Dark Desires: Genesis (11 page)

“Vlad! What are you doing here? I didn't expect
to see you.” Val managed to choke out while trying to wrap her head around his
presence at the party. Their communication ceased over a week ago and she
didn’t think she would see or hear from him again. He looked just as good in
person as in her memories. The white t-shirt he wore showcased his bulging
biceps, ridged abdominals and wide chest. His blue eyes were sharp, his blonde
hair neatly combed back and were it not for the irritation she read off him,
his rosy lips would be fuller than the thinned ones he now possessed.

“Clearly” was all he could say in reply. He was
irritated that the man still had his hands on her as if she belonged to him.
Had she already moved on? Staring the man dead in the eye, a feeling of
recognition washed over him. This was the same guy from the club. She’d moved
on with him?

Sensing the tension from both men, Val needed
to do something fast before the situation escalated. “Come on let's go talk
inside.” She walked out of Charles grip and sensing Vlad was itching for a
fight, she placed her small hand around his larger one and dragged him with
her. They walked through the kitchen, down the hallway and into her bedroom. She
closed the door and turned to face him.

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?”

“I thought you'd be happy to see me. It was a
surprise! I wanted to pick you up and take you out on a date. Is there any
particular reason as to why I shouldn't be here today?” Vlad bit out coldly.

“I’m surprised to say the least” was her simple
reply.

She looked good. He couldn’t decide whether he
wanted to go back outside and beat the shit out of that grubby pawed guy or
fuck her to ensure she knew exactly what he could do for her, something he had
no doubt any other man could compete with. He took in a deep breathe to try
reign in his temper. He moved further into the room and sat down on the chair
that was next to her study desk. “Come here.” He saw her hesitate and leaned
back to wait. After a few moments of stretched out silence he repeated the
request, adding more edge to his tone, “I said come here.”

Valerie didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t
figure out whether to kick him out for acting like she belonged to him when
he’d ignored her for over a week or go to him to appease the brewing storm in
his blue gaze. Hearing the seriousness in his voice when he asked her to go to
him a second time, she relented and walked to stand in front of him. He
stretched his arm out and grabbed her forearm, dragging her closer so that she
was standing in between the V of his open legs. He caressed her hip and his
fingers trailed the edge of the material, moving down to the crotch of her
bathing suit. His eyes were trained on her and she felt his finger slip beneath
where he began to stroke her clit. Her breath hitched at his intimate touch,
she recalled everything he had done to her over a weekend and was fighting
herself not to give in to a need he was stoking. “Who is that guy to you?” She
kept her lips sealed because she couldn’t quite think when he was touching her.
She closed her eyes and revelled in the feeling of lust that was washing
through her. He was now stroking her with two fingers but she needed more, she
moaned in pleasure but when he pinched her clit her eyes flew open. “I asked
you a question.” He was toying with her and she didn’t like it.

“Nanya”

“What?”

“Nanya business.” She smirked at the joke that
although childish would let him know he had no rights to her or any say in who
she chose to spend her time with. He wasn’t laughing and stood up suddenly,
removing his fingers from her pleasure zone. He glared down at her.

“What did I tell you I would do during our last
talk when you kept evading my questions?”

Val remembered that skype call verbatim. She
had played their conversation in her mind repeatedly after that call ended. She
didn’t want to repeat what he had said out of fear of implicitly giving consent
to his promise. His gaze was piercing and she turned away. He grabbed her ass
with one hand and lifted her chin to lock eyes with his. “What did I say?”

“You’d fuck the truth out of me.”

