials, and a few screens on a huge dashboard in front of Slava, but she didn't know the faintest thing about how any of them worked. Slava was sitting in a Captain's chair. In front of him was a wheel and what seemed to be a lever that made the boat go faster or slower.
''Come here,'' he said as he jumped out of the chair. ''Sit here and take over.''
''I can't possibly do that,'' she complained.
''Nonsense, you can drive a car can't you?''
''Yes but....''
''Well this is the same, just a bit slower. Octavia sat in the chair and held onto the wheel.
''Now push that lever forward gently,'' he said. She complied, and the boats engines began to roar. As their speed increased, he looked at her. ''Shall we throw your body guard?''
''If we do they'll only send someone to get me and the trip will be over. Do you know they're a real pain? Do you remember what you said to me, that evening in the Embassy?''
''About people's problems?''
''Yes.''
''Well I've thought about it, and you are right. I feel trapped. I hate what I'm doing, and I hate being watched all the time, especially by a media that doesn't understand that when they print bad things about me, it hurts.''
''I understand,'' he said, as he watched her face become sorrowful.
''I never wanted to go to Harvard, and now I'm there, I actually hate it more than I thought possible. Most of all, I hate what I'm studying,'' Slava put his hand on hers in a show of solidarity. Much of what she was saying applied equally to him. ''I've spent hundreds of evenings sitting in front of my books wishing they would go away,'' she continued. ''I have zero interest in the law, and even less interest in the type of people I'm studying with. Most of them are pretentious and shallow,'' Slava thought he saw a small tear in the corner of her eye. ''My parents are control freaks who think I should only marry a politician. I really don't think I can stand many more years in Washington. It's such a shallow existence.''
''Octavia,'' he said, as she quickly gathered the tear she thought he hadn't seen. ''I really like you. You know that don't you? I don't just want to be friends with you. I want more.''
She looked at him and ran her palm over his cheek. ''And I like you very much too and I have no intention of just being friends. You are far too handsome for that.''
Slava put his hand onto hers and pulled the lever she was holding back until it would go no further. The boat slowed, and eventually the engines cut. All they could hear was the water lapping under the boat and the odd seagull. ''What did you do that for? We're just drifting now,'' she said.
''Then let's do something about it. Pull that lever there,'' he said pointing to a long lever against the wall, to the side of the Captain's chair. Octavia leaned across and pulled it. There was a loud sound at the bow and stern of the boat and Octavia realized that she had just lowered the anchor. ''There, we won't move far now. We're about three miles off the coast and perfectly placed to pull into to Gladesville harbor for the night.''
''Why have we stopped?'' she asked.
Slava didn't speak. He leaned to her and kissed her. When Octavia stood up, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She put her hands around his neck and held onto him. ''Oh, I've wanted you to do that since the moment I saw you,'' she said, when their kiss finished.
''Me too. I have just kissed the daughter of the President of the United States, and she tastes wonderful,'' he said as he threw his arms up in the air like a soccer player who had just shot the winning goal in the World Cup. ''Come with me,'' he added. He took her hand and led her down some steps to the lounge. It had a gold ceiling and a floor made of beautifully polished wood. There were gold colored sofas down both sides, and high windows, through which it's occupants had a superb view of the ocean. He went down another flight of stairs and through a narrow door. It was the master bedroom, and even Octavia, a woman accustomed to luxurious surroundings, gasped.
The bed stood in the middle of the room, and it was round. Above the bed, there was a glass roof that looked up to the sky. The room was mostly blue. It had a blue carpet, blue pillows and a blue counterpane. On the walls, there were murals of dolphins and whales that were punctuated by small portholes.
Slava pushed Octavia onto the bed, and as she lay down, he straddled her midriff. When she looked up at him, she saw a look of extreme concentration as he put his hands to the buttons on her blouse. When he'd opened two buttons, he leaned down to her and whispered. ''I've been watching you. No, in fact, I'd call it stalking you.''
''What do you mean?''
''I have countless magazines at home. Not because I like the magazines, but because they contain pictures of you.''
''Why on earth would you do that?''
''Two reasons. First, I think you are the most gorgeous woman alive, and I can't get enough of looking at you,'' he said. He returned to unbuttoning her blouse.
''You forgot the second point,'' she reminded him.
''Despite all the material on the internet that a man could use to satisfy his urges, I am proud to say that I had no use for the internet whatsoever.''
''Do you mean you used my photo's to masturbate?'' Octavia said, not knowing quite what to think.
''Plainly put, but correct,'' he said.
''I'm not sure if I should be flattered or shocked.''
''Dear Octavia, I am certain it is only modesty that prevents you from thinking about images of yourself, but I can tell you that in the world, there will be thousands of men who look at your picture everyday while pleasuring themselves.''
A strange image flashed across her mind. ''But you are the only one who will ever have me in real life.'' She reached up and pulled him down to kiss her. Her tongue tasted sweet as it found his. Her lips were soft. As they kissed, Octavia ran her hands up and down his back, feeling how strong his muscles were. He pulled away and put his hands on her blouse again. He popped the remaining buttons open and watched as her blouse fell open. He'd been right in his appraisal of her photos; she did have a large bust. He put his hands on her bra and felt how full her breasts were, and how her erect nipples stuck into the material. He sat on her and looked down as he undid his shirt. When it landed on the floor, Octavia sat up and was on him with her mouth. She kissed each nipple gently as she smelled his intoicating scent. Her hands rubbed over his solid chest and down over his six pack. When she reached the bottom of his stomach, she pushed her hand inside his pants and felt for him. She found his warm shaft and felt how hard it was.'' That must be painful all squashed up like that,'' she said as her hands reached for his belt. She undid it so expertly that Slava wondered how many times she had done it before. In no time, h
is zipper was open, and her hand was on him again. She pushed his shorts down a little and pulled his penis out. As she looked down, she could see a tiny drop of pre-come glistening back at her. She caught it on her index finger, looked him in the eyes as she opened her mouth and tasted it.
It was a gesture that drove him wild. Before he pushed her back down, onto her back, he unfastened her bra and took if off. When she lay back, his tongue found a nipple and licked over it. Her nipples were hard and sticking out in a most seductive way. Slava liked women with big nipples and big breasts and he had been rewarded. He rocked back and looked down at the two mounds that seemed to be inviting him to play with them. He put a hand on each and rubbed his thumbs over the hard buds at their center. Octavia groaned as his caresses shot wave after wave down to her damp center.
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.''