Captive

Chapter 8

Sergey Petrov, 23 years old, born in Moscow, arrives at Pulkovo International Airport at 9 pm. He had a trip scheduled to Turkey.

He gets into first class on the flight, and the hostess immediately asks if he wants something to drink. In his best Russian, he orders a vodka. When the flight departs, he is relaxed drinking and pretending to read a business magazine.

When he arrived in Turkey, he already had a flight scheduled for the United States, and when it was 4 pm, he was checking into the penthouse of the best hotel in New York.

He opens his laptop and checks his bank account balance. The money had been transferred from Russia to New York through a Turkish bank. The amount was truly obscene. He could work 1000 lives and he would never have earned that amount.

Sergey closes the application and opens the envelope given to him at the airport. Bank cards and various credit cards and a satellite phone. He keeps his phone in his bag, and keeps the cards in his designer wallet.

All his clothes screamed money, and he leaves the room, locking the door and going around New York, like a true tourist, going into the big brand stores, and spending a huge amount of money.

When night comes, he goes to a bar. He goes in and orders a vodka, in English with a strong Russian accent.

- Hi. Are you alone? – asks an almost naked girl, who couldn't have been more than 19 years old.

- Not any more. - he says, inviting her to sit down.

– My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. And your's.

- My name is Sergey. It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure can come later, if you behave yourself. - she says, with a seductive smile.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I drink the same as you. - she says.

- Vodka? – when she nodded, he signaled to the bartender to bring him another Vodka.

- You're not from here, are you? - Sam asked, sipping from her glass.

- I tried to perfect my English, but there's always an accent.

She giggles.

- I'm Russian.

She looks him up and down.

- I don't know if I should talk to you.

- I have nothing to do with the problems the Kremlin has gotten himself into. I transferred all the money I managed to… let's say… divert from my parents, and fled to America. Slava Ukraini, (Glory to Ukraine).

She laughs.

- I don't care about political and wars. I don't want to know anything about that. I just like to have fun. Can you help me have fun? – she asks.

- Do you want to come to my room? We can have a lot of fun there.

She drinks the vidka in one go and gets up. Sergey does the same, and they both take a taxi back to the hotel.

As soon as they enter the room, she goes through every corner.

- I had never been to a penthouse before. You must be loaded.

- I do not understand.

- It doesn't matter, dear. – she says, taking the dress over her head and being in front of him, in lingerie.

Serguei takes off his coat and sweater. He opens the belt, the pants button and the zipper, and lets them fall, leaving just his "Nice Laundry" briefs. Her eyes shine. He looked great in those gold-embroidered cashmere briefs, but what caught his attention was the fact of the man wearing $1,000 briefs as underwear. There would certainly be other identical briefs in the suitcases. Russian piggy bank, that's what made her eyes shine.

She takes off her bra and throws it at Sergey, who approaches her and throws her on the bed, grabbing her thong and pulling it off.

Sergey spreads Sam's legs, and throws himself at her p***y like a starved man. He licks her and sucks her c**t, making her moan in pleasure. He runs his tongue all over her p***y, and buries it inside the woman's entrance, licking her from inside. She lets out squeals of pleasure.

Sergey kisses her, going up her belly until he sucks on her n*****s. Sam was experienced, but he was driving her crazy. He continues to rise and attacks her neck, leaving kiss marks that will be visible for a long time, and then kisses her on the mouth, deeply, until she almost loses consciousness from lack of air.

Her hands go down Sergey's back, until they grab the waistband of his briefs, and push them, to get them out of the way of the big c**k that she feels erect.

Sergei takes off the briefs and turns the woman on her back, lays her on her stomach, on the mattress, and spreads her legs. He leans his tip against the woman's entrance and with a push, he sticks his entire c**k inside her.

She cries out, a mixture of pain at the sudden evasion and pleasure. With one arm on either side of the woman's elegant body, he thrusts in and out of her violently, until she cries out her first orgasm. Then, he gets out of her and sits on the edge of the bed, forcing her to sit on him, and receive his c**k deep.

With his hands on her waist, he makes her jump on top of him. Sam was in ecstasy again, very close to another orgasm, like she was flying high on a drug. He got up, taking her with him and pushing her against the wall, while she had her legs surrounding his waist. Every time he pulled out of her, he thrust back in, deeper and deeper, making her moan and scream.

When she comes a second time, he puts her on the floor and tells her to kneel on the floor and support her body on the bed.

- Have you been f****d in the ass before? – he asks while caressing her ass.

- No. It hurts a lot, I don't want to. - She says, trying to get out of that position.

- I'll buy you a diamond bracelet if you let me blow this pretty ass.

Sam thinks. She had only approached the man because she thought he was rich. For a bonus, he was handsome and a good f**k. A diamond bracelet was enough to overcome the pain of taking him in the ass.

- You promise? - she asks.

- And if you let me do it hard, I'll even offer you some matching earrings.

- Okay. You can do whatever you want.

- Turn around, I want you to suck me first. I want to feel my c**k in your throat.

Sam turns but finds it impossible. The man's c**k was too long and thick, but she stuffs it in her mouth and does the best she can.

He grabs Sam's head and f***s it brutally. Sam was desperate between shortness of breath and the fact that the c**k hitting her throat made her want to vomit, but all she thought about was what she was going to win.

Sergay turns it back to the starting position. And opens the woman's buttocks, leaning the c**k to her entrance. He applies pressure, and when the tip passes through the ring, she cries out in pain.

Serguey, cold, rich and calculating, completely ignores her and with short back and forth movements, he enters her deeper and deeper.

Sam screamed in pain, but didn't try to run. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was biting the covers on the bed.

When he's all the way inside her, he waits for the woman's walls to adjust and then thrusts in and out of her, until the tight walls make him come, in big jets, inside her ass.

When he comes out of the woman, he sits beside her on the floor, with his c*m-stained c**k lying on his leg, and pulls up his pants, taking out a cigarette, which he lights and smokes relaxed.

Sam was in the same position. Her p***y was throbbing from use, but her ass hurt like hell. She couldn't move.

She looks at Sergey, who is puffing on his cigarette smugly.

- I'm going to take a shower. You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we will buy your payment.

- You f**k very violently. I'm just a woman.

- Too bad you're not a werewolf, you'd heal faster and I could eat your ass all night.

Sam looked at him in disbelief. "All night?". She would never survive.