A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

[Iridel]

Sarah Walters was at her wit's end. Not only is she just done five photo shoots, three interviews, and a charity event, she was also elbows deep in planning what would be the wedding event of the spring. And she was doing it all with a picture perfect smile on her face. Stress had been a constant in her life since she reached the age where it stopped being cute to say whatever popped in your head. Over the years she'd had plenty of coping strategies that were legal, private, and didn't stray so far off the beaten path to make her seem liberal.

That last bit had been important for her father's image as a strong conservative.

But all the meditating, bullet journaling, cross stitch, paint by number, and organizing her things could alleviate the stress of this week. Not when her fiance, an up and coming senator by the name of Daniel Vickers, still had one more photo op that week at a local shelter, she herself was due for an interview on some women's talkshow, and countless meetings for dress fittings, catering plans, and scoping venues. As a result she hadn't been sleeping, and had been using makeup to hide the bags under her eyes will popping Advil like candy for her headache.

It wasn't sustainable, and she'd been complaining to a close friend who jokingly offered the suggestion, "You should try weed."

At the time they'd laughed it off together, but the idea hadn't left Sarah. All the Googling she'd done suggested that it wasn't harmful, wasn't actually addictive, and more importantly would help her relax enough to sleep. This week was just the one to finally push her to it.

There was no missing she'd never done this before. Her attempts to find the dealer had been clumsy and amatuerish, and she'd shown up that night clearly jumpy and worried about being caught. She swapped the money for the little baggie of green buds and practically fled back to her car and relative safety. As far as she knew no one had seen her. But just as importantly, after smoking a bowl she was able to finally fucking sleep.

 

[Procyonix]

Kapustov Yuriy Mikhailovich was watching his close circuit tv in his office. Apparently some redheaded girl was making loud and clumsy inquiries about where to get marijuana. And while that was both good and bad, it was curious to make sure it wasn't a really blatant plant trying to sting a dealer with possession with intent to distribute. It was an annoyance arrest of course, nothing more. But the bail and the court fees cut into his bottom line. So when they found this girl, they sent him a picture. And his heart stopped beating for a moment. Regaining his wits quickly, he did a Google search and found that sure enough, the girl was exactly who he thought she was. The media darling of the Washington Press: Sarah Walters. The daughter of the man who had sent him to prison twenty years ago just to get into politics, Senator Thomas F. Walters. Back then, Walters had been a DEA agent, and made a questionable bust. But to hide it, he planted evidence. And the attorneys of the time hadn't been able to get his appeal to go through because by then, he was in local politics.

Yuri had moved his operation to Washington DC upon getting out of prison to find a way to plot revenge on the man who was by then a junior senator. This was his second re-election campaign, and the uncertainty of the time and the changing morality of the Nation Yuri called home these days made his re-election not certain. This would be the time to strike he had already decided. But how? And here before him on a golden platter was the answer. His daughter was buying weed from a street dealer. Texting the dealer, he authorized the sale which the camera captured in full high definition. He had his weapon now. He would use the daughter to get his revenge. And as she had grown into a beautiful young woman, well use would have many applications in this particular instance.

At just over fifty, the man was son to a Russian father and a Latvian mother, born in Riga to a privileged life. His father Mikhail, had been an officer of the KGB. And then the Baltics rose up and declared independence from the Soviet Union, which eventually was back down to officially just Russia. The then twenty year old had to choose to flee his home or have issues. And so he had found himself falling in with a mafia group that preyed on professional athlete expatriates who had family in Russia. It was good business. And he made a small fortune. When the boss was executed, Yuri had made himself scarce again. Finally, arriving in the US on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, and on the very day he started his business, Walters had arrived and busted him, not to mention planting evidence to secure a conviction.

Yuri had done ten years in prison. Ten years where he made inroads with other organized criminals. So when he got out, he had feelers everywhere, and a full distribution line from three different continents for his drugs. Rich enough to move on, but unable to, now Yuri finally would have his chance. Printing out the image on his high definition printer, he made sure only touch anything with latex gloves on. Then he wrote a note. It was simple and to the point: “I know what you did last night. Lincoln Memorial, sundown. Dress to Impress. Come alone and make excuses to be out late or not home. Or the Post gets this tomorrow in their mail.”

Attaching the document to the note, he placed it in a nondescript normal manila envelope and left it through a cut out on the windshield of her car while she was running her errands that next morning. All he had to do now, was wait. He had eyes on her everywhere now, so when she did anything, he would know. And he wouldn't be at the rendezvous of course. He had men to handle that. Disposable men who wouldn't bring trouble back to his door if she broke the rules.

