by Bella King
I’m mentally preparing myself for it, but that won’t take away the novelty of having sex with him. It will be my first time with anyone, and I can’t stop myself from being nervous about it. I’ll just have to suck it up and enjoy the ride. I’m sure that Viktor will go easy on me the first time.
He’s a charming man, and he has surprised me so far with how understanding and gentle he can be at times. Sure, if I start asking questions about his past, he’ll bark orders to silence me, but as long as I stay off the subject of his work or his past life, he’s the perfect gentleman.
Considering how nice these past few days have been, I’ve almost given up on figuring out the truth about Viktor. It’s tempting to slip into a convenient version of reality that makes me more comfortable, but it’s not real. Ultimately, I don’t feel comfortable living a pretty lie. I must seek the truth.
At this time, though, the truth will have to wait. I have no leads, and Viktor hasn’t let me out of his sight to start snooping. I believe he knows that I will and doesn’t want me to be alone until he thinks he can trust me. That might be a very long time, and I believe he’ll break before I do. After all, he’s the one with work obligations. He can’t hang out with me all day for the rest of his life.
Currently, he’s on the couch, watching some strange TV show in Russian while I slather myself with aloe gel to soothe my sunburned skin. It’s not a serious burn, but I don’t like to leave any sunburn untreated.
I was out all day in the sun with Viktor, but apparently, he doesn’t burn. A can see a slight pinkness on his straight nose, but nothing more than that. I’m envious, since I love to lay in the tiny yellow flowers outside, soaking up as much sun as I can. I’m convinced I might be solar powered.
“How’s your skin?” Viktor asks as I squirt another generous dollop of aloe gel into my palm.
“Just a little warm,” I answer, rubbing my hands together.
“Maybe we should get you some sunscreen,” he says.
“No,” I blurt. “I don’t like it.”
“Cora,” he replies, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re silly. Do you want to damage your skin?”
“No, but I could just spend less time in the sun.”
Viktor laughs. “I can’t imagine you spending any less time in the sun than you do now. If anything, you’ll probably spend more time out once I leave.”
“Leave?” I ask, perking up.
Viktor nods. “I have to take care of some business. It’s political stuff.”
I don’t question the work that he’s doing. I’m more focused on the fact that he’ll be away for some time, and I can finally search the house for clues about what kind of man Viktor really is. It will be a shame to ruin a budding romance between us, but this will be my final chance to expose him before the wedding. After that, there’s not a lot that I can do.
I slap my hands down a bit too hard on my left shin, causing it to sting as the cold aloe soaks into my salmon-tinted skin. My eyes water as I rub the aloe in.
“When do you have to leave?” I ask, trying to frame the question in a way that makes him feel like I don’t want him to go. Honestly, I have mixed feelings about it. I do enjoy his company.
“Tomorrow,” he answers, much to my surprise.
“Really? Is it that important?” I ask, looking up at him.
Viktor rubs his chin, nodding. “It’s pressing enough to take me away from you, regretfully.”
“When are you going to be back?” I ask, picking up the bottle of aloe again.
“Thursday,” he answers.
That’s three days from now. I’m surprised that he’s going to be gone for that long. It must really be important for him to leave me alone for this long when he doesn’t fully trust me. It’s too bad that he won’t get into the specifics of it, though. I just wonder if this is going to be a regular thing.
“Could I go with you?” I ask, more to test him than to express any real desire to join him. I’d rather stay home unless he plans to fly out to somewhere exotic.
“No,” Viktor replies. “I’d like you to make yourself comfortable at home until I return. Dimitri can take you to the park or something if you ask him nicely.”
That’s way more freedom than I assumed I would get here. I’m pleasantly surprised by the way Viktor is treating me. My father was sorely paranoid that someone would kidnap me the second I stepped foot off the estate. He didn’t even like me walking around in the lawn without a bodyguard hovering over me with every step I took.
