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Friday 2nd May 2008 22.00hrs She stretched out on the luxurious back seat of the limo and turned to Paige, "So tell me again, just how did you manage to get Gray to agree to this?" Paige just smiled secretively, "ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies." Jordan and Baz turned in their seats, grinning, "Who cares, if it means we can drink and party more." Jordan punched him lightly on the shoulder, "Is that all you care about?" Saf smiled, it felt good to be out on the town, good to be out with friends. The limo dropped them at the front door and with their VIP passes, they were swiftly inside the club. The interior struck her as being familiar, though she couldn't think why; there was a mix of open spaces with tables and quieter alcoves as well as a dance floor, access by stairs going down. They grabbed a table and within minutes they had their drink orders taken. She noticed that Paige was eyeing up the available male talent, while Jordan and Baz were deep in conversation with each other. The music got her feet tapping and she walked the short distance over to the balcony, watching the dancers below, moving in time to the beat. She glanced back over to the group, Paige was chatting up a couple of men, who looked as though they would be competing for her attentions by buying the largest, most expensive cocktail available. She smiled; it was typical Paige behaviour, and something that hadn't changed. She walked around the room, seeing the changing view, listening to the beat of the music, calling to her, begging her to go down and dance, but she ignored the urges and returned to her seat, sipping her drink and chatting over the drink with Jordan. A hand touched her shoulder, at first she thought it was Baz, but then saw he was approaching from a different angle. She turned, and he spoke "Katrin?" she was stunned, why was he here? She stood, indecision in the front of her mind, and then murmured "Alexei," she smiled; the guys would cover for her. He bent to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head and his mouth covered hers; he still had the same affect on her that he had had in Moscow, her whole body was tingling in anticipation. Some of what she was feeling must have been transmitted to him, as the pressure on her lips increased and he pulled her into his arms. She responded by putting her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her; she tasted his scent, and his maleness, and she ached with a hunger she couldn't dispel. He pulled away from her, and she made a noise of displeasure, deep in her throat, voicing her demands, her needs in a primitive manner. "So you going to introduce us, Kat?" she turned her head, to see Paige, Jordan and Baz staring at her. She coughed, to give herself a moment and then turned to Alexei, "These are my friends, Paige, Jordan and Sebastian," she turned back to the trio and indicated the man at her side, "This is Alexei," she leaned back into his body, and he instinctively put an arm around her, holding her close. He whispered, "Katrin, will you dance with me?" She nodded, looking into his eyes and he led her away and she followed without a backward glance. The music had changed from a fast beat to a slow one, and the little touches of his hands on her, during their dance drove her wild with desire. When he pulled her into his arms and off to one side of the floor, she anticipated he would take her somewhere quiet, where her lust for him would be satisfied and meekly, she followed where he led her. He shut the door behind them, she was in a small room, filled with soft cosy chairs, and a table, he murmured, "Somewhere quiet, as much as I love dancing with you, I want to talk to you." She didn't want to talk, and was disappointed, but tried to hide it. "What about?" He laughed, "So suspicious. I just wanted to know you were alright, you left so suddenly, I am not in the habit of being the last to leave." She smiled, touched him on his thigh, feeling the strength in the muscles under her hand and responded, "I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful, and I had to catch an early flight. I didn't know how to contact you�" she pulled him to her, and kissed him, tasting his saliva, nibbling at his mouth and neck, driven by a need, she couldn't even name. Whatever this man did to her it made her feel as though nothing else mattered. She wanted him, wanted to feel him deep inside her, to have his hands on her naked body, and feed her lust, so she was disappointed when he pulled away, and holding her hands, spoke softly "Katrin, I am sorry, I want more than anything else to make love to you, but I have an appointment I cannot miss." She groaned, an audible sign of her displeasure, and he laughed, "Later Katrin, you will wait for me?" she looked up at him, and nodded, "but not here, take me with you." He frowned and thought for a short while, before he replied "I cannot, but I have an office upstairs where you can wait. She didn't care; she would have waited in a freezer if he had suggested it. Instead he took her through a hidden doorway at the back