Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (53 page)

An hour later, Octavia was standing at the bow of the boat as they set off. It was a beautiful day without much wind. Octavia hadn't done much sailing in her life, and she was slightly apprehensive about being sea sick. She'd put on a pair of white shorts and pink blouse. Her hair
was tied
in a
pony tail
and she'd added just the miniMum amount of
makeup
. As Slava looked down at her from the bridge, he felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was a fluttering feeling that burnt right to his core.

When they left the
harbor,
the yacht began to sway gently. Octavia was perfectly at
ease,
and she sat down, tossed her head back and looked at the summer sky. Her thoughts
began
to wander to Slava. She liked him more than any man she had ever dated, she thought. He was handsome and
charming,
and she
was convinced
she was about to find out how good a lover he was. She knew her parents wouldn't approve if anything came of their relationship. They wanted her to marry an
all-American
boy, and preferably one with a political career ahead of him.

''Hey, come up here and keep me company,'' Slava shouted when he saw Octavia lay down. ''You don't think I'm going to stay here and drive all the time without having the benefit of your company, do you?''

She laughed and got up. She walked up the narrow staircase and onto the bridge. There were hundreds of dials, and a few screens on
a huge dashboard in
front of Slava, but she didn't know the faintest thing about how any of them worked. Slava was sitting in a Captain's chair. In front of him was a wheel and what seemed to be a lever that made the boat go faster or slower.

''Come here,'' he said as he jumped out of the chair. ''Sit here and take over.''

''I can't possibly do that,'' she complained.

''Nonsense, you can drive a car can't you?''

''Yes but....''

''Well this is the same, just a bit slower. Octavia sat in the chair and held onto the wheel.

''Now push that lever forward gently,'' he said. She
complied,
and the boats engines began to roar. As their speed increased, he looked at her. ''Shall we throw your
body guard
?''

''If we do they'll only send someone to get me and the trip will be over. Do you know they're a real
pain?
Do you remember what you said to me, that evening in the Embassy?''

''About people's problems?''

''Yes.''

''Well I've thought about
it,
and you are right. I feel trapped. I hate what I'm
doing,
and I hate being watched all the time, especially by a media that doesn't understand that when they print bad things about me, it hurts.''

''I
understand
,'' he said, as he watched her face become sorrowful.

''I never wanted to go to
Harvard,
and now I'm there, I
actually
hate it more than I thought possible. Most of all, I hate what I'm studying,'' Slava put his hand on hers in a show of solidarity. Much of what she was saying applied equally to him. ''I've spent hundreds of evenings sitting in front of my books wishing they would go away,'' she continued. ''I have zero interest in the law, and even less interest in the type of people I'm
studying with
. Most of them are pretentious and shallow,'' Slava thought he saw a small tear in the corner of her eye. ''My parents
are control
freaks who think I should only marry a politician. I
really
don't
think I can
stand many more years in Washington. It's such a shallow existence.''

''Octavia,'' he said, as she quickly gathered the tear she thought he hadn't seen. ''I
really
like you. You know that don't you? I don't just want to be friends with
you.
I want more.''

She looked at him and ran her palm over his cheek. ''And I like you very much
too
and I have no intention of just being friends. You are
far too
handsome for that.''

Slava put his hand
onto
hers and pulled the lever she was holding back until it would go no further. The boat slowed, and eventually the engines cut. All they could hear was the water lapping under the
boat
and the odd seagull. ''What did you do
that for
? We're just drifting now,'' she said.

''Then let's do something about it. Pull that lever there,'' he said pointing to a long
lever
against the wall, to the side of the Captain's chair. Octavia leaned across and pulled it. There was a loud sound at the bow and stern of the
boat
and Octavia realized that she had just lowered the anchor. ''There, we won't move far now. We're about three miles off the coast and
perfectly
placed to pull into to Gladesville harbor for the night.''

''Why have we stopped?'' she asked.

Slava didn't speak. He leaned to her and kissed her. When Octavia stood up, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She put her hands around his neck and held onto him. ''Oh, I've wanted you to do that since the moment I saw you,'' she said, when their kiss finished.

''Me too. I have just kissed the daughter of the President of the United
States,
and she tastes
wonderful
,'' he said as he threw his arms up in the air like a soccer player who had just shot the winning goal in the World Cup. ''Come with me,'' he added. He took her hand and led her down some steps to the lounge. It had a gold ceiling and a floor made of beautifully polished wood. There were gold colored sofas down both
sides,
and high windows, through which it's occupants had a superb view of the ocean. He went down another flight of stairs and through a narrow door. It was the master bedroom, and even Octavia, a woman accustomed to luxurious surroundings, gasped.

The bed stood in the middle of the
room,
and it was round. Above the
bed,
there was a glass roof that looked up to the sky. The room was mostly blue. It had a blue carpet, blue pillows and a blue counterpane. On the
walls,
there were murals of dolphins and whales
that
were punctuated by small portholes.

Slava pushed Octavia onto the bed, and as she lay
down,
he straddled her midriff. When she looked up at him, she saw a look of extreme concentration as he put his hands
to
the buttons on her blouse. When he'd opened two buttons, he leaned down to her and whispered. ''I've been watching you.
No, in fact,
I'd call it stalking you.''

''What do you mean?''

''I have countless magazines at home. Not because I like the magazines, but because they contain pictures of you.''

''Why on earth would you do that?''

''Two reasons. First, I think you are
the most gorgeous
woman alive, and I can't get enough of looking at you,'' he said. He returned to unbuttoning her blouse.

