The Beast (14 page)

“It is sexy because I am doing this for you,” he told her and mentally shook off the image of any other man on top of his beautiful little dove. “I want to give you this because I enjoy it as much as you do. I love your face when you cum,” he continued and parted her folds, just inches from his face. He marveled at the simple beauty of her pink flesh, opening for him, wet for him. He slid his finger up her inner folds and found her clit. He rubbed it gently, coaxing it to harden under his touch. He watched her as he did this, saw her get that far away look, then focus on his face. She smiled again, but didn’t leave, didn’t let her mind wander. He knew she was front and center and watching him between her legs.

He dove in like a starving man. Dimitri was not a pussy
eater; he had done it in the past, mostly out of curiosity. In the
Bratva
, eating a cunt was seen as a weakness, a sure sign your cock wasn’t doing its job. Dimitri didn’t give a fuck about anything he had ever been told or ever thought about this act before he met Columbia. He wanted to cover his face in her, bury his tongue inside of her, make her scream his name and beg for more. Not out of any sense of ownership, this was not an exchange of sorts as it always had been for him, but out of the pure and simple desire to get as much of her as he could and give her as much as himself as possible.

To Dimitri, eating her pussy was an act of love, one that he felt in his heart as surely as he felt it in his cock. He was falling in love with this girl, this naive, beautiful girl who had crashed into his life with all the subtlety of a brick to the face. Words escaped him, so he showed her the only way he knew
how; he gorged himself on pleasing her.

He slid a finger inside of her and followed it with his tongue. She gasped and pushed herself against his face so he dragged his tongue up her slit and found her clit. He fucked her pussy with his fingers and relentlessly sucked and nibbled her sensitive button until she was grabbing at his head and thrusting herself against his face. She moaned and gasped again, sighed and said, “Oh Dimitri, yes, that’s it,” as she started to reach her peak. He felt her cunt tense up from the inside and her hands dug into his skull. He thought about growing his hair longer so she could have something to hang onto when he pleasured her again.

Her entire body went stiff, she pushed herself up into a graceful arch of orgasm, her legs quivered and her pussy pulsed as she came.

At once she fell back onto the bed with an exhalation of air. He drew his fingers out of her, but left his tongue on her clit. He could feel her pulse in the engorged
flesh; he ran the tip of his tongue along the bud and enjoyed her shuddering aftershocks.

“Oh my god,” she sighed and reached down to tug at him. “Come up here,” she said, “I want you to hold me.”

Dimitri pulled away from her wet pussy and slid his tongue up the length of her body. He nibbled her ear and pulled her into his arms. She was limp and satisfied, smiling as though she’d just won some amazing prize.

“You are beautiful when you cum,” he told her and brushed the hair from her forehead.

“You are a good liar,” she said and laughed, “but you look good with my pussy all over your face.”

He reached down and slipped his forefinger into her cleft, slid it up slowly and watched her eyes widen as he hit her clit. He brought it to his mouth, sucked it and said, “I look good because you are delicious,” and kissed her. His tongue found her warm and waiting, they fell into a fevered kiss and explored each other’s bodies with the palms of their hands. He felt her scars, her bumps, the roadmap of her life etched on her body, and his heart swelled with pride for her strength.

“I want to fuck you,” he said against her lips, their shared breath ending in laughter as she nodded.

“Are you going to beg for it? Beg me for my pussy?” she giggled and looked him in the eye, daring him to react.

“I will never,” he said and sat up. He climbed off the bed and smiled at her surprised expression. He rolled back the luxurious comforter and climbed into his familiar spot. He reclined against his pillows and stroked his cock, watching her with a grin on his face. She didn’t move, and began to look uncertain. “Come here,” he commanded and loved how quickly she responded. She flipped over and crawled up the bed on her hands and knees.

“Are you going to make me beg for you?” she purred and wiggled her ass as she moved. She stopped when she reached his side, looked at his cock, raised her brow and said, “Are you really going to make me beg?”

