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Aiah Giselle Peregrine Corrington was laying back on her oversized king bed while her lover went to get them both a drink. She was sore from fucking him so many times. The uncomfortable feeling made her smile.
He used, abused and worshipped her body in such a way that the ache was simply divine. Brushing her fingers against herself, a smile of delight appeared. Far more sore than she realized, slender fingers stroked against the wetness. She would not complain, at all.
Interpreter and translator, she had skills useful the world over. She spoke and read English, Spanish, Italian, French, German, Japanese, Mandarin, Russian, Arabic and Hindustani. She also spoke several other languages that she wasn’t her definition of fluent in. For Aiah, she had to have a working knowledge of certain technological and scientific terms to call herself fluent. No mater, she was able to converse easily with a native speaker or read even a novel in the other languages. Aiah was excellent at translating writings from up to 500 hundred years ago in English, Russian, Arabic and German.
Aiah was born in London to an American father and an English mother. Tobias Corrington, her father, had been in the US military. He had been in England for a joint training session between the US and UK when he met Clarice, Aiah’s mother. They married less than two months after meeting for the first time. Their love was almost like a fairytale and had been married for almost 32 years. They were still very much in love.
Clarice was born in England. But due to the family business and the military service of her father, traveled the world several times over as a child. She didn’t think twice about raising Aiah in a similar fashion. With London being her birthplace, Aiah made it her permanent home. Most of her work came from the European and Asian continents, and it was a prime location for a young woman to live. Especially since Aiah had the means to live very well.
Traveling the world meant that Aiah was submerged in languages of all sorts on a constant basis. She had an aptitude for linguistics in general and could mimic accents of all sorts. Most native Russian speakers thought she was a native speaker as well. The way she spoke Russian made it sound if she was from St. Petersburg.
Godparents helped keep a young Aiah with ‘family’ when she was unable to be with her parents for whatever reason. It was a modicum of stability in a rarely stable family life. They too were entrenched in politics just like Aiah’s parents.
Sliding out of bed, she walked over to the window. Arms on the back of the window seat, she knelt upon the cushions. She could see that a storm was rolling in. The rumbles of thunder were low pitched and in the distance. The rumble in the distances was felt more than heard. Eyes closed, she enjoyed the sensation.
At 30, she was as lean and sleek figured as she had been as a teen. Granted, nobody had mistaken her for a teenager for a while now. Thick, curling, espresso colored dark hair accented the palest green eyes almost anyone had ever seen. Aiah was often called striking rather than beautiful.
Truthfully, she was both.
Thick dark lashes gave her an ethereal cast as they framed her sea green eyes. With a mouth that was wide and mobile, it always appeared as if she found something amusing. More than a few people had likened her to being like a predatory big cat. She was perfectly at ease with other predators just don’t come too close without permission.
Many different people sought Aiah out for a variety of reasons. Some wanted to tame her and keep her for their very own. They never realized she shouldn’t be tamed. No. To tame such a woman would never work in their favor. She needed a mate, not a handler.
She had found a paramour that complimented her well. They partnered well when it came to their wants and needs. First and foremost they were friends, close friends. They lived several countries apart from one another and came together, no pun intended, for weeks or weekends of bliss. Neither of them felt the need to put on airs with the other and their trysts were refreshing to say the least.
Ten years ago, Aiah was in attendance at small social gathering with a group of Americans that she was working with. It was set up to decide if the government and other investors were willing to work with the Americans on a deal.
The man that would become her lover, was supposed to meet with the American group later that day. The gathering was to introduce the men to others. Her paramour wasn’t supposed to be at the gathering. There had been a meeting scheduled at that time and it was cut short. Out of curiosity, he stepped in the room. His quiet presence startled those in attendance.
The man unnerved a great many people in his lifetime. While reasonably attractive, the man lacked the stature of the latest Hollywood film star. One could even call his build as being slight.
She could feel the air ripple with something akin to worry or fear but finished her interpreting first.
Aiah was beautiful. While beauty truly was in the eye of the beholder, beautiful women were a dime a dozen. However, this was a woman that had more than just simple beauty. She spoke and moved with such confidence, it rattled those around her much of the time. Soft spoken with a brilliant mind, Aiah was someone that stood out.
The man that she would be meeting shortly stopped and stared.
Unable to help himself, he watched her mouth move. Full lips that curved upwards gave the impression that she was always smiling. Her voice, while soft, was something dark and rich. She wasn’t chilly or brittle like some women were in a crowd of men. No, this little girl was warm. She was the fires that burned on the coldest day.
This was a woman that didn’t feel the need to prove herself. Somehow people felt the need to prove themselves to her. The man watched the scene unfold before him.
The way Aiah held herself was fascinating to him. This wasn’t a woman that was confident because of her looks. This was a woman that was self-assured because she was the very best at what she did. The intelligence in those unusual green eyes left him awestruck. And then she caught him staring at her.
Her gaze met his and he was surprised. Not many strangers in these settings would meet his gaze. Her gentle smile was one of genuine delight at seeing him there and he returned the smile in kind. Unlike the men she was with, there wasn’t a flicker of fear to be seen from her. The Americans were nervous, he noted but their interpreter was not. Interesting.
She bowed her head in respect but did not approach. Aiah was well aware of the rules that surrounded him. It made an impression. He knew he had not seen her before. This one would be a hard to miss and ever harder to forget.
The attraction between the two of them was immediate. That single meeting started a long lasting liaison between them. Aiah had been having an affair with the current President of Russia, Vladimir Putin, for over a decade.
They were both fond of one another. Privately, they were very caring and affectionate. Still, their relationship was no strings attached on either side – at least sexually. The friendship that would develop between the pair would last throughout their lifetimes.
Ten years ago her face and figure spoke of youth but her bearing was that of a woman with experience at life. The poise and gracefulness in which she held herself was not that of a mere girl. Age meant little to a woman like Aiah, she would always be sought after.