 

[Iridel]

She got the letter the next morning and her heart sank. Fingers trembling she read and reread the note. Sarah knew she couldn't let this get out. It would ruin her father, it would ruin her fiance, and it would ruin her. No, this couldn't get out. She'd have to do as they said. Of course she knew one meeting wouldn't be it. They'd want more than just to have a little chat by the Lincoln Memorial. But what would that more be? Money? She could give them that. Maybe she'd bring some with her just in case. To show she was willing to work with them and get this swept under the rug just as quickly as possible. For now, all she could do was burn the note and the image, construct her excuse for the night, and continue with her day. Yes. That's what she'd do.

Two hours later she was touring wedding venues on Daniel's arm like nothing was wrong. Somehow she managed to hide the fact that inside she was panicked and worrying over the little meeting that night, and not only kept up with the conversation but managed to add insight and opinions the whole while. Her entire day continued that way, and she went through more Advil than she usually did in a day as a constant headache made her head pound. At the very least it gave her an excuse to call off activities that night. It was harder to say where she'd go, but eventually got them convinced she was just going to take a quiet night drive. Alone. More assurances she was fine, and that yes she was sure she didn't want Daniel to come with her.

Sarah arrived at sundown just as instructed in a little black cocktail dress, her hair pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, and her makeup done to look natural. Pulling up to the Lincoln Memorial she got out, smoothing the skirt of her dress to expend her nervous energy before taking a couple Advil for the still persisting headache. Away from the cameras she didn't hide how stressed and nervous she was. It showed in the tired way her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and how she brought her hand up to slide it through her hair only to lower it as she remembered it was put up. Well manicured nails drummed against the hood of her car briefly before she checked her purse again for the money she'd pulled. $500 was a start. It should at least be enough to show her cooperation even if it obviously wouldn't be enough to buy silence. Now for her blackmailer to show his or her face.

 

[Procyonix]

Holding a picture of the senator's daughter, the man charged with bringing her in made certain that he girl he spotted in the black dress was her. With that mane of red hair and the beauty she had, how could she be anyone else after all? Watching her for twenty minutes to make sure she was alone, he walked up to her from behind, sliding his arm in hers as if they were old friends. “Ah, sorry I'm late,” he told her in a voice that would sound just like an old friend. Quieter for only her ears, he explained, “My orders were to make sure you came alone as required. This way, please.” While he was forceful, he was polite and nondescript to a fault. He looked just like thirty million other millennial men in cut an style, and his features were bland. Dark brown hair and dull blue eyes topped him off as he lead her to his car. Helping her in the backseat, he got in to drive.

Ten minutes later they were on the Beltway and leaving DC. After another ten minutes, they reentered the city from the opposite end, before crossing over to Virginia. Once there, he pulled up to a boat launch on the Potomac, and helped her out of the car. “End of the line for me, Miss Walters. Down those steps is your next contact. Be safe.” he tipped his cap as if he wasn't working for a blackmailer and taken her to a dead drop location.

The next contact was more unique at least, a man of about thirty with a shaved head and a small soul patch. His eyes were anything but dull, in a dark grey. Dressed in a windbreaker her helped her onboard a small boat. Another ten minutes later, and the boat pulled up alongside of a large cabin cruiser. A tall man with salt and pepper hair and beard met her at the stairs as she was helped up on deck. Tall and darkly handsome, Yuri had the sorts of looks most women liked. His eyes were intense and always seemed to fix on the person he was speaking to eye to eye. His upper body was covered in tattoos. Wearing an open neck shirt and white cotton slacks, he looked totally opposite her dressed up look. “Welcome, Sarah. I've been waiting for you. Welcome to international waters. Right now, you are in no country, just open water. Are you hungry? I have some fine seafood and a bottle of Moet &Chandon in he cabin below. We can talk while we eat. My name is Yuri, and I am very pleased to meet you.” The accent was evident, but his voice was charming as was his smile.

Boat

 

[Iridel]

She saw him coming, but hadn't expected him to show the familiarity he did as his arm slipped through hers. Sarah got ready to offer the money when he explained he was only there to make sure she'd come alone, and to take her to the next contact. The whole ride she was anxious, one leg bouncing as she stared out the window and took deep breaths to center herself. She didn't like the fact that they were driving away from the initial meeting place, and once or twice she considered taking out her phone and turning it on. But the sense of security gained from doing so might risk the chance that the picture would be circulated, so she never did.

She went from a car to a boat, and from the boat to a yacht that looked like something she would be sipping martinis on at brunch with her carefully selected group of friends. Whoever this was, Sarah had a feeling money wouldn't make them go away.

