basket and arranged a feast on the blankets in front of us. Baguette, Italian cheeses, grapes and chilled white wine from the cooler, cured meats and stuffed mushrooms. I dug into the food, eating greedily.
It was a delicious banquet compared to what I had been eating — my own cooking over an electric range in the rustic cottage where I lived. After a week of living with flickering, low electricity, no running water, and going in an outhouse, I was extremely grateful for all modern conveniences.
Alexi promised to take me on vacation to Crimea and bathe me in luxury. He was as good as his word, but I dreaded the idea of going back to the cottage. If he insisted I go back without him, rather than staying at his flat in the city, I might have to keep my threat of going home to Seattle— even though I loathed the idea of giving my mother the satisfaction. There were just some things I couldn’t live with, or without.
I was fa lling hard for Alexi. His Transylvanian Lord looks made me weak in the knees, and my heart was captivated by the intensity of our love making. I wanted to be with him, to love him, to know him, to be part of his world, and understand the depth of his passion. But I couldn’t be his sex serf alone in a cottage in a village from the middle ages. It was just too humiliating, and frankly, too hard for my modern sensibilities to come to terms with. There was also still the question of the strange metal box full of occult objects and a Russian woman’s passport from 1982. He had mentioned his mother was from Russia. Was it her? Was it someone else? What happened to that woman?
Alexi held a grape to my mouth, and I bit into it savagely, baring my teeth and smiling i nto his gleaming blue eyes. He made the most primal core of my being come out to play. I relished it. If only we could spend all our time in this way— playing on the beach together, eating good food, drinking expensive wine. But Alexi was always busy, dealing with some business situation or another. I knew his work was important, but did he have to leave me alone in the cottage while he did it?
My long dark-blonde hair blew in my face from a slight breeze, and I brushed it aside. I felt fantastic just then— together with Alexi on the warm beach, my stomach full of food, not a care in the world. I leaned back on the beach chair and breathed deeply, closing my eyes. Alexi ran a finger down my warm body, between my breasts, tugging gently at my new string bikini, and down between my legs. I took a deep breath and ignored the fact that we were surrounded by a beach full of strangers. He tickled my pussy over the top of my swimsuit and withdrew his hand. I opened an eye lid and regarded him as he leaned back in his chair. His muscled relaxed as sipped his wine.
“ Tomorrow we will tour the castles of Crimea. There are several I want to show you. Until then, there is a spa here at the resort. You can have anything you want,” he said, absently sipping his wine.
“ Mmmmm…” I breathed, “That sounds so fantastic, Alexi. You have no idea. I could really use a manicure and a massage.” I might be strong and fit, and I might have survived a week in his cottage, but I was really a rich girl at heart. I was learning the extent of my strength, and I was learning how far I could push myself. I was learning to use and control the competitive streak that lived inside of me, but I was still a creature of comfort. My poor callused hands and sore muscles could use some TLC.
Chapter Two
Alexi took me back to the resort and left me to the s pa attendants to answer to my beck-and-call. Most of the resort staff spoke English, so that made things much easier. First, I had a shower to remove the salt and sea from my hair and skin.
After the shower, I was led into a massage room where I endured an hour of full body Swedish massage. My pour tired muscled screamed in satisfaction. I was drifting into heaven by the time it was over, wishing Alexi was
It was a delicious banquet compared to what I had been eating — my own cooking over an electric range in the rustic cottage where I lived. After a week of living with flickering, low electricity, no running water, and going in an outhouse, I was extremely grateful for all modern conveniences.
Alexi promised to take me on vacation to Crimea and bathe me in luxury. He was as good as his word, but I dreaded the idea of going back to the cottage. If he insisted I go back without him, rather than staying at his flat in the city, I might have to keep my threat of going home to Seattle— even though I loathed the idea of giving my mother the satisfaction. There were just some things I couldn’t live with, or without.
I was fa lling hard for Alexi. His Transylvanian Lord looks made me weak in the knees, and my heart was captivated by the intensity of our love making. I wanted to be with him, to love him, to know him, to be part of his world, and understand the depth of his passion. But I couldn’t be his sex serf alone in a cottage in a village from the middle ages. It was just too humiliating, and frankly, too hard for my modern sensibilities to come to terms with. There was also still the question of the strange metal box full of occult objects and a Russian woman’s passport from 1982. He had mentioned his mother was from Russia. Was it her? Was it someone else? What happened to that woman?
Alexi held a grape to my mouth, and I bit into it savagely, baring my teeth and smiling i nto his gleaming blue eyes. He made the most primal core of my being come out to play. I relished it. If only we could spend all our time in this way— playing on the beach together, eating good food, drinking expensive wine. But Alexi was always busy, dealing with some business situation or another. I knew his work was important, but did he have to leave me alone in the cottage while he did it?
My long dark-blonde hair blew in my face from a slight breeze, and I brushed it aside. I felt fantastic just then— together with Alexi on the warm beach, my stomach full of food, not a care in the world. I leaned back on the beach chair and breathed deeply, closing my eyes. Alexi ran a finger down my warm body, between my breasts, tugging gently at my new string bikini, and down between my legs. I took a deep breath and ignored the fact that we were surrounded by a beach full of strangers. He tickled my pussy over the top of my swimsuit and withdrew his hand. I opened an eye lid and regarded him as he leaned back in his chair. His muscled relaxed as sipped his wine.
“ Tomorrow we will tour the castles of Crimea. There are several I want to show you. Until then, there is a spa here at the resort. You can have anything you want,” he said, absently sipping his wine.
“ Mmmmm…” I breathed, “That sounds so fantastic, Alexi. You have no idea. I could really use a manicure and a massage.” I might be strong and fit, and I might have survived a week in his cottage, but I was really a rich girl at heart. I was learning the extent of my strength, and I was learning how far I could push myself. I was learning to use and control the competitive streak that lived inside of me, but I was still a creature of comfort. My poor callused hands and sore muscles could use some TLC.
Chapter Two
Alexi took me back to the resort and left me to the s pa attendants to answer to my beck-and-call. Most of the resort staff spoke English, so that made things much easier. First, I had a shower to remove the salt and sea from my hair and skin.
After the shower, I was led into a massage room where I endured an hour of full body Swedish massage. My pour tired muscled screamed in satisfaction. I was drifting into heaven by the time it was over, wishing Alexi was
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