Little Tsaritsa Ch. 09

Arkady was a conscientious driver, but every time they stopped at a red light, he would look over at her, or make some comment. She pressed the back of her head against the headrest, her hands balled against her lap. Pressing her thighs together only seemed to increase her arousal, but she did not dare relax her legs, not with how slick she'd become. Her toes curled in her shoes as she let out a low sigh, glancing over at him pleadingly.

"Look at you," he whispered in Russian. "I can almost taste your need."

"Damn it, Arkady."

He smirked, but his hand moved down to turn the toy off. She let out a quiet whimper when his hand came to rest on her knee. "That was a nice dinner, wasn't it?" he asked gently. She regarded him with a shaky nod, leaning her head against her arm that she'd propped against the door.

His hand slid up and squeezed her thigh. She shivered as she felt the firm but gentle pressure, expertly applied to her anatomy. When the green light came on, the hand withdrew.

She closed her eyes and did not open them until they pulled into parking. She almost could not get into her apartment fast enough as Arkady had turned on the egg as soon as he'd turned the car off.

He was almost right on top of her as she fumbled to unlock the door, and she rushed inside, hearing him close the door before she found herself pressed against the wall, his strong arms around her, holding her close as his hands slid along her body. She clenched around the egg, gritting her teeth as she felt his breath against her temple.

"I've been wanting to touch you all night," he growled into her ear. She managed to get her hands between the wall and her body, unzipping the light jacket she wore. He pulled it off her and tossed it to the floor before turning her around so that she faced him. The fabric of her dress collected at her hips as he jerked the material upward, revealing a pair of panties that had they been a much lighter color, would have shown very visible evidence of her arousal. He reached down, rubbing between her legs, and she let out a whimper as she squirmed. Between the expertly-applied pressure and the vibrating, she was about ready to burst - and scream.

His hand made a quick movement, and she felt the tautness of the cord as he finally pulled the toy out of her, turning it off as he lifted the battery pack off her leg. Before she could say anything, he pressed himself against her, hands on the wall at her sides so there was no escape. He growled lowly into her ear, and she twisted around as she felt a familiar tumescence below her bellybutton.

"You're the one who made us both wait," she shot back cheekily as her hands slid into his jacket, running her palms along the smooth, well-made fabric of his shirt, feeling the flex of muscles under the warm skin.

"It was a nice dinner, wasn't it?' he asked as he tugged the crotch of her panties aside, sliding a finger inside. Hot tendrils of pleasure coursed up her stomach and down her thighs, rendering her unable to form a coherent response for a couple of moments. Her nails dug into his back.

He lifted his hand so that he could undo his belt and remove other impediments to what he wanted to do, and in several swift, almost brutal movements, she was pinned between the wall and his body again, letting out a short squeal as he plunged inside, filling her with his familiar thickness.

Without preamble, he rode her hard. She moaned out his name as she wrapped an arm around his neck, finding herself drawn into a searing kiss as his hips snapped against her thighs. Her fingers found their way into his hair, curling around the thick blond locks as she bit the side of his neck. He responded with a growl.

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Nadezhda was as tight as ever, but the teasing he'd done all evening ensured that she was fully ready for him, and he liked the chance to get rough with her. Not because he wanted to deliver pain or brutality, but when someone felt as passionately for someone else as he did, it was hard to hold back sometimes. Especially when he'd been controlling himself all night, resisting the temptation before they'd left for dinner, in the car, at the restaurant, and on the way back.

His little tsaritsa had thought he was being cruel. Only if she knew how much self-control he'd had to garner to not simply tear her dress off earlier and give his aching balls some relief, especially after not seeing her for several days. If anything, the blowjob she'd given him earlier had only made him even more aroused... not that he should be surprised by that.

Her teeth against his neck thrilled him, and he dug his fingers against the soft roundness where her hips met her ass as he finally felt his orgasm approach. Her grip on his hair tightened, and he growled against her cheek as he drove her several inches up the wall with a particularly firm thrust, his hips continuing their swift gyrations as he rode out his orgasm.

He panted slowly as his motions came to a stop, and he felt her fingers curl around the back of his neck as she peppered his face with kisses.

