Authors: Kelly Clark
It only lasted for a
though, as I could feel him slide out and then slide back in. He started slowly at first, and then he
to speed up. Every time his pelvis would meet mine I would feel a shock shooting up my nerves.
He continued to bore into
and I was starting to lose myself
the rhythm. Then suddenly I could feel wave after wave of pleasure shooting down all my muscles. I couldn’t even let out a moan to signal his success.
Every muscle inside me
but he was showing no signs of stopping. He pushed me into the bed and grabbed my butt tightly. I could feel him pumping his fluid into my welcoming body, and I shuddered from the feeling.
Everything was wet, I was wet, the bed was wet, and then I finally woke up.
“Sounds like you
dream,” Ivan said as he picked up the bucket of water.
I sputtered and spat, trying to flip my wet hair from my face. I
to a chair. While I had
down before, I usually preferred it in a more intimate setting.
“Ivan, what the hell is going on,” I asked.
He tossed the bucket aside and let out a chortle.
“You can call me Anton,” he said, “Considering you know our mutual friend, I thought you might be willing to answer a few questions for me.”
“In the flesh,” he replied, “I suppose my reputation precedes me.”
“What do you want with me,” I asked.
“I want what every slighted man wants, revenge.”
He turned and went to a nearby work bench, and continued to sharpen a rather large knife.
“If you want revenge, why are you taking me, I didn’t do anything to you.”
He stopped sharpening the blade and turned to me.
“My dear, revenge is a beautiful thing. If I were to stab him in the hand I would have my revenge but once, but if
him in the
I would have my revenge as many times as he is willing to bare it.”
He turned back to the bench again and continued his busy work. I began to panic, my breathing became short, and I started to test the strength of the ropes.
“Don’t bother, that
won’t burst for an elephant, let alone a small girl.”
The hopelessness of my situation was palpable. Then I heard a familiar ringtone.
My phone was perched on a tabletop nearby, having spilled from my purse. I jumped up and down in the chair to inch my way closer to it, but before I could get to it, Anton was already answering.
“Here, I’ll put it on speaker for you,” he said answering the phone.
“Brandy! Are you there?” answered Viktor.
“Help! Viktor! Anton is holding me,” I shouted at the phone.
“She’s right, Viktor, I’m holding her just outside of town. If you’d like to enjoy her company
I must suggest that you come alone.”
“Anton. Fine, I’ll come alone. I’ll do what you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Viktor said.
Anton smiled a wicked smile and ended the call.
“Looks like we won’t have much longer to be together, Brandy,” he said, tossing my phone into my lap.
I sat there, mulling over my day. It only made me more depressed to think that I might have
had I just listened to Viktor a little longer at his party, rather than return home so quickly.
This whole mess was my fault, he was just trying to do the right
and I did nothing but get upset, which led to my
capture. I had a bad feeling about ‘Ivan’ from the first time I met him, but he was so
and inviting, there was no way I could have seen this.
I heard a knock on the door. It seemed that Anton wasn’t
expecting anything, either, as the
tore open as he approached it.
I could see soldiers pushing their way past the entryway, surrounding and apprehending Anton.
“Sorry, Anton, my old friend, I don’t think I’m incredibly interested in the deal you proposed,” Viktor said
while strolling in through the smoky door entrance.
“How did you get here so fast?!” shouted Anton.
Viktor walked over to me and snatched the knife from the workbench to free me from my bonds.
“We both know people, Anton. Your people helped you find Brandy. My people watched Brandy and waited until they knew you were alone. The phone call I made just proved it for certain.”
Anton clenched his teeth as the armed men yanked him from the floor.
“This isn’t over yet, Viktor. Blood for blood!”
He wasn’t able to put up much of a fight against the men restraining him; it almost seemed that he didn’t want to.
With my bonds now free, I jumped into Viktor’s welcoming arms.
“Ah, so does this mean
I pondered for a moment and returned with a smirk.
“Only as long as you’re as good in real life as you are in my dreams,” I replied.
He gave me a quizzical expression, but just as quickly he shook it off.
“Let’s get you home, Brandy, and out of those wet clothes.”
He led me outside where his car and
air sent shivers down my spine, as my wet clothes made the air more frigid. Inside the car I
with a blanket
I wrapped around myself with earnest.
The car lurched forward as we went on our way. I nestled myself into the crook of Viktor’s arm and absorbed what little heat I could. The blanket was helping, but Viktor was helping more.
