Chapter 1: The Tastes of Freedom
It's strange, sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadn't become a knife guard. It's ok if you don't know what that is. I sometimes wonder myself. It's weird, but when someone asks you what you do for a living, and you tell them you're a body guard, they sort of glaze over, thinking that it's like Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston.
Tough break. Sometimes it can be like that, but not often. My brother and I trained for years in Baja, which is a very fast and effective method of fighting with sticks, like batons.
Only, he and I modified it to use the daggers we're both so fond of. Anyway, I got into the regional championships in demonstrations and I was pretty stoked about it. Ilya always laughed at me when I bought home the trophies or the prize money.
Ilya went in to private fights, cage fights and the like. He was good, too, but not on my level, even if that does sound immodest. I've always believed there's no shame in knowing you're the best.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. Ilya got into a bad crowd one night, and called me up. I went to pick him up, but by the time I'd gotten there, he was already being challenged into the ring. It took about four seconds. He'd been stabbed before the fight, then covered up, like in Gladiator. I wasn't impressed, and leapt into the ring.
Six years later, and I got out of prison. I would have spent more time inside, but I had a good lawyer, Karen Jacobs. She told me to look her up when I got out. I had to find a job, so I rang her. She seemed happy to hear from me.
I wound up in her office, very uncomfortably I might add. No sight of a woman in six years, you get a little antsy. Over and above the fact that Karen wasn't exactly my normal type, that is to say, a bit long in the tooth, a bit on the thin side, and with a voice that could crack glass within seconds. After six years, my standards had lowered a mite.
I think my breathing started to heat up the room, and she noticed, because her own started to get a bit faster. I was sporting a hard on the size of Brazil and licking my lips when her buzzer went off.
Her secretary brightly announced that her sister was coming in. Karen leaned forwards and hit the button, and I gave a bit of a growl at the sight of her breasts stretching her business suit. Her eyes widened as the door opened, and my lust clenched in on itself under a fair bit of control. That was one thing that prison had taught me, to control myself.
Just because you can take someone in a fight doesn't mean that you could take their two dozen or so friends eagerly watching you. The door opened behind me, and I twisted in my seat. I didn't want to stand up, because a part of me still was.
Karen's sister was a sudden centre of focus as she walked in. White slacks clung to long, very shapely legs, which rose up to the kind of ass my hormone riddled dreams had paraded in front of my vision every night for the last six years. A thin gold chain encircled a perfect waist, into which was tucked a pressed white blouse.
There was just the hint of cleavage that tantalized, and I felt another growl begin deep in my chest. Thick, curly tresses of hair fell across her shoulders, and I smelt the faint combination of apples and something indefinable feminine.
The sister stopped at my hungry look, and met my eyes. We paused for a second, and I felt something move inside me. Her eyes were a vibrant lavender colour, and I was spellbound. My hunger died away in the sudden calm. The animal that prison had brought out in me was suddenly and completely enraptured.
I stood up and offered my hand. She smiled shyly, and put a hand to her chest subconsciously. My head turned back to Karen, who cleared her throat, but my eyes stayed locked with her sister's.
"Janelle, this is Piotr. Piotr Voinovich, my sister; Janelle Kaspowski-Christoph." My eyes narrowed for a split second as I saw hurt and anger flare in Janelle's eyes. There was a story here. I stepped back to allow her to sit, but she shook her head slowly and dipped her head, finally breaking our eye contact.
I blinked, and inhaled sharply as I remembered to breathe. I turned back to Karen, but Janelle spoke up. "Sorry, sis, I just got away for a moment, and I thought you were alone."
There was an unspoken question in her eyes, and I glanced back at Karen, who for a second looked outraged, then suddenly calm. "I was just looking Karen up for a chat. I wouldn't interrupt a sister's conference, so I'll lead off." Karen's eyes darkened, and I felt her disappointment.
She swallowed and ran her hands down the front of her suit, drawing my eyes back to her chest for a split second. I felt the beast rear up again, and I knew she could tell I wanted her. I doubt she knew I wanted anything, as long as it was female and willing.
