8. Katya

The door slams shut behind him, breaking through my haze of desire.

What are you doing?

What was I thinking? I was trying to forget tonight, to bury myself in his body and leave the disturbing memories of Petya behind. I just felt so grateful to him for helping me, for being so tender. That perfect mix of tender and asshole that I find so intoxicating.

I bit back my stinging tears and towel myself dry with the huge fluffy towel Yuri left me.

My back hurts and as I stand with my back to the mirror I can see why. The purple-black bruise is spreading, carmine in a few spots where the asphalt rash tore the skin but all around those spots purple.

I shudder, then pull on a luxurious white bathrobe, and head to the bedroom.

The room is beautiful: decorated in a sophisticated style with a four-poster bed and an antique-looking dresser. When I was thinking about escape, I didn’t really pay much attention to the care it must have taken in preparing all this for me. It a beautiful room with a beautiful bath attached the house is a fortress – all for me. To keep me safe from people like Petya or worse. I take a deep breath, trying to settle down. Everything’s going to be OK, I tell myself.

I fall back on the soft bed and sigh. My body is still aching with lust from his touch. Every moment when he was washing my hair felt charged. Even now, my nipples tighten remembering. I was so turned on; I couldn’t believe it.

I can’t deny my feelings. The way my body responded under his hands. The pure animal heat that set me on fire. His touch felt so good, so natural.

I could hardly hold back from dragging him into the tub with me. The whole time he was washing my hair, I wanted his hands on my breasts. His strong fingers on my aching clit. His cock sliding in and out of me to some wild, unstoppable rhythm.

It was like being touched for the first time. My body wakes up from a deep sleep.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way. So alive. Every nerve tingling with desire and pleasure.

No one has never touched me that way, so deliberate and sensual.

I was in the tub, I swore I could feel his excitement like some invisible force between us, drawing us together like magnets.

My body wants him. So does the rest of me. I’ve had him, but it feels different somehow now.

Slipping off the soft robe and now completely naked, I stretch out on the bed, my hands stroking my skin. Running over the fullness of my breasts. I reach down, finding my most sensitive spot. I stroke softly, and the pressure sends shivers through me.

Yuri is the worst sort of roller coaster. He fucks me on the lawn the first time, when I really needed anything but sex. Tonight, it’s romantic, I need to be held, to be fucked to just forget, and he’s a perfect gentleman. What the hell?

I’m furious with him, but also already wet, thinking about him. He’s just down the hallway, so close, makes me so nuts … he could come in and find me like this at any minute… poke his head in and see me spread on the bed, touching myself. The thought makes me hotter. I dip my fingers into myself, dragging my slick fingers up over my clit. Hot bursts of pleasure spread through me.

He would stand in the doorway, watching me. Not doing anything at first, just let his eyes rove over me in that smoldering way they have. Then, when I was moaning out loud, he would cross the room and—

I must fall asleep as soon as I’m done because it was one of those dreams where I knew I was dreaming, but still powerless to stop or change anything. In the dream I was at the bottom of a sheer rock cliff, and above me stood Petya, smiling, laughing, yelling. My back hurt in the dream, and in the dream, I was lying down, not standing, lying on my back on something hard and uncomfortable. It was an uncomfortable dream, with sore backs and loud noises. And Petya’s eyes filled with vicious amusement.

I wake up screaming from those eyes.

My bedroom is black, but there’s a blacker section of black, near my bed. For a moment I think it’s Petya.

Then I hear Yuri speaking calmly, tenderly: “It’s me,” he says. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

He sits down next to me, and I grab for his arm.

“I had a bad dream,” I tell him.

“I know.Petya?”

I nodded.

“Forget about him, I’m here and I won’t let him get to you again.” I do feel safer after he says that, and the way his fingers trail up and down my arm, soothingly. “I still can’t believe your father …”

Please,” I say. I don’t want to think about that part. Not at all. It’s so disturbing I need to replace it with something. With Yuri. I need his comfort and how he makes me feel safe, and I want the rest of him, too. Something physical to concentrate on so I don’t have to think anymore. Something to tire me out so I can sleep and not dream.

I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck, bringing his lips down to meet mine and stop talking. I bring his hand down to my hip and let it rest there.

I get an inkling of what a horrible mistake this is, that he’ll make me pay for this deeply in the not-so-distant-future, but I don’t care.

I need this now. Need him now.