He smiled at that. She had remembered and he
planned to make good on his word. He guided her backwards to the bed and leaned
down to whisper, “turn around and put your hands on the bed.” The words caused
a shiver to run through her body, she wanted this but her pride would not allow
her to comply. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t do this again. She
didn’t move and after a few seconds he forcibly turned her around and guided
her body into the position he wanted. Her heart was racing and her nipples were
trying to saw their way out of the swimsuit.
I’m not consenting. I won’t
give into him. Then why aren’t you saying no? Because deep down I want this,
I’ve been craving his cock for weeks now.
Bent over she heard the
unbuckling of his belt and the sliding down of his zip. He pushed the crotch of
her swimsuit to the side and exposed her wet sex. Thinking this had gone too
far and she should stand up and walk out of this room, she found it was too
late when his cock slammed into her. She felt so full she couldn’t breathe. He
was larger than she remembered. He began pounding into her, stroking the embers
of need into a raging furnace. He was in the perfect position to access her
g-spot; he never failed to hit his mark as he slammed in and out of her. Her
legs felt weak, she was going to come soon.

Vlad knew that if he gave her a choice she
would walk away from him. He needed to take control of the situation and fast.
Seeing her up close was a reminder of how long he’d been away from her. When he
began to stroke her clit, his cock swelled, begging to be released. He didn’t
want to waste time undressing her so he bent her over, released his hard cock
and pushed the bathing suit aside. Her wet pussy was the only invitation he
needed and he hurriedly slid into the channel. It felt amazing to have her hot
tight walls wrapped around his dick. He lost control and pounded into her, her
voluptuous ass proving a cushion for every blow he dealt. He felt the tell-tale
sign of her orgasm when her walls started to pulse but he refused to let her
climax. He pulled out abruptly. He’d primed her for what he needed to do.
“Where did you go the weekend I called you?”

“What?” Valerie was in a daze, she was so close
to coming until he suddenly pulled out. He was not moving and the question he’d
just asked finally sank in. “No, keep going” she whimpered.

“Answer my question first.”

“Let’s talk afterwards… please I need you.”

“Answer me first.”

Feeling the bliss of euphoria slipping away
with each second he was no longer inside her, she gave in, “I was at Toni’s
house.” He remembered the name from her file and knew it was one of her closest
friends.

“Were you with other men that night?”

“No, we decided to stay in even though we had
planned to go out.”

Satisfied with her answer, Vlad slid back in
and stroked her slowly. She began moaning her pleasure and a few moments later
he pulled out again. “Have you been with other men since?”

“No! Please just…” before she could finish her
request he was back in, kindling the fire but not taking her where she needed
to go. He was driving her crazy.

This time he didn’t pull out but stopped his
movements and stilled her hips. “Who was the guy you were with by the pool?”

“Fuck Vlad, stop playing with me!” she was
frustrated but he didn’t seem to care. He waited for her to answer his
question. “He’s just a friend.”

Being perceptive, he replayed the mental image
he had on loop of her with this ‘friend’ by the pool. He asked her the final
question that would determine his plan of action. “Were you using him in an
attempt to forget me?”

She gave a deep sigh and decided to be honest,
“Yes.”

This time when Vlad pulled out of her, he
tucked himself back into his shorts and straightened his clothing. He saw Val
timidly stand up and before she could ask why, he interjected by saying, “pack
a bag, you’re staying with me this weekend.”

“Wait, why?” The mood was gone and she could
only blame herself.
What was wrong with telling a white lie?
“Why do you
want me to stay with you this weekend?”

“I need to make sure you don’t forget. Hurry
and pack, my cab is still outside and I’ve taken longer than planned.”

*****

To say the cab ride to the hotel was awkward
would have been an understatement. Val wasn’t sure what Vladimir had planned
but she desperately wanted to finish what he’d started in her bedroom. The
suite was the exact one he’d used on his last visit, she wondered if it was a
coincidence or by his request. When they were inside, he went straight into the
bedroom and she followed. He undressed and lay down on the bed with his head
propped up with a few pillows. ”Strip for me angel.” It was a simple request
and even though she was not one to exhibit her sexuality in such a raw manner,
the thought of the wicked things he did to her was motivation enough to comply.
She shimmied out of the black mini skirt she was wearing, pulled off the vest
and was left with the siren red bathing suit. She turned around and pulled the
straps off her shoulders and stopped when the material was gathered at her
waist. She wanted to turn him on as much as he did her. She bent down to her
feet, keeping her legs straight, to loosen the straps off her wedge sandals.
Once the shoes were off, she stood back up, and removed the bathing suit
completely – she purposefully slid the material down her legs in slow motion.
She wanted him to have a good look at her ass and her exposed pussy which was
dripping wet from their earlier activities. Finally she turned around to give
him a frontal view.