''You forgot the second point,'' she reminded him.

''Despite all the
material on
the internet that a man could use to satisfy his urges, I am proud to say that I had no use for the internet whatsoever.''

''Do you mean you used my photo's to masturbate?'' Octavia said, not knowing quite what to think.

''Plainly put, but correct,'' he said.

''I'm not sure if I should be flattered or shocked.''

''Dear Octavia, I am
certain
it is only modesty that prevents you from thinking about images of yourself, but I can tell you that in the world, there will be thousands of men who look at your picture
everyday
while pleasuring themselves.''

A
strange
image flashed across her mind. ''But you are the only one who will ever have me in real life.'' She reached up and pulled him down to kiss her. Her tongue tasted sweet as it found his. Her lips were soft. As they
kissed, Octavia
ran her hands up and down his back, feeling how strong his muscles were. He pulled away and put his hands on her blouse again.
He
popped the remaining buttons
open
and watched as her
blouse
fell open. He'd been right in his appraisal of her
photos;
she did have a large bust. He put his hands on her bra and felt how full her breasts were, and how her erect nipples stuck into the material. He sat on her and looked down as he undid his shirt. When it landed on the floor, Octavia sat
up
and was on him with her mouth. She kissed each nipple gently as she smelled his
intoicating
scent. Her hands rubbed over his solid chest and down over his six pack. When she reached the bottom of his stomach, she pushed her hand inside his pants and felt for him. She found his warm shaft and felt how hard it was.'' That must be painful all squashed up like that,'' she said as her hands reached for his belt. She undid it so expertly that Slava wondered how many times she had done it
before.
In no time, his zipper was open, and her hand was on him again. She pushed his shorts down a
little
and pulled his penis out. As she looked
down,
she could see a tiny drop of pre-come glistening back at her. She caught it on her index finger, looked him in the eyes as she opened her mouth and tasted it.

It was a gesture that drove him wild. Before he pushed her back down, onto her back, he unfastened her bra and took if off. When she lay back, his
tongue found
a nipple and licked over it. Her nipples were hard and
sticking
out   in
a most
seductive
way. Slava liked women with big nipples and big
breasts
and he had
been rewarded
. He rocked back and looked down at the two mounds that seemed to be inviting him to play with them. He put a hand on each and rubbed his thumbs over the hard buds at their center. Octavia groaned as his caresses shot wave after wave down to her damp center.

He stayed where he was and began to unfasten her shorts. When
he
was ready to open the zipper, he lay to one side of her, and slowly pulled it open. He put his hand
inside
and discovered she wasn't wearing panties. His hand went straight
onto
her pubic hair. He pushed a little further letting his hand slide over her moist lips. His fingers played in the folds of her
vulva,
and he leaned over and kissed her again. She kissed him like he'd never
been kissed
before. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and found every crevice of his mouth. As he fingered her, he heard her breathing change up a gear. She was finding it increasingly difficult to bear his insistent fingers without crying out. He stopped and pulled his hand from her. She almost came when he licked her juices from his hand and smiled at her.

Now he wanted to taste her for real. He got up, and tugged her shorts down over her ankles, and let them drop
onto
the floor. Still standing, he put his hands on her
knees
and pushed her legs open. When he saw her womanhood, his cock jerked in anticipation. When he lowered himself between her legs, the fist thing he noticed was the beautiful aroma of her excitement. The second thing he noticed was how excited she was. Her lips were wet and open for him. When his tongue landed on her most sensitive
spot
, Octavia screamed out and pulled his hair. He planted his mouth
on
her and let his tongue go to work as he reached up and squeezed a breast. She took hold of his hand and pushed it into her soft flesh.

A moment later, it was too much for her, and she cried his name as her back lifted from the bed, and her groin thrust into his mouth. Slava licked hungrily at her fountain as she trembled, helpless and wanton.

''Come up here,'' she said when her orgasm had subsided. She pulled him to her and urged him to lie on top of her and kiss her. His penis was sticking out of this pants and pushing into her belly. It was
uncomfortable,
and Slav quickly stood up and rid himself of his pants and shorts. Octavia let out a playful whistle when she saw him exposed for the first time. His thighs were strong and
hairy,
and she marveled at the size of what stood between them. Not just his penis, which was long and thick, but his balls
that
looked swollen and tight up against his body.

Again he lay between her legs, and again he put his mouth on her. She tried to pull him up because she wanted him to fill her, but he wanted one more taste of her. When he felt her second orgasm coming, he slid up her and entered her. Her scream hurt his ears. She flung her legs
around
him and clasped her hands onto his hard buttocks. He rode her hard with long powerful
strokes
as her second orgasm flowed
seamlessly into
her third. He grunted as he devoured her, splitting her open and making her come time and again. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her, framing her face, which was glowing. He kept up his rhythm, leaned down and kissed her hard. She pushed her pelvis up and forward, wanting him to release his seed info her. He grabbed her hands and shoved them up above her, as his body lay fully on her. She gasped under the weight of him and screamed as his thrusts began to hit her clitoris. He closed his eyes and let his other senses take over. The feeling of his penis in her wetness and the smell of her hot body writhing under him. When he felt her begin to tighten again, he pulled himself up and opened his eyes. As he saw her beautiful face, his balls
swelled,
and he cried out, pumping his thick semen into her. When every drop
was spent,
he slumped onto her, crushing the breath from her. She put her hand
onto
his sweaty hair and stroked it.