On board was a man clearly older than her own 23 years of age. He was handsome, and his name and accent marked him as Russian. The fact he was clean cut and clearly wealthy eased some of her nervousness. She'd been expecting someone looking for drug money, or something similar. This was clearly not that. Yuri had money of his own obviously, and thus far he was the perfect gentleman. That didn't mean she relaxed entirely though. He'd still brought her here under threat of blackmail. But years of having to smile and be polite despite any nerves or uncertainty kicked in and she offered him a smile. It was a little tense, and a little tight, but it was polite.

"I wish I could say the same Yuri, but I will take you up on your offer of food."

Her tone was polite even it held the same terseness born of anxiety that her smile did. The fingers curled around the strap of her purse tightened ever so slightly as she followed him down below deck. Sarah could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she was mentally berating herself for being so foolish as to buy that baggy of weed. She should have gotten something else. Melatonin maybe. At least that was fucking legal. She wanted to ask him what he wanted of her, try to end it quickly. But she didn't want to risk angering him even more. As clean cut and wealthy he appeared to be, Sarah could sense he was still a dangerous man.

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri smiled at her, not expecting her to be happy to be here after all. He was blackmailing her. But that would change, he was certain, in time. But like any other plan, it required the ground work. She was smart, he had done his research. The model daughter, but clearly not entirely. After all, likely the stress of being the model daughter was what had led her to his doorstep inadvertently. Something he was rather fond of. Sure this was about revenge on her father for the years he had taken away. But the idea of turning his daughter into his personal whore was appealing. And would be even if she wasn't her father's only child. She was a breathtaking woman. And what red blooded Russian didn't want to fuck an American Redhead? Their countries had hated one another so long that it was almost second nature even today for many. Fortunately for his job, he never truly hated Americans growing up, though he did blame them for destroying his world. But that was why he sold their youth drugs, to fuck their world.

Once at the dinning table in his cabin, he poured the champagne for her then himself. “I imagine you have questions. Are likely outraged about this even. And I'd be lying if I said I would feel any different if the tables were reversed,” he started the conversation. One of his crew brought out salads with dressing and shrimp cocktail. Once the man was gone again, he continued, “I can't imagine being your father's daughter is easy. I completely understand why you bought the marijuana, if that helps. But your father and I, well, let's just say we have a history. So I can appreciate how hard your life must be behind all the smiles. Is he still the same narcissistic arrogant bastard he was twenty years ago?”

“But I want to be clear, while this is about your father to some degree, you wouldn't be here if it was only about him. I would have simply leaked the photo and destroyed you in the process. But you deserve better treatment than that, even for being your father's daughter. The sins of the father and all that is all well and good, but a beautiful young woman like you, well, you deserve more. Don't you agree?” The way he looked at her likely told her exactly what he wanted from her in that moment, as he made no effort to conceal his desire.

 

[Iridel]

The fact that this was about her father was a no-brainer. Sarah had given him the perfect bomb to drop on Senator Walters' campaign. It was, however, a surprise that Yuri knew him well enough to know the sort of man he was. But she didn't wholly trust the sympathy he offered. Not when he looked at her with such obvious want.

"If you know him, then you know I can neither confirm nor deny the statement he's a bastard," she replied smoothly, "It's bad enough you have that photo. I don't think you'd need evidence of me slandering him to add to it."

And yet she hadn't defended the man. More importantly, even though her gaze was still wary there was a hint of curiosity. She was the wealthy daughter of a senator, about to marry a soon to be senator. What more could he offer her? Sarah didn't need his money.

"I will agree however, that I shouldn't be smeared because of my father's choices," she continued, "Is that what you're hoping to gain then? Something more damning than his daughter buying pot?"

The attempt to draw more information without giving any wasn't well disguised. There was no need to pretend she was being cautious. They both knew where things stood.

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri smirked at her boldness. She was a smart girl, definitely. So he would treat her as such. Give her the respect he knew her father didn't give her, and likely as not, neither than her fiancee who was little more than a younger version of his father. Driven by their own appetites and needs, and the rest of the world be damned. And while he wasn't naive enough to think he was much different in that regard,. The difference was what he had to offer her. He would treat her as she was, an intelligent woman who wanted better than what she was looking at for the rest of her foreseeable life. That she met his own lust for her with curiosity only made him want to fuck her more.

“Shall we be frank with one another? No games, no bullshit? For the next ten minutes I promise to be honest with you if you do the same with me, deal?” he offered her. Regardless if she played by the rules or not, he felt he would be able to detect falsehoods. He had after all survived all these years despite every turn against him being pushed. Not only survived, but prospered beyond his wildest dreams. “Quite honestly, I know that while he would never admit it, you are very important to him. Not only as his only child of course, but the fact that you have been the model child to a man who doesn't deserve it. And of course, as trade goods to offer your fiancee for his support in the Senate. Do you want to be a lobbyist by spreading your legs for a man who will never love you? Never care about what you want or need? To be forced to buy more and more pot to be able to sleep at night? Is that what you want out of life?” he hit her fast and hard with questions. Even though he knew the answer to each and every one of them already.

