And then, I stop. I lift up to see a soft sheen of sweat on her face, neck and chest. Her face is flushed as she looks up at me, blue eyes spinning. “Very, very good,” I say as I take my knife and cut her free from the ropes. “You take punishment well.”
She slides her hands over her pussy, her fingers gingerly rubbing her rosy lips and circling her clit. She beckons me with her eyes. “Can I have my toy now, Daddy?”
I smile at her. She’s so fucking perfect. I take off my boxers, then I take her hands by the wrists and pin them down over her head.
“Your pussy,” I moan as I enter her. “Your sweet… tight… pussy… is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Daddy,” she says roughly as I feel her tightening around my cock. “It’s so big… I’m… I’m going to explode…” She’s already too excited. I stop, releasing her hands and placing my fingers on her soft lips.
“Not yet, baby,” I whisper. “Hold it back for me. Don’t let it go until I tell you.”
I start to fuck her slowly and whisper, “That’s it. Breathe, baby.” She relaxes into it. Her arms embrace me, nails start to dig into my back.
“Daddy,” she murmurs. “I’m yours. I’mallyours…”
I kiss her and that long dead piece of me lights up. She lifts her thighs and moves with me, giving me deeper access…
I’m close. I’m so close. I start to speed up and she bites my lip.
“Devushka,” I moan. “Are you ready to come? You wanna come for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes. Please, Daddy.”
My own climax swells up inside me. As I start to explode, I command her. “Come… oh,fuck…”
Together, we crash, her shaking thighs against my hips as I fill her up. And when I feel like I’m empty, I just kiss her, enjoying this warm feeling inside her.
I’ve been dozingwith Natalya in my arms, listening to the storm outside. She sleeps soundly against my chest, the fear of the storm far, far away. Every time I look down at her, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
Shefeelslike mine. Everything about this moment feels like she belongs right here, sleeping peacefully in my arms. I don’t understand what’s happening.
The sex is the best I’ve had in years. She bends to me willingly, trusting me with herself completely… and she has absolutely no reason to. In fact, she’s got every reasonnotto trust me. Is this real? Or is this just a product of the situation?
We’ve been brought together by circumstance. What happens when those circumstances change? What happens when it’s all over and she’s free to leave whenever she likes?
When I was younger, I thought like most men tend to. That the power of my sex could keep a woman by my side. Fuck her really good and she’ll stay forever. That’s the mindset.
I’m older now, though, and I know how wholly untrue that can be. In a relationship, sex is only part of the thing that makes it work.
Is this a relationship? We don’t know each other all that well. I’m intrigued by her. I’mveryattracted to her. Is she what I want?
My father had to face this same decision years ago. He was as dedicated to this life as anyone I’ve ever known… until he met a woman who didn’t want the same thing as him. I’m long past the age of blaming her for taking him away. I believe now that it’s as simple as his falling in love and choosing her over the life. Even knowing that, I have always said that if it ever came down to it, I would choose the life.
Once, I thought I made that choice. I thought I’d already passed that test.
Now I wonder if I’m being tested again. How far is this thing with Natalya going to go before I have to choose?
I kiss Natalya on the top of her head. Sweet, succulent fruit scent invades my senses. Tonight,Devushka, you are mine.Completely. Tomorrow might bring bigger things, but right now, you are all mine…
And I fear I might be yours.
I close my eyes. Sleep finally starts to take me.
17
NATALYA
The sound of gunshots.
