Chapter 8
VIKTOR
Isaw him grab her the moment I followed her into the hallway.
I’d been standing in the shadows of the reception hall all evening along with the boeviks Yanov chose for this with the intent of keeping an eye out for Nikolai’s enemies.
And I knew she would be here tonight. I was not prepared for the moment I saw her.
When she first walked in, I was done for.
She was wearing this slinky blue dress that hugged her hourglass figure and pushed up her full breasts.
The rose colored hue of her curls darkened against the blue of the dress, giving her a lavender halo.
She looked ethereal. When I noticed her looking around, presumably for me, I stayed hidden, watching her body move with grace like water around the room.
So, when she left, I was compelled to follow, and it’s a good thing I did.
It was one of the Chuvash. He appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her, forcing her to the women’s bathroom. I was moving before I was fully conscious of my actions.
Now this son of a bitch and I are eye to eye. He’s got her pressed against the wall, one hand holding a knife against her back and the other gathering up her dress. He’s frozen like a deer in headlights. I can see the immediate terror in them as he realizes who the fuck I am.
He lets her go and whimpers an Oh, shit as he steps back. He knows it’s too late for him.
I rush him, grabbing him by the collar, and push him hard.
He goes flying backward, feet in the air and knife flying from his hand as he lands on his back and skids the rest of the way to the wall.
He clambers up to a sitting position, his hands up to me defensively.
“Please,” he begs in Russian. “I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t know what?” I growl back in Russian. “That I was here tonight or that this is Nikolai’s daughter? Big mistake.”
“No, I, please!”
I’m already on him. I stomp on his chest, driving the heel of my shoe into him over and over until I feel the vibration of his bones cracking.
He slides down the wall with every kick, his pained yells turning to gurgling grunts as he ends up flat on the floor.
I bend down and grab him by the neck, yanking him up as I punch his face, over and over again, breaking his nose, his teeth…
Every part of his face gives me a satisfying crunch as his bones cave inward.
I hear the door open and the sound of my brothers talking to me rapidly, telling me to stop. That’s enough. He’s done, Viktor…
It’s not until someone pulls me off him that I stop willingly. I stand over what used to be a man, his face mangled in a mess of blood and swollen, purple trauma. Blood is splattered on the floor and the walls around him as he wheezes with the last fragments of his life.
“We’ve got it.” He’s picked up and dragged away. The beast inside me still rages as I watch him go. I’m still hungry. Let me follow. Let me…
My eyes fall on Tati as the door closes behind her. I might’ve expected her to run. Or to be frozen with fear.
She’s not. A strange and wild look passes over her eyes as she stares at me. The hills of her cleavage rise and fall quickly.
“Th–Thank you,” she whispers.
I try taking a deep breath to calm myself, but it’s just not working. I need release. And I need it now.
I walk past her to the door and lock it.
“What… what are you—”
“How long have you wanted to fuck me, Tanechka?”
She blinks, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t deny it now. You’ve been looking for a moment to catch me alone.
Well, here I am.” I take a step toward her, and the gentle smells of powder and sweet jasmine greet me.
She’s biting her lip like she’s trying to hold back her words as she tries her best to meet my eyes.
I’m so fucking hard right now, I can barely stand it.
“You need my permission, little one?” I say as I move closer to her. She lifts her chin, standing firm as I tower over her. “Want me to show you what I need?”
Softly, she whispers, “What can you show me that I don’t already know?”
I chuckle. This little thing needs discipline. “Take off your dress.”
“What?”
“Don’t make me tear it off you,” I add in a firm, succinct tone. Her eyes change, and the curve of her heart-shaped mouth turns up. She reaches behind her and pulls down the zipper.
“From this moment forward,” I say as I watch her dress slide off her shoulders, “you will do everything I ask. Without question. Every question, every objection, every moment you decide not to obey me will be met with punishment.”
Her dress falls to the floor, revealing her completely nude body, round, full breasts and rock-hard nipples as rosy as her hair, her thin waist and wide hips covered in soft, unblemished, creamy, ivory-toned skin.
