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A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

Yuri smiled at her, knowing that powerful climax had been his doing. There was something gratifying about that, no matter how many times it happened. And this was special, this wasn't just any woman. And that made it all the more wonderful. Though he was somewhat surprised that it was less about who she was in that moment, than about the pleasure he had given her. Her request brought a second smile out, larger than the first and he nodded. “I can most certainly do that for you,” he told her.

Pulling her to him gently so as to not disturb the hand she was stroking him with, he kissed her hungrily. The softness was ebbing away, and the forcefulness she had asked for was replacing it. Yuri was more at ease with rough, it was more to his nature. It wasn't that he was against romance, far from him. He just found few women who he wanted to share it with that returned the feelings. Sarah might be the one who did, but their relationship would still be more rough than soft. After all, he wasn't grooming her to be his wife, or simply lover, but to be his whore. And that meant an entirely different method of training. After all, whore's were meant to be used.

That she would be sore in the morning with marks to remember the night by was never in doubt, but having her ask for rough sex made it even more arousing. Turning her back onto her hands and knees, he pressed her face down into the mattress before moving into position behind her. Rubbing that hard shaft she had just been exploring along her wet slit, which was drooling her pleasure, he shoved his cock into her roughly. No warning, no teasing, just suddenly she was full of cock buried into her up to his balls. She was tight, very tight. Not giving her much time to adjust, he pressed her shoulder blades down to pin her to the bed, and started to pound her, and pound her hard. It was raw, primal sex. He wasn't making love to her, he was fucking her, claiming her in much the same way as cave men had claimed their mates. The way he touched her, there was no doubt who she belonged to at that moment.
 
She felt the change from sweet to forceful in his kiss. Embraced it by nipping at his lower lip. As he guided her to her hands and knees only to push her into the bed she felt a shiver run down her spine. And without warning or preparation he was filing her.

Her fingers grabbed at the sheets as he drove in hard and a sharp cry flew from her lips. He was thicker and longer than Daniel, and he filled her tight cunt to the point of aching. Pinned like she was she couldn't pull away to lessen the force of each thrust, and she was left simply taking what he gave her. Sarah wasn't about to complain though. Not when it felt so fucking good.

Each slam of his cock sent a shockwave through her. The forceful way he held her down, treated her like she belonged to him, gave her that sense of being desired she'd craved for so long. It was far and above anything her fiance had given her, and she already knew just this once wouldn't be enough. Not when her body was so eagerly responding. Her hips arching each time he drove in, and pleas for more, to have it harder, to be ruined and used, tumbled freely from her mouth.

It was as though all those secrets wants and needs were finally being given permission to be said and acknowledged. Sarah herself hadn't even known how much she'd been needing this until Yuri gave it to her. After living a life that required such strict control and picture perfect decorum, to have none of that was absolutely liberating.
 
There were women who said they wanted rough sex, that wanted to be controlled, dominated, owned. And then the first time a man broke with the script, those same women often were the first ones to tell a man that they were crazy. And then there were those who truly loved it. That needed it and craved it. Where it wasn't a trend or a fad brought on by pop culture. Women who blossomed under the touch of a powerful and dominant man. Sarah was one of those women it seemed. It had been very a very long time since a woman had responded so amazingly to him, to his touch. There had been no exterior signs before she asked. No hoopla, just plain and simple. Make her feel like a woman.

Yuri would certainly make her feel like that, a woman, but a kept woman, his woman. Would that be enough for her? Or would she too feel trapped? Somehow, he didn't think she would. Her life to this point had been a gilded cage. And while an argument could be made for the life he was offering her was no different, there was a major difference at least so far as he saw it: he was giving her the choice.

But for now, all that mattered was the sex between them, the raw passion not tempered or mitigated by any sense of morality or decorum. This was about him, the man, wanting her, the woman, badly enough that he would make her his by any means necessary. He wondered how many people truly understood that idea, that concept? The need for another human being so strong that you were willing to do whatever it took to have them?

Sarah seemed to. All to well she seemed to instinctively understand what he wanted and was doing to her. Forcing himself upon her, yes, but in a way that showed her the value in her, the hunger he had for her. Any guy could go to the internet and pick out a nice leather dog collar and put it on a girl and tell her she belonged to him. That was the easy part. The hard part, and infinitely more important part was making her know it, feel it, crave it. To want to be his. That was what a truly dominant man would do. Would he be that man for her?
 
When she came his name was carried on her cry of pleasure. Her hips arched and pressed as her body trembled beneath him. Fingers curled in the sheets as each thrust pushed her orgasm higher and her tight walls gripped his cock. He brought her to heights she hadn't known existed, and as the first faded a second was there to take its place. It seemed endless, overwhelming, and incredible all at the same time.