“No,” he said and sat up, pushed her onto her back and kept stroking his cock, “I am going to make you perform.”

“What do you mean?” she said and giggled
, but cut herself off when he forced her knees apart and moved between them. He still had his cock in his hand and he looked down at her with the eyes of a hunter with his prey in sight.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, and she moved her hand down to her cunt, she knew what he meant. She watched his eyes, glancing at his cock every few seconds, and started to play with herself.

“Like this?” she asked breathlessly, “Is this good?” She pulled her beautiful pink folds apart and exposed her glistening wet heat. He nodded, unable to speak, focused on her soft cunt. She used one hand to keep herself open, and ran the other one down her slit to find her entrance. She pushed the finger inside of herself, thrust it in a few times, and pulled it out. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked herself clean. “I do taste good,” she said and gave him a little smirk.

“Yes, you do,” he replied and pushed her legs farther a
part. “Now I want to find out how you feel.”

She wasn’t sure about playing with herself in front of Dimitri. She felt like part wild sexual goddess and part shy, fearful captive. She knew she pleased him; his face was intense and focused on her performance. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, she had sucked it, touched it, and now she wanted to fuck it. But it worried her, the massive size and his animalistic tendencies. Worried and excited her if she were being honest.

His body aroused her more than she thought possible, his scars were hauntingly beautiful and fascinating to her. She loved the added sensation of running her hands over them, feeling the smooth skin, hard muscle and patterned scars. It reminded her of the slashes that covered her ow
n body, made her feel less self-conscious and more at ease.

She tried flirting with him, but he was too serious about this, so she became aware of the implication of the moment. She was going to feel his cock inside of her pussy, there was no other way to phrase it, this was a big deal. He was motionless between her legs, watching her like he expected her to do something. She tensed up and said, “Do you want me to keep touching myself?”

“No, little dove,” he told her, her heart melted every time he said it now, “I want you to come to me.”

Columbia pulled herself up and kneeled in front of him. Even on their knees, he towered over
her; she was enthralled by his sheer size. “Now what,” she asked and looked up at him, looking obedient but feeling her nerves on fire with anticipation.

He didn’t
answer; he pulled her up to him, sat back on his calves and brought her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt his cock slide against the cleft of her ass. He kissed her deeply, ran his hands through her hair and pulled her up.

“I want to fuck you now,” he whispered in her ear. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lobe and shivered. “
But I still want you to beg for it”

She was beyond caring at this point, she tossed whatever stubborn sense of self control out
the window and replied, “Dimi, please, please fuck me, give me your cock. I am begging you, please.” To emphasize how much she wanted him inside of her, she reached down and grabbed the shaft, pulled it slowly to her entrance. “Please,” she breathed as the tip parted her cunt, ready to thrust upwards into her waiting heat. “Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

He smiled, looked her in the eyes and said, “I thought you’d never ask,” as he pushed upwards. She felt split
apart; every nerve ending was alight with the sensation of being stretched by his massive cock. She wanted this to never end, the feeling was divinity and desperation wrapped up in an intense need to feel more from him. He was lifting her now, impaling her up and down on his hardness, taking control even though she was on top. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Their gaze was hot and she couldn’t look away. She wanted to know him like she had never known another human being. She wanted to be fucked by him, fuck him and consume him until she knew his every thought, his every desire, his very heart.

She was making
unintelligible panting noises interspersed with cries of surprised pleasure. She rolled her head back and let her hair fall, brushing her own ass as it swung from side to side in tempo with their movements.

Dimitri hooked one hand behind her back and held her tight again
st him. He took his other hand and reached up to wrap it around her throat. She started, not expecting violence in the act of love, but kept her head back when she realized she wanted him to choke her.

He was fucking her cunt and with each thrust he tightened his grip on her throat. “You are mine,” he grunted as he pumped into her pussy. “You are mine and nobody else’s. I own your body and now I own your mind. Don’t you ever forget that.”

