When I pull apart we’re both breathing heavily. “I can’t wait a second longer, Princess. Sit on my face,” I pant.
Lying flat, I help to position her so she rides my face, while facing away. Her beautiful ass looks perfect and I swipe my tongue along the pink seam. Sweet nectar fills my mouth. I’ve been dreaming of this. Her hands wrap around my cock as her hot wet mouth stretches around the thick mushroom head.
I groan with pleasure as I pull her perfect pussy to my face to lick up and down her slit, tasting, wanting. I’ve been thinking of doing this all evening. I shove my tongue deeper into her, opening her a little, preparing her for dick. But first … she’s going to come on my face and I’m going to lap it all up like a fucking hound.
I lick her all over and play with her clit. She moans and I lick a little deeper, a little faster. I lap circles around her clit. Her hips move; her pussy convulses. She wants more, and I have every intention of giving it all to her.
She squeezes me even as she sucks, and I lose all control. I’m going to climax, and that will fill her mouth with my cum. I work on her clit and pussy, and I know she’s right there with me. She’s incredibly wet and her body shakes with need. I think all I have to do is press with my tongue, and she’ll explode.
Katya
I can barely contain myself. I want to orgasm already, and we’ve just begun. I think he wants to as well because his cock pulses in my hand whenever I lick the head. In the moonlight, it looks massive, and the white scar on it makes it look wicked. I let the tip of my tongue follow the scar. His cock jumps. I open my mouth wide and close it over it.
“Fuck, Katya,” he growls.
I cannot take all of it, but really, I want to swallow all of it, make it mine. What I can take, I suck slowly. I taste him and whatever juices are coming out. When I feel his tongue sink into me. I start sucking him hard. That drives me wild, and I moan all over his perfect erection. And it is perfect, it must be. It is mine. I take more into my throat and that is a strange feeling. I want to gag and yet, I don’t.
He moans gutturally and licks me like a starving man. I feel my body start to quake. My hips bob up and down. God, I want him so much. I know that right now, I could take him inside me like I did that first night. I suck him harder. I feel his hips move as he pushes into my mouth. I want him to come. I want to feel him grow and explode in my mouth.
I squeal as his tongue presses on a part of me that has become incredibly sensitive, but he doesn’t stay. It is just a tease. I start to beg him to finish the job. It is not enough to come close. I want the beast inside me to take over.
He grips my ass with both hands and pressing his face against me, sinks his tongue into me. I feel the climax grow inside me and start to quake. Suddenly, I can no longer hold back. The beast races through me like a fire. It burns me even as I convulse. I am lost, I am lost. I can focus on nothing but the fire. Even as his cock explodes in my mouth. Heat fills my mouth. I take it even though my body focuses on what he has done to my most private parts.
It is as near to heaven as I have ever been.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKzRIweSBLA
(Perfect)
We stop, both of us gasping for breath. I never knew she’d be this sweet. We roll apart, but we stay stuck together. Neither of us wants to move. We want to lie still and savor this, because this might never happen again for us.
“Do you know that I’m not afraid? I haven’t been ever since you showed up.”
I look into her eyes. They are shadowed, but I know she’s telling the truth.
“You are my protector,” she whispers. “You are the one I have been waiting for all my life. I think it is my fate that Anakin sent you and not someone else or I would never have stood a chance.”
The moonlight throws strange shadows as I turn her and she comes into my arms. We kiss and trade the taste of each other. A growl of triumph passes my lips. It feels right that I should taste her and she should taste me. I push her down on the bed. Need throbs inside me. It has a name.
Katya. Katya.
I rake her nipple with my teeth and she cries out. I spread her legs wide so she is completely exposed to me. Her little pussy quivers. I run my middle finger down her belly and over her clit then plunge my thick, scarred, inked ugly digit into her drenched pussy.
Her little hips writhe with anticipation.
I circle her swollen clit with my thumb and her body begins to buck. “Not so fast, Princess,” I growl.