Her pussy is shaved completely, revealing the petals of her lips and the hood of her clitoris.
Nothing but her black high heels. She leans to one side with sass. “You like what you see?”
I grab her around the waist and slap her ass hard. She jumps, her eyes widening with shock.
“Let’s try this again,” I growl. “Do you want me to fuck you, Tatiana?”
She nods quickly, her eyes searching my face, trying to find her footing.
“Good. No questions, no objections. You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? A chance to play with a forbidden toy. You want it now, little girl? You’ll need to earn it. Do you understand?”
She hesitates. I slap her ass even harder. She gasps in pain and surprise.
“Do. You. Under. Stand?”
She nods quickly. “Yes,” she whispers.
I chuckle. “Yes, Daddy. Since it’s clear that you need an authority figure, that’s who I am to you now.” I grab her ass. The warm skin where I slapped her fills my palm. She grimaces. “Forget again and you’ll pay dearly.”
I let her go and take a step back, unzipping my pants. “On your knees.”
She kneels before me, taking my cock in her hands. She starts to put her mouth on me and I stop her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back.
“Don’t be so eager, little one,” I tell her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Lick it first.”
I release her and she sticks out her tongue, licking the length of my shaft slowly. Her warm, soft tongue traces my length of my dick and circles around the head. Her soft lips press against my skin as she flicks her tongue over and over the head, my shaft, wetting me up with slow, patient skill.
She looks up at me in question as little dribbles of spit stretch from her tongue to my cock. Can I?
I want to hold her off longer, but she’s doing so well. “Good girl,” I say softly in Russian. “My sweet little Tatiana…”
How quickly she learns. I’m impressed with her already. “Suck it.”
She takes me in her mouth, sucking me off in long strokes.
I moan words of encouragement as I get closer and closer to sliding down her throat.
“Deeper, Tanechka,” I moan, running my fingers through her hair as I hold her and start thrusting.
She accepts me, opening her throat as I fuck it, moving my dick in and out of her mouth.
Her lips touch the base of my dick, and I hold her there for a moment, the sensation of her throat starting to gag making me harder. When I let her go, she takes in a deep breath, then kisses the head of my dick before taking me in again.
“Very nice,” I moan. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
If she keeps this up, I will come in her mouth. I could, but I need to be inside her. It’s the only thing that will calm down the beast still raging in my chest. I’m desperate to fuck her good and hard.
I pull myself out of her mouth and say, “Stand up, my darling.” I want to kiss her. She’s looking up at me with need in her eyes as she rubs my cock with her hands. “You didn’t tell me to stop,” she says softly. I raise an eyebrow.
“I didn’t. And you’re already doing so well. You like to play with this forbidden thing, huh? The taste of danger make you wet, baby?”
“Yes,” she says. “I want to make you come.”
“Do you?” I reach between her legs, and my fingers get drenched with her juices. It’s practically running down her legs. “You are a needy little thing, Tanechka. That pussy is hungry for me and I’ve barely touched you.”
I slip two fingers in and she bites her lip. The hand she has on my cock slows. I grab her wrist and move it for her.
“I’m going to fuck you, all right,” I growl down at her. “Your tight little pussy is so wet for me.”
She nods, biting her lip even harder.
“Turn around, my darling. Bend over the couch.”
She does. I rub her ass, taking special care to caress the warm, red spot where I spanked her. “Look at yourself. In the mirror.” She turns her head and looks at the full-length mirror across from us. The reflection shows me behind her beautiful body, her back perfectly arched against the couch…
“See how beautiful you are?” I say. “I want you to see yourself when I let you come.”
I slide myself inside her. She’s soaking wet already and so incredibly tight. I have to pause. The feel of her walls wrapped around me is unbelievable.
She grips the couch as she moans, flinching away from me slightly. I hold her firmly around her waist.
“Where are you going?” I say as I start thrusting. “Huh? Thought you wanted this dick?”
Shaking moans escape her lips. “Fuck,” she says, “You’re so big… I don’t think I can… fuck…”
I run my hands up her back and push her thighs open with my legs. As I thrust deeper, she throws her head back in ecstasy, her moan like a wave of sound. “I’m so deep inside you,” I croon. “You’re taking all of me so good.”