I beat the beast back down for a moment, then dipped my head. "If you'd like to finish our chat, maybe I can wait? It it's not too much trouble of course..." Karen hurriedly agreed, and I took Janelle's soft hand in my calloused one, and kissed it gently.
Her eyes softened and she blushed. I noticed the showy ring on her wedding finger and I tried to look at her eyes again, but she looked away. I strode past her and shut the door quietly. I strode out to the secretary's desk and smiled at the young girl, probably not much more than eighteen.
"Karen asked me to wait. Do you know where I can get some coffee?" The girl looked up and smiled. She bid for me to lean closer, and I did so, noting her low cut dress. I felt a moment's chagrin that I was looking at anything with a skirt and a pulse, but dismissed it. Six years. The secretary looked confidentially down the hall.
"They're normally in there for an hour or so. If you'd like, I can..." She was cut off as the intercom hissed.
"Rachel, I'm going to have some lunch here with Janelle. You can take half an hour off, if you like."
Rachel, the secretary, took one look at me and devilishly smiled. "Thank you, Miss Jacobs. Would you like me to make another appointment with Mr. Voinovich?" There was silence on the intercom for a moment, then Karen's voice came back.
"No, but if you can tell him to come back in forty minutes or so, that would be fine." I smiled at Rachel and ran my tongue over my teeth as my hunger flared up again.
"Coffee?" The young girl smiled to herself and nodded, pressing several buttons on the answering machine and standing up.
She wore a tight mini skirt and a black business jacket, with dark blue high heeled shoes. Her legs were encased in navy stockings. As we made our way to the coffee lounge, she made a sharp left and beckoned for me to follow her.
We made our way up into the stairway, and I felt my cock harden as I followed her swaying ass as we headed for the roof. With only one floor to go, she turned off, and we stepped through the door. She stopped just as I turned from closing the door, and I bumped into her and growled, my erection straining against the front of my jeans.
She sighed as she felt me slide up between the cleft of her ass cheeks, and then gave me another devilish smile over her shoulder. I growled again and she stepped away from me, pointing out to the bare rooms. I looked at her for a moment longer, then followed her arm as she motioned around us.
"These are to be the new offices for Dartmouth and Kimball, as soon as they're finished. Right now, they're just lighting and air conditioning. Nothing else, no cameras, no nothing." I moved up behind her as she stood looking out at the cityscape spreading out before us behind the panes of tinted glass.
"Is there a reason you wanted to show me this?" She smiled devilishly again, and closed her eyes as she slid her hands around to cup the bulge in my jeans.
"No, I just wanted to be somewhere so you could show me this..." I grunted and she squeezed me. I began to nuzzle into her neck, and my tongue slid out to suckle at her tender flesh. Her head tilted back and she sighed.
Despite myself, I was impressed as she simultaneously and single-handedly undid my zip and eased me out of my boxers. She rubbed herself up and down my body until my rough hands stilled her. I growled again, and she moaned as my hands pushed her skirt up to her hips.
I felt a sudden surge of lust as I saw the suspenders stretching tight across her thighs to the vivid blue lace encircling her loins. With another growl, I pushed her over with one hand, the other gripping her thigh. I nudged towards her, and she whimpered. She cried out in shock when I entered her, and I laughed harshly.
"Still a little girl, eh?" She nodded mutely as I began to heave up inside of her, and I felt her legs collapse. As she knelt down and laid her head onto her crossed arms, I pushed into her again.
I'm tall, six foot ten, and it was difficult, but the beast inside me raged at the softness of a woman after so long. I began to pound into her faster as she began to softly sob. "It...it hurt...oooh..." I took little notice of her words as a red curtain draped over my eyes.
Another sudden urge gripped me, and I withdrew from her for a moment, and leant forwards. My tongue slid inside her, and she gasped at the sudden pleasure. Her moaning made my cock strain, but I was too enraptured at her taste I had missed so much.
I felt her spread her legs, and she rolled over, lifting her leg over my head as she lay on her back. Her eyes met mine as I slid my tongue over her clit and swallowed her juices. I ran the tips of my front two teeth over her clit, and she gave a yell and flooded mouth with her cum as her hips bucked against my snaking tongue.
