In which Lucya Takes A Stand. At the most awkward possible time.
Lucya…
Staring at the closed door, I feel like Lucya the Snow Monster again. Not pretty enough, not flirtatious enough. I was straddling Alexi’s lap, I could feel his dick, hard as an iron bar. Still, he put me back in this room.
Then a nauseating thought comes to me. He ordered me to stay in here until morning. Does that mean he’s going to bring someone in, a sex worker maybe, to take care of that enormous erection? He’d rather have them than his fiancée?
I thought we’d made progress. He showed me his tribute to his mother, that beautiful greenhouse. In his cold, emotionless way, he seemed to want this marriage.
This room is soundproofed, so he could have a line of strippers stretching out the door and I’d never hear it. The dark walls and the iron shutters over the windows are closing in on me. Does he expect me to live in this room, instead of in the master bedroom with him?
All the confidence that built slowly through our night was seeping away again. I pace for a while. I take a shower. Standing in front of the dresser, clutching a towel, I ponder my options. I could put on some flossy lingerie and pretend I need something from the kitchen. Sorting through the drawers, I find a black bra and panty set that’s moderately comfortable. At the last minute, I lose my nerve and pull on some yoga pants and a sweater.
The knob turns easily, he didn’t lock me in, at least.
Charging out into the hallway, I call out, “Alexi! I want to talk to you about this- oh.”
He’s in the living room with six others, hard-faced men and clearly Bratva surrounding him. They’re poring over a map of something. They all look up at me and I am suddenly deeply grateful that I didn’t prance out in nothing but lingerie.
“Pay attention to the plan,” Alexi snaps. In unison, they turn back to look at the paperwork spread out over the giant coffee table.
I back up a couple of steps as he strides toward me, his beautiful cold face looking like he’s carved in marble. He takes my arm and leads me into the master bedroom, shutting the door.
“That’s why you didn’t want me coming out of my bedroom, huh?” I attempt a weak smile.
He is not amused.
“What do you need?”
And then my mouth opens and all my stupid comes pouring out. “I thought you were with a hooker.”
His marble mask cracks, just slightly as he frowns. “You what?”
“W- well, I… I felt you in the greenhouse when you pulled me against you. Also, I totally understand your general air of cockidence, I mean confidence! Confidence!’ I babble. Oh, someone please shut me up. “But you didn’t want me and I thought that… maybe you invited a sex worker over.”
He’s examining me as if I’m a particularly troubling strain of bacteria. “You thought because I didn’t want your first time to be in a shed made of glass and open to anyone with a pair of binoculars that I didn’t want you.”
“How do you know it’s my first time?” I ask challengingly.
Shut up, Lucya!
Then something unnatural happens, something almost depraved. Alexi smiles. No, it’s more of a grin, a smug grin. He walks back into the living room.
“Get out.”
There’s an immediate rustle of papers, not a word spoken, and only the cheerful ‘ding!’ of the elevator as they clear out in seconds.
I hear his steps, slow and deliberate on the polished concrete floor. I am very much regretting my initial and ill-advised burst of courage. When he appears in the doorway, he blocks the light behind him, looking for all the world like Hades surveying his kingdom.
“You don’t think I know you’re a virgin?” He sounds amused and I am unsettled.
“I’ve been here in Boston for four years,” I say defensively. “You don’t know what I’ve been up to.”
“I know exactly what you’ve been up to,” he says, walking toward me slowly. “I had my IT tech hack into your guard’s reports. You worked. All the time, trying to take care of your irresponsible as fuck sister. You’ve done nothing else but take some online prep courses for Harvard.”
My ass hits the foot of the bed and I stifle a whimper. He’d herded me in this direction and I didn’t even notice. Alexi takes up all the space in the room, a giant shadow that blocks the light from the hallway.
“You’ve been a good girl.” His grin stretches to feral proportions. “I tried to be understanding. A gentleman. But a greedy little girl like you doesn’t want a gentleman, do you?”