Her curiosities hadn't gone so far as to come across the words dom and sub, or even hint at that particular subset of desires. If she had though she would have better understood her want for this, and why being used like this was incredible as it was. But she didn't. And she had no inkling of how much further it could go. What she did know though was that Yuri was incredible. That he made her feel more desired than any man ever had.

"Oh god, Yuri ... I've never ..." she said, barely managing to get the words out between sounds of pleasure, "Fuck ... It's so good ..."

And to think he still had more to show her. He'd brought her to a point were, in this moment at least, she wanted to give him everything he wanted and more. She wanted to be his completely.
 
Yuri loved the way they were together, hot, intense, perfect. They would only get better, he knew, as they grew more comfortable with one another. But there was no doubt in his mind that she had already succumbed to his will, and the remaining week would be a formality at most. Her climax rolled through her again and again, and he did the best he could to hold strong against the surge of her pleasure. At his age, it wasn't the easiest thing to do necessarily. Still he was in good shape, and worked hard to keep it that way. As they mingled and touched, their bodies becoming one and the same before parting momentarily only to reunite. The motion of the boat adding to their own lovemaking. That at that precise moment, they were barely twenty miles due east from her home, as if taunting her father from a distance where his daughter was being corrupted and made love to in a way she hadn't experienced before. Even that didn't stop Yuri, the idea of the victory over her father. No, this was also about the two of them. And he wanted her to be his fully.

Grunting with passion, murmuring alternating sweet tender words and utter vulgarities both in English and Russian, Yuri fucked her hard into the mattress before laying down full atop her, pinning her to the bed flat. Hooking his arms behind her elbows, he arched her back to raise her head up as he fucked her mercilessly. "That's it...Кто тут моя маленькая грязная потаскушка, малыш?" His language shifting back and forth in no particular order. And growling in passion and growing heat, Yuri pounded her even rougher into the bed before cumming inside her with a load long moan... That he had asked her who was his little whore in Russian was something likely as not, she would miss.
 
Sarah didn't know what he said or what he called her. But the tone of his voice was positively wicked, and the desire in it needed no translation. Even if she had known it she would have answered it was her. That she was his little whore.

Being lifted and bent back meant a new angle for him to fill her. It meant him getting to see the bliss on her face as her head fell back onto his shoulder when that final climax hit. Her tight walls milked his cock, coaxing every last drop he could give her even after it had passed and she was left breathless and satisfied.

Still held in that bent back position she felt like some deep itch had finally been scratched. The position itself wasn't wholly uncomfortable, and it created a physical closeness she appreciated. Turning her head she brushed her lips against his jaw.

"That was incredible," she purred, and with a mischevious quirk of her lips added, "For an old man."

Sarah knew that teasing him could be dangerous. But she felt more at ease with him than she did with anyone else, and at the moment she didn't have enough of her wits about her to consider just how he might respond to such a playful taunt.
 
Yuri chuckled at her, "Old man? I'll show you an old man... You're not too old to get a thorough spanking." Even if he feigned being annoyed his eyes would have given him away. While a powerful criminal, he wasn't a man without a sense of humor. Besides, it gave him a reason to spank her, which he planned on doing regardless. Allowing himself to slide out of her as they kissed briefly again, and rolled off of her. Though there was no rest for her, as he pulled her over his lap and exposed her ass to his torment. Raising his hand, he cupped it for maximum effect and then started to smack her bare ass. The first couple of slaps were soft, but with each it increased until he was spanking her solidly.

"You've been spoiled and treated like a fragile little thing your entire life.. That ends with me. This does not mean I won't pamper you and treat you properly. But you will be treated like a woman. A very sexual woman. I mean to make you my slut, are you prepared for that?" The words were not spoken harshly, not in the least. You will do what I tell you, when I tell you. Da?" His voice was forceful, and very masculine. The tone was clear, disagreement was not an option. Yuri was a man who was used to getting his way, and she would be no exception. If she agreed to this, she would be his possession, albeit prized possession, and he wanted her to be fully aware of that.

"Do not mistake my generosity and desire for our partnership as weakness," he went on to say. "You do and will belong to me, completely. Is that understood? This is not something open for debate. However, you will get everything I have told you as well. So long as you remember that." Releasing her from his lap, he let her move if she chose to. Though it was a test, as he hadn't told her she could move yet. "Do you accept my terms?"
 