Putin had mistakenly thought her to be 10-12 years older than she actually was. It wasn’t because she looked older. There was no way that a woman of just 20 years could hold herself in such a way. He thought it would have been impossible.
Later, when he had asked if she would permit him to kiss her. She said yes and then kissed him first.
Putin often thought back to that first kiss between them, especially in his private time. It was not a peck on the lips nor was it something forced. That kiss was something soft and subtle at first, much like the woman herself.
She let it linger and build slowly. Tender and sweet sounds encouraged him further. It was then that Aiah finally yielded to him, allowing his tongue to slip past her lips. His hands, strong and blunt, stroked across the expensive dress. They explored each other in such a way that when they parted from the kiss, they were both breathless.
Breathless and still connected by touch, Putin pulled her closer. The gasp she made when her body collided with his own was far more beautiful than any piece of music he had heard. A single digit explored his jawline and stroked his skin lightly. There was curiosity in her beautiful gaze and she kissed him again. The second kiss was even more decadent than the first.
Ten years later, she still thrilled him. It wasn’t just the sex either. While open and candid with him, Aiah always carried an air of mystery about her. Rarely revealing her hand, she was still quite forward and direct. This was a woman that should have come with a warning label.
Social niceties differed from culture to culture. She studied those differences. She understood the nuances of manners and proper behavior. Exceedingly polite and demure, Aiah Corrington was a woman in demand. You could always expect her to be genuinely polite, unless you stepped over a line.
Liberties were not permitted to be taken with her, ever. Bold in the way men tended to be, it made those of the male persuasion take a step back if they raised her ire. The people that could afford to hire her were wholly unused to a woman being as confrontational as she. It made more than a few men uncomfortable, even to the point of fear. Those men couldn’t understand how she evoked those feelings within them.
Aiah had been all of 21 when she took on a longer contract than she normally would. The man that had hired her was an old school businessman. A kind and jovial person, he treated her like a favorite granddaughter. Having a feeling that she was recommended to the man by her occasional lover was odd at first. Nevertheless, the work was enjoyable.
Grigori Tikhonovich, her employer, always insisted she call him Grisha. Grisha was somewhat of a financial genius. Every single project he did there would be people from all over the world wishing to finance it. He hadn’t lost money on a project in over thirty years.
After the first time Aiah worked with him, she refused to take payment. The amount earned by her had been exorbitant. It was far more than she believed was justified. She and Grisha were arguing about payment while sitting at the dinner table in his home. It was his wife that came up with a better idea. Nastasia told her husband to not pay Aiah.
When he began to protest, she shushed him. He could invest the money owed back into his project. If he made a profit then so would Aiah. Grisha fretted over doing such a deal. He worried that she wouldn’t have enough money to live on. It took her swearing to him that she was financially sound.
That contract launched her into the double digits as a billionaire when she was just 21 years old.
They were entertaining possible investors when a man said something derogatory about her and Grisha to another. By the accent, she guessed he was either from the US or Canada. However, he spoke in Mandarin to express his thoughts.
She whispered something to her employer who gave her permission to have the men removed.
On high alert, she stepped over to the men. Speaking in Mandarin, she asked both men to leave immediately. She was all of 5’7 and weighed less than 120 lbs. The men believed her to be just a silly little slip of a girl with no real authority. Immediately, they became belligerent and tried to intimidate Aiah.
She stood before the two serenely. It wasn’t until the man that spoke put his hands on her did Aiah move. Wearing a business suit and heels, she swept the man’s feet out from under him. Just as quickly, she had him on his belly. The man was at her mercy in less than three seconds. Putting pressure on the joint, she was very close to doing permanent damage. Her voice was soft when she spoke.
“You should be grateful that I haven’t done any damage, yet. However, as I have no problem doing permanent damage, I would suggest you choose your next words and actions very carefully.”
The men were removed, Aiah never found out what happened to them. She didn’t care. The investment however, paid out 1000-fold. The news of what she had done made its rounds. She was not a woman to be trifled with. Vladimir ended up hearing about it through Grisha himself.
Immediately, he called her. It was well after midnight in London when he did.
“Hello?” She knew who it was of course.
“Are you alone?”
“I am walking into my flat currently.” The jingle of keys were heard.
“I spoke with Grisha.”
“Oh? Is everything alright?”
The line went dead.
Seconds later, a video chat was enabled.
Chuckling softly, she answered. “You just wanted to see me naked in the bathroom?” Putting the phone on a shelf, Aiah was removing her makeup.
“How did you know I was alone?”
“I didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t care if someone else saw you?”
Unpinning her hair and shaking it out, she laughed. “Why would I care? I have a body. So does every other human on the planet.”
He sighed softly and shook his head. “What shall I ever do with you?”
“Too bad you are a four hour flight away. Otherwise I would offer to show you exactly what you could do.” She blew a kiss to him.
“How did you know how to throw a man like that?”
“I have studied Judo and Krav Maga since before I was of school age.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you ask?” She countered. “Since I am all alone, I need to get myself off before I go to sleep. Unless you want to watch?” Aiah smirked.
He wanted to.
Switching over to her laptop, Aiah gave him quite the show.
While it was the first time he had ever had ‘phone sex’, it wouldn’t be the last.
She worked with Tikhonovich often. So much so that she became like a family member and was very close with his immediate family. They kept in touch until the day he died which was only 8 months ago. Born in 1927 Grisha had seen a little of everything. Instead of making him bitter, he became more and more kind with each passing year.
When Aiah arrived at the funeral with Grisha’s granddaughters she was shocked to see Putin there. She had not known he would be attending. Because of Putin’s being there, the attendance grew with those that knew Mr. Grisha Tikhonovich.
She and Putin spoke briefly before he had to leave. He was still concerned. It was the first time he had ever seen her cry. Like her lover, Aiah had mastered her emotions and rarely showed what she didn’t wish others to see.
It was later she found out that Grisha had been close with Vladimir’s father. Still, that wasn’t the reason the President of Russia had shown up. Aiah had been distraught and he wished to make sure that she was faring well.
