Handle the beast

It's been almost two weeks now since I sort of moved in with Viktor and things seem to normalise. If you can call ours normal. 

He's nothing but great with me and I return to him with the same. I tried to close my eyes to our age difference, in the end, he was right. We're both adults and ours is not illegal. Well, maybe not in the moral way of the word but the lawful- it's alright.

I promised to learn to accept his jealousness, I found I'm pretty jealous myself. And I learned some general things about him.

I learned that he has a sweet tooth, we share the same passion here. I learned that he's actually a great cooker and that he tends to spend money on useless things. I learned that he owns a coin collection and has a playroom. No, not the Fifty shades kind of playroom. A real playroom. With gaming consoles and all that stuff. He said that his parents couldn't afford to buy him games when he was young, so building a separate room for his a little weird obsession was some kind of fulfilling his childhood dream to play on a Nintendo. Not that he ever uses that room, he says he has no time for that, but he just owns such a room, you see? 

I also learned that he's a lonely soul. He was hurt enough times to close himself and see the female part of humankind only as tools to satisfy his primal needs. And speaking of that, the sex just gets better and better. 

He excuses his jealousy with his trust issues and we had quite a loud argument about that. I told him that it's not my fault that his exes were dumb to cheat on him or leave him. The majority of the times, they cheated on him with someone he called a friend or left him for the same reason. They were complete idiots if you ask for my opinion. I told him that I will try not to provoke him, intentionally or not, but he has to try to control his emotions. And he agreed.

We both agreed to do some compromises. I agreed to give this thing between us a real chance if he doesn't push me, but again, the rule for appearance together to no public place stays. He isn't happy about that fact, but I don't want to be labelled as a gold-digger.

We also agreed that the weekends are for us only. Not that we don't see each other every day, I live in his house after all, but the weekends are exclusively for us. No work, no friends, no phones. Just the two of us.

I really start to like him. 

"You need to be careful. It has quite enough horses under the metal cover," Viktor instructs me and proudly pats the bonnet of the car. He promised to give me his Mercedes for a lap or two around the city. I have my driver's license but I've never driven 500 horsepower beast.

I slide on the leather seat and correct it to my height and comfort. Viktor sits in the passenger seat and looks nervously at me. 

"I've never given my car to someone else to drive," he admits.

"So I'm your first?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

"Yeah," he chuckles, "it's only fair to return you the gift," he grins at me. So he got my little joke. "Remember, the gas pedal is really sensitive, it requires a gentle touch."

"Knowing how... demanding you can be, I find it hard to believe that you touch it gently."

"If you pull another sexual type of joke, I'll drag you back inside the bedroom," he growls and throws me a serious glare.

"That's a thing for after you teach me to drive your car," I wink at him and start the engine.

"Remember, slow and gentle moves," he reminds me once more.

"I'll quote you this exact line tonight," I grin at him and he chuckles.

I try to press the gas pedal as slow as I can but this task is just impossible. The plane he calls a car just speeds up with what I believe is the speed of light.

"Slow down, Mallory!" he shouts and startled, I release the pedal. 

"Okay, this might be harder than I thought," I scratch my forehead unsure.

"Let's try again, just relax," he tries to reassure me but I think he needs reassurance more than me.

After a few tries that fail miserably, I think I finally got the hang of it and maybe after an hour in which I'm pretty convinced Viktor aged 10 years at least out of fear, I'm flawlessly joining the busy streets of Long Beach.

"See? And you didn't trust my skills," I chuckle.

"I didn't doubt your skills," he says and places his big palm on my right knee, "I doubted my teaching skills. So? Where are we going?" he jokes, trying to sound just like me whenever we go somewhere.

"Patience, Mr Russo," I take his role and quote him.

Well, it wasn't that hard to learn to drive this thing, after all. 

                             *** 

"Are you afraid of high speeds?" Viktor asks while squeezing me tighter in his arms, sat on the car's bonnet and I lean on his rock-hard body.

"I don't think so, why?" I ask.

"I'm thinking of carting."

"Carting?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Mhm. For our weekend."

"It sounds like a plan," I clap excitedly with hands. 

"How do you know this place?" he asks, meaning the secluded spot with a perfect ocean view I successfully drove us to, just between Long Beach and Seal Beach.

"Some questions are better unanswered," I quote him again.

"A boy brought you here?" he chuckles but I notice the tone of jealousy sneaking in his voice.

"What if it was a girl?" I lean my head back on his chest to see his face.

