“Mmhm.” Fifi was already on her way to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and slipped off her clothes. She turned on the rain shower and waited for it to heat up to the perfect temperature—not too hot, not too cold. Her phone was on the counter, and she picked it up to turn on some of her favorite Russian classical music—Igor Stravinsky.
She let the temperate water pour over her head and face, and trickle down her thin frame. After washing her hair and shaving her legs, she stepped out of the shower and threw on the plush, white bathrobe hanging by the door. It felt soft against her newly cleaned skin.
She wrapped her hair in a towel and walked to the sink. She wiped the fog off the mirror, revealing her rosy face. Fifi had transitioned from a girl to a woman with ease and grace. Her cheekbones were pronounced and her blue eyes had taken on some green and gold hues, accented by naturally long and thick eyelashes. She zipped open her makeup bag, took everything out, and got to work. Primer, foundation, light contouring, blush, eyeliner, and mascara, finishing off with a dab of tinted lip gloss. Fifi took her time applying it, making sure every brushstroke was absolutely perfect.
She didn’t often wear makeup, but she so enjoyed applying it for special occasions, particularly with Elijah. She rarely had special occasions without Elijah. No one had ever spoiled her the way he did, nor did they ever treat her to anything, for that matter. Her mother’s idea of a present was taking Fifi to a trendy bar and getting wasted on cocktails and flirting with every guy within earshot, usually leaving with one of them … for a price, of course. Meanwhile leaving Fifi to make her own way home.
Once she was satisfied with her makeup, Fifi went to the closet, where she’d hung her dress upon arrival. Elijah had surprised her with it in the limo on the way to the airport. It was an exquisite white Givenchy with diamond spaghetti straps. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
She slipped into her dress and looked in the mirror. It fit perfectly. It hugged her curves in all the right places and sparkled brilliantly in the soft lighting. She bent down and put on her sparkly, silver Louboutins—another gift from Elijah. They had a two-inch heel, which made them classy and sophisticated, perfect to attend a ballet.
Just as she was about to stand back up, Elijah opened the door, wiping his hair with a towel. He lifted his eyes to meet Fifi’s and stopped in his tracks. The towel in his hand dropped to the ground. He didn’t say a word.
“Well … do I look okay?” she fished.
He cleared his throat. “You. Are. Ethereal.”
She spun slowly. “You think?”
“You look like you’ve just stepped off the pages of a fairytale book. You are the most beautifully stunning creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.”
Fifi smiled, blushing.
Elijah walked toward her and kissed her delicately on the cheek, carefully placing his hand on her waist. “I’d better find something that’s at least half as presentable as this. Give me ten minutes,” he whispered in her ear.
Elijah emerged from the bathroom looking every bit the definition of debonair: Armani suit, bowtie, his wavy salt-and-pepper hair brushed off to the side with a touch of wax to hold it in style. On his feet, he wore the Salvatore Ferragamo shoes Fifi had bought him for his birthday. She’d taken on a month of extra classes at the ballet studio just to be able to afford them. Fifi felt herself weakening in the knees as she looked at her birthday date.
The limo dropped them off, and they walked up the stairs to the entrance of the grand theatre, where the ushers swiftly opened the glass doors for them. Elijah showed them their tickets for La Bayadere. It was a tragic love story with passion, violence, and betrayal. She’d watched it close to a hundred times since. This was her first time seeing it in person.
The theatre was crawling with Moscow’s elite, at least that’s how it appeared. Of course, Fifi didn’t recognize any of them, but the guests had the posh confidence she’d only ever known rich people to exude. Top hats, canes, and longtail suits seemed to be the uniform of the men, while the women were costumed in all kinds of satins, silks, and furs with diamond accessories and designer shoes.
Elijah took Fifi by the hand and guided her up the stairs. “Everyone is looking at you,” he whispered into her ear.
“I think they’re looking at both of us,” she replied, blushing.
