Liars and Tigers (22 page)

Alex lifted his wet hands
to her face and slowly ran them down the sides of her temples, cheeks, chin and
neck, then flattened them over her breasts, ribs and stomach. He put them on
either side of her hips and lifted her out of the water to kiss her stomach.

"To the stairs,"
he said, placing her down and dragging her to the broad steps. "Kneel on
the second step and put your hands on the first. I want you like this," he
ordered, bringing his rigid cock to her pale pink pussy, which was already
creamy with desire. He ran the head of his cock along her slit. "I'm going
to fuck you from behind, with you on your hand and knees, just like a tiger
takes his mate."

"Oh!" Misha cried
out as he entered her boldly and began to drill into her body.
"Alex!"

"I love the control in
this position," he growled, "it gives me so much to play with."
Her pussy's
lips grabbed at him as he slid in and out. He pushed her forward, bending her
into a greater arch, and captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He
slammed her hot, wet treasure trove, pulling her nipples until her groans
vibrated over the surface of the pool. His pumping increased, and he buried his
shaft until his balls slapped the backs of her thighs. He smacked her ass
sharply, and Misha cried out in both pain and delight.

The bruises
on her buttocks that remained from the previous night awakened Alex to Misha's
needs. She liked things rough, but how rough? He grabbed her around the waist,
his cock still gloved inside of her, and carried her out of the pool. His cock,
still hard and pulsating, slipped from her as he laid her down in the soft
grass and pushed her to her side. Alex held Misha in place, pushing her knees
to her chest and, on both knees, slipped back inside of her while delivering
several stinging swats to the exposed right cheek of her bottom.

Misha moaned, accepting his
roughness with mewling sounds of pleasure. She flipped to her back and,
spontaneously, lightly slapped his face.

Alex pulled back with
surprise. So that was how she wanted to play? He mounted her, this time with
his cock dangling in her face while he attacked her clit. Using his left hand,
he spread her lips wide and began to finger fuck her with three fingers of his
right. He groaned as her mouth engulfed his manhood and began to mimic his
movements as he sucked and licked her engorged clit. His fingers traveled to
her tiny rosebud and penetrated it slowly, waiting for her sudden tension to
resolve before venturing further. Her groans alerted him to her approval, and
he inserted a second finger into her bottom hole, all the while making love to
her demanding little nub.

He stretched
her bottom-hole wide with two thumbs as she swallowed his cock into her throat.
She pulled on his balls as she invited him to fuck her throat, the vibration of
her moan tantalizing his flesh. Misha released a slow wail as her orgasm massed
inside of her, finally exploding while she subconsciously rocked and humped his
face. Alex continued to work her bottom hole with his fingers and licked her
clit, strumming it hard and fast, back and forth, to bring her to another
mind-bending orgasm.

He refused
to let her go. He repositioned himself between her knees and clutched her
bottom cheeks with both hands, pulling her clit into his mouth to work it with
his tongue. He hooked her right ankle over the back of his neck to open her
wider for him, turning her into a sweating, writhing, animal beneath him.

He sat up to
look at her flushed face and gauge her breathing. It was his turn. Grabbing her
by the ankles, Alex lifted her feet over her shoulder, plunging his cock once
again into her dripping pussy. He slowed his plunges as she relaxed in the
position, withdrew his cock, and placed its bulbous head against the tight
pucker below.

Misha's eyes
widened as he slowly pressed into her, stretching her virgin hole with just
enough pause for her to accept him. Her juices dripped down, pooling on his
shaft and providing more lubrication as he began to slide his organ into the
dark recesses of her bowels. Misha dug her nails into his shoulders, raking
them over his arms and drawing blood. With a grunt, Alex drove fully into her,
forcing her to take his large cock completely into the forbidden zone.

He rested
there, closing his eyes at the feel of her soft walls tightening around him.
The urge to move was too great to deny, and he rocked in and out of her in a
pulsating tempo that brought both of them to the peak of release
simultaneously. She was tight, so tight, that it almost hurt. But this was the
type of pain he relished.

"Are
you okay?" he asked afterwards, collapsing in the grass.

"More
than okay," Misha whispered. "I feel owned."

Misha smiled
shyly as Samuel Hodges, retired senator and wildlife advocate, praised and
petted her like she was a prize hound. The handsome old man had remembered her
name from Jack's recommendation, and boasted about how he always knew Alex
would end up with a tiger of his own.