Almost regretfully, he withdrew from her, guiding her back to the floor. When she had her footing, he took a step back before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

Arkady smirked as he felt her hands slap his rear end several times, but she made no real struggle as he made his way to the bed. Sliding her off his shoulder, he eased her onto the bed before tugging at her dress. As he did, she worked her arms past his own, tugging his shirt open, fingers working with a singular purpose to disengage the buttons from the holes. He only stopped what he was doing so that is shirt and jacket could come off, but once that task was accomplished, he returned his full attention to her, sliding the dress over her head and leaving her in her underwear and sheer black thigh-highs.

Her pert tits were cupped by a bra that matched her panties, with red lacing along the edge of the cups.

"Like what you see, big boy?" she challenged. He bared his teeth in a playful predatory smile.

"I believe you know the answer to that question, love. But I will say it again..." He leaned down, almost blanketing himself over her as he looked down at his dark-haired lover. "Da, Nadezhda. Oh, da."

His cock throbbing afresh, he trailed his hand up her thigh, feeling the lace band of her thigh-highs before feeling smooth skin under his palm. This was interrupted for a moment at her hip when he traversed lace and cotton, and he felt her shiver as he spread his fingers along her side, fingertips grazing the bottom of her bra.

He cupped her breast, feeling her nipple straining against the thin padding. She arched and wiggled before relaxing, looking up at him as he squeezed the breast. "I not only like what I see, but also what I touch, and taste... and put myself into."

She smirked back at him. After massaging her other breast, he reached down to tug off her panties, leaving her a tempting sight, her breasts modestly covered, her tights hugging most of her legs, but her most imitate part laid bare for him to see. He righted himself, squaring his shoulders as he looked down at her, taking in an image he would burn into his memory. As they stared at one another, she slowly placed her arms behind her head, reclining comfortably against a pillow, her knees loose and offering him a tempting peek from the right angle.

Mirroring her slowness, he slid the pants off his hips, letting them slide down his legs.

"Oh yeah, baby," she growled as he hooked a thumb into the waistband of his boxers. Languorously, he tugged the garment down, leaving him bare as he stepped on the toes of his socks, removing one and then the other. "That's a very nice cock you have, Arkady. I can't wait to have more of it."

"I am happy to know that my little tsaritsa is so eager to please her lord," he replied with an approving growl as he slid onto the bed. His lips descended to her knee before making their way up her leg and hip, peppering kisses around her navel. Her hand moved to his shoulder and back, rubbing them as he kissed below her breasts, nuzzling the firm, warm mound as he did so. His semi-hard flesh brushed against her leg, and twitched in response, stiffening further.

He kissed up her breast, nibbling along her collarbone, groaning softly as he felt fingers wrap around his manhood.

"There is much to find pleasing," she whispered hotly into his ear, lightly biting his earlobe. A sudden, delicious ache coursed through his loins.

"Good," he growled before spreading her knees with a swift nudge from his own. As he expected, she was as hot and slick as ever.

"My Arkady," she moaned as he slid into her, one hand on her hips as he brought their physical engagement as deep as it could go.

"It is you who is mine," he retorted as he ground his pelvis against her. Her head tilted as she bared her teeth in a soft gasp. She clenched around him, and he swiveled his hips in the tight circle.

"But... who has you in her grip?" Nadezhda managed to retort.

"Who, indeed?" Wrapping one arm around her waist, he reached around with his other hand to grab hold of her hair, pressing her to himself as he kissed along her jaw and behind her ear.

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Nadezhda chuckled as she sipped her cappuccino. Since her first brush with Anatoly, she'd seen him a couple more times around campus thanks to a coincidence in their afternoon classes. He'd invited her to go with him and several friends to the Starbucks, and it was nice to just hang out and chill with a few other college kids instead of worrying about getting ready for work and making sure she had enough to pay for her rent and tuition.

"Hey, Steve's birthday is tomorrow," Anatoly said, nodding towards one of the young men who was sitting at the table with them. "He's my bro, so I'm offering him a birthday pint tonight. Maybe you'd like to come hang out with us, have a beer and some chicken wings, watch the game and play pool and darts."