Grisha’s widow, Nastasia, was surprised at the great number important people had shown to her husband’s funeral. That evening Nastasia had told Aiah that she believed that Vladimir Vladimirovich was sweet on the younger woman. Aiah scoffed and explained that they had a good working relationship for the last decade.
She still kept in touch with Nastasia and his other family members. It wasn’t until after Grisha passed away that she was told why he cared so deeply for her. Aiah reminded him of his younger sister that killed in WWII during the Siege of Leningrad. She reminded him so much of his younger sister that Grisha had wondered if she was his dear Masha reincarnated.
She was given a framed picture of Grisha and his sister taken in 1937. He had been a boy of 10 and his sister was 9. They picture was lovingly put in her sitting room with pictures of her grandparents. Aiah resembled the little girl physically, that was for certain. According to Grisha’s brother Aiah and Masha had a notably similar personality as well.
She would treasure the picture for as long as she lived.
So much of her schooling was what would have to be called informal. Aiah was surrounded by American and British military folk and politicians. Her command of languages were so renowned that when she was just 18 years old the US military had sought her out.
She said no, repeatedly.
She was taught by her parents and tutors instead of attending any public schools. The Corrington family never stayed at a place long enough for Aiah to successfully attend school. Because of the sheer amount of travel and moving her parents did, it was easier to homeschool the young Aiah. Her education progressed quickly because of it. She had earned two BS degrees from a well-respected university when she was just 16.
Aiah was intelligent. She was a girl with a fast metabolism and even faster learning abilities with little need for extras like sleep. Her parents found out very early on it was best to keep her busy. They pushed her hard in education, knowledge and sports. When she was young, you had to wear her out to get her to rest at all.
Having a natural aptitude in athleticism, she competed in or played for her own enjoyment in a good number of sports. Aiah ran, skied on snow and water, swam, played tennis, and along with many others but her passions were fencing, Krav Maga and Judo.
Although it was rarely spoken about, she had competed in fencing at two summer Olympics.
The day she met Putin, Aiah had been working with that group of American businessmen. The six men were problematic from the start. It was a brush here and a feel there. They tried to play the touches off as accidental or as friendly, such as an arm around the shoulders.
While only 20, she had a no tolerance policy that was written into her contracts. Not to mention, Aiah knew that she could reduce every single one of them to tears without even mussing up her hair.
Aiah warned them one time. They were given one chance and one chance only. They didn’t believe her warning and one of the men slid his hand underneath her skirt. She quit on the spot. They still had to pay her fees and all expenses as per the contract, so it was no loss for her.
They also ended up paying her hush money.
Supposedly, the men all married into money. If any of their wives would have found out what they attempted with their interpreter, they would have divorced the men and left their ex-husbands penniless. These supposed rich and powerful women were no one Aiah had ever heard of. Asking her father and a search online turned up nothing either.
It amused Aiah greatly. She never threatened them with blackmail. There was no need to pay her such a large sum. Still, they gave her the money.
Putin had not been in the room at the time but was watching privately and without anyone’s knowledge. He was the one that made the men pay and pay well. Aiah was never told about that, not that it would have mattered to her.
She valued privacy because of growing up there was little privacy to be found. She was not the sort that needed much in the way of human connection. Punishment for misdeeds was not something she concerned herself with in regards to others. She had grown up in a world were punishment was handed out for the most minor of offenses.
She kept herself closed off to 99% of the people she encountered, even her parents to a degree. Several accusations were made by men that tried to sleep with her and were refused. There were rumors that she was a well-controlled psychopath. Aiah rolled her eyes at such nonsense.
Yes, she could be cool and calculating. That was actually because of the business she was in. When translating between people she could not allow her own emotion to show. It would skew the viewpoints of others. The same thing was brought up when she appeared not to show any emotional empathy. She didn’t outwardly show it, that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
Five years ago, a large suitcase was found in a basement in Poland that contained quite a bit of information left from the occupation of Poland by the Nazis. Having dedicated a large amount of time over the years studying Nazi Germany from a both a historical and psychological points of views, she was considered to be well versed in that part of history.
Those documents contained some of the foulest information she had ever laid eyes on. Every evening when she retired to the small flat that was rented for her, she would cry over a glass of wine. The wine was there to help numb the anguish she felt in her heart. Aiah very rarely drank anything alcoholic so the wine was helpful in the process of washing away the anguish.
That fateful day a decade ago, Aiah requested from one of the Russians if he would show her out since she was no longer working with the men. Via radio it was arranged that Putin would have a chance to speak privately with her.
“Is everything alright Ms. Corrington?” Vladimir Putin looked concerned when he stopped her in the grand hallway.
Aiah was polite but she didn’t believe he was actually concerned. “Yes, my apologies Prime Minister. I found myself at odds with what they wished for, so there might be a delay until they bring someone else in.”
“There is no need. I won’t do business with men such as these.”
She bowed her head ever so slightly and spoke softly. “I’m very sorry that we wasted your time Sir. That was not my intention. Perhaps our paths will cross again.” She offered her hand.
He did take her hand but before he let go, he kissed the back of it. “Would you mind staying please Ms. Corrington? It would just be for twenty or thirty minutes. I would like to speak with you.”
“Of course Sir.”
She was shown to his office and they discussed a business proposition. Two hours later, they were fucking for the third time with Aiah bent over his desk. He could never get enough of her, even a decade later. Sleek and slender, her body looked delicate but Putin found out that looks were deceiving when it came to her.
He was the one that desired to see her again but it was Aiah that laid the ground rules for their relationship.
Aiah didn’t care for things. She didn’t want presents, flowers, or any sort of gift. She didn’t want nor need money. Anything she wanted? She could purchase it herself. Although, she did not mind the occasional piece of new lingerie to replace something he had ruined in their rougher moments.
Also, she didn’t want to date. The thought of being seen with the then Russian Prime Minister in a romantic sense didn’t sound appealing. Given her age at the time the relationship started, it would have been a mess. To make matters worse, he was a married father of two girls, 35 years her senior and Aiah was younger than both of his children. The only time she would be seen with him in public was in a business capacity.