“Of course you don't, you're far too intelligent to waste your life something that you get zero out of. Money isn't something that will sway you any more than it would me, we both are rich beyond our needs,” he confirmed for her. “But I offer you something that they do not even know how to give you: a choice. And while you may argue it's not much of a choice, if you think about it for a moment, its not nearly as one sided as it seems. First option you know, you reject my offer and go home to find your photo on the front page of the Post or the Times or both. You go to jail for a small sentence, and are disgraced in public, which would be enough to hurt your father and your fiancee, but not enough to cost either of them their elections. After all, if they weren't cold heartless bastards who would throw you under the bus for their own gains, we wouldn't be having this conversation. And quite honestly, I am not after his career. No. I want to destroy the man, utterly. I want him to know what it is like to be robbed of something precious by somebody who takes it for their own ends. He took ten years of my life to get elected to his first term in Congress. I want to pay him back in blood, and with interest.”

Pausing a moment, he told her, “I want you. Not just tonight, but from now on. I want you to become mine, completely. In exchange what do I offer you for this most precious of prizes? I offer you the life style of a pampered woman. A man who will give you the affection and life you deserve. The world will be your oyster, as they say.” Looking her in the eye, he smiled softly, “Do you think you will get a better offer elsewhere?”

 

[Iridel]

She didn't need to say anything for him to know his questions hit home. Her gaze fell away from his and her lips pursed slightly as though she had considered denying those claims. But she remained silent, hearing him out on his offer. In the silence that met his question Sarah was thinking.

His offer was tempting. She'd be lying to say it wasn't. Even though Yuri was old enough to be her father himself he was a handsome man, and he was offering her freedom.

Now wasn't that ironic? A Russian offering freedom to an American.

But she knew better than to blindly accept. She liked what he placed on the table, and certainly wanted to have more of a say in her life, but she hardly knew him. Accepting fully right then would be foolish.

"How about this," she said finally, lifting her gaze to look back at him as she steepled her fingers, "You give me one week to make a final decision. During that week I'll be yours and you show me what it is you're offering. It's one thing to make a promise, and another to keep it."

Leaning back in her seat she crossed one leg over the other and smoothed the skirt of her dress.

"I'm sure you'll understand when I add that discretion will be incredibly important?"

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri smiled at her, she was every bit as smart as he thought. She was right of course, keeping his promise to her was the true test to her. But he knew that he had no reason to lie to her. He would get what he wanted through treating her right: she would become his perfect American Whore. He would fuck her as he willed, when and where he willed. Offer her to whom he willed. But he would also treat her like a very prized and pampered whore. A girl who would have her every whim catered to. A life of luxury for her. Fanciful places to travel, the best restaurants. Everything she could want. And he would let her use her brain as well. They would make a power couple the likes of which none had ever seen before in the modern digital age.

With this, he could give up crime and turn to international business, where she would be an invaluable partner. And there would be fewer people out to kill either of them that way. What good was having a personal whore who was as hot as she was, if one of them was always in the cross hairs? None was his answer. “I accept your terms,” he told her firmly. “And of course I understand discretion. Why do you think I went through what I did to get you here? By the way, your car is safely moved so that tongues won't wag. Hopefully nobody is expecting you home tonight?” he asked her with a grin.

Pushing back slightly from the table, he motioned for her to stand up, and beckoned her over to him. Patting his lap, he made it clear where he wished her to sit. It was time to show her some of the things to expect. He was not cruel to his women, only his enemies. Despite what she thought and what he had told her, he knew her father was very secretly proud of his daughter, and loved her very much. Her betrayal, her corruption, would break him utterly. It would destroy the proud man much worse than any other thing that could be done to him. And that made Yuri happy.

 

[Iridel]

Her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as he agreed. Sarah had been prepared to have to bargain with him or convince him to let her have that week. She'd expected him to act like the other men in her life. The fact that she had been so ready to defend herself was an eye opener in and of itself. The promise of discretion and the knowledge her car had been moved out of sight let her relax further.

Getting up she went and perched on his lap, settling herself down one leg. Her own legs neatly crossed themselves, and she reached up to let down her hair. Sarah had a feeling she'd be here a while and if that was the case she might as well get a little comfortable. For the time being she set the bobby pins she'd used to keep it in place on the table and gave her hair a brief finger combing.

"Why don't we play a little game. It's one that Daniel lost even though he doesn't know it. The rules are simple. I offer a hypothetical situation, and you tell me how you would respond."

She offered it casually, but the glance she gave him was calculated. This game was a means of getting a taste of just how much choice she could hope to have. Obviously not everything could be learned from something so simple, but it had been enough to prepare her for how stifling a relationship with Daniel would be.