She sighed and accepted this, she knew she was his and there was no point denying it. She might as well scream at the mountains to get out of her way. Dimitri had managed to pry open her hardened heart and tear it apart in the course of hours. He managed to lick her wounds and piece her back together in the course of a day. “Yes,” she said and cried out, “Yes, I am yours,” as he fucked her.

She felt her orgasm building, from that deep place she had only recently discov
ered, in the back of her mind or the base of her spine; she didn’t know exactly where she drew from. It was starting to rise and her body began to stiffen up. Her head no longer lolled backwards and Dimitri loosened his grip on her neck. She lunged forward as she peaked and bit his shoulder as she came.

She came hard. H
e still had his hand around her throat, but she could breathe as she ground her teeth against his skin. She imagined it must hurt him, but he simply exhaled and said, “Fuck, that’s it, I can feel your pussy fighting against me, trying to keep me inside of you...you’re hungry for my cock.”

Her orgasm came in waves this time, traveling up her body and undulating up and down her spine. She ground her pussy against his cock and her teeth against his flesh until she had
spent herself. She released her teeth and licked the bite mark, running her tongue along the ridges as he slowed his thrusting inside of her. His hand tightened around her neck and he pushed her back. She barely had time to recover before he was driving into her again, harder than before, with more purpose.

“Your cunt is amazing,” he said and breathed hard, “I could die right now and be a happy man.
” He pinned her in place with his hand and held her around her waist with the other arm. She was his to fuck and had very little option other than to enjoy it.

Seconds after her orgasm she felt a new one building. This one felt more savage, animalistic. He was fucking her and she had no way to stop him, she could feel her throat getting tighter and tighter and her breath came in shallow gasps. Pinpoints of light appeared at the edge of her vision and she felt like floating. The world was starting to darken in spots along her
line of sight. “Dimi,” she gasped, her voice raspy, barely above a whisper.

“Yes?” he said and slowed his fucking, concern in his eyes. He loosened his grip and waited for her to go on.

“Don’t stop,” she said and smiled, “don’t ever stop.”

“Oh, little dove,” he replied and tightened his hand once more. “I love how you’ve given yourself to me,” he continued and pushed up against her cunt again, building speed as he went. “You know your place is with me, by my side, but you know I own your life. I could take this away from you at any moment,” he said and squeezed hard, causing her to whimper in pain. He released immediately and kept his pace. “I won’t though, I won’t choke the life out of you because you trust me, you trust me,
little dove, don’t you?” he added and looked into her eyes.

“I do,” she whispered and struggled for a full breath. “I trust you with my life, my heart, with everything. I belong to you.”

With that his entire body tensed and he held her tight against his cock. She could feel him pulse deep inside her pussy, filling her with his hot cum, adding to her slick juices. “Fuck, Columbia, I could get used to needing you,” he said as he released her throat and brought her body against his. He held her tight, she could feel their hearts frantically trying to keep time as he stroked her hair and nuzzled her neck.

She felt drained and yet energized, it was an odd sort of in between feeling. She wanted to lay in his arms and snooze, but she wanted to jump up and down on his bed and yell, “I fucking love you!” to him and the mountains beyond.

He tilted her face up to his, ran his hand along her cheek and up to her hair. He seemed to be in the same mesmerized state she found herself in. “You are so beautiful,” he said and kissed her nose. “It seems surreal that you are here with me now.”

“I know,” she replied and smiled, “I can’t believe you didn’t kill me.”

She immediately regretted saying it, his eyes looked pained and he broke their gaze. He looked over her head, to the distant mountains and said, “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you…this place...sometimes I just feel so out of control, so crazy.”

She pulled his face back to look her directly in the eyes. “Don’t a
pologize,” she told him. “You didn't kill me and that is all that matters. How were you supposed to know I was just an idiot dropping into your lap in the name of some stupid political shit? You had every right to be paranoid, cautious.”

“But you,” he said and laughed, “I mean you are gorgeous, but obviously not a killer. I sometimes think being alone with my thoughts for so long has made me a little mad. You bring clarity to the world though, you’ve brought me back into focus.”