She was a favorite of the photographers taking official photos of Putin. Part of it was for simple propaganda. Aiah came from a family with prominent ties in both American and British politics. It was to poke at those governments, especially the American one. She would rarely set foot in the United States.
The photographs taken were almost always in the company of others. There were a few rare ones of her with Putin but it was easy to see that the pictures came from a public business setting. A rumor had been started that she was either frigid or lesbian because even the virile and macho Putin rarely gave her a second glance.
It worked out well with plausible deniability.
Putin heard one of the remarks himself in a meeting with some of the Cabinet members, just two days after Aiah had been there.
“Vladimir Vladimirovich! When are you going to break in that pretty girl you have working here?”
“We are surrounded by beautiful women, you are going to have to be more specific.” He replied dryly.
“The pretty little thing with the eyes. Is she frigid or does she like the ladies like we do?” The man smiled broadly.
“Do you mean the interpreter, Aiah?”
“Yes! She needs a man to tell her what is what! I will offer my services if you do not wish to have a go at her first.”
The Cabinet member stepped down from his position when scandal after scandal rocked his office to the very core.
Aiah had very recently found out that she had fans online that worshipped her every move. The knowledge of the fan club left her stunned. She had no idea. Upon finding out how much fanfic was dedicated to her, Aiah briefly considered becoming a hermit. Not one to be overly bothered by things, it still was odd to her.
However, she did take a certain amount of glee in reading a passage or two from the fanfiction to Putin. Since she was normally seen in his company, an affair between the two of them in the writings wasn’t unknown. She especially enjoyed reading him the naughty bits where she called him Master or Daddy. It made even the unflappable Vladimir Vladimirovich blush on occasion.
“He was insatiable when it came to her. Quickly, Vladimir Vladimirovich claimed her innocence for himself. Rutting with her like a beast, he spilled his seed only when he heard her girlish voice whisper cum in me Daddy.”
“That is not normal. No, what sort of sick person writes that?” He was stunned.
“Do I have a girlish voice?” Aiah frowned. “I don’t think I do.”
“No Kitten. Your voice is not of a girl. I know exactly what you sound like when you are calling out my name.” He smirked. “Hm. There is some truth there at least.”
“Oh?”
“I am insatiable when it comes to you and I do rut like a beast at times.”
“Not the innocence part?” Aiah was trying not to laugh.
Kissing her lips, Vladimir smiled. “Kitten, I know nothing of innocence when it comes to you. Which is good. I do not want you innocent. You are far, far, far more interesting being sinful.”
“What if I write you a story? Hm?”
“Now that I would not mind.”
“Challenge accepted.”
So much attention was paid to Aiah because she did a series of family shows and children’s books in nearly 20 languages. The shows were to help young people discover the world outside of their own bubble. Through school programs, there were pen pals so that children could learn other languages beside their native ones. The pen pals were closely monitored so that they would not be taken out of the system in order to keep children safer. There were episodes for each age grouping from 4 to 17.
Because of this, there was a good number of girls that wanted to be her and boys that wanted to date Aiah.
Even in the beginning of their relationship, they spent quite a bit of time just talking. Aiah was every bit of a night owl that Putin was. The three hour time difference between London and Moscow was insignificant to each other’s lives. Wise beyond her years, he learned to trust her judgement. He may not agree with her but the reasoning was sound. He could trust Aiah to answer him as honestly and completely as she was able.
Putin did employ Aiah with regularity for various reasons. By the age of 23 she held three PhDs, one in biology, one in psychology and the last in zoology. The only reason she got the degrees was because she was bored with most of what she was translating and it helped with her vocabulary when she was doing certain jobs. She forced herself to learn the same information in other languages as well.
All of this and more combined to make her the most sought after interpreter in the world.
She absolutely refused to be involved in illegal activities, she also refused to make comments about anything that happened within a business capacity. And god forbid anyone tried to get her to talk on religion or politics. They would have a better chance of being kicked by a snake.
When someone paid for her services they also paid for silence.
Depending on where in the world Aiah and Vladimir were located determined where they would stay. They were currently at her spacious London flat. Both of their lives left little time for chance encounters. Nothing was a surprise and everything needed to be arranged for when they saw each other. That was more for keeping their private lives out of the daily news and Putin safe.
She had been surprised when he agreed to her terms. He had been married at the time and was quite pleased that she didn’t want anything more. The fact that she was the one to set the parameters of their relationship amused him. Then again, she amused him much of the time.
“Are you not going to get dressed?” He walked back in with a bottle of cold Perrier and two glasses. Her glass had ice. His didn’t. He wore nothing more than pajama bottoms.
“Do you want me to get dressed?” She looked back over her shoulder.
He smiled and shook his head. “No. I want you again.” The bottle and glasses were set down on a nightstand and he walked over to her. His lips were pressed to her shoulder when he wrapped his arms around her waist. He patted her bare bottom. “I like this.”
“Does that mean you like my bare arse? Or the tan lines? Or fucking my arse?
“All three.” He bit her collarbone gently. She couldn’t see it but he smiled when he heard her breath quicken.
Aiah had spent four months on an island working and still sported a warm tan except where her bikini bottoms had been. On her days off she spent a lot of time swimming and at the beach. Tops were optional on the beaches and she opted to not wear one most of the time. She also knew he had a fondness for bikini tan lines.
“How do you want me Vladimir?” Her head turned to look at him and she gave him a sultry smile. “Would you let me suck your cock until your cum dribbles down my chin? Or would you rather fuck my almost white arse?”
“Minx.”
She batted her lashes and gave him a faux innocent look, making him chuckle. There was something far too devilish in her green eyes. Turning around, she faced him.
“I want you Vladimir. I want you to make me scream and make me cry.” Her hand went to cup around the front of his pajamas. Gently as can be, her fingers ran over his already hard cock. Leaning in, she was eye to eye with him. Her lips brushed his jaw and she whispered. “Will you please?”