"Let's say one day I decide I want to find a job. Something that puts my business management degree, and/or the marketing and campaign experience I've gained to use. How would that make you feel?"

Blue eyes searched his face to gauge his initial reaction. Her fiance had frowned, and asked her why she would ever want to and wasn't it enough to have the degree and help her father with his campaign. Of course she couldn't be the campaign manager or be given a title, that would be nepotism. Besides, she was going to be a politician's wife. That should be enough.

 

[Procyonix]

Watching her get comfortable while she was in his lap was an interesting experience. In many ways, she was older than he years, and far wiser. And very comfortable being herself in an uncomfortable situation. These were both good things so far as he was concerned. And quite honestly, he like how she felt in his lap. Even as she brought up the game, which seemed interesting enough, he was already softly stroking her through her dress. Nothing excessively forward, just getting a feel for her body, learning her curves. Nodding, he smiled, “I will be happy to play your little challenge. After all, I wish to prove myself to you.” Her question made him smirk. Little did she know what he had just been thinking about, and that made him feel a step ahead.

“Well, why would I wish to keep you from using your brain? I mean I actually was thinking if this is something that works for us, that perhaps I would offer you a chair at my table as it were, I don't always want to be a criminal, and your mind would be invaluable to me. So I certainly have no issues. And for the record, if you wished to work on your own independent of my work, while I would be disappointed, I would not stop you or seek to,” the answer was full and to the point. More so, it showed her that he had already considered her wanting to use her intellect and skills. A degree was nice, but using it for something you liked was always a better option.

While waiting for her response to his reply, he kissed her neck softly, stroking her long hair that she had let out. Bringing her beautiful red mane to his nose, he drank in her scent: sweet, crisp, exquisitely feminine. “Do you realize how long a woman like you has been a dream? I've always been partial to your hair color, not to mention those wonderful freckles. You are truly breathtaking. I will be honest, I can't wait to take you to bed,” he told her directly, but very honestly.

 

[Iridel]

"Good answer," she said, "Keep it up and you just might get what you want."

Oh this was dangerous. Not just because he was a criminal but because his answer had a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and the feel of his lips at her throat made her breath catch. Daniel had never made her heart skip with his compliments. Had never caused her to stumble a moment like Yuri just did. Her freckles were the last thing she expected to have complimented. Her foundation hid all but the most stubborn ones across the bridge of her nose, and most comments she got about them weren't that anyone was partial to them, but that they were kind of cute. Or when caught without makeup she had too many.

It was too soon to let him have such an upper hand though. With a deep breath she composed herself and gave him a half smile.

"I bet you say that to all the redheads," she teased, "You should be ashamed Yuri. Seducing women several years your junior."

She couldn't have teased Daniel in such a way. He couldn't take a joke at his expense. But something told her this man could.

"Next question is easy. Or at least it should be. If you order a meal and it's subpar, but the service is excellent, do you still tip?"

The sound of Daniel's scoff in response would always be remembered. So spoiled and wrapped up in his world of money and politics, he couldn't understand the quality of the food was on the kitchen not the server, and that punishing the latter did nothing to the former. It showed how poor his character was that he wouldn't even attempt to understand it. Would a Russian criminal prove to be a better man in this regard too?

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri smirked at the tease she gave him. "Well, you'll just have to find out if I do or not, won't you?" he teased her right back. His mouth at her neck, he bit it gently before taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth and scraping them gently along the edge, his breath hot and moist against the short hairs at her nape. "And i assure you, seducing you is only the start. The world we share will beyond your wildest dreams, and the sex... oh the sex... Let me show you what awaits you," he told her huskily. Taking her delicate hand in his, he pressed it on his erection through the soft slacks. Even though he was pressed against her ass, his cock was big enough that she would still be able to feel it with her hand. "Is Daniel that big?" he asked her almost tauntingly, yet in a good natured tease.

"And why would I punish the wait staff for the incompetence of the cook? In Mother Russia, I would go in the kitchen and either cut the cooks fingers off, or put his face in the meat tenderizer for serving you bad food..." he waited for her reaction, before busting out a huge grin, "I am joking... I would not do such a thing with you with me. I hope to break from that life with you, as I have said. But when it comes to you, I will never accept less than the best for you. So not only would I not take it out on the wait staff, I would have him take it back and tell the cook to keep working at it until he gets it right, and not bring it out before that. And the waiter would get a larger tip if he had the balls to actually tell the cook that."

Looking at her, as he turned her face to his and kissed her deeply this time, a long deep hungry kiss. It was possessive and very powerfully dominant. So far as he was concerned, she was already his, and his kiss spoke that in spades. "I reward competence, bravery, and loyalty. The opposite is true for those with the opposite qualities. And my women, well, they get the world for what they give me, but keep in mind, I will expect everything from you. I will not lie about that to you, for I want you to trust and understand me. I know I am how you say... complicated man?"