"I didn't know you're the experimental type of person," he looks down at me, then kisses my forehead.

"You don't know a lot of things about me."

"How far are you willing to go into experimenting?" he asks and I see his eyes darkening. I recognise this kind of devious look by now.

"What are you offering?" I purr.

"Let's go back home and I'll show you." 

"Is this a threat, Mr Russo?" I spin around in his hands and place my arms around his neck.

"Not the slightest, Miss Cox," he responds and his iconic women-u dressing smirk appears on his face. "Come on, let's go." 

                            *** 

"Wait, no. Not this one," I refuse.

"I thought you want to experiment?" 

"This is a no trespassing zone," I cut.

"What?" he laughs. "It's been practised since forever."

"It's an exit, not an entrance," I try to get myself out of the awkward situation and look away, then start drying my hair off with the towel.

"I promise you, it's a lot more pleasurable than the regular sex. Both in combination will make you scream and beg for more."

"No," I cross my arms.

"Okay, okay. I just had to try," he raises his hands in retreat. "Come here," Viktor grabs me by my waist, pulling me to sit in his lap. "Did I tell you that I need to leave for a few days?"

"When?" I frown.

"On Monday, but I promise I'll be back till Wednesday."

"And how is your promise supposed to ease the situation?" I glare at him. "What am I supposed to do for three days?"

"You're starting work with the beginning of the month, so half of your days will be filled already," he shrugs.

"Where and why are you going?"

"I'm flying to Delaware. I'm trying to finish one deal for garden purchase."

"How hard it is to buy a garden?" I ask doubtfully.

"You'll be surprised," he chuckles. "Come on now. You'll have three days free from me. But don't you think you can do whatever you want," he warningly points with his finger in the air.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Can I throw a party, though?"

"As long as you clean after that and make sure no one puts something in your drink," he glues his brows furrowed together.

"As if I can throw a party with my social status. I'm a nobody, remember?" 

"And I told you I'll spank you for speaking so low of yourself, remember?" 

"Mm no, when did you say that?" I tease him. I damn well remember it. And I remember the interest it woke up inside me.

"I warned you," he growls and fastly swirls me around, propping me up on his lap with ass pointing up. "For every time you said something bad about yourself, I'll give you a slap," he whispers in my ear, then lifts my towel and fast enough his hand lands on my left butt cheek.

"Oh!" I startle. He's not going too easy on me. Neither he's trying to hurt me. It's the exact proportion of gentle and rough, just to tease my skin.

"Didn't I warn you?" he roars, then his hand is on my right cheek. "You should've listened to me." Another slap lands on my ass. "Now, what are you again?"

"A nobody," I keep begging for more and wiggle my thighs.

"The answer is 'yours'," he corrects me and his hand falls on my butt again. "You're naughty, aren't you?" he notes while drawing a line with his finger between my legs. "You're wet already. Get up," he orders.

"Why?" I ask, a little surprised, a little disappointed.

"Because you need to be taught a lesson."

I do as he orders and get up, then throw him an expectant look.

"On your knees," he bosses again and I obey. "Suck it," he hisses and straightens himself in front of me.

"How is this a punishment?" I ask seductively. I love hearing him moaning my name when I suck him.

"Open your mouth," he says and entangles his fingers in my hairs.

I grab his shaft in hand, just about to swirl my tongue around the tip when he stops me by pulling my hair back.

"No hands, only your mouth. Hands behind your back."

I cross my arms behind my back and open my mouth, then look up to Viktor pleadingly.

He slides inside my mouth smoothly and goes further until I choke.

"This naughty mouth of yours... It needs to know when to shut up," he sighs, yet the sigh is full of yearning. Then he starts fucking my mouth. And he does it fast. "Eyes open and on me," he orders as I close my eyes embarrassed.

My gag reflex keeps kicking in, tears are streaming down my face and saliva is dripping down to my thighs as I'm unable to swallow, but nothing beats the inhuman brusque screech of satisfaction that leaves his body in the end.

"Again, what are you?" he asks while leaving my mouth.

"Yours," I whisper while wiping out the mix of liquids from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"Correct. Good girl," he smirks and helps me to get off my knees. "Come here."

Viktor throws me on the edge of the bed and this time he kneels. He spreads my legs wide for him and nestles between them. 

"You're a fast learner, you won a reward," he says while teasing me by brushing a finger up and down my inner lips. "You managed to handle two beasts today," he mutters and pushes directly two fingers inside me which make me moan loudly. "You're incredible, Mallory. You're special," he keeps with the word teasing game. "And I'm one lucky son of a bitch for discovering what a treasure you're."