I need ownership of her. I drop my weight on her trembling body, pinning her to the bed, trapping her underneath me. I want her under me forever. Lust ripples through me as I fist my cock. Then I bend my head and lap up her juices before I capture her mouth and as my slippery tongue thrusts into her mouth, I plunge deep into her tight pussy. She gasps at the intrusion, but as I continue to pump into her, mewling noises fall out of her mouth.
I forget the world outside. I forget we have a date with the devil. I forget Anakin. I forget everything. I only know I’m where I belong. Inside Katya.
A roar sounds in my head. I go over the edge. I hear her scream. She’s climaxing too. I have taken her with me. It is pure bliss. I’ll never let her go. She is mine now. Forever.
I whisper her name over and over again.
Hunter
When I wake, I’m alone.
Alone is my ordinary condition, but I went to sleep with Katya in my arms. She’s not here now and the bathroom door isn’t closed.
Damn.
I roll out of bed and check the suite. I call her. Then I sit on the bed. No. It cannot be. I feel hollow inside. She’s gone. She’s left me. I nod to myself. I don’t know why I’m mourning this and acting so shocked. It’s not even a lost dream. It’s nothing. We were just two strangers who survived a blizzard. It was my fault for falling in love.
“She’s gone,” I say aloud. It comes out in a broken whisper.
I drop my head in my hands. Yes, she’s gone. I lift my head and look around the room. At the champagne bottle we opened. Ah, what fun we had. I licked it off her breasts.
Then I smile sadly. It’s okay, Katya. You did the right thing. This way you’re safe. I hope she has taken enough money. I go to my pocket, pull out my wallet and frown. She didn’t take anything. How can she survive without money? She will get taken advantage of.
I get dressed. I have no idea how to find her, but I know I have to try. I have to give her enough money or alone and vulnerable, she will end up homeless on the streets of London. She will get raped. The thought sends me crazy. I hope the desk clerk noticed her and which way she went. I rush into my clothes and slide into my shoes. Just as I start for the door it opens.
I freeze.
Katya smiles as she enters. She’s holding a paper bag from a coffee shop down the street. We saw it together last night. I remember her saying, “That little coffee house is so pretty. Maybe we can have coffee and scones together before we leave tomorrow.”
“Coffee and scones,” she announces. “I knew we wouldn’t have time to visit the shop before we left this morning.” She puts down the sack and comes to me.
We kiss, a short kiss.
She backs up a step. “What’s the matter?” she asks. “You look as white as a ghost.”
“I …” I shake my head.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Did Anakin call?”
“I thought you were gone.”
She jumps at me and holds on to me with her hands and her legs. “I’m not leaving my man. I had my chance in the train station, remember? I’m never leaving you,” she whispers in my ear.
I don’t reply.
She understands. I can’t reply. If I speak, I will do what I haven’t done since I was a boy. I will break down and cry. I will become weak and not do the things I have to do. For a long time, we remain like that. Then I find my voice. “Jump in the shower,” I tell her. “We have to get out of here soon.”
She unwraps her arms and legs
and slides off me. She looks at me flirtatiously from beneath her lashes. I still remember how innocent she was that first night when she just took off her clothes and stood there without an ounce of flirtation in her. “Are you going to watch my ass as I walk to the bathroom?” she teases.
She’s giving me a way out. To protect my manliness.
“Yes,” I admit.
She laughs and walks away. I do watch her cute, little ass disappear. Then I send a text to Anakin:
I have the package. Catching the next flight out to Detroit.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScNNfyq3d_w
-Show me how to be whole again-
Katya sleeps almost all the way to Detroit. I guess the events of the past few days have sapped her energy. Katya and I have done a lot together. The blizzard, Vasili and Dimitri, shopping, dinner …We have stuffed a lot of living into our short time together. Her blanket slips and I gently pull it back over her shoulders. How things have changed. How I’ve changed. Once she was a package. Now she’s part of me. More precious to me than my own life. I feel so protective of her that even the thought of anyone hurting a single hair on her head drives me into a blind rage.