 

[Iridel]

He was bigger than Daniel all right, even though she didn't tell him so. Her palm grazed across his length as he gave his answer, pausing a moment as he detailed how'd he punish the chef. She pulled away just the slightest bit until he said he was joking. Relaxing she got ready to present him with another question when he kissed her. It sent heat rushing straight to her core, and she melted into it without a second thought. That one kiss woke more desire inside her than any her fiance had given her.

"Well it's only fair considering I'd expect the same in return," she said, her voice growing thick with lust, "Especially after everything you've promised."

She couldn't help the guilt that began nagging at her. He was still a stranger but she felt drawn to him. Sarah wanted to know the world he saw for them. The things he'd do to her in bed. But that gaudy rock on her finger reminded her she had commitments. Reluctantly she pulled her hand away from his lap and drew in a shaky breath to center herself.

"I must say too that a complicated man is much more interesting than a simple one. There's more to be learned about them every time you meet," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "We haven't even finished this little visit and I'm already wondering what side of yourself I'll get to see during the next one."

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri smiled warmly. Deciding she deserved to know the history between her father an himself, as well as what sort of man she was getting involved with, he started to explain, "I promise you will have many facets of me to learn, not all will be to your liking most likely. As until this affair with your father is done, I am still a criminal, a career one that has worked for some of the most brutal crime families in my native land. Brutality isn't my style, when it can be avoided, as I think you see with how I am approaching getting back at your father. But there are things I am not proud of in my past. The irony of it all, was I was looking to go straight when I came to America. But as Interpol had a file on me from the old days, a rather overzealous FBI agent running for Congress as soon as he retired decided to bust me. And without sufficient evidence, fabricated what he needed and ran it past a friendly judge. I went to jail in a new country without committing a crime. I won't say that my past crimes in Europe didn't warrant incarceration, far from it. If i had been arrested in Russia we wouldn't be having this conversation today. As I would be in a landfill by now. But he never gave me the chance to plead my case to a judge that i was willing to do time for past crimes if need be but that I hadn't done anything in America and had come her for Asylum."

Sighing, he shrugged, "And so while in prison, which American prisons are so... luxurious, I made connections, started my organization and when I came out, well. I became exactly what your father wanted me to be. All the while, looking for a way to get my revenge. Then you grew into a beautiful and desirable woman, and I know I had the means to it at last. I wanted you regardless, and that you were your father's only daughter was the icing on the cake. And so here we are. If this goes as I wish, you and I, I do plan to give up crime, and retire to a life of legitimate business, of that, you have my word. I have already founded the business and keep it separate from my criminal activities so that it is not implicated in anyway. I want it to be clean, untainted by my past. Which is why I want you at my side in business. I could then be the silent partner and you the public face and representative for the firm, with equal rights in all decisions. To further distance my past history from this venture."

Kissing her again, he whispered hotly against her lips, "Any more questions for your game, or are you ready to finish dinner and move to the pleasurable aspect of your visit? I need you." His own hand was between her thighs, stroking the soft insides of her skin. Fingers danced delicately, intentionally avoiding her panties, not touching her quite that intimately yet, though the touches he was doing were very intimate still. More he was teasing her, showing her that their sex wouldn't be just sex. He would give her the sorts of intimacy she should have been able to expect from Daniel, but couldn't.

 

[Iridel]

She hadn't expected him to have a spotless past. But she hadn't known her father's part in his incarceration. But it also pulled at the strings of naivety that still existed despite her intelligence and maturity. He wanted to better himself. To leave crime behind and possibly build something with her. Any young woman who was even the slightest bit a romantic would be tempted by that. Sarah was just smart enough not to show it.

But anything she might have had to say or ask was wiped by another kiss. It scattered her thoughts and warmed her in dangerous ways. His fingers were just as bad as they tripped along her skin. Swallowing hard she glanced down at the ring on her finger. Guilt told her to leave now. To not let it go any further. Cheating emotionally was still an awful thing ... But to make it physical felt like going too far. And yet Yuri made her ache. He hadn't even touched her properly yet and she was soaked.

Her teeth worried at her lower lip as she tried to decide what to do. Taking a deep breath she swiped her thumb over the large diamond on her finger.

"I shouldn't," she said, "I've given you this week, but I still have commitments."

Duty won out over desire. Her entire life had been doing what was right for someone else, not for herself. It was a habit she couldn't simply break. The guilt of it was nagging at her, reminding her that the commitment she made agreeing to marrying Daniel came first. Even if she felt absolutely nothing for the man.