I’ve got her by the hips as I thrust hard and deep. She’s gripping the couch, her eyes shut tight. I slow down, reaching for her and pulling her up by the hair.
“Look at yourself, baby girl. Watch how I fuck you.”
She opens her eyes, and I let her hair go. As I fuck her, her moans rise with breathy abandon. She’s getting so wet that her juices drip down her thighs.
And as her cheeks flush and she tightens around my cock, I know she’s close. So am I.
“You’re so fucking deep,” she says roughly. “I’ve never felt like this… Oh, my God…”
Something in the back of my mind is telling me I have to stop. I have to slow down and get control back. I can’t. I’m so deeply enthralled with her. Her dripping pussy, her round ass in my hands, her desperate moans…
I force myself to slow down and I spread her ass cheeks. Her perfect little pink pucker beckons to me. I lick two of my fingers and slide them into her tight little asshole. She yelps with surprise at first, then leans into me as I fuck her ass and her pussy at the same time.
“I’m going to come,” she moans.
“Not yet.”
“I don’t… I don’t think I can hold it…”
“Not. Yet.” I say it louder, more to myself than her. I can feel it starting, roiling in my balls, ready to blow inside her.
“Oh, Daddy, please,” she moans desperately. “I’ll be your good little girl. I’ll do anything you want. Please… please just let me… let me come… please…”
There’s something in her voice, something breaking inside her that’s submitting to me. I can’t take it. It’s speaking to that beast inside me and feeding it. “Come on, baby,” I moan as it starts to take me over. “Come all over me.”
She lets go and a stream of her own juices squirts out of her, running down her legs and staining the couch. I come right after her, drowning in her orgasm.
The waves of that explosion nearly knock me over.
I lean against the wall, still inside her.
When I finally let her go, she slides off me and moves to her knees, her eyes wide and her face flushed.
“Oh, my God,” she says as she looks at the mess we just left on the couch.
“I’ve never… that’s never happened before… ”
I chuckle breathlessly. “Didn’t know you could squirt?”
She shook her head. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for your sex.” I walk over to her and tilt her chin up to me. “You were magnificent.”
Again, that urge to kiss her comes over me and I have to pull away. The blood is rushing back to my head, I guess, and suddenly, I’m faced with the aftermath of what I’ve just done.
“Maybe we can do this again,” she says as she stands. She picks her dress up off the floor and disappears around the corner to the sinks and toilets.
I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is damp with sweat, my dick hanging limp and covered in her creamy white cum… little stains splattered on my slacks.
Holy shit. What have I done?
I stand up straight and get myself together. I lost my head. That’s all. So long as no one ever finds out.
I walk around to the next room to see her wiping her legs with a collection of wet paper hand towels, a glowing smile on her face. I go to get myself some hand towels as well.
“Tati,” I say as I clean myself up. “This can’t happen again.”
She pauses and looks at me in the mirror, and at first, I think I hear her questioning it. Her smile fades, though, and she looks away. “Yeah, I guess it can’t, can it?”
“Your father will kill me if he finds out.”
She knows that’s not hyperbole. He will actually kill me. She sighs and dumps the wet napkins in the trash. “He likes you more than he does me,” she says as she grabs her dress and steps into it.
I snicker. “You’re his daughter. I seriously doubt you’re in as much danger.”
She doesn’t say anything to that. She just slips her dress on over her naked body. I wipe myself clean, then put my dick back in my pants. “Regardless, Tati. This stays between us.”
She looks at me in the mirror and shrugs. “Agreed. This is a one-time thing.”
I regard her a little longer, tracing the line of her lips one last time. Then I nod and say, “I’d better get back out there. Have a good night, Tanechka.”
I walk over to her and kiss her on her forehead. She closes her eyes and leans into me. It’s a warm, pleasant gesture.
Then I leave. In the hallway, I still smell her in my clothes and feel her soft skin in my hands. I hope I can forget before the night is out.