I suppose we’re like soldiers who go into battle together. No matter how the soldiers went in, they come out like brothers. Katya and I are not brother and sister … not even close, but we have bonded in a way that’s impossible to break. I would kill for her. No, that I could have done anytime—I would die for her.
Instead of being tired, I’m wired. I cannot sleep.
While waiting for the flight, I managed to send an email to a buddy in Anakin’s organization. Waiting for our luggage, I get the answer. It’s not what I want. It’s not even close. According to my bud, the reason I went to fetch Katya was because Anton, the previous fetcher died while trying to help his girl escape. In fact, they both died. It was how Anakin paid the fetcher for his unfaithfulness.
No doubt, I’m in line to enjoy the same fate.
My phone pings and it’s a text from Anakin. He wants me to bring Katya to his house in the suburbs as soon as we land. Anakin has a big place there, far bigger than he needs since he has never married. I’ve never been invited to go there until now. As we head for long-term parking, I notice Katya looks very pale. It’s as if the reality of our situation has just hit her.
When she catches my eye though, she smiles bravely.
She’s the condemned prisoner waiting for the hour of reckoning. A part of me wants to cheer her up, but that part loses to the part that tells me to remain aloof. I cannot take my mind off the meeting with Anakin. There’s nothing more important than that.
I must remember that.
We ride through the city and Katya looks out of the window curiously, but she doesn’t say anything. I guess there’s nothing much to say. Detroit is a gray, ugly place.
The electric gates to Anakin’s house open and we drive through. Katya turns her head and looks at me. She doesn’t say anything and neither do I. We pull into the drive and I see that her hands are shaking. We get out and I carry her suitcase to the front door.
Anakin’s number one Goomba opens the door for us. He’s a big guy, but he’s slow. He doesn’t smile, simply ushers us through the entry and down the stairs to the basement.
The basement has been decorated with all sorts of Detroit sports stuff. There are Lions football helmets, Tigers bats and jerseys. Hockey sticks from the redwings, and basketballs are autographed by all the pistons’ players. There’s a bar and several huge screens, filled with sports. One corner has been transformed into a theater with loungers and surround sound. Anakin loves sports and this place is a shrine to his passion.
Anakin is standing by a desk as we enter. He doesn’t even spare me a glance just looks over Katya and nods with satisfaction. Yeah, he can see how sexy she is, even if she doesn’t smile. He nods to a small man in spectacles who stands when we come in. He has the face of a self-righteous pen pusher.
“The Doc will check you out,” Anakin tells Katya. “Go with him.”
Katya and the doc head through a door to what must be some kind of bedroom or something. I hate the idea of that supercilious prick coming anywhere near Katya, let alone examining her, but I keep my expression neutral. There’s more at stake here than my needs and wants.
“She any trouble?” Anakin asks me.
“No,” I answer evenly. “But your Sherpa is dead.”
He frowns. “How did that happen?”
“Heart attack. We lost the car in a blizzard and had to hike to a little house. It was too much for him.”
“Hmmm, I liked him. He did good work for me over there.”
I don’t comment, and I don’t mention Dimitri and Vasili.
“I got a call from my banker. One of my shorts came in. A percentage of that will be transferred into your account.” He grins. “It’ll be a fat payday for you.”
“Thanks.” The word sticks in my throat.
He goes to the bar and cuts himself a slice of cheese from the block there. “Hey, try this cheese. It’s terrific.”
With Anakin, you never say no when he offers you food. I go over, and he hands me a slice. I take a bite. It’s like a lump of coal in my mouth. I chew and swallow automatically.
“Great stuff, isn’t it?” Anakin says. He’s in a great mood. “I got it from a guy in Wisconsin who owes me. He makes great cheese.”