Grabbing her arm roughly, he spun her around. Knees hit the soft cushion before she even realized he had moved her. Putin pulled at the string on his pajama bottoms and let them drop to the floor. Grabbing Aiah’s hair with one hand he slid the head of his cock between her soaking wet folds.
“Whore.” He whispered before thrusting in hard and fast.
The sudden move made her gasp. The gasp was followed immediately by a whimper of pain. He let go of her hair and the hand went around her throat. The other teased at the sensitive peaks of her nipples. His lips caressed her ear with a whisper. In turn he savored the sweet cries of his lover.
“You make the perfect little whore for me don’t you Aiah? Except you aren’t a whore. You are just mine to do with what I please.” He bit the back of her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “I will only give you what you want if you are a good girl. Can you be a good girl Kitten? Is it even possible?”
“Cad.” She growled. Truthfully she loved when he would say things like that.
His hand tightened around her slender throat. “What was that?”
“Cad.” She hissed the word. “You are a brute Vladimir.”
“You say the sweetest things to me. You may call me a cad, a scoundrel or even a brute but it is you that would fall to her knees to get a taste of my cock Aiah.” He purred against her ear. “You would beg for it and you know it.”
“Yesssssssss. I would.”
“Wet little cunt. MmmHm. You are delicious Aiah.”
Her body shivered with delight. Indeed, she begged him for more. There was no other man that she desired like she did him. Even the first day they met, he knew how to make her cry out his name.
Pulling out, he shoved his cock into her arse. The pain was electrifying. Hands tightened on the back of the window seat. Immediately his thick cock was buried all the way inside of her. She knelt in front of him unable to make a sound. The thrusts started hard and fast. Finally, she found her voice.
Aiah begged him to thrust harder. He wasn’t one to deny his Kitten if he didn’t have to.
Finally she cried out, Putin slipped two fingers back in her sex. Fingers matched the strokes of his cock for a while before he pulled them out.
“Lick them clean Aiah. Lick them clean for me.” He smeared her own wetness over Aiah’s full lips.
She sucked both fingers into her mouth. Licking and sucking, she cleaned them off. Flicks of her tongue pressed against the pads of his fingers. She nipped his skin when she felt the orgasm rise up. She met his thrusts with her own and it only made him fuck her harder and faster. As the storm rolled into London, the crash of thunder set the tempo for them. The lights flickered a few times and when they did, Aiah and her lover found their pleasure together. He did indeed make her weep. Tears of pleasure and pain tracked down her cheeks as she sang her delight.
One arm snaked around her belly. Kissing behind her ear, Vladimir smiled. Pulling out, the pajama bottoms were retrieved. He picked her up easily. With her in his arms, Putin walked over to the bed and set her down in the center. He kissed the tracks of tears away and kissed her lips.
He saw to her comfort before he sat down and leaned back against the pillows.
“Lay with me Aiah?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Sliding closer to him, Aiah laid her head on his thigh. Lips pressed right below his navel, only to linger. She stroked her hands over his stomach and chest while looking up at him. It was obvious that he enjoyed her touch.
“It’s hard to believe that it has been over ten years.”
“Time flies does it not?” She smiled.
“Very much so. I am saddened by the thought you will be leaving me soon.” He stroked her cheek adoringly.
“Leaving? Whatever for?”
“My Aiah, you need a man to settle down with. Good people marry.”
“I do not believe I qualify as good. Okay, maybe good at it.” She didn’t bother to tell him even if she was married that didn’t mean anything. She knew he would disagree. It was fine for a married man to have an affair but not a married woman. If she were ever to marry, her husband would know that she had another lover that she wouldn’t give up.
“You are very good at it.” He touched her cheek again with a smile.
“Vladimir, do you remember my full name?”
Shaking his head, he arched an eyebrow. “Aiah Giselle Peregrine Corrington. How could I forget that?”
“Aiah means a raven or a vulture. What do ravens or vultures often mean? Death. Giselle means pledge or oath and of course Peregrine is a bird of prey. That is not the name of a woman that will settle down willingly or easily. It is certainly not the name of a woman that will do anything that she does not wish to do. I needed a man only once. That was my father helping create me. I have never needed a man Vladimir Vladimirovich and I never will.”
“You do not need me?”
“No. I don’t. I want you. I don’t need you. The difference is a need is a must have. A person needs food and shelter, for example. You I want. To want a man is much higher praise. I don’t need you to take care of me. I am perfectly capable of caring for my own self. You enrich my life. I could live without you but why would I want to do so?”
Vladimir Putin looked at her smiling face and shook his head with a chuckle. “I often wonder what it would have been like meeting you many years ago when I was a young man. If we would have been of a similar age, what would have happened?”
“I would have driven you mad.”
“I probably would have tried to recruit you.” He tugged on her hair and smiled.
“So I could drive you……madder?” She laughed warmly. “It probably would have been similar to how we met originally Vladimir. We would have fucked each other until we both could barely move.” Her brow creased. “You realize we were living in Germany at the same time, yes?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me Kitten. I am an old man.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “An old man couldn’t fuck me like you do.”
“Would we have married?”
“Doubtfully. I make a much better paramour than I would a spouse.”
“Aiah, why would you think that?”
“You aren’t around me all the time. I can be difficult.”
He started to laugh. “You can be difficult? You are difficult. Luckily on you, it is very endearing.”
She smiled. “Thank you. As for why? You know what my schedule is like. That is no way to have a marriage.”
Vladimir moved Aiah so that she was kneeling over his thighs, facing him. His blue-grey eyes looked into her pale green ones, searching for something. Unsure of exactly what he was searching for, he kissed her forehead tenderly.
“Why Kitten? Why do you hide yourself?”
“I don’t hide. I am around people all the time. And because clients need to be able to trust me I feel somewhat exposed constantly. I like my solitude. You are the exception to that rule my dearest Vladimir. I enjoy being near you. You understand me in ways that no one else ever has before. You aren’t upset when I just wish to be near you and be silent.”