I open my mouth and nothing but a weak puff of air escapes. Power and darkness radiate off him in waves, he looks like the dark angel he is, I can almost see his black wings unfurling.
“So no, little Kolibri, I did not call a sex worker. I tried to distract myself from the fact that my cock has been almost perpetually hard since you fluttered back into my life.”
“I’m sorry I assumed the worst,” I croak.
“You’re not sorry. Yet.”
My world is suddenly upside down and I’m on his lap, face down and staring at his black bedspread. “Wait! Look, let’s-”
“Did I ask you to stay in your bedroom?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Did you stay in your bedroom?”
“No, but-” Then I hear it, the metallic ‘snick!’ of a switchblade. It’s cold, he puts the blade across the small of my back and then slips it under my leggings, cutting them away. He’s so quick that I don’t know what happened until I feel the chill of the air on my bare legs.
“Look at these pretty panties,” he says, smoothing his enormous hand over my ass. “I thought you said you’d never wear that shitty lingerie for me?”
“That was before. When I thought you were my captor.”
“Oh, Kolibri, I’m still your captor.” His palm lands against my ass, sending red waves of heat radiating out from the initial sting.
“Alexi! Stop!” I’m thrashing around like a hooked trout on the riverbank and it gets me nowhere. His hand slams down a second time, so big that he’s hitting both my cheeks. I’d obsessed over his hands, large and capable with tattoos on his long fingers. Right now, they are the instrument causing me considerable pain and the third strike makes my legs kick up in protest. He calmly puts one leg over mine, locking me in place.
“In the future, I’ll give you a safe word,” he murmurs, his hand stroking my stinging skin. “But not for punishment spankings.”
His hand slams down again with even more force and this time, it feels like my skin is on fire. Then again. His fingers slide between my stinging thighs and I groan in humiliation.
“I might have to think of a different punishment for you.” His amusement is infuriating, one long finger slides between my folds, idly stroking from my entrance to my clitoris and back again. “You don’t feel like you’re being punished.”
“Let me up!” I try to twist my hips and his arm comes down like a steel bar, holding me in place. His fingers are gathering the moisture between my legs and painting my ass with it.
“You’re practically dripping,” he muses. “Did you know the sting from a spanking is much greater against wet skin?”
He’s right.
When his hand comes down again, I shriek. My skin feels like it’s on fire. He slaps me again, on the crease of skin between my ass and my thighs and oh, that hurts so much worse.
“That’s seven,” he says. He peppers my poor, stinging ass and thighs with three more slaps and then stops, running his palm soothingly over my burning skin. “So good for me, Kolibri,” he says approvingly. “My good girl.”
“I have never hated you more,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
He chuckles and hauls me upright, pulling off my sweater and bra before I can protest. His hand comes up to cup my throat and he’s pushing me back on the bed. “Lift your legs, rest your feet on the edge of the bed.” I would like to curse at him, go stomping out the door but instead, my knees are bent and I’m open to him. His blond head goes between my thighs and when I feel his cool lips on me, I almost combust right then.
Spreading me with two fingers, his tongue circles my clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, god!”
“God’s not here,” he whispers with a dark chuckle. “You’ll pray to me tonight.”
Two long fingers slide inside me, scissoring and stretching. “So tight.” When they curl up and rub against the wall of my channel, I moan, tightening my thighs around his head. He doesn’t seem to mind, pushing his fingers in and out, his tongue and teeth playing with my clitoris and I feel a cyclone of heat and need swirl through me and when it reaches my center, I detonate. His fingers push against that spot inside me again, scraping lightly and this time, it’s more like an earthquake, the roar of pleasure hitting me and sending me swirling through another orgasm.
Alexi rises and I watch him pull his t-shirt off and then drop his jeans and his boxer briefs.
“Oh. I’m not ready for this. I would like to take back my-” I’m babbling again and he chuckles. His dick is thick and hard, rising up to his belly button, the reddened tip is already gleaming with pre-come. I may be a virgin but I do have a Wi-Fi connection, thank you very much. I’ve seen some porn. Theirs were much smaller by comparison.