Does she know how fucking sexy she is
.
When he told her to strip, he didn’t expect her to put on a show for him,
though he was glad she did. It took all the restraint he could muster to not get
up and push his cock into her when she bent over to take off her shoes. She
stood before him, as naked as the day she was born. He took in her beautiful
face, her bountiful breasts, flat stomach and toned legs. Her skin was a shade
darker than before and the once shoulder length hair now hung down her back.
She was breathing faster based on the rise and fall of her chest; all he could
focus on were the peaked, dark nipples he wanted to suck. “Crawl to me.” She
got on the bed and slowly moved over his legs on all fours, kneeling over his
abdomen with her legs on either side. He had a good look at the treasure
between her legs, in that moment all he could this about was tasting her.
“Higher up.” She inched forwarded until she was over his chest. “Higher.” She
continued up the bed until her legs were straddling either side of his head.
Grabbing her hips, he tilted his head up to inhale her scent and latched onto
the engorged bud that peaked outside of her lips. He sucked, laved and licked
her until her thighs quivered and she came on his tongue. Now that he had given
her the release she’d craved, he could satisfy his own cock that was painfully
throbbing against his stomach.

He lifted her off of his face and laid her next
to him. Pushing her thighs apart, he lay in between her legs and aligned his
cock with her entrance. “No matter what, don’t close your eyes.” She didn’t
have a chance to respond before he thrust into her. He’d been hard from the
moment they were alone in her bedroom and he knew this would be a short round.
He pounded his frustrations and desire into her at a frantic pace. Her eyes
were glassy and filled with desire. He slowed down his strokes and made sure
the penetration was long and deep. Her gasps were his guide that she got as
much pleasure as he did. When tears leaked from her eyes, he grunted his
release. They maintained eye-contact throughout the duration of their
love-making.

The rest of that day was spent in bed, Vlad and
Val getting reacquainted with each other, she would never forget who he was,
even if she tried. Valerie had come to terms with the fact that they were no
longer just two people having sex, there was more to this, all she could hope
was that she wouldn’t get burnt in the process. After a brief nap, where Vlad
fell asleep inside her, they got up and took a leisurely shower together. They
were going to have dinner, it would be their first official date. He insisted
they get out of the hotel and go for the dinner they never had that first night.
She commented that they were doing things in reverse; one usually got to know
the person before sleeping with them. He merely shrugged his shoulders as if it
were something of no consequence. She’d reconciled that Vlad was not an
ordinary guy, so whatever he chose to do would be out of the ordinary. She had
brought with her the black dress and jewellery he’d bought her a few weeks
back, she hadn’t worn it since its purchase and tonight felt like the right
occasion to put it on. He gave her an appreciative glance before escorting her
out of the suite and to their reservation.

During dinner they talked about what they’d both
been up to in each other’s absence. Valerie was focused on her studies so she
didn’t have anything interesting to offer up except that there were some tests to
study for in the coming weeks and her only times of unwinding had been at her
friend Toni’s house, with her best friends Natasha and Macy, and at the pool
party he crashed earlier today. He let her know he had concluded a major
contract, keeping things vague but went into great detail about the city of
Istanbul he spent a few days in. The location sounded amazing and she yearned
to experience all its wonders. He also offered to take her there at the end of
the semester however; she decided she would think about it. Going on holiday to
a foreign land with a man she was slowly learning about that seemed to have
qualms with commitment had ‘bad idea’ written all over it. He also spoke about
visiting his old friends and she noticed the way he lit up when he spoke about
them, yet again the detail on who they were was vague. He was a completely
different man than the murderer she’d initially conjured him up to be. The
twist in the easy-going conversation was when he asked if she was a good cook.
The look on his face was comical when she offered to make him a gourmet
sandwich with a side of eggs - she wished it were a joke but in truth the only
time she managed not to burn anything was when she baked.