She felt a little thrill run down her spine as he threatened to spank her, only to feel that sweet anticipation tighten in her belly when he made good on that threat. Bent over his lap she received the first spanking of her life. It hurt, and she knew it was meant to, but even with the burning ache his hand created there was pleasure to be found. The warmth of that pain seemed to spread down between her legs leaving her wet and ready for him once again.

Hearing his terms Sarah knew she couldn't deny him. Not with the way he satisfied needs she hadn't known she had.

"Yes."

Oblivious to the unspoken test she moved to sit up. She left his lap only briefly to get up before sitting right back down there. Her lips skimmed over his jaw. Even though she didn't say it, she'd made up her mind. She would be his. It would be risky sneaking around and avoiding the gaze of the press, but for this, for the chance to have the kind of happiness she deserved, it would be worth it.
 
Smirking, he nodded. He knew the answer before she said it. Though she was failing his test by moving off of his lap. He could punish her for it, probably should, but the reason she did was to kiss him, to be intimate. It was hard to be upset about that, as it showed the same commitment. So rather than punish, he took her by the back of the head and pressed her lips to his in a powerful kiss. It was possessive, telling her just how much she belonged to him. Once the kiss ended, her whispered against her lips, "Normally, I would punish you for getting up without my permission. However this time, as it was for you to show intimacy befitting an owned woman, I will let it go. But keep that in mind." His voice was deep and husky, filled with the raw magnetism he had, as well as that hint of danger from him being who and what he was. That he was a criminal and a good one, was not something he hid from her. He would be going straight he hoped, but it wouldn't be overnight, and he knew it. Old habits were hard to break.

Sliding her off of his lap, he stood up and moved to the small night table next to the bed as the boat bobbed in the ocean serenely. "I anticipated your answer, and already have made the proper arrangements," he explained. Picking up a small jewelry box from the night stand, he made his way back to her. The boat usually would house 6 cabins, but he had reduced it to four so that his cabin was room sized for nights like now, when he chose to bring a woman on board. Looking her in the eyes, he held them as he opened the box allowing her to see the contents. A gleaming diamond choker with a charm hanging down. On it was the word "owned" in clear lettering. "Lift your hair, Sarah," Yuri commanded. "You are to wear this at all times, is that understood? I am sure your foolish fiancee will think that he is the one who owns you, so there is likely to be no issues. But you will know the truth."

Holding the necklace in front of her, his eyes still fixed on hers as if daring her not to do it. Though he didn't want her not to, he knew that if she refused, this time their would be a punishment. There would likely be several in the coming weeks as she came to terms with who and what she was. She was his pet, his lover, his slut, and his whore. And she would find out soon enough just what that meant. Her descent from sweet decent girl would be complete. But he would let her use her brain and skill as much as she wanted when sex wasn't involved. His hands inches from her face held the choker open ready to put it on her and make it official.
 
"I will," she said, tucking the little lesson away for future use.

The ache in her bottom was quickly forgotten though as he showed her the choker. It was beautiful, and simple. Daniel would no doubt believe she'd bought it to wear for him. After a brief moment of awe inspired silence, she lifted her hair and exposed her throat to him. The order to never remove it was unnecessary. Sarah knew she never would the moment she saw it.

Once it was placed on her neck she said her fingers over the diamonds and down over the little charm.

"It's beautiful," she breathed, "Thank you."

Although accustomed to jewels and gifts of such a nature, she understood there was significance to this one. And he'd hear that understanding in the almost reverent tone of her voice even if she didn't fully understand what that significance was.

She would come to know it though. What it meant to be owned, and to be owned by him. This was only the beginning.
 
Yuri smiled at her, pleased that she liked it. He knew he really shouldn't be all that pleased, since her approval was unnecessary, yet it did. Perhaps it was simply the idea of giving her something she liked that meant so much more than any other piece of jewelry she would ever own was another pin in her father's world. He would worry about it more later, right now, he had a newly collared pet to take care of, to teach what it meant to be owned by him. Pressing a button on the intercom, he directed the boat back to harbor and had them call ahead for his driver. Once done, he returned his undivided attention to Sarah. "We will be heading to my home soon, my pet. I have a play room for us. There are two more things that I will require of you to make you fully understand what it means to be mine," he explained. "This will be a test of your obedience, and of your willingness to do something that most likely is out of your comfort zone by a good stretch. I am giving you a second chance, since your first failure ended up well enough," he continued.