“That is because we are the same in many ways.”
Gently, he laid her back on to the bed. Her bare skin was so soft beneath his fingertips. His lips pressed to a spot right beneath her earlobe. He caught the subtle scent that she wore earlier in the day. His body covered hers and when he felt her heartbeat Putin closed his eyes.
Their connection to each other grew stronger every time they were together. He hated going to a different country without her. Everything could be going wrong and with her he did not worry. She soothed his beasts. It amazed him that she was able to do so with such ease. He realized long ago that she had her own beasts and they spoke the same language as his.
This time they took their time with one another. It was much slower and more sensual than when they listened to the storm roll in. Fingers traced warm patterns slowly along each other’s flesh. Soft kisses were pressed upon skin and lingered there. They took their time while enjoying the taste and feel of one another. Vladimir enjoyed the sounds that his lover made.
Aiah’s voice was like honey and with her barely audible sounds of pure pleasure, she was the most erotic creature he had ever encountered. The cries of passion that left her lips were words of praise to his ears. He recovered from their recent encounter with their slow foreplay and it wasn’t long before he was ready again.
She could feel him, already hard. Keeping pale eyes focused on him, she began to press and grind against his cock. Sliding a hand between them, Aiah ran her fingers over the fabric that kept her from feeling the satiny flesh beneath.
His frustration grew until he jerked down the bottoms and thrust into her. Hand tangling in her curls, he pulled hard. Her neck arched, giving him better access to her throat. Nipping and kissing the soft skin there, Putin enjoyed his lover fully.
Pulling harder, he groaned when her back bowed. Full and natural breasts were on display for him and Vladimir took pleasure in mauling the rounded globes. The flesh there was tender from his touch over their time spent together, which only made him bite and suck harder.
“You are soaking wet, Kitten.”
“I always am when it comes to you.”
“I know.”
He moved them both so that she was riding him. Aiah gripped the top of the headboard tightly, steadying herself. Impaled on his thick cock, she whimpered softly. He was quite a bit thicker than men she had previously been with. The girth alone gave the most intense sensations of pain and exquisite pleasure.
“Vladimir, you feel marvelous.” Such a soft voice had a tendril of roughness while praising her partner.
The little vixen in his arms was close, he could tell. He craved her pleasure more than his own. “Give it to me Aiah. Give me what I want.” Putin growled at her. “Tell me Kitten, tell me how much you like my cock buried in you. No, don’t tell me. Show me.”
And she did. Aiah looked into his eyes when the first waves of orgasmic pleasure took over her entire body. Unable to help himself, his own happened within mere moments of hers.
She kissed him.
Lips were soft and tender upon his own with that kiss. Even though they had just finished, Aiah’s delicate cries of ecstasy were muffled against his lips. He could feel how much she craved him. Pulling back from the kiss, she looked into his eyes once more.
Full parted lips curved upwards smiling and she begged him for more.
Laying her down on the bed, Aiah was on her stomach. Vladimir marveled at her physical beauty. How could he not? Kneeling over the backs of her thighs he stroked he skin with his lips and fingertips. Hips lifting, she pressed her rounded and muscular arse upwards.
“Vladimir……” The sound of joy in her voice was obvious, as was her smile.
The smile quickly turned to a frown when her personal phone began to ring. It was her father. She held a finger to her lips to signal silence. Aiah didn’t step away even knowing that Vladimir understood English well enough. Her father wouldn’t ever say something that could be compromising.
“Hello Dad. Is everything okay?” It was one in the morning in London.
“Not really sweetheart, what are you doing in about a week?”
Grabbing her work phone she looked at the calendar. She saw she was just doing translating work. It could be done on her laptop. She felt it then. Her lover’s hands were on her arse, spreading her open. Green eyes went wide when she felt his fingertip stroke over and around her back passage.
Vulnerable given the position she was in, Vladimir’s lips pressed against her bare shaven sex. He tasted the love and lust of them both. Pressing her legs open further, his tongue parted her silken folds. Blowing his breath across the wet skin, he smiled when she shivered. Tongue delved in as deep as possible, only to retreat and lap at her clit.
Back arching, her body craved more. Biting down on the pillow in front of her, Aiah couldn’t make a sound. She could hear his sounds of lust and hunger. He growled lowly, only to nip at her labia. Now she was having to bite down hard on her tongue to keep from making any noise.
Aiah nudged him with her foot trying to get him to stop. She heard him laugh softly as he ignored her wishes
“Not much. Why?”
“I need you in Moscow on Monday morning one week from tomorrow.”
“Moscow? Whatever for?”
Fingers slid inside of her while Vladimir tormented her with his tongue. Hands gripped her thighs and shoved her legs wider apart. He devoured her like that. Aiah had to bite down on a pillow again so not to let her father hear.
“President Bryce needs someone that knows the nuances like you do sweetheart.”
She muted the phone for a moment. She couldn’t help it. An orgasm tore through her body. With her back arching once more she pressed hard against him. Wetness ground against his mouth and he didn’t even pause. Sweet cries left her lips instantly. She shot him a murderous look and her lover just smiled and licked his lips.
Unmute.
“Are you going Dad?”
Vladimir was rubbing the head of his hard cock against her clit now and teasing her opening but not actually penetrating. Aiah had to mute the phone again. Whimpering softly, she shivered with pleasure while contemplating murder.
“Yes.”
Unmute
“Who will we be seeing?”
“The list is too long but mostly Putin and Lavrov.”
“Have your secretary email me a list of everything I need and a schedule, I will see you then, bright and early.”
“Will you be staying with us sweetheart or at your place?”
“Dad, my flat is far more comfortable.” Aiah tended to spend well over half the year in Moscow and had for years.
“I know you have met with Putin before What about Vaino and Medvedev? What about Lavrov?”
