When he left, she lay down and wondered what it would take to get him to accept what she wanted. Maybe she should take her clothes off the next time she heard him coming downstairs.
Grigori had a shower and got into bed. When his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep, exhausted by the incident with Natasha. When he woke, it was 2 a.m. and his cock was painfully hard. That often happened in the morning when he woke, but this erection wasn't like those. This was real arousal. His cock was telling him he needed to fuck her, and he needed to fuck her now. He would fuck her and let her go.
He got out of bed and went downstairs. Naked and fully erect, he unlocked the basement door and crept down the stairs. He fumbled around in the dark until he found her. He slipped an arm under her upper body and another under the crook of her knees. When he lifted her up, she woke. She didn't scream or make any kind of protest. She knew why he was there, and she wanted to be free.
“I want to fuck you,” he said as he carried her up the stairs toward the light.
“And then you'll set me free?”
“Yes. In the morning.”
“I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me,” she said.
“You're so fucking hot, I can't. I just have to have you. It's wrong, but I can't help myself.”
Lucy let her hand fall to his groin and began to stroke his hard cock as it bounced up and down in rhythm with his steps. “You're a big boy, aren't you?” she whispered. His breathing became noticeably heavier, and his step quickened.
“Take me to the bathroom,” she said. “I've been down there for a day and a half, and I need a shower.”
He carried her into the en-suite and put her down. “I'm waiting. Don't be long,” he said.
The bathroom was like everything else in the house, luxurious. The floor was made of marble, and the shower was a double walk-in. She turned the water on and threw her robe on the floor.
Under the hot water, she began to relax. She wondered if at some point in the future she would regret giving herself to a criminal just to secure her release. It was a seedy thing to do, but what choice did she have? He was attractive, and she thought she might even enjoy it. She knew her dad would go crazy if he knew, but he never would. She would tell him Grigori had changed his mind. It even occurred to her that she might be able to get him to forgive her father's debts, or at least a large part of them. All she was doing was what thousands of women before her had done: using her beauty to overpower a man. “Pussy power,” she said under her breath. She laughed but then suddenly stopped when she realized how precarious her position still was.
When she was finished, she opened the door and walked into the bedroom, naked. He was lying on the bed with his arm's folded behind his head. His cock was still as hard as it had been when he'd picked her up.
“You really want me, don't you?” she said.
“How do you know?”
“Your cock's been hard since you came to see me. That's been about twenty minutes now.”
“Is it surprising? I mean look at you. You're perfect.”
He was perfect too, she thought. His long legs were bronzed and covered in fine dark hair. She stepped toward him and ran her hand from his ankle to his calf, feeling the coarseness of his hairs and the tightness of his trained muscles. When her hand reached his upper thigh, he groaned, and she saw his penis twitch. His cock was long and straight. Lucy had seen a lot of naked men, usually as models in art classes, but Grigori's penis was more arousing than any penis she'd seen before. It was pretty, in as far as a cock could be pretty. She ran her hand from the outside of his leg and cupped his balls.
“Jesus, that's nice,” he said.
They felt coarse and heavy. She began to massage them, gently flicking her nails across his delicate skin, teasing him, making his arousal unbearable. She gently took his shaft in her hand and rubbed up and down its length. She loved the expression on his face as she helped herself to him. She continued to rub his length as her hand left his balls and rubbed over his hard stomach, up to his bulging chest. He had no chest hair, and she enjoyed the feel of rubbing her hand freely over his skin. When her hand moved over him, she felt his muscles respond in tiny waves of excitement.
She got onto the bed and straddled him, all the time rubbing him, making him groan. “Put me inside you,” he moaned, unable to last much longer. The sight of her slender body on him and her large breasts moving in time to the actions of her hand was too much. All he could think of was taking her.
“Not so fast. I want to enjoy it,” she said.