As the boat arrived at the dock, a large black limousine with tinted windows dark enough to keep whatever was inside hidden from view. As they arrived, he told her to put on her underwear, stockings and heels, and nothing else. He placed his jacket over her shoulders to give her a little modesty, and also to keep her warm from the breeze. Before he guided her to the vehicle. Once he opened the door, what she found inside was surprising. A massively muscular black man with a shaved head. Like Yuri, he was dressed very well, in a shirt and tie, the jacket did nothing to hide the shoulder holstered gun. Yuri let her in first, then sat down next to her so that she was between the two men. Once the car started, he told her, "Take his cock out, and start sucking it, I want you to take as much of that monster between his legs into your mouth and throat as you can manage."
 
She wasn't going to let him down a second time. There was a nervous sort of excitement in the pit of her stomach at going to his home, and having her limits tested. It wasn't often she stepped outside her comfort zone, and having someone there to push her to do so was thrilling.

Dressing as instructed, she folded her dress to make sure she didn't leave it and followed him out to the car. What she saw getting inside wasn't what she expected. The black man was massive, and she had just gotten comfortable between them when Yuri gave his orders.

It gave Sarah pause. Not because she had anything against doing it, but because the idea of someone wanting to share was completely foreign to her. She only hesitated long enough to glance at him and make sure she wasn't about to fail some loyalty test by obeying. When she had that confirmation this was what he really wanted, she slipped down off the car seat and fit herself between the man's legs.

As she undid the black man's pants and freed his thick cock she was painfully aware of the fact she was being watched. It was a new experience that made her nervous. Like this had now become a performance and she could end up doing poorly. But she couldn't let it stop her. She had her orders and a task to achieve. Soft lips slid down over the dark shaft, pulling back only when the head hit the back of her throat and made her gag. But she didn't let that be where she stopped. Thanks to her upbringing she was an overachiever and saw her task as a chance to improve.

Bobbing her head she slowly worked more down her throat. The gagging forced tears to her eyes that made her mascara run, and her hand stroked what she couldn't yet fit. As she went she learned how to push past it, beginning to finally ease him into her throat. Her throat spasmed around the thick shaft, trying to force it out and initially leading to more gagging and some choking. The excess spit that was created made her lips and chin glisten as well as the dark cock she was servicing. She'd become a beautiful mess in her effort to please, and she had become very intently focused on doing her best to do exactly what he said.
 
Yuri smiled at her obedience. Not only that, but the way she verified his order. She was learning quickly. And that was a good start to their new relationship. She would be a very changed woman over the course of time, from the sweet little sort of innocent girl to a wanton slut and whore. His slut, his whore. She would fuck who he told her to, when and where. To motivate her, he would deny her birth control. And she would need to earn her morning after pill. This was how he was going to train her. "So these are the rules, my pet," he told her. "From now on, you are not allowed to take birth control of any sort. If your performance pleases me, I will give you a morning after pill. If you fail to please me, or fail to do what I have told you to do, you will not be allowed that pill and will take your chances with nature. Is that understood?" He waited for her acknowledgement before continuing, "Secondly, I will be sharing you from time to time. Both like this, and when we get home, the two of us will be fucking you together. Have you ever had two men at once?"

The black man chuckled. "Easy my man," he teased Yuri. "The girl's trying to suck my cock... don't try having a conversation with her.... Let her focus on this cock... The cock that's gonna fuck her like no man ever has." His voice was like his skin, smooth and dark, like fine chocolate. Although his cock wasn't melting in her mouth. Rather it was only growing harder. He was larger than Yuri, but not by much. But both men dwarfed Daniel. Watching her, he smiled at her attempts to take him all. She would get it with practice. He had to hand it to Yuri, he knew how to pick women. This one was beautiful and seemed to be a perfect match for the man's tastes.
 
It was difficult to answer him or show that she was listening with her mouth full of cock, but she managed it with simple Mm-Hmm, and Mm-Mmm answers to say that yes she understood the rules about birth control, and no she hadn't had two men at once. The former was nerve wracking. Should she fail and get pregnant, she was certain she could convince Daniel it was his ... But to be honest she really wasn't ready for kids. And to have that happen would have meant failing Yuri. Something she had no intention of letting happen if she could help it.

As for the second, it fed that nervous excitement in her. Sarah had only ever been with one man at a time, and to have two was crossing into waters she hadn't considered before. Just the thought of it, with some help with the hardening length in her mouth, had her growing wet. She almost wanted to ask how much further they had, or if there was anyway to get there sooner, but she was quickly learning that the waiting and the anticipation were part of the fun.

By the time the car stopped, she had figured out how to get half the thick shaft in at a time. For the most part she'd gotten a handle on the gagging, though every now and then she'd do so and have to pull back. Her mascara had run down her cheeks from the tears, and her lipstick was smeared from the blowjob she'd given leaving her a beautiful mess. And even though the car had stopped, she didn't stop until given the go ahead to do so.
 
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