I ignore these thoughts – it’s not like my brain has had such a great track record lately. My kiss is desperate, needy, and I get nothing in return from him. He’s the way he was earlier tonight, helping with my bath – distant, cold, controlled. Everything I don’t want him to be right now.

I need him the way he was that night under the willow tree.

“I’m trying not to confuse you with sex right now, kiska but you’re not making this easy on me.”

“I don’t want you easy, I want you hard,” my voice is rough, desperate. I expect Yuri to make fun of me for such a lame come-on, but he must be feeling charitable tonight. I arch my back to press myself against him, the pain reawakens but I ignore that too. He’s hard as a rock and that makes me want him even more.

“I want Tasha to protect me when you can’t,” I whisper in his ear. “I see how I need her, now.”

“That’s a start,” he says, still cool and restrained. “What else do you want?”

“... You.”

“Tell me,” he commands.

“I want you, inside me. Right now. I want you hard and mean like the night under the willow tree, I want you to fuck me so I can stop thinking and just go to sleep I want that—I might need it.”

His eyes darken with desire, “Are you going to listen to me from now on? Complete obedience?” His voice is rougher, still controlled but less easily. I’m getting to him.

And I know how to get to him even more. I smile at that and shake my head.

He holds my neck and pushes me back onto my bed, “Tonight you will,” he promises.

I try to run my hands over his body, but he grabs my wrists and pins them down on the bed and kneels over me.

“Tonight, you will, right Kat?” he growls at me.

I nodded.

“Yuri,” I moan. “Just… please ...”

“Please what?” he growls, his rough voice almost angry. That turns me on even more. I roll my hips towards him, but he doesn’t meet my hips with his, he wants me, I know that, I can feel how much he wants me, but he insists on torturing me.

“You need me to make you come again, is that it?” his rough voice whispers in my ear.

I nod, again forcing my hips open for him, desperate now for him to be in me, “Yes, please, it worked earlier, … kind of …”

“You touched yourself tonight?” He asks, incredulously. This might be the first thing I’ve ever done that has genuinely surprised him.

I nodded.

“Thinking about me?”

I nodded again.

“Good,” he says.

Then all thoughts were driven from my mind. He began fucking me with long, deep motions of his hips. His dick slipped down until just the glance of him sent a charge through me.

“Want to get fucked? Want it bad?" he demanded.

"Stop playing with me! Fill me up. I... I'm going mad!"

"Sounds like you want this!"

He punctuated his last word with a sharp inward movement of his hips.

The feeling of power he had over me increased. My pussy gripped his dick like it would never let him go.

When only the tip of his throbbing cock remained inside me again, he paused. Sweat ran down his face and got into his eyes, he had to brush it away.

I was biting down on my lower lip again I was too wrapped up in the cock driving hard into me. That was my universe. Everything revolved around that axis.

Nothing else matters but this.

All I can think of all I can focus on, is Yuri.

Jesus he’s good at fucking. If only he wasn’t such an asshole out of this bed. Who am I kidding, he’s an asshole in this bed too. My mind inexplicably goes to the 90% rule I had heard people talk about. For most people, you love 90% of them, but there’s this 10% that bugs you, and the trick is, the hard part is, to find a way to love that 10% because that 10% makes the 90% possible. With Yuri I think I’ll have to figure out how to love 90% because he doesn’t give me more than 10% to love in the first place.

What the hell am I thinking? Love?

I forget all that and scream when I orgasm, which just makes Yuri fuck me harder and faster, giving me my second orgasm which thankfully clears my head of all thoughts and feelings.

He’s fucked me stupid, literally.

The first thought comes back to me when Yuri finishes inside me, and I can feel the liquid warmth against my walls and his body collapsing and relaxing.

I know there won’t be any cuddling or pillow talk, not with Yuri. I asked him — no, begged him— to fuck me and that’s exactly what he did, no more, no less.

But I also know I can fall asleep now and nightmares won’t get near me. He’s fucked those out of me too.

I’m about to sleep like a baby, only vaguely aware I might regret all this tomorrow.

Yuri breathes deep and lets it out in a sigh. The way he looks down at me makes me blush all over again. I look away, not wanting him to see what a mess I am, but he takes my chin with his calloused finger and tilts my face up until I’m looking into his eyes.

“You’re tangled up in my life, there’s no leaving this, now. Not until I say so, which won’t come any time soon. OK? I don’t want an answer or an argument. I’m just stating a fact.”