Viktor works me fastly, expertly. By now he knows what I like. He knows he gets me wild when his tongue dances on my clit while his fingers slam inside me. He knows I can't keep like this for long. He knows he leads me to a jolting orgasm. 

But when my liquids flood in his mouth, he doesn't stop, no. Instead, he drinks me as if I'm slaking a great thirst. He drains the soul off my body. I'm driven crazy.

"You taste fucking sweet. Like fucking Christmas," he growls from between my legs and licks his lower lip.

"How does Christmas taste?" I look at him as he crawls on top of me.

"Like ginger biscuits," he chuckles. "You're my early Christmas present."

                             *** 

"Are you hungry?"

"For food or you mean something else?" Viktor stretches his body.

"For food. Jesus, are you a sex machine or what?" I roll my eyes.

"Do I hear you complain, little miss naughty?" 

"Not even the slightest," I purr while caressing the skin of his chest, "but I'm indeed hungry."

"What are you craving for?" he gently strokes my cheek.

"I don't know. Anything will work right now," I shrug.

"I know a thing," Viktor wiggles his eyebrows.

"Not that. Unless you have some weird fantasy about me chewing you."

"That sounds painful," he shivers. "Anyways, what do you want to eat?"

"I really don't know. Are we going to order or?" I prop up on my left arm so I can face him.

"I thought of going out?" he looks with his big wet pleading eyes at me.

"Viktor, I..." I sigh.

"Yes, I know. You don't want to be seen in public with me," he shifts his eyes from my face to the ceiling.

"You know what? Let's go out," I offer.

"Really?" he looks at me hopefully.

"Yes," I nod. "One time won't hurt."

"I'll remind you that sometimes," he grins at me.

"Oh, shut up," I playfully push his shoulder. "Come on, let's get ready."

                            *** 

"Where are we going?"

"Inpatient as always," Viktor laughs then pulls me closer for a kiss. "Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know but if I don't get food this instant, I'll throw hands."

"Okay, okay. There's a small restaurant nearby." Viktor offers me a hand down the three-step staircase in front of the house's entrance door.

"Wait, are we walking to there?" I shriek.

"It's just down the street," he squeezes my hand, "and no one will recognise you, you're living on the other side of the city."

"It's not that," I shyly murmur.

"Then what's it?" he tilts his head.

"I don't feel comfortable in these heels. Let me change."

"Nonsense! They look just perfect on your long legs," Viktor cuts then I find myself in his arms, carried bridal style.

"You can't carry me in your arms to the restaurant!" I protest and kick with my legs in the air.

"Can't I? And why is that?" he carries me through the garden.

"I can't make you do that," I say but swirl my hands around his neck nevertheless.

"And why is that? Didn't I tell you that I plan to treat you like a queen? This is how queens were carried around the castle," he locks the door behind us.

As we go outside the house, a paranoid feeling gets over me. What if I get seen by someone who knows my mother? What if my mother herself sees me? I shiver, a cold wave passes through my body. The thoughts inside my head are in complete chaos, although the warm summer evening carries tranquillity.

There's barely anyone on the street, only the song of crickets disturbs the silence. A single car flies down the street, loud music pumps from it. 

"Are you alright?" Viktor interrupts my thoughts.

"Uh, yes. I'm okay," I lie. "So? What were you saying?"

"I said that queens were carried around the castle the way I carry you down the street now," Viktor laughs and I take a moment to stare at his calm face.

"That's not true," I look at him disagreeing then, "they were walking, like normal people."

"I'm pretty convinced they were carried by someone, why were they queens if not for that?" he smiles at me with eyes.

"To rule the kingdom along with their kings? Or because they just had the royal blood filling their veins?" I offer a possible reason.

"No, no, I don't think so. That's how kings were born," he contradicts the historical facts.

"Then how did queens become queens according to your thesis?" 

"The queens were just really beautiful women. Just like you. And the kings, mesmerized by their beauty made them queens. Just like I did," he informs me, proud of what he just said.

"So, you're telling me you were born a king and I was born a peasant, but your humble majesty helped me out of my misery?" I cock an eyebrow and provoke him.

"No. I said that I got mesmerised by your beauty," he smiles warmly at me. "And we're here," Viktor lets me step on my feet.

"Wait, really?" I get surprised, "I didn't notice."

"Mhm," Viktor nods, "I just had to distract you for long enough," he chuckles.