Their balcony seats couldn’t have offered a better view of the performance. As the curtains lifted, Fifi realized she had never been so happy and excited at the same time. She caught Elijah staring at her in her peripheral vision, and nudged him. “Hey, you’re supposed to be watching the stage, not me.”
“I just can’t take my eyes off of you,” he whispered back.
As the orchestra began to play, and the first scene began, the two were enraptured. It was a thrilling, captivating performance that left Fifi in tears. Elijah reached over and wiped the tears from her face a few times, looking at her like a proud father, and kissing her on the shoulder. When the ballet came to an end, Fifi was the first to stand to applaud the performance. It didn’t take long for the entire audience to join her.
Back at the hotel, the couple strolled arm in arm toward the elevator, which whisked them up to their suite. The doors opened right into their room.
“Elijah, that was absolutely magical; thank you so much. This has been the most incredible birthday of my life. I couldn’t be happier to be spending it with you.”
“I’m just glad to be the one who can make you feel like that on your special day, Fifi. You’re a very special girl.”
She held his arm tighter and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked. “Elijah,” she turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, “I love you.”
He stopped and turned her to him, smiling softly. “Fifi, I love you too.”
They kissed passionately. Fifi never wanted it to end. Elijah wrapped his muscular arms around her waist and pulled her in extra close. She could feel her heart thumping so hard, he must surely have been able to feel it through her chest, and she could almost hear the fireworks going off.
Once inside, Elijah threw himself on the bed, arms behind his head, and patted the space beside him. Fifi obliged, laying down carefully so as not to wrinkle her beautiful dress. The bed faced the glass balcony doors, looking out over Moscow’s historic skyline, twinkling in the night. The view was breathtaking, and the two sat and admired it, still high on the memories of the incredible performance they’d just witnessed.
Elijah took a deep breath and spoke, “Fifi, I don’t know if I’ve made it clear to you just how much you mean to me. You’ve given new meaning to my life. You’ve added color and joy, and, well, love. I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”
Fifi snuggled against him and smiled. “I feel the same. Totally and completely the same.”
“It’s weird—I just never get tired of being with you. You’re nothing like the other women I’ve had in my life. It has become my goal to make you happy. Your happiness is now my happiness. There’s just so much I want to do with you, so many ways I want to make you smile.”
“Yeah? That’s good because I feel like I want to spend all my time with you, too. That’s not weird, is it?”
“It’s the most natural thing I’ve ever experienced,” he replied softly.
There was a moment of silence, in which the couple looked out the window, thoughtfully. The hum from the traffic below was dimming as the night wore on.
Elijah spoke again, “I’ve decided the first thing I want to do when we get back home is to resign as CEO of my company and take a few months off to travel. The board isn’t going to be happy about it, but I don’t care. It’s time to start enjoying life. I want to see the world—Paris, Marrakech, Havana, Fiji ... There are so many places I have always wanted to visit. And I want you to come with me, Fifi.” He took her hand with both of his and looked up at the ceiling. “We’ll travel first-class, stay in the finest hotels, and experien
ce the most interesting cultures all over the world. What do you think?”
“Oh, Elijah! When I think I couldn’t be happier, you go and say something that makes it so. I am truly the happiest, luckiest girl in the world. Yes, that sounds like the most amazing way to spend a few months, and there is no one I’d rather do it with.”
“Well, that’s not all. You know I’ve been thinking … I’d like to move out of my condo in the city, and perhaps, into a bigger house upstate.”
Fifi looked at him, wide-eyed. She’d never expected he’d give up his bachelor pad.
“I know, I know.” He laughed at her surprised expression. “But I think it’s time. I want a big garden. I’ve never gardened before. It looks like something I’d be into.”
Fifi laughed and shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. “You’d just hire a gardener and lay in the hammock.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Okay, yeah, maybe that’s true. But still—I can envision little Elijahs running around the yard, getting grass stains on their clothes.” He sighed heavily and looked down at her. “And a beautiful young wife to help raise them.”