It didn’t take long before I decided was done with the wet clothes entirely and began to strip off the dress and my underwear. I
with absolutely zero reservations from Viktor but was still feeling a bit embarrassed with the driver nearby.
I nuzzled my back into Viktor’s side and kept the blanket wrapped
. Viktor threw his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I admired him
he was my protector today.
I pulled his arm under the blanket and let him hold my bare skin. He seemed to enjoy it, and I
the sentiment. Then I started pushing his hand a little lower, and lower
until his hand was resting on my hot sex.
I manipulated his hand in
my womanhood, and after a moment of practice, he seemed to be quite good at it. With every circle, I edged closer and closer to orgasm.
Before I could get there, though, the car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment. I paused for a moment.
“Perhaps we should go back to your
” I said.
He let out a laugh and nodded to the driver who started on his way, again.
Viktor could feel the wetness that I was dripping onto his blanket and slipped his finger inside. The sudden action made my heart skip a beat, but he pulled it out just as quick and went back to his rubbing.
His practiced fingers continued to dance
and my breath grew short. I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stifle a moan more than a few times.
I pushed the blanket over his lap and plunged my hand down his pants. I could feel his rock hard erection waiting for me, pressing against pants. I unzipped his fly and removed it from its cage.
Just like in my dream I stroked his
while he rubbed my clit. I was getting very close and could feel my muscles tighten and release.
Then it started. I bit down hard on the blanket and breathed
as I tensed from ecstasy. He didn’t let up with his massaging, but I could no longer think of anything else.
Before I could finish another orgasm, the car came to another stop all too soon. The driver stepped from the car, walking
towards the back
to open the door. I straightened myself as much as possible, attempting my best to look presentable.
He popped the door open and offered me a hand. I accepted, with weary legs, and tried to step out. Viktor caught me from behind and nodded the driver away.
The two of us
up the stone stairway that I walked up the previous night. Attendants were about the grounds, cleaning and fixing what the Masquerade had broken.
I paid them little mind as I followed Viktor up the staircase with all due haste. When we reached the first landing of the sprawling
I could see in Viktor’s eyes that he regretted having a house so large.
He did most of the walking for me, as I was still a bit weary from the ride, and from
His bedroom was larger than my apartment. I was only able to take in the scenery for a moment as Viktor was already grabbing me from behind and throwing me on the bed.
I lost my grip on the blanket as I flew and landed naked on the pillows. Viktor was struggling with parts of his
and I couldn’t help but laugh. I yanked the covers of the bed over me to cover
up, at least,
a little. Viktor joined me, but not before he took a large swig of champagne from
I laid my head down on the pillow, and felt a sense of peace I hadn’t
felt in a long while, and then sadly fell asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night. Viktor lay beside me, wrapped in blankets and still naked.
I didn’t want to disturb his sleep; he looked so happy at rest.
I felt this as
opportunity to have a look around. The blanket I wore in the car was splayed on the ground, so I plucked it up and wrapped it around myself again.
As I looked around the simply adorned space, I got a better sense of Viktor. I saw a few of his medals sitting in a pile on a dresser
I rifled through the bronze wondering what stories they had to tell.
Under the pile of
I could feel something else, a gun. It was old and worn, with secret service markings bearing the side of it. I couldn’t make out the words
. Another item that had a story that needed to
The curtains fluttered, providing me with an open door to a balcony. I gazed out
the grounds, rolling hills of green with small bundles of bushes pushing up here and there. A game court rested behind a massive outdoor pool, and a large gazebo with enough space for twenty sat beside that.
Off in the
light flickered from the city. It seemed so far away.
mirrored the night sky so perfectly. The grounds were just far enough from the city to allow me to see the stars and in their
I felt struck with awe.
was a palace if I had ever seen one.
Viktor stepped up behind me without a word, embracing me while he gazed.
“It was difficult finding something this far outside the city,” he said.
choice,” I replied. “Sorry I fell asleep in the heat of the moment, it’s been a long day.”
He laughed it off.
“Not to worry, your resilience astounds me.”
I sighed and leaned on the railing, my mind beginning to wander to other things.
“Tell me,” I said, “what do you think of becoming a father?”
He leaned over the railing next to me and smiled.
“I would like to be a father,” he said. “I could tell you stories about my
father, but none of them would be good.”
“Were you and your father close?”
“He was a busy man,”
replied. “I barely knew him until I turned 14 years of age. Then he took a greater interest in my political career.”
“Yes, he wanted someone he could exploit for favors. I’m willing to help people that are good to me, but I won’t
turn myself into a puppet to