“Aren’t you worried about me getting snatched up by someone?” I ask, rolling a lock of blonde hair around my finger and tilting my head to the side.
“I have guards everywhere, darling. No harm will ever come to you,” he says confidently.
His words make me feel comfortable. It’s not just the things that he says, but also the way that he says them that gives me a sense of peace and safety. I’m quite fond of the power and strength that Viktor imposes against any threats to my wellbeing.
“I’ll miss you,” I say, standing up with the half-used bottle of aloe gel. I mean the words that I say. They’re not just to lure him into a false sense of security. I really will miss him. He’s just about the only friend I’ve ever had.
Viktor stands up with me, coming toward me with an elegant stride, his lips pushed out slightly, and his eyes narrowed. There is a subtle smile on his face, but just barely, like the Mona Lisa. Viktor is a work of art, after all.
“I’ll miss you too, Cora,” he says once he stops in front of me.
Our eyes meet, and the hairs on my arms stand up at what I see in his gaze. It freezes me in place as he raises a hand to my flushed cheek. Viktor’s hand hovers just above my skin for a moment before pressing lightly against it. His hands feel cool to the touch, but that’s only because of how warm I am.
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom,” he says, his voice silky with intent.
I bite my lip, unable to look away from the seductive swirl of lust in his eyes. I didn’t see this coming, but now that it’s here, it’s all I can see. I’m blind to the rest of the world. Viktor has a way of captivating me in such an all-encompassing way.
“What are we going to do in the bedroom?” I ask as though the answer isn’t obvious.
Viktor raises one of his dark eyebrows. “I think it’s about time we consummate this marriage.”
“But we’re not married,” I say as Viktor’s hand moves down from my face to my shoulder, then to my waist.
“Quite frankly, Cora, I don’t think I can wait that long,” he says, his voice a throaty and urgent whisper.
Every cell in my body is on high alert as he pulls me close to him by my waist, pressing his body against mine like he did last night. His body radiates heat into mine, feeding me with his sexual energy. I find myself growing horny as he holds me in this position, as though he’s transferring his vitality to me through close contact.
“You wanted to see the world, Cora,” Viktor says, tilting his head down to mine. “I’m going to show it to you.”
His mouth is barely an inch from mine now, open and tempting me to make the connection. I don’t know what to do, other than to stay perfectly still. Any movement will initiate contact, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it. I’m just a shy young woman trying to figure out how to navigate new waters.
Viktor won’t accept my shyness this time, however. The shower privacy was enough for him. He moves forward, lips opening more as they come down on mine. He leans into my soul with this kiss, drinking from the fountain of love.
I feel a shockwave roll through my body as our lips make contact. It starts from the front of my lips, tingling through the rest of my lips, and spreads through my face. Once there, the awesome feeling rushes through my head and flows like liquid through the rest of my body, dripping into my toes and making them curl.
I sink deeper into the kiss, tasting Viktor’s mouth as his hands begin to move over me. He’s gentle with his touch, which I ap
preciate since I have a light sunburn, but not so gentle that he seems passive. The urgency is still very much there.
Viktor’s lips are surprisingly soft. I always imagined men to have dry, thin lips, but I was dead wrong. Viktor’s a plush and soft, probably even more so than mine are. I would be envious if I didn’t have him all to myself to enjoy. I can’t really enjoy my own lips, now can I?
A tongue slips between my lips, moving across my bottom row of teeth and tangling with my tongue. We taste each other, enjoying the harmonious nature of our kiss as we grow more heated. I’m burning up inside, and it’s not just from all the sun I got. My heart is pumping hot blood through my veins in anticipation of what is to come. My groin seems to be getting the most of it.
I feel Viktor’s familiar stiffness in his pants growing against my inner thigh. I love the way it feels against my ass at night, and now that it’s pressed in the front, my pussy is getting wet from the sensation. I shift my hips to dip his cock between my legs, rubbing it against my pussy.
