find
me!”
“These drunkards scared you, poor
child.” He shook his head. “Very
well. I’ll stay here with you. I’ll
just…look away.”
I held his gaze a bit longer this time, showing him a
glimpse of a woman through the mask of innocence. I pitched my voice
lower. “Thank you, Kirill. I feel so safe with
you.”
Seduction is the only love-game I am allowed, and I enjoy it very much.
Nothing is more exciting than making a man want me more than anything,
and then allowing him to court me and win my favor. I especially enjoy
the way experienced men do it. They savor the contest itself, sparing
no detail. And then, when you finally give in, they take you over
completely, inside and out. Your body becomes a pure essence of ecstasy
under their skillful hands. They worship you like a goddess who granted
her mortal admirer a moment of her presence.
And then, when all is over, they leave you forever. For they are
wanderers, seekers, and a woman is interesting to them only if she is
new.
But I never wait this long. I like to leave first, before the break of
dawn, before the memory grows cold on my body. I turn into a dove and
fly home to my tower in the Tzar’s palace. I fly above
love. I fly free.
“It is done,” I told Kirill.
He turned his head to see me sitting on his bed, wearing only his shirt,
with the mended dress heaped in my lap in a way that left most of my
legs exposed to the warm air of the room.
“Oh,” he said, turning away.
“Sorry. I thought you were
ready.”
“Almost,” I told him.
“I just need to put it on. But how can I thank you
for all your help?”
“No need,” he assured me.
“I couldn’t let such a beautiful girl
as you be treated so badly.”
“Do you—” I held a pause, letting
my breath catch in a small gasp. “Do you really think
I am beautiful?”
He turned back and looked at me again as I sat there, showing no attempt
to hide myself. I looked straight at him as he took in all the lines
and curves only half-hidden by his loose shirt, the way the skin of my
bare legs gave off a soft gleam in the reddish light of the lantern.
“Yes,” he said, his voice slightly
hoarse. “You are very beautiful,
Dasha.”
I blushed, letting the color fill my cheeks and touch seductively on my
neck and chest. Yet, I kept his gaze.
“Nobody ever told me this before,”
I said quietly. “Not like this.”
I kept still, beckoning with my eyes. He shivered as
his body urged him on where his mind held him back. I set the mended
dress aside and let it slide off the bed to the floor, leaving nothing
between me and his hungry gaze but the thin linen of his shirt. He
licked his lips as he followed the line of my neck down to where it
disappeared into the shirt’s wide opening. Then he
tore his gaze away and looked me in the face.
“We shouldn’t,” he
said hoarsely. “I can’t take
advantage of you like this.”
I almost laughed at such foolish honor, but I kept my face straight.
“Isn’t it for me to
decide?”
“But you—I—”
“Don’t you like
me?”
He swept over to sit next to me on the bed.
“I like you very much, Dasha. I think you are
exquisite. I just think you are too innocent.”
Innocent. I almost laughed
again, but again I kept a straight face as I reached out and touched
his hand. A shudder went through his body and echoed in mine.
“I am not a virgin,” I whispered,
letting my eyelids drop and a new shade of pink rush into my cheeks at
this confession.
I waited. Somehow this simple piece of information often did wonders for
loosing a man from his principles. I had counted to five under my
breath when I felt his hand on me.
His fingers lightly traced the outside of my leg from thigh to ankle.
This time my gasp wasn’t pretense. I turned to him, my
eyes dreamy.
His hand returned, this time pressing harder against my skin. All the
while he kept my gaze, watching for signs that would caution him to
stop.
I bent my head to the side, letting my
me!”
“These drunkards scared you, poor
child.” He shook his head. “Very
well. I’ll stay here with you. I’ll
just…look away.”
I held his gaze a bit longer this time, showing him a
glimpse of a woman through the mask of innocence. I pitched my voice
lower. “Thank you, Kirill. I feel so safe with
you.”
Seduction is the only love-game I am allowed, and I enjoy it very much.
Nothing is more exciting than making a man want me more than anything,
and then allowing him to court me and win my favor. I especially enjoy
the way experienced men do it. They savor the contest itself, sparing
no detail. And then, when you finally give in, they take you over
completely, inside and out. Your body becomes a pure essence of ecstasy
under their skillful hands. They worship you like a goddess who granted
her mortal admirer a moment of her presence.
And then, when all is over, they leave you forever. For they are
wanderers, seekers, and a woman is interesting to them only if she is
new.
But I never wait this long. I like to leave first, before the break of
dawn, before the memory grows cold on my body. I turn into a dove and
fly home to my tower in the Tzar’s palace. I fly above
love. I fly free.
“It is done,” I told Kirill.
He turned his head to see me sitting on his bed, wearing only his shirt,
with the mended dress heaped in my lap in a way that left most of my
legs exposed to the warm air of the room.
“Oh,” he said, turning away.
“Sorry. I thought you were
ready.”
“Almost,” I told him.
“I just need to put it on. But how can I thank you
for all your help?”
“No need,” he assured me.
“I couldn’t let such a beautiful girl
as you be treated so badly.”
“Do you—” I held a pause, letting
my breath catch in a small gasp. “Do you really think
I am beautiful?”
He turned back and looked at me again as I sat there, showing no attempt
to hide myself. I looked straight at him as he took in all the lines
and curves only half-hidden by his loose shirt, the way the skin of my
bare legs gave off a soft gleam in the reddish light of the lantern.
“Yes,” he said, his voice slightly
hoarse. “You are very beautiful,
Dasha.”
I blushed, letting the color fill my cheeks and touch seductively on my
neck and chest. Yet, I kept his gaze.
“Nobody ever told me this before,”
I said quietly. “Not like this.”
I kept still, beckoning with my eyes. He shivered as
his body urged him on where his mind held him back. I set the mended
dress aside and let it slide off the bed to the floor, leaving nothing
between me and his hungry gaze but the thin linen of his shirt. He
licked his lips as he followed the line of my neck down to where it
disappeared into the shirt’s wide opening. Then he
tore his gaze away and looked me in the face.
“We shouldn’t,” he
said hoarsely. “I can’t take
advantage of you like this.”
I almost laughed at such foolish honor, but I kept my face straight.
“Isn’t it for me to
decide?”
“But you—I—”
“Don’t you like
me?”
He swept over to sit next to me on the bed.
“I like you very much, Dasha. I think you are
exquisite. I just think you are too innocent.”
Innocent. I almost laughed
again, but again I kept a straight face as I reached out and touched
his hand. A shudder went through his body and echoed in mine.
“I am not a virgin,” I whispered,
letting my eyelids drop and a new shade of pink rush into my cheeks at
this confession.
I waited. Somehow this simple piece of information often did wonders for
loosing a man from his principles. I had counted to five under my
breath when I felt his hand on me.
His fingers lightly traced the outside of my leg from thigh to ankle.
This time my gasp wasn’t pretense. I turned to him, my
eyes dreamy.
His hand returned, this time pressing harder against my skin. All the
while he kept my gaze, watching for signs that would caution him to
stop.
I bent my head to the side, letting my
Similar Books