"That's
her nickname, Dad," Alex laughed. "I promised her that we would build
her a tree house. You game?"

"Do I
get to design it?" Sen. Hodges asked slyly. "I do have a degree in
architecture."

"Only
if you wanna pay for it." Alex grinned.

"Deal.
Anything for my future daughter. I like this one, Alex."

"Did
you bring what I asked you to?" Alex asked his father.

"Of
course. It will look beautiful on her."

"What
are you talking about?" Misha asked.

"Nothing,
my dear girl. Why are you staring at me?" Sen. Hodges asked kindly.

"Alex
looks just like you. He will be a very handsome man when he is your age."
Misha snickered.

"The
men in this family age pretty darn well," Sen. Hodges announced proudly.
"Comes from clean living and lots of fresh air."

"And
having a good woman by your side. Alex's mom was the best. Feisty as
hell," Jack proclaimed. "No one dared cross her path when she was on
the prowl."

"From
what you tell me, she was a lot like your little tigress. Do you have a date
set, son?"

"No. We
are going to do some traveling and promote the reserve first. Maybe in a year
or two? Mish?"

"He
wants to make sure I'm not going to kill him in his sleep, or throw him to a
horde of zombies," Misha giggled. "My old friend, Carlos, wants to do
a sculpture of us together, too. The Kiss, by Rodin."

"Only
clothed." Alex eyed her.

"Yeah,
right," Misha rolled her eyes. "He's still having a fit that you
won't allow me to model for him anymore."

"I told
you it was fine as long as you're covered with a couple of burlap sacks."
Alex shrugged.

"I did
the Danaid in the living room," Misha announced proudly.

"That
is you? It is incredible!" Sen. Hodges announced. "Alex! Why won't
you let this woman pose? It's art. There is nothing at all to be ashamed
of."

"I am
well aware of your appreciation for art, Dad, but I am not comfortable with my
future wife exposing herself to other men like that."

"And he
calls me a prude." Jack elbowed his old friend.

"Thanks
to Alex, my shame is gone. I'm free of my own hang-ups and want to do more
things. I really enjoyed modeling and the money was great, but I promised Mr.
Meanie here that I wouldn't do any more nudes. I respect him enough to honor
that request."

"But
she still enjoys whining about it," Alex said and grinned. "Let's
talk about the tree house…"

Three months
later, Misha stood with her eyes closed, waiting for the three men to reveal
the new building. Nestled far back in the woods, and anchored thirty feet up in
the bosom of solid, old oaks, they had prepared a place for Misha to call her
own. The unveiling brought tears to her eyes.

"It's
magnificent," she whispered, taking it all in. A spiral staircase
encircled the four oaks and led up to a two story, fairytale cottage covered
with hanging moss and wood shingles. Alex urged her forward to explore. She ran
her hands along the smooth, natural branch railing as she walked up the stairs.
The bottom level held a small living room and work desk, a tiny kitchen with a
refrigerator and stove, and a bathroom with a compost toilet. The loft,
accessible only by a ladder, revealed a queen sized bed tucked cozily on a
natural wood platform. Windows occupied nearly every available inch on the
walls, revealing the lush oak grove and overlooking Deer Springs valley and
mountain range.

The décor
was rustic and simple, with faux tiger print throws and carpet. Misha turned to
the three men. "I have never felt more loved than I do right now. Thank
you."

"Do you
really like it?" Alex asked.

"It
could not be more purrrfect," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck
and kissing him. "It is magical. I can't even begin to imagine the things
I can do up here."

"I
can," Alex said, kissing her back.

Jack elbowed
Sen. Hodges. "That, old friend, was our cue to leave. You kids have fun!
Alex? Mish? Oh, hell."

"That wasn't very polite,"
Misha said, as Alex began to peel the clothing from her body.

"Neither is making me listen to him
ramble on when I have something more delicious in store. You promised me that
we would initiate this place the minute it was done."

"I certainly did. It's a Tiger Den.
You know what that means."

"I do. But this time," he
tossed her on the tiger print rug, "I'm the one on the prowl. Any
comments?"

"Just one," Misha nipped his
finger as it traced her lips, "make me growl. If you dare …"

Alex grinned. How he loved a good hunt!

The End