"Sure, sounds good." She'd been on enough dinner outings with Arkady to fine places, but it'd been too long since she'd had a casual hang-out session with an old friend and some possible new friends.

She looked around at the table at the friendly faces she'd become acquainted with over the last three-quarters of an hour. All of them were pre-med like Anatoly, and he'd invited Nadezhda to meet them for coffee at the tail end of their study session. Despite the difference in majors, there'd been enough interest from both sides to keep the conversation going, especially when talking about bad professors. She'd listened to Anatoly and his friends complain about one of their teachers, and in turn, Nadezhda had her own story to share, and that led to some co-miseration as all but two of them found they shared a common core-class English professor.

She wasn't really into sports, but then a couple of Anatoly's friends shared a similar sentiment, so while Anatoly and the birthday boy cheered for the game with the others at the bar, Nadezhda chatted with her new friends over a basket of hot wings and fries. It wasn't filet mignon, but the wings were tender and crispy and she grinned as she licked her fingers.

After she finished her beer, she stepped outside, Anatoly at her side.

"I told my mom I'd seen you around campus a few times. She said she hopes you'll come and visit her sometime," Anatoly said as he lifted his car keys, pressing a button. A quick beep met her ears as she stood at the curb of the parking lot with him. "It was good to see you. I know you were dealing with a lot back then in high school. It's great to see how well you're doing," he said warmly. She smiled back at him.

Since she'd taken the bus to campus rather than deal with the parking, Anatoly offered her a ride. She was happy to accept.

"That's so nice of her! I'll see if I can do it sometime next week, she still works the same job?"

"Yeah. She's been taking on more hours though since Tatiana's in middle school now. She likes it and has been talking about making a career out of it." Tatiana was the youngest of the Cunningham children, and Nadezhda remembered well the grade-school girl with dark pigtails.

"Oh, that's fantastic."

The rest of the ride was amicable as Anatoly fiddled with the radio, settling on an alternative music station. Pulling up to the address she'd given him, he raised his eyebrows as he stared at the building before him.

"Damn, that's a pretty nice place. You aren't renting some little closet in their basement, are you? Or is translating way better-paid than I thought it was?" he teased. She chuckled and shook her head.

"No. I do live in one of the smaller units," she explained. That much was true of her one-bedroom apartment, regardless of how nice it might be. She hadn't gone into detail about Arkady, but she'd made it clear to him that she already had a boyfriend, to ensure that his friendliness didn't potentially develop to something else.

He climbed out of the car, but she opened her door before he could come to her side.

"It's good to see how nicely you're doing after all the crap you had to deal with. I hope this doesn't offend you but after I ran into you again I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was to still have both of my parents. They're not perfect people, but they're decent and I know I can count on them and it makes me feel good to know they're there even though I'm working to carry my weight."

She gave him a faint, sad smile. She might not have her parents, but there was Arkady. And besides, it wasn't as if she'd been incapable before. She worked and went to school because she put on her big girl panties and did what she had to after what her father had done. But she couldn't deny that many would consider her lucky to have the patronage of Arkady Suvorin.

C'est la vie. She and Anatoly had been given luck in different forms, but both of them were determined to not abuse it.

"It's far from the worst perspective anybody could have in life. I'm sincerely happy for you and your family. It was nice to spend a bit of time with an old friend. Good night," she said.

He held out his arms, offering a hug. She took it, sharing a loose hug with him. He kept his pelvis away from hers, but not to such a degree that the hug was awkward.

"G'night. I'll tell my mom you said hi," he said, disengaging with a light pat on her back. "Study hard."

"You too." She turned and went into the building. As she let herself into her apartment, she let her backpack drop to the floor before she leaned down to untie her shoes. She did not notice his presence until she stepped out of the foyer, gasping softly to herself as she saw Arkady sitting on her couch, arms crossed as he stared at her.

"... So, who was that man you were with?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

"Uh..." Even though she knew she had done nothing wrong, she was still so startled that she was little more than a deer in headlights.

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I know it's been a long time since I updated anything here on Literotica, but over the last year, there was a lot of stuff to deal with in various departments of my life. Happens to all of us :P and I didn't get as much writing as I had hoped. But things have settled down some, and I've been doing more writing lately including, of course, erotica!