“What are you trying to say, Daddy?”
Elijah sat up and guided Fifi up too. They walked hand in hand to the glass balcony doors, Elijah pulled a small, shiny padded box from his pocket and lowered to one knee. Fifi’s head was light and fuzzy, dizzy with emotion. Elijah gently pushed the three-carat, round-cut solitaire diamond ring onto her dainty finger.
“I’m saying that I want you to marry me.”
And just like that, Elijah had said the magic words that would make her take off her clothes.
He kissed every millimeter of her body as he discovered it for the first time. With his fingertips and lips, he took his time savoring every part of her before whisking her off her feet and into his arms. He carried her to the bed. He licked her every curve, trying to commit her taste to memory. He admired her nipples, her navel, and her pussy, inhaling deeply the scent of her sex before returning his tongue to her body.
As he removed his shirt, Fifi kissed the twisted-serpent tattoo on his chest. It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d seen it, but it was the first time she’d wanted to lick it. It looked so sexy on his naked chest.
Elijah was getting her worked up and squirming. She wrapped her leg behind his neck and pulled his face between her legs. She was glad she’d shaved that evening. He dipped his tongue into her wetness and dragged it up to her tiny clit where he rubbed it with just the slightest of motions. Fifi trapped his head between her thighs and he took his time to eat her out and bring her to orgasm.
He was hard, and he was huge. Fifi gasped when she felt the size of his stiff cock. She’d never seen or felt anything like it. He rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit, then penetrated her.
Her hands groped his back, exploring and feeling his muscles. Slowly, they moved down to his ass, feeling his powerful muscles tighten and release as he pumped her with his cock.
She moaned, her body shook, and she was cumming yet again. The feeling of her body shaking and shuddering on his cock took him over the edge. Elijah exploded inside her, pumping in and out as they rode their orgasms to their very end, panting as one.
“Fill me with your baby-making sperm, Daddy! Breed me!”
Book Two
Drowning in desire
Chapter 1
True love waits
Elise’s silk dress shimmied down the gentle curves of her eighteen-year-old-body. “We’ve waited so long, Marcus,” she whispered, “and today I made a vow to give myself to you. All of myself. All yours. ‘Till death do us part.” She lifted her feet out of the pretend-wedding dress, bent down, picked it up, then folded it and set it on the bed behind her.
Elise was far too young to get married. She’d only just finished high school and was still a week away from starting college. That didn’t stop her from fantasizing about marriage constantly—the church she’d get married in, the color of the napkin rings at her wedding reception, the speech her hunky husband would make, the rusty old tin cans the best man would tie to the back of the car that clanked away as she and her husband drove off into the sunset.
Husband. The word made her throat dry and her inner thighs tingle.
Elise dreamed of the day she could walk around in public with him, his arm around her waist, proudly announcing to the world that he was hers and she was his and that the love between them would grow and flourish forever and ever.
For now, however, her relationship with Marcus would have to remain a secret.
She couldn’t imagine the scandal if anyone found out she was dating her former English teacher. A guy who was ten years older than her. He’d lose his job and her parents would probably disown her.
Elise turned to the mirror to look at her naked body. She smiled, straightened her long neck and slender limbs. Her hands found their way to her hips, gliding past her protruding hip bones, slender waist, and her barely-visible rib cage. She cupped her petite breasts. “All yours,” she rasped, eyes half-closed.
Her thoughts turned to the night of her wedding, how it felt to push her soft, young body against his hard-bodied form. His masculine scent had filled her nostrils and a tear of utter joy had slipped down her unblemished cheek onto his chiseled chest. Her delicate arms had wrapped around his muscular back. His thick, throbbing cock had pulsated against the entrance to her freshly waxed vulva.
She closed her eyes and moaned as she massaged her breasts. She brought her left hand to her mouth and licked her fingers before returning to her bosom, wetting and tugging a perky pink nipple. Her right hand slid down, past her belly button to her hot, soaking slit. “Ah,” she cried as her fingers rubbed her wetness into her pulsating clit. She pushed one, then two fingers into her tight hole.