of the room and past another security guard, and then they were in an open corridor. The carpet was so deep that she found it hard to walk in her heels, so she pulled him to a stop and slipped them off, continuing in her bare feet. Alexei pulled her into his arms, "You are a witch, and you make my blood hot, just seeing you. The meeting cannot end soon enough and then we can be together," he turned his gaze on her, and she was looking deeply into his eyes, seeing the truth of his words reflected back at her, "You will stay with me this time, and not leave while I am asleep?" All she could do was to nod her agreement, she couldn't find the words. He picked her up in his arms, effortlessly, and carried her along the corridor to the end and into a lift, pressing the buttons, it smoothly and slickly shut the doors, and she knew they were rising. When the doors opened once more, she saw a similar corridor and opposite the lift was an open door through which she could see nothing except the dark. "Lights on." He clipped out the words, and the voice activated lights came on, she looked around, a large glass desk dominated the room, and at the far end, there was a seating area with a coffee table. He put her down gently, and pushed her towards the seating, "I won't be long, wait for me, please?" he murmured against her lips, she nibbled on his chine, eliciting a groan from him in response. He pulled away from her, and spoke, "If I don't go now, I might never and I have to be there. There is a music system in the wall," he pointed at the wall above the sofa, "I won't be long." She watched him leave, feeling bereft, she curled up on the sofa, imagining the delights they would share later, and if she had any choice, she wanted to have him make love to her on that glass desk, and know that he would see that picture every time that he worked at the desk in future. She laughed softly to herself, picturing herself naked and stretched out, when he came back, and then shrugged. Why not? She stripped off naked, and sat on his chair behind the desk, waiting for his return. As the door opened, she slid onto the glass desk, the coldness of the glass making her body tense, and making her nipples stand erect on her breasts. She watched as he walked in through the door and stopped at the sight of her, she smiled, catlike, knowing he approved. He closed the door behind him and locked it, walking over to the desk, he ran his hands down her body, and she shivered in anticipation of pleasure to come. She hadn't been wrong; it was as good as the first time. His body was a source of pleasure, and strength, she lost herself in the heat of the first moment of orgasm, biting down on his shoulder. He laughed, and caressed her body with his mouth, holding her down with his hands. No matter how much pleasure he gave her, she was greedy for more, urging him on with her hands and her mouth, until he reached his own satisfaction. She lay laughing on the table, stretched out, the heat of their passion and the iciness of the desk underneath them making it a surreal experience. He reached out and stroked her body, she felt the need rising in her again, but this time, he shook his head, "No, not on the desk again, follow me." He rolled off onto the carpet, and pressed a button under the desk. A panel of the wall slid silently aside, revealing a doorway. He opened this using another button and then he walked away from her, his taut muscled buttocks, like an ancient Greek god made her wet with desire. She followed, mesmerised by him, totally lost in the attraction for him, and found that she was in a glass walled apartment. He turned, and gestured, "Welcome to my home," she smiled, looking around. He returned to the office, and picked up their clothes, carelessly throwing them onto a couch, before taking her in his arms once more. "I want to hear you scream my name," he whispered. She shivered, with pleasure, as his hands palmed her breasts and pulled her against him, he was also ready, his erection prodding against her bare buttocks. He walked her in front of him, towards an open door, and then inside. He spoke to turn the lights on, and then dimmed them, until it was barely light. A large bed dominated the room, and still holding her, he bent her forward onto the bed, and roughly thrust into her from behind, she wriggled trying to get away, but he restrained her using his strength. Furious now, she tried to kick out at him, but he held her firmly, she relaxed, and lay passive, not fighting and he slapped her buttocks. Unwillingly, her body betrayed her, it was enjoying the sensations of pain and pleasure, and she felt the rise of heat in her belly and tried to get away, but he held her firmly, continuing to thrust deeply inside her, feeding the flames. She nearly wept when he withdrew before she could climax, but then he flipped her over onto her back and when she tried to close her legs to deny him as belated punishment for his cruelty, he pulled them apart and impaled her again. He bent forward and his mouth connected with her nipple and he bit down on it, chewing it gently between his teeth, the sensations threatened to