We’re separated by thin fabrics, but the devil inside of me tells me to get naked and let our skin touch. The fire as been lit by Viktor, but it is me now who is throwing fuel into the wicked flames. They burn hot and sour against my body, urging me to sweeten the pot and go all-in.
Viktor’s lips part from mine, as he tilts his head back up. “Take off your clothes, Cora,” he says in a husky growl.
Chapter Eighteen
Cora
I obey Viktor immediately, drawn in by everything my body longs for that he possesses. I pull down the thin straps of my sundress and let it fall to my feet. It crumples in a delicate pile on the pale oak floor of the lounge, the fabric still warm from the heat of my body.
I step back from it, my eyes fixed on Viktor as I slowly place my thumbs underneath the thin white band of my cotton panties. My breasts hang and swing in front of Viktor’s eyes like ripe fruit at the end of a pendulum, begging him to have a taste.
His eyes are all over me, darting across my body as I reveal more of it to him. My gaze remains focused as my panties drop to my feet. I step out of them too, putting more distance between Viktor and me.
“Delicious,” Viktor mumbles as he looks me over.
“Your turn,” I say, letting the words float from my tongue like cherry blossoms fluttering down from a tree in the springtime.
Viktor smirks, going from his belt buckle first. He unlatches the heavy steel buckle, whipping it out of the thin loops in his slacks and tossing it on top of my sundress. His cock is already sticking up from his underwear like an elongated door handle. I bet that it would feel divine in my small hand.
I take a sharp breath in, holding it as Viktor pulls his underwear down, his cock springing out into the air. The energy in the room changes as he stands in only a white t-shirt, his cock stiff as a board, pointing slightly upward with a beautiful curve.
My heart flutters wildly in my chest as I observe his magnificent manhood. I’ve seen it before, but not like this. It stands at full attention, and it’s all because of me. I feel flattered and a bit powerful as I realize that his body reacts this way to me. He’s very hard, with every vein pumping hot blood to strengthen his erection.
Viktor pauses, letting me get a good look. He’s showing off his penis to me, and I’m soaking it all in as though I’d never get to see it again. At that moment, I know that I’m addicted to him. I haven’t even let him get inside of me, and I want to ride his shaft all night long.
Viktor shifts his weight to the other foot and pulls his shirt over his head to display the rest of his perfect body. I forget about all my fears and shyness as I stand in front of him now. The only thing on my mind is climbing into his bed so that he can mount me and pump his seed deep inside of me.
God, when did I get this dirty? It must be instinct because I certainly didn’t learn it from being locked away from the world my whole life.
Like a woman possessed, I turn around, showing Viktor my untanned ass, and saunter toward the bedroom. I walk with an extra swing to my hips, intending on making that enormous cock as hard as I can before he penetrates me. I don’t know if I can handle it, but I’ve thrown caution to the wind, running on pure, unfiltered instinct.
I hear the heavy footsteps of Viktor following close behind me as I walk into the bedroom. I’m almost to the bed when he grabs me from behind, holding my arms to my sides and aggressively bending me over. He moves me forward to the bed, then presses me down further.
I make a small squeak as my head bounces against the soft mattress. My heart is beating so fast that I can’t even think. Now isn’t the time to ponder what I’m doing. Now is the time to feel, and I’m about to feel a whole lot.
“Spread your legs,” Viktor demands, keeping me down against the mattress with one hand as the other moves down my back to my ass.
I do as I’m told like I imagine a happy wife should. Maybe we’re not married yet, but it’s the spirit that counts. I want Viktor to take control and do what I’m too shy to ask him to do. I want him to pound me from the back and take me to a different world with him.
Viktor places his hand on my pussy from behind as I give him access to it, his fingers slipping easily between the soft lips of my labia and into the sticky nectar he helped to create. His fingers wiggle in my wetness, feeling how perfectly wet I am for him before moving to my clitoris.