He stops my disjointed excuses by putting his fingers in my mouth, making me taste my orgasm. “You’re ready. If it’s too much, say red and I’ll stop. I’ll always stop.” Then Alexi pauses. “Wait, I’ll get a condom.”
“You don’t have to.” How did this fly out of my mouth? But it’s true. I’ve always wanted a child with Alexi.
Frowning, he hesitates, his cock hard and thick against his stomach. “You’re too young.”
“It took my mother several years to get pregnant,” I blurt, “and we’re married already in the eyes of the Bratva. I love the thought of having your child.”
There’s hesitation, I can see it in his eyes, but after my last sentence, it flares into something feral. “You’re sure, Kolibri?”
“I am.” It sounds like a wedding vow. At least a vow for something more.
I scoot back on my elbows and heels and he prowls after me, lazily, knowing he has all the time in the world. When I hit the headboard, he takes my hips, thumbs rubbing over my skin. “It will hurt, but only for a minute.” He leans down to kiss me.
Oh, it’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a lot because something that size does not belong in a normal-sized person but he’s notching the head of his shaft inside me and pushes carefully, just an inch or two but I feel it all. My fingernails are digging into his shoulders and he kisses me again, brushing the hair back from my face, watching me avidly as his hips push harder.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
It hurts like hell but in a way that feels good. It makes no sense. His shaft is pulsing inside me, spreading me wide and stinging and burning and when his thumb lazily circles my clitoris, the burn turns into a dull heat, spreading through me and muting the pain.
“Such a good girl, my sweet Kolibri,” he murmurs, his deep voice tight with tension. “I’ll go slow, but fuck! Your snug little cunt is gripping me like a fist.” He groans, his head dropping between my breasts as he pushes again. There cannot possibly be any more room inside me but he finds it because he fits every inch inside me until the hairy base of his cock is rubbing against my clit.
We’re both panting, and I’m oddly pleased that this is affecting him, too. The ice-cold Angel of Death is just as turned on as I am, just as desperate for this feeling.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilts my head, making me look down at where we’re connected. He’s murmuring something softly in Russian and it takes me a moment to realize he’s reciting the periodic table of elements, trying to control himself. It somehow makes this better, this sliver of vulnerability from him. His entire, enormous body is strung tight like a piano wire as he slowly pulls his cock out, gleaming with my arousal.
“Wh- what is that?”
There’s something silver-colored at the tip of his cock and I realize it’s a piercing. When he pushes back in, he angles his hips and I can feel it, the hard little thing rubbing against my G-spot and I almost come right then.
“Relax,” he groans, “you’re going to rip my dick off my body.” His thumb is back on my clitoris and circling slowly and I loosen enough for him to move again. “So sweet,” he says, kissing my earlobe and biting it. “So snug, so warm. Fuck…” his head tilts back. “You’re hot. I haven’t felt warm once in my life but now my cock feels like it’s on fire.”
One of my legs wraps around his hip, then the other and the new angle makes his pierced tip hit something that sends electricity straight to my clitoris and I come, my thighs squeezing his hips.
Everything narrows down to sensation, the weight of his body on me, his huge, stinging cock, the tremors of my orgasm still rippling through me. Alexi moves faster, his hips thrust harder and his mouth goes to my breasts, biting one nipple and licking away the sting and then moving to the other.
When he puts his hand around my neck and squeezes lightly, he whispers, “Time to come again, Kolibri.” I feel him swell larger, impossibly harder, and then I do, crying out his name, his mouth smothering my moans as he floods me. We’re wet and warm, his enormous body covering every inch of mine.
I’m shaking, I don’t know why. He cups my face and kisses me softly as he pulls out of me slowly and we moan together. “Beautiful Lucya,” he croons, holding me against him. The comfort of his hard angles smoothing into my softer curves feels safe, secure.
I wish we could stay right here, just like this forever.