overwhelm her and she tried to thrust him off, but it only intensified the building vibrations in her. She heard screaming, but wasn't aware it was her, not until afterwards and then she became angry with him. She lay looking up at him her anger visible, she felt as though she were no longer in control but then he stroked her face gently with one hand, and she was reminded of a similar gesture she had noticed Michael made to Nikita. He bent to kiss her lips, but resolutely she moved to one side, and his lips touched her cheek instead, he whispered in her ear "Katrin, I told you I wanted to hear you scream my name and you did," She turned to look at him, and he was smiling, "you are wonderful." He kissed her hand, and used his teeth to nibble at the sensitive palm. He stood up, pulling her with him, "Come," he walked to the balcony, and out into the chilly night air, outside on the rooftop was a plunge pool, "I want you, out here" he pulled back the covers and pushed her in. She gasped before she hit the water, expecting it to be icy cold, but it was hot. A press of the button by Alexei, started the bubbles turning it into a huge Jacuzzi, she dipped her head under the water, and emerged from the pool. Alexei had sat on a matting covered platform; she walked over and shook herself on him, and then stood over him until she was almost touching him. When he reached up to touch her, she shook her head, it was time for revenge, "No. No touching Alexei, you can look but you don't move or touch." She caressed her breasts, and her body, enjoying the sensation of teasing that she was emitting, when she reached out to touch him, he shuddered, but kept still, when she lowered her mouth onto his body, he groaned, but kept still. When she moved her mouth to his erect penis, he couldn't stop himself, his arms reached around her, but she stopped and forced him to lie down on his hands. She returned to her task, nibbling at the silken flesh under her lips, she set about making him cry out her name in vengeance for his `cruelty' to her earlier. He stood it well, she had been surprised at his strength of willpower and resolve, but she took her time, beating down his protective walls, until finally he surrendered to her. He lay gasping her name, as he reached orgasm; she had never felt so powerful, so alive, and so humbled by his defeat. She stood and walked away from him, to look over the balcony down at the busy streets below until, and he came to stand by her. "I underestimated you," he spoke softly, "you are my equal." She turned to him, smiling; "Now I want you to make love to me, like you mean it. Like we only have this night together." he bent and kissed her, then picked her up in his arms and returned inside. 10.00hrs She stretched out, and touched his body with hers. So it wasn't a dream, she was here with him. She turned over so that she could see his sleeping body, the face so relaxed in sleep. She leaned towards him and kissed him gently on the lips, "Good morning," she whispered. He stayed where he was, and she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Stepping under the shower, she washed the sleep out of her face, and body, and then wrapped herself in a towel, she returned to the bedroom. He was awake, watching her as she emerged, and she deliberately dropped the towel from her body as she walked towards him. He smiled, and spoke "You are lovely, come back to bed," she shook her head, "Don't you have anything to eat around here?" He picked up the telephone, "Please deliver breakfast to the apartment," before replacing the receiver; he lifted the sheet up, "Now will you come back to bed?" Breakfast was ambrosia; she hadn't tasted food quite like it. Perfectly cooked smoked salmon and scrambled eggs together with fresh bread and fruit and a chilled bottle of champagne. Alexei kept that back until they had finished eating and then slowly poured it over her body, licking it off and making her anticipate the pleasure of his tongue on another part of her body; she wasn't to be disappointed. Alexei, didn't leave her alone that day, spending the entire day, learning about her likes and dislikes, her passion and her desires. She loved the time with him, it was as though nothing else existed, nor mattered. He lay curled up with her, just talking and holding her close to him as though she would vanish if he left her alone for a moment. When evening fell, he pulled out a robe for her to wear, and they sat outside on the balcony to eat dinner he had arranged to be sent up. She didn't give a thought to her other life, her companions, none of it seemed important, only her need to be with Alexei was important to her. She pushed her other life into the background, out of sight, out of mind, it would have to end soon enough, she had work to do, but until then, she planned to make the most of it. Their lovemaking that night was tender, softer, and more powerful that anything she could ever remember experiencing. Alexei held her close to him afterwards, and she felt as though he was like a rock in the storm, something sold to hold onto. Return |
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