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri gave her a chuckle, a soft wry sound. "Oh, I understand you have commitments,' he told her gently. "But even more than you remember it seems," he teased her softly. His mouth was at her neck again, hot, fierce and possessive now. Kisses and firm bites interwoven with the touches beneath her dress. "You offered the week, and that you would be mine in that week while you decided. So mine means just that, mine. And your fiancee will have to deal. After all, if you are going to use commitments as an excuse, you don't get to choose which ones you will honor or not. Is that understood?" The tone he used was that of a man speaking to somebody that was his, not quite property, but belonged to him regardless. Yuri was a very dominant man, intense and powerful, used to having it his way. And she would be no exception.

Lifting her off of his lap, he stood up before taking her hand in his and leading her to the king sized bed in the next cabin over. It filled the majority of the room, since they were in a boat after all. Without any further ado, he pushed her towards the bed, so that she landed softly on it. "So now, we shall honor your commitments, da? Undress for me, show me what I am buying with your pictures. I know the brain I am getting, and the wonderful mind is very arousing. But time to see what is under this dress of yours," his voice was firm, commanding. "Outside of bed, I will treat you as my equal, but in bed, you belong to me, da? Make no mistake."

 

[Iridel]

Oh he was evil. He took the guilt away by removing the situation from her control. The tone of his voice offered no room for haggling or twisting the situation to both meet the requirements of their agreement and remain faithful. Not only that, but he was right. You couldn't pick and choose which promises you made good on. It was simply out of her hands.

And really ... How could she deny him when his lips and teeth against her skin stole her breath away? When that possessiveness he showed made her feel more wanted than she ever had?

He was met with no further resistance as he led her to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed where he'd nudged her, teeth grazing her lower lip at his command. Rising she slid the straps of her dress slowly down her shoulders before reaching back to undo the zipper. Only once it was being held on by just her arms did she let it slide down to pool around her feet.

Beneath it she wore a black strapless bra that cupped her full breasts lovingly, and a matching thong. Not only was she clean shaven, but there was the only act of rebellion she had ever taken resting on her right hip. From a distance it could be easily mistaken for an oddly shaped birthmark. But closer inspection would reveal a little bird sitting right on the hip bone. It was the only secret she had kept from her father before the weed and Yuri. And it's position and size was such that all but the skimpiest of swimwear would still hide it.

"This is all you wanted, right?" she asked, a glint of playful mischief in her eyes even as she did her best to look utterly innocent.

Without the guilt chewing at her she was free to enjoy this, and to enjoy him.

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri's breath caught as she slipped the dress open, even as she held it teasingly against her body. She might be a good girl and all, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of her sexuality or the sensual nature of her breathtaking body. Her playful nature boded well for them as a couple. If she could relax to be playful with him, trust him with that level of intimacy on their first night together, well then he saw a great future for them together. And she seemed very much to respond to his possessiveness, his commanding nature. That part was to be expected, really. She had been been an obedient daughter, and then an obedient and dutiful fiancee to a disgusting man. Shaking his head no, he smiled at her.

Undoing his belt, he let his slacks fall to the ground before stepping out of them and his deck shoes at the same time, letting her see the bulge in his boxers for the first time. The hard rigid cock was pulsing in the soft cotton material, eager to plunder her young body. With her orange red hair loose, he moved to her and took it in his hand. Pulling her by the hair firmly but not harshly, he pulled her against him. Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her again, even as his freehand undid her strapless bra and let it fall off of her body. "I expect," he told her huskily against her mouth as the kiss ended, "that Daniel is a very vanilla lover? Missionary and if he's feeling wild a blow job? I bet he never goes down on you. And the idea of fucking your ass is right out of his mind.. Too naughty for the Senator's Daughter."

Kissing her firmly, and biting her neck firmly enough to leave a bruise on her neck, or what in his youth they called a hickey, he moved behind her and cupped those full breasts. "Would it make this easier for you if I told you that right now, while you are here with me, Daniel is seeing one of my hookers? And I assure you, he'll be fucking her ass tonight. I think what's good for the Gander is good for the goose, don't you?" Pressing her down onto the bed, her ass sticking up and her face down flush against the pillows, Yuri peeled her soaked panties off. Parting her legs enough, he let his tongue find her soft wet folds, and he licked gently, pressing his tongue inside her, savoring the copious fluids that already made her pussy ready for sex. But he wanted to treat her the way her man didn't. Make her cum and cum and cum tonight. When she went home to her family the next morning, she would be a very well fucked woman, and a happy one.

 

[Iridel]

"He is," she purred in response, slim fingers trailing over the bulge in his underwear.