At that moment, the doctor and Katya return. She looks pale and nervous.
“Well, Doc,” Anakin says. “What’s the verdict?”
The doc shakes his head. “She’s not intact.”
“Sex?” Anakin asks.
“I fell on my bike when I was younger,” Katya says.
“Shut up,” Anakin snaps at Katya.
“Can’t tell,” the doctor tells Anakin. “Could be an accident, but I doubt it.”
“Thanks,” Anakin says.
The doctor turns and walks out.
Anakin walks up to Katya and takes her by the chin. “You’re a pretty little thing,” he says. “Too bad you’re used goods.”
He turns away from her, then suddenly whirls around and hits her with a backhand slap that sends her reeling.
Neither she nor I was expecting it.
“You think you can fool me?” he shouts angrily. His face is red and there’s a white ring around his mouth. “You think you can make me look like an asshole you little whore?”
I know this face. I’m transported back to the past. I’m a kid again and big strong Anakin has found another reason to punish me. I know what’s coming for Katya, but I’m unable to do a single thing. I am frozen to the spot. Not even a muscle can I move. If I move, the punishment will be greater. Years and years and years of conditioning lock every single muscle in my body.
He slaps her again, so hard the sound reverberates around the room. She stumbles, but does not cry out.
I stare in horror. My body feels like it is being ripped in half, but I don’t move. I can’t. There isn’t a single thing I can do.
Then he punches her in the face and she collapses with a grunt.
My body starts trembling violently. Move, Hunter, move. But I can only watch.
Anakin drops to his knees straddling her and takes out his knife.
Yes, I recognize that knife. I know it intimately. It only carved out his name on my body. There’s a tattoo of a pig covering it.
“You won’t be such a pretty whore when I’m done with you,” he snarls.
“Hunter!” Katya screams.
Hunter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tmd-ClpJxA&index=64&
(Look What You Made Do)
Her voice is like the crack of the whip. Suddenly, my muscles are free. With a roar of ancient and new fury, I jump forward and tackle Anakin. He’s not expecting it and I send him tumbling sideways. I roll away from him and spring to my feet even before he gets to his.
He still has the knife and he’s pissed a
s hell. “Oh, look at that. The little coward has grown some horns while he was in Russia,” he mocks. “Was it you? Did you make her bleed?”
“You don’t beat on women. That’s weak,” I answer.
“So it was you!” he screams. “You got your little prick all worked up and ruined her, and then you had the balls to bring her to ME? I should have finished the job and cut that pathetic roll of soft meat from you when I had the chance!”
But you didn’t and that was your mistake.
He lunges suddenly, but I’m ready. I dodge the knife and throw a sharp left hook at his kidney. He grunts with pain and flies past. I think he’s forgotten about my hands. About the years of training he gave me. He never expected them to be used against him.
“Little fucker!” Anakin snarls. “I’m gonna cut off your nuts and your dick and make your girlfriend eat them raw.” He fakes a lunge this time, trying to get me to commit, but that’s amateur stuff.
I don’t take the bait. There’s nothing Anakin can teach me about fighting. I circle, lightly, evenly, but I know this can’t last too long. The Goomba upstairs will suspect something. If he comes down and alerts everyone else, me and Katya are toast. Fortunately, the sounds from the sport screens are drowning out some of the commotion.
“Come on, you old coward,” I taunt. I need him to get so angry he makes a mistake. “You don’t have any trouble beating up a girl. Come and get a man.”
That’s his problem, always been his weak spot. He’s too easily offended. His ego can’t take even the slightest insult. He wades in, slashing wildly. I back away, like I’m scared. It’s a boxer’s ploy. You time your move before you get inside his reach. At the moment, his knife is at the end of its wide arc, I step in quick and bury a fist into his soft gut. He hasn’t been exercising. That’s for sure. He loses all strength for a moment and I grab his knife arm. Quick as a fox, I snap his elbow over my arm.
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