He picked her up in his arms and laid her down on the bed, her head resting on the luxurious pillows. He picked up her foot and started to massage it, played with her toes and ran his hand along her calf. “You are perfect,” he said and moved to her thigh, passed over her slit and brushed it with the back of his hand. He laughed when she instantly responded by tilting her hips to offer him access to her inner self. “I think,” he continued running his hand along her body, “that we should order something to eat before you waste away to nothing. I’ve become so single minded living here that I don’t want to fuck you to death.”

She reached up and pulled him down beside her, melted against him and curled up in his arms. “It would be one hell of a way to go though,” she said and looked up at him. He was smiling at her, the smile that reached his eyes, and she said, “I can’t imagine a better way to exit this world.”

His face grew serious and he told her. “I don’t want to talk about you leaving, not this world nor my apartment. I don’t want to think of my life without you in it.”

“I’m not planning on going anywhere,” she said, surprised by how easy this felt. She hesitated and bit her lower lip, missing Eden and
even her mother in a sharp jolt.

“What troubles you?” he asked and rubbed her lower back. She loved his attentiveness and almost purred when he touched her.

“I’m thinking about my little sister, Eden,” she told him, “I’m the only one she has to take care of her.”

He was silent, his hands moved, slow, gentle circular motions along her spine, but he said nothing. She knew he was considering what she had said, contemplating how he should reply. “I will send them money, I will help them.”

She didn’t want to sound ungrateful, and she knew she wanted to stay with Dimitri, but she still felt compelled to go home for some reason. She was afraid to ask though, not wanting to anger him. “That will do, I suppose,” she said and sighed. “I would like to see them though, before we go.”

“I am sorry, little dove,” he said and drew his hands along her spine, sending waves of warm delight through her body. She was utterly relaxed physically, but mentally she was plotting how she could convince him to let her go for an hour even. “Now that you’re with me, I can’t risk it, I can’t risk you leaving.” He stopped his languid movements, cupped her chin and tilted her face towards his. “I hope you understand, perhaps when we are settled in Hong Kong you could send for them to visit. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to lose you. I take this seriously, I can’t let you go.”

She smiled at his declaration, and said, “I do understand. It’s hard on me, that’s all. I hate the thought of Eden being in danger…” she trailed off, not wanting to talk about the thing she was afraid of. Her father had no place in her world now; he had no power when she lay in Dimitri’s arms. Instead, she closed her eyes and snuggled against his broad chest. She felt him reach down and pull the covers over them, and she fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of her own breathing.

*****

“Here, try this,” Dimitri said and held out a blob of something dark on a spoon. Columbia delicately took it in her mouth and let him feed her. The texture put her off, and it felt like something popped in her mouth, but the flavour was rich and buttery.

“I like it,” she said and wiped her lips, “what was it?”

“Russian black caviar,” he said and laughed when she widened her eyes.

“Fish eggs?” she mouthed in an exaggerated pantomime.

“Yes, fish eggs,” he replied.

“I’ve had fish eggs before, I get them at sushi
sometimes, but they taste nothing like that,” she said, “it is delicious.” He looked pleased at her approval and slid the knife into the small tin containing more. They were on the roof top deck taking their late lunch in the brilliant sunshine. A gentle breeze brought sounds of the city from down below and she watched the seagulls float on the updrafts. “It’s strange up here, isn’t it?” she said after a few moments of quiet.

“How do you mean?” he asked and handed her a small delicate cracker with more caviar. She felt positively scandalous, like something from a reality TV show, caviar and champagne on top of a mult
i million-dollar penthouse on the waterfront.

“I mean, it’s a weird juxtaposition, you feel so free and light up here, but you’re really just on top of an expensive cage, aren’t you?” she said and immediately regretted her choice of words when she saw his face go dark.

“I can’t let you go,” he said, his voice low, “even if I wanted to, I can’t. I don’t know how to explain it, but my mind has decided that you belong to me, and my heart…” he trailed off, apparently unwilling to continue his confession.