"So, you're telling me it was all only to distract me? And you're not mesmerized by my beauty?" I cross my arms disappointed.

"No, that one was true," he tugs me closer to his body by snaking his hand behind my back and glues it to my waist. "Madam, can I?" Viktor opens the door for me.

"You can, sir," I play along.

As we step a foot inside, we're greeted by quiet chattering and mouthwatering scents of all kinds of foods. Sour, sweet or peppery, it has it all. I can smell tomatoes and chocolate, I can smell a tasty pizza being baked, I can smell strawberries as well. 

"Uf, there's no available table," I complain as I look around myself. It's really busy, but it's Friday evening after all.

"That's not true, there's our table," Viktor corrects me and points to a two-seat table in the far corner of the restaurant.

"But... it's reserved?" I note confused.

"Mhm, it's reserved for us," Viktor explains as we sit down.

"But... When did you manage to reserve it?" I ask, completely lost. We were together the whole time.

"I call to reserve it every day, in case you agree to go out with me," he shyly admits, then reaches for my hand across the table.

"You... you do?"

"Mhm," he nods, then waves at someone he saw on one of the tables.

"Why would you do that?" 

"Because I hoped you'll eventually agree on a night out," he shrugs. "Don't you like it?"

"No, I... I love it." I'm completely astonished. 

Something inside me just broke. Was it my worries or paranoia, I don't know, but this man cracked something inside me with this gesture of his. A warm feeling spreads across my body. I finally start to feel at peace. By now I like him already, but at this very moment, something changed inside me. I think I finally start to see the man under the layer of accusations everyone throws at him.

"Are you alright?" Viktor squeezes my hand.

"Yes. I feel awesome," I smile at him. An honest, warm smile.

"Good evening!" a young girl in a white shirt and black skirt greets standing at our table.

"Hello," Viktor greets her back. "Mallory, what would you like to get?" he then shifts his focus on me.

"I don't know," I sigh. I am so hungry I can't even think of a particular food.

"A typical woman," Viktor laughs. "Two Ceasar salads and a bottle of Chardonnay. What will you suggest for the main course?"

"Hmmm," the waitress bites the pen she holds between her fingers. "Beef Wellington?" 

"I'm a vegetarian," I inform the girl.

"Aubergine cannelloni?" she offers me.

"Is it good? What does it consist?" I ask. It sounds tasty.

"Well, aubergine, obviously. Tomatoes, cheese and chilli pesto."

"I'm not a fan of spicy foods," I deny her offer. "Spaghetti? Carbonara, but no meat," I order.

"Okay. Would you like to get a dessert? We have just the perfect chocolate pie!" the girl keeps with the offers. Just bring me my food already!

"Perfect, we'll get two!" Viktor claps with hands and I giggle. Out of everything, he utterly loves chocolate.

"You know, I haven't seen you work out and you eat way too much, how do you have this body?" I ask him and what I say gets him amused.

"What body do I have?" he smirks.

"You know... that kind," I blush embarrassed.

"No, I don't know. Tell me," he insists and places a finger on his lips in a quizzing look.

"A seductive one..." I whisper again. 

"Is that so?" he chuckles. "Well, I hit the gym every day before I come back home."

"That makes some sense," I murmur.

"Two Ceasar salads and a bottle of Chardonnay," the girl is back at our table.

"Thank you," Viktor nods, then fills our glasses.

"So?" I raise my glass.

"Hm?" he arches an eyebrow confused.

"Won't we have a toast?" 

"What for?" he raises his glass next to mine too.

"You offer a toast every time something happens," I tease him. "You finally got me out in a public place. Doesn't that deserve a toast?"

"It deserves more than a toast," he smirks then a clink follows, "but for now it'll be just a toast."

"What else does it deserve?" I ask after taking a sip of the drink.

"You'll see tomorrow," Viktor promises me and leans back in his seat.

Tonight's dinner felt like closing a circle. Like finishing the first chapter of a book. It started in a restaurant and it'll end in a restaurant. The phase of getting to know each other, the phase of him winning me.

Viktor won me, yes. I won't even dare to say I'm falling for him, because I don't feel it like that. But he won me. He is a very attractive man and I like him, yes but tonight I finally felt close to him. Not physically, but on an emotional level. The sex is great yes, our bodies started to work in great sync, but now I think my soul synchronised to his. 

I don't know how to explain it, I just feel it. I feel like what's between us grew on another level.

Or I'm becoming blind and reckless.