“Yes, I have met with Vladimir Putin a great number of times. Translating and interpreting in Russia is the bread and butter of my work. So, I have been in President Putin’s company quite a bit more than Lavrov. Still, they have always been gentlemen around me. I’m not exactly familiar with Vaino so much but Medvedev is a gentleman.”
Mute.
Yes Dad, I have spent a lot of time with Vladimir Putin. As a matter of fact he is fucking me right this very moment. And good god he knows how to fuck me and fuck me well.
He was inside her now and thrusting hard. He loved how wet she was. There was also something about fucking the daughter of the American President’s Chief of Staff that made him smile, not that he would ever admit that. His Kitten was whimpering sweetly for him. She thrust back against him several times suddenly he pulled out. Aiah growled her displeasure at him.
Unmute.
“Okay Dad, see you Monday. I love you.”
She hung up and dropped the phone.
Pressing against her slick little star, once more he thrust in deeply. She whimpered in pain but after just a heartbeat he felt wonderful.
Grabbing her chin, he moved her head to the side so that he was able to kiss her lips. A single digit was torturing her sensitive clit. He got rough and then rougher. He was brutal in the use of her body. Yet, his kisses were loving and tender. Thrusting back hard, she growled. Driving her down on to the mattress, he used his weight to hold Aiah down. Mere minutes later they were both spent.
She licked his cock clean with gentle swipes of her tongue.
After all of their years together, there was very little that was taboo between them in regards to sex. There was only one common sexual experience that she wouldn’t participate in. Anything they didn’t do otherwise was because they both didn’t care for the act.
Curled up together, he stroked his fingers down her spine gently. “You will be in Moscow in a week?”
“I’m interpreting for President Bryce’s visit apparently.”
“I will get to see you?”
“Professionally, yes. I doubt we will be able see each other privately.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“Vladimir, my father will be there with President Bryce.”
“Really? This must be new information.” Normally he knew all who would be coming with another head of state.
“That would be my guess. They are lucky. I promised to do some translation work otherwise I am booked solid for quite some time.”
“I’ve spoken to your father before but I haven’t met him.”
“I believe you have seen him before in person. Even if you haven’t, you will recognize him immediately. He’s very tall. I look like him except I have bigger breasts and longer hair.” She teased. “I am fairly certain he will not beg to suck your cock like I would either.”
“This is going to be an interesting few days.” He mused.
“I don’t think interesting is a strong enough word to cover what this will be. I believe most people would consider this a conflict of interest. Ms. Corrington what can you tell us about Vladimir Vladimirovich? Well he really likes it when I……HEY!” She started laughing after a playful swat landed on her arse.
“Aiah, I have an interview with an American this coming week, could you come out?”
“Yes. As long as I have time to work a couple hours a day on some translations.”
The flight from Heathrow to Moscow was an early morning one and she was thankful that it was less than a four hour flight. She would arrive at roughly at noon.
Aiah had been up all night, which was nothing unusual for her. She had let Vladimir sleep while she packed and got ready. They had one last quickie before he had to leave. They would be seeing each other briefly before the interview.
Wearing dark sunglasses and earbuds so people wouldn’t bother her, a slight smile curved her dark red painted lips upwards. She thoroughly enjoyed the last few days. Thankfully he did not treat her like she was made of glass. There were few things that irritated her more than a man thinking she was fragile just because she was female.
Vladimir liked to bend her over a piece of furniture and fuck her like that. This time he just tugged her panties to the side and used her like a bitch in heat. She loved it. When they were finished, he tugged her panties back over her swollen sex. He petted her there for just a minute, stroking her through the panties. Within seconds, the fine material was soaked through from both of their orgasms.
“Stay like that. When I see you later today I want you to return those panties to me, still warm from your body.”
She had to admit, it was a brilliant move on his part. Aiah couldn’t stop thinking about it. It kept her in a constant state of arousal and she couldn’t wait to pay him back.
Vladimir Putin was not what the propaganda made him out to be. While Aiah could attest to his virility, most of the rest of it was publicity stunts. He loved animals of all sorts but he really wasn’t a hunter. He didn’t go around shirtless or any of that nonsense. However, he was competitive in sports and enjoyed both playing and watching.
Aiah was a keen sportswoman herself and enjoyed competing against him.
Most of the image that was created by a fantastic PR team was because that is what the government thought people wanted. They weren’t wrong. The Vladimir Putin that she came to know was quiet and soft spoken. He enjoyed good food, good music, and solitude when not working. And fucking her senseless.
In many respects, he was a melancholic man. Still, he had a razor sharp wit. When they were alone he could be silly and sweet. There was something about him that intimidated most people. Aiah had figured it out to two factors outside of the sheer amount of power he commanded. His intelligence was one and you never knew what he was thinking was the other.
Neither bothered her. As a matter of fact, she loved that he was difficult to get a true read on and his intelligence was breathtaking. It still surprised Aiah that she was permitted to sit with one of the greatest political minds the world had known. Very few people sat back and simply relished that interaction.
He wasn’t social in his private time but neither was she. Aiah was not the sort that wanted to go shopping or to the cinema. The rare times she would go out with friends it was almost always to the symphony or the ballet. The one place she would willingly go to as often as possible was to the used bookshops.
The rare times that they had the opportunity to just sit and be with each other, they could go for hours without uttering a single word. They didn’t need words to speak. A touch or a smile said one thing. A kiss said something completely different.
Vladimir loved how she would lay her head on his thigh while he was reading over some important document. Occasionally, he would glance down at her and smile. Aiah’s eyes would be closed and she looked blissfully happy and serene.
In those moments he would gently run his fingers through her dark curls. Given how often they both were in the public spotlight, the mutual comfortable silence was important.
Other times? It was all about sex. Those weekends Aiah wouldn’t bother with clothing. Even at dinner she was bared to him. Vladimir would feed her from his fingertips with her on his lap. One hand would stroke over her skin. He was dressed on those occasions which made it all the more erotic.
What meant the most to Vladimir was that he could show his lover the side of him that no one was permitted to see otherwise. He could relax without worry with Aiah at his side. She took care of most all of his immediate needs in their times alone together. They could do things like watch movies together. Often he would sit in the kitchen while she cooked. In those moments of privacy, they both were allowed to be normal people.