The bite made her inhale sharply and she tipped her head as to offer him it again. Sarah didn't care about any marks he left. Love bites and hickeys could be hid if you had the right concealer. It stung knowing that Daniel was likely out with another woman. What was worse was that Yuri was probably correct in thinking he'd be giving that hooker things he wouldn't give her.

"I couldn't agree more. Too bad he doesn't realize he's missing out."

Laying back on the bed she felt the anticipation coiling in her belly as he pulled off her underwear. She'd only got this from Daniel once, and she'd had to nag and harp at him. In the end it had been a disappointment. But when Yuri's tongue slid over her little sparks of pleasure ran up her spine and her breath caught a moment. Her fingers slid through his hair, nails gently teasing his scalp.

 

[Procyonix]

Nodding, Yuri smiled. "Da," he teased. "While he may not, I do. And I plan to enjoy what he will not." She had rolled over onto her back, and while it hadn't been quite what he had in mind, he certainly wasn't going to argue right now. Unlike her fiancee apparently, Yuri didn't mind going down on a woman, and in the right situation, rather enjoyed it. And tonight, well tonight would be all about enjoyment, for both of them. Parting her legs wider, her played his fingers over her slick heated core, even as his tongue and teeth teased her clit. There were times, when sex wasn't about oneself, but rather one's partner, and this was one of those time. To get what he ultimately wanted, he would need to win her over. And that meant show her that he could give her things she couldn't get elsewhere: orgasms for one.

And so he went to work on her pussy, giving it a thorough work over. Tongue teeth and fingers worked in harmony along her pleasure surfaces, as he lapped at her wetness. Despite it all, he wanted her to be happy, even if he did want her to be his little personal whore. A happy whore was a good one. And he wanted only the best. Once he felt her at the edge of climax, he stopped and held her there, teasingly. "So," he asked her softly, "Sarah, what do you want right now?" The teasing was there, he was taunting her, knowing she was on the edge, and making her beg him for her pleasure now.

 

[Iridel]

Sarah hadn't thought it could be this good. That she could feel this kind of mind numbing pleasure. His mouth and fingers made her arch and writhe, and a litany of "Yes," "Oh god," "There," and "Don't stop," spilled from between her lips. She could feel the pleasure building, coiling in her belly until she was almost there. All she needed was a little more ...

And he stopped.

The whine that left her was reflexive and needy. Eyes that had been closed now half opened to look down at him.

"I want to cum," she groaned, "Please Yuri, make me cum. I'm so close ... I just need a little more. Please ..."

She was shameless in her pleading. Her voice dripped with want and need, and her blue eyes begged him to give her what she wanted. The fingers in his hair pressed against his scalp, trying to pull him back to her. He had her so close, and it had felt so fucking good.

"Please ... Just a little more, Yuri. Let me cum ..."

 

[Procyonix]

Yuri could see she was at her wits end, the way she had been responding to him had been almost a dream to him. And he almost felt bad for stopping her short. Nearly. Not quite though. Orgasm denial was a pretty large part in training a woman to be yours. Teaching her that you gave and took it away based on her behavoir. However, in this case, she had been nothing but wonderful. And so as she writhed trying to get him to get her off, he smiled. “You've been good, Sarah, so I will let you cum..” `

Shifting slightly, his mouth fastened once more on her clit and he attacked it with a fervor now. His mouth attached like an attachment to her sex, and he used it to great effect. Sucking and biting gently as needed , his fingers worked inside her feverishly until she climaxed, he pushed her harder and harder, and didn't let up until she was done.

Once she was finished, he backed up slowly, and finished undressing himself while she recovered. Moving to her once they were both naked, he sat down on the bed next to her. “So is there anything you've not done yet, or had done to to you that you want to try? I already know Daniel hasn't fucked that sweet ass, but that's for dessert.”

 

[Iridel]

It didn't take much to bring her to that release. The focus on her clit paired with the way his fingers stroked her sent her toppling over the edge. Sarah cried out for him, short nails digging into his scalp as her thighs closed around his head. Her cry became a whine as he pushed her higher, and her hips arched and jerked against him.

It was unlike any orgasm she'd had before. The pleasure seemed to sweep through her entire being and left her breathless at the end of it. As it passed she could still feel her walls twitching as if from aftershocks, and it took a moment before she could properly form words.

Turning towards him she propped herself up on her arm and drank in the sight of him. He was magnificent, and the satisfaction that had begun to settle over her was replaced with fresh want. This man was willing to give her whatever she asked for, and was more than willing to go to lengths Daniel wouldn't with her. That alone was a thrill for Sarah.

"I've always wanted to know what it is to have rough sex," she said finally, "To want and be wanted so much that there's nothing gentle left. To wake up in the morning sore all over with faded marks to the remember the night by."

Sitting up fully she said her fingers over the shaft of his hard cock.

"I want to be treated like a woman and not a thing of spun glass."