“But I'm so close,” he moaned. “You don't know what you do to me.” She took her hand from him and lay down next to him. When she opened her legs, he knew what she wanted.
She gasped when he rolled between her legs and kissed her soft folds. She'd expected a man like him to unleash a bruising onslaught when he licked her, but he was gentle, expertly teasing her to the edge and letting her hang. “Let me come,” she said impatiently when it became unbearable. He took more of her into his mouth and worked her with his tongue. When she came, she scratched his shoulders and thrashed her legs over his back.
Without letting her recover, he slid up her, kissing her breasts as he went. When his face reached hers, he was already deep inside her. He shoved his hands under her buttocks and felt their softness as he built up his thrusts. She was soon gasping again as his body rubbed again hers. Wave after wave of pleasure left her trembling center, crashing somewhere in her head. Her body tensed, and he felt her coming once more.
“Jesus, you're so sexy,” he said as he looked at her face, tiny beads of sweat forming on her hairline.
“So are you,” she gasped, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his movements. She didn't care now what the circumstances were. She was lost in their lovemaking, and nothing else seemed to matter. That he'd kidnapped her and locked her in a basement were minor irrelevancies. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed the side of this face.
“I can't much longer. I'm gonna come,” he said.
“Come with me,” she shouted. She quickly began to pleasure herself. Her timing was perfect; as soon as she felt him twitch inside her, she came. They shook together, cried out together, and clung onto each other for minutes. When he slipped out of her, he rolled onto his back.
“Sorry,” he said.
“What for?”
“For mistreating you.”
Lucy smiled and thought about what she'd told herself in the shower. It worked every time, she thought. “Can I go now?” she asked.
“Sure. I'll have someone take you home.”
“Don't you want me to stay?” She'd hoped he would ask her to sleep with him. His sudden agreement to her release felt perversely like rejection.
“You can stay if you’d like. It would be nice if you did. Maybe we can do it again when I've recovered.”
“I'd like that,” she said. She drew closer to him and put a leg over his midriff.
“Forgive my father his debt. He's a fool sometimes. A gambling debt isn't a real debt. You're not out of pocket,” she said.
“I'll think about it,” he said just before he fell asleep.
*****
“Wake up, you stupid fuck,” 'Natasha said. She fired a bullet into the pillow between them. Grigori automatically reached under the bed. “Is this what you are looking for?” Natasha asked as she held his weapon aloft.
“You bitch. What do you want?”
“I see you couldn't wait for me to leave before you screwed this tramp,” she barked. “Get out of bed, bitch.” Her gun was now pointing at Lucy's head.
“Okay,” Lucy said. Natasha took her by the hair and pulled her from under the sheets and onto the floor. “Say goodbye to him. You're coming with me, and you'll never see each other again. Isn't that sad?” she said mockingly.
“Listen to me, Natasha. If you do anything to her, I swear...”
“Swear what, you asshole? Have you forgotten who I am? My family will eat you for breakfast.” She turned to one of the two men standing behind her. “Get something to cover her up,” she said. He walked into the bathroom and took the robe Lucy had worn before.
“Why are you doing this?” Lucy asked.
“Because she's jealous,” Grigori said. “The moment I brought you here, she began to go crazy.”
“Shut up or she gets it,” Natasha said. Lucy cowered as the barrel touched her temple.
“Okay, okay. I'm coming. Calm down,” Lucy said.
Once they left the room, Grigori jumped out of bed and took a Kalashnikov from the wardrobe. He opened the window and took aim as Natasha pulled Lucy across the driveway and toward the waiting vehicle. When he had Natasha in his sights, he pulled the trigger. One of the large bodyguards walked in front of her at just the wrong time, though. The bullet killed him instantly.
“Fuck,” he said. He took aim again, but Natasha and Lucy were now in the back of the vehicle. He managed to take out the rear windshield as the car sped up the driveway, but all to no avail.
*****
“Very pretty, Natasha. You've done very well,” Natasha's father said.
“She's quite beautiful, isn't she?” Natasha said.
Her father was short, fat, and bald. His Russian features were craggy, and his jowls wobbled as he spoke. “I haven't had a woman like her in a very long time,” he said. He ran the back of his hand over Lucy's neck and across her chest. When she spat in his face, he slapped her. “Lock her up. I want to experience the feeling of anticipation before I take her tomorrow,” he said.