Lost completely in the moment, Elise grabbed her breasts, thrust her hips forward, and finger-fucked herself at an ever-increasing pace. Moaning, sighing, and grinding with her eyes squeezed closed, every corner of her mind overflowed with powerful images of her sexy beast of a boyfriend Marcus. She imagined her hands on his ass as he moved his body on top of her, pumping his hardness into her willing womb. She imagined her back arched as she spread her legs and adjusted her pelvis to receive him deeper. She imagined his grunts echoing off the walls as she pierced the skin of his shoulders with her fingernails.
Thud! The bedroom door flung open.
Elise’s eyelids shot open. She panicked as she sucked her fingers out from her wet pussy. Turning around, she grabbed the dress to cover herself.
She squinted at the intruder’s tanned legs, her tight, short shorts, the handkerchief-like fabric that barely covered her bra-free breasts. Elise’s eyes roamed upward, taking in the intruder’s lips—so red and thick they resembled engorged labia. Her eyes were thick with long lashes and the dilated pupils of a raging nymphomaniac. Her hair was fluffed up as if she’d been freshly fucked.
“Carey?” Elise croaked cautiously.
The intruder resembled a slutty version of Elise’s older sister. But she hadn’t seen Carey in over a year; not since Carey had shipped off to college.
“Ew.” The intruder laughed. “Were you just fucking yourself in front of the mirror?”
Elise waited ten minutes before finally recovering from her pink-cheeked humiliation then padded down the stairs—fully clothed, this time—to meet her big sister.
“Don’t you knock?” snarled Elise, finding Carey in the kitchen with a big spoon digging into a tub of butter pecan ice cream.
“Don’t you have a vibrator?” Carey snapped back, not bothering to cover her full mouth.
“Why do you look like such a skank now?” Elise asked with a sharp edge to her voice.
There was a time when Elise would let Carey bully her. The bullying was a small price to pay for the protection Carey offered. Carey was always the bold one who stared down the mean girls, tried to shame her little sister. Elise, by comparison, was always the meeky-squeaky little
mouse, helplessly letting everyone belittle her when Carey wasn’t around.
That had all changed when Carey left for college. With nobody left to defend her against the cruelty of gossip, teasing, and rumors, Elise learned quickly that if she didn’t want to get trampled on, she had to learn to fend for herself, stand up for what she believed in.
Sure, Elise had her dreamy boyfriend, Marcus to love and protect her. His words gave her strength and his bear hugs were healing, but there was nothing he could say or do when the Cafeteria Bitch Queen called her a pathetic loser in front of everyone. Elise’s relationship with Marcus had to be kept a closely guarded secret. Not even Elise’s parents could know she was having an illicit affair with her English teacher.
To counter her deed, Elise had started behaving like something of an activist: joining the debate team to sharpen her verbal jousting skills, confronting the high school principal when he tried to cut back on summer vacation, painting signs and participating in a protest march against animal cruelty. For Elise, activism was not only a means to defend her own rights but to defend the rights of all oppressed creatures.
The two sisters spent the afternoon catching up. Carey offered to help Elise pack for college. Elise was moving out and going to university in seven days and she gladly agreed, happy for not only an extra set of hands but also some seasoned advice on what she would need and what she wouldn’t.
Of course, Elise didn’t take all her sister’s advice. When Carey suggested she take the old cheerleading outfit Elise had worn one year for a Halloween costume, saying, “Dudes will go crazy for this, Elly. You have to take it,” Elise had taken it and tossed it in the garbage.
“Can I take you to Donna’s as a thank you?” Elise asked her sister when they’d finished, as she zipped up her suitcase.
“Oh, I’d love that. Yes.”
Donna’s Donuts had been their favorite haunt as kids. There wasn’t a better place to go with her soon-to-be distant sister. Elise smiled, grabbed her wallet, and the two bounded down the stairs.
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