I moan as Viktor begins to rub my clit, pressing my face deeper into the black sheets. I feel all the blood rushing between my legs, and my pussy is producing so much juice that I’m almost embarrassed. I can’t be embarrassed, though, because I’m in such a state of pleasure that all thoughts have been wiped from my head completely.
“You’re so wet. You wanted this from the beginning, you filthy woman,” Viktor says, his voice hoarse.
I have no opportunity to plead my case because the only sound that can leave my lips is another long moan. His fingers are playing with my clit like I’ve never even been able to, petting it in just the right way to send instant surges of pleasure through my body. They’re like mini-orgasms, one after another.
I feel Viktor’s firm cock prod my ass cheek as he leans in, sinking his fingers into my pussy. I cry out in delight as he hits a sweet spot inside of me, pushing me into a full-blown orgasm in his hand. I didn’t think this would happen, but he pushed me so quickly to it that I couldn’t hold back.
Viktor chuckles as I squirm and gush my juices into his hand, arching my back and sticking my rear end out to him as orgasmic pleasure rolls through me like a storm. This man has opened up the flood gates, and there’s no going back now.
I dig my fingers into the sheets, clutching them so tight that I leave permanent wrinkles in the fine fabric. Viktor keeps me in place as I experience the universe in a brief moment before shuddering back down to earth.
“Holy shit,” I breathe into the bed.
Viktor lets out another chuckle. “You have a hair-trigger. I thought this was going to give me more pleasure than you, but clearly, I was wrong.”
The pressure on my back eases, and I’m able to lift my head again. I toss my frazzled hair back and look at Viktor with a goofy grin. “Your turn.”
He grins back at me, grabbing his thick cock in one hand and guiding it over my drenched pussy. The head of his cock meets my entrance, and he paints his precum across it. I moan and brace myself for his entry, fantasizing about all the good things that will come once he’s balls deep in my pussy, stretching me to my absolute limit.
“This is mine,” Viktor declares with his ridiculously sexy Russian accent, and he plunges into me.
Chapter Nineteen
Viktor
I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than Cora realizes. Ever since I saw pictures of her beautiful suntanned skin, those wide and innocent blue eyes, and her gorgeous bright smile, I knew that I had to have her. Fuck power. This is so much better, but thank god I get to have both.
Cora has presented her pussy for me to enjo
y, and I’m going to take as much time as I can, moving inside of her divine body before bursting all that I have inside of her. It might get her pregnant, and it might not, but I’d rather her have my baby sooner rather than later. It will seal the deal between us forever.
Cora doesn’t care what I do at this point, so long as I give myself to her. She’s a vixen, a coquette turned insatiable whore, and I’ll give her exactly what she needs to satisfy her lust. I won’t stop until she falls asleep from exhaustion in my arms, shivering from the residual pleasure that still flows through her perfect body.
I push deep into her softness, feeling how tight she is on my throbbing cock. I’m so hard that my penis aches, but I try to be slow. I try to take my time so that I can enjoy Cora for longer. Her round ass bounces against my pelvis as I move, and her precious moans drive me wild.
I speed up, grabbing her waist to hold her as I begin to fuck her from the back. Her moans evolve into cries of pleasure, soon loud enough to be heard from outside of the house. She’s a screamer, alright, and that’s just how I like it.
I look down as the tightness increases around my cock, and I’m surprised to see that she’s having another orgasm. Jesus, how long has it been since this woman has touched herself. She can cum within ten seconds of any type of sexual contact.
I slow my speed again, drawing out the pleasure as Cora tries to milk my cock early. Her movements are intentional, and her body is designed to make me cum quickly. It’s nearly impossible not to squirt my seed inside of her yet, but I don’t want to ruin the pinnacle of my existence just yet. I’m too high up the mountain.
I stop moving altogether as my body tenses. I know that any more of this, and I’ll be spilling my sperm into her pussy with soul-shattering intensity. She’s just too good, and even I’m no match for her power. It takes a true woman to slay a beast, and that woman is Cora.