That’s not to say that sex was off the table. There was just more to it than that. Aiah smiled to herself. How many years ago was it that she was given permission to cook for him? She couldn’t remember. It had always been amusing to her because she hadn’t known she wasn’t permitted to cook before then.
In the beginning there was always two members of his security team situated right outside of her closed bedroom door. Aiah was not known for her patience with stupidity. Vladimir was finishing getting dressed and she walked out of the bedroom without a stitch on.
Hands on her hips, she stood in front of the two men. The men had no idea what to do with their eyes. They didn’t want to offend the Prime Minister by looking at her but if they didn’t look at her they had no way of judging what she could do next.
“Gentlemen, you might as well be in the room with us. Do you have particular positions you would like to see? I can be fairly accommodating. What about lingerie? Is there a specific type you two prefer? Oh I know, you boys like stockings and high heels right? I mean it is only fair that you should have a chance to watch. After all, the Prime Minister could become dangerously ill and have a heart attack and the time it takes you to get from here to the bed? He would be gone.”
She made her point loud and clear.
There had been a trade with the London Zoo. The Moscow Zoo had their elderly jaguar pass away. The London Zoo had lost their snow jaguar for the same reason. It wasn’t uncommon for the larger zoos to make trades or gift an animal and it was decided that they would be able to help each other out. Aiah translated in both London and Moscow for the Russian government.
She was the one that also helped raise Obsidian. As part of her dissertation and clinical workings, she had gotten to play mum to the orphaned black jaguar. The big cat loved Aiah and would follow her around the enclosure every chance he got. He loved to play with her and she was permitted quite a bit close contact with him. If Aiah sat down, the big cat sat right down in her lap.
When the transfer of Obsidian from London to Russia occurred, she was with him the entire time. The ever watchful mum kept a careful eye on the sedated jaguar. When Obsidian was fully awake, the big cat started crying for his mother – Aiah.
There was one of the zookeepers that Aiah disliked immediately. She could sense something cruel in him even before the man laid eyes on the big cat. It kept her on alert. When he finally saw the black jaguar, the man was immediately on edge. He kept saying that Obsidian was acting odd and strangely skittish. When it got to the point that the zookeeper was saying that the animal needed to be put down, Aiah snapped at the man.
Obsidian kept hearing her voice but couldn’t see her, she tried to explain. Aiah told the man that she had been his handler since he was just two days old. The zookeeper scoffed and told her she was a fool.
There was something in the way Aiah’s lip curled upwards and the way her green eyes glittered with maliciousness that made the zookeeper take a step back. He was about to say something when she opened the door to the pen and grabbed the large bag of what were treats for the black jaguar.
Without another word, Aiah walked out into where her beloved Obsidian was.
Putin had just arrived and was about ready to have an apoplexy after seeing Aiah walk into the enclosure alone and wearing no safety gear.
With three clicks of her tongue, the 100 pound beast came running over at top speed and leapt into Aiah’s arms. This was her baby and Aiah knew exactly how to catch the big cat. He weighed only 18 pounds less than she did and she held him on her hip like she would a human child.
She began to stroke his fur and rub along his ears. Aiah spoke softly to him. He rewarded his mum with head butts and licks just as a housecat would. Setting him down, Aiah patted her shoulders. Immediately, Obsidian popped upwards and put his large front paws where she had just touched. She sang softly while they walked around.
In the light, it was obvious that the black jaguar was actually not truly black but more of a brindle. He was a beautiful animal for certain. After giving him the hand signals for down and follow, Aiah sat down on a small square of concrete so Obsidian could lay in her lap while she petted him.
To Putin, on the other side of the fence, she explained. “When Obsidian was born the mother didn’t want to have anything to do with him. As a matter of fact, she tried to kill him. I wasn’t working as often because I was finishing my PhDs. Plus I had a continual contract within London so I wasn’t leaving the country very often. Every single day I was out there feeding, teaching him hand signals, and a lot more to the small cub. I even slept in the pen where he was kept when he was still too young to be left completely alone.”
Putin knew most of the information already. He saw Aiah during that time and enjoyed the videos she would send him.
“How did you sleep with a jaguar that close? I would be terrified.” A reporter asked.
Aiah smiled and rubbed Obsidian’s ears. He yawned, exposing his large teeth and snuggled closer to her. “He was very different from what you see now. At two days old he only weighed about a half a kilogram. Jaguars are blind for the first ten days of their lives.
When he was not wanting to take to a bottle I went and made a few shirts specifically to wear with him in mind. I was able to keep him close to my skin with hope that if he bonded with me he would feed. It worked. Jaguars are solitary creatures as adults in the wild but their cubs need constant care.”
Obsidian let out a roar which shocked a few of the journalists. He continued chattering loudly for several minutes.
“Jaguars are also very vocal. Please don’t be alarmed. He is just talking.”
“How often did you see Obsidian?” Another of the reporters asked the question.
“It depends. From two days to two years it was nearly every day. After that? As often as I could. I would fly back to London on my days off if I was working on a longer assignment just to be with him. His other keepers actually had recordings of my voice talking to Obsidian or singing to him. He was still young enough that he would get depressed if I was gone more than a few days. So they had things like scarves and blankets that were mine. He is three now and not quite as needy but I still try to see him as often as I can.”
“Has he ever hurt you?”
“No, not really. A few scratches that were minor and a light bruise here or there.”
“Are you afraid of him?”
“Afraid? No. Cautious, yes. Obsidian is still a wild animal. He could easily turn on me. I have a doctoral degree in zoology. I know what the risks are for both me and for him. Do not try this. Wild animals are not meant to be pets and I am a trained professional. Vladimir Vladimirovich? Would you like to pet him?” She asked. “I will take him by the collar so he cannot do much.”
What she said caused an uproar. Everyone immediately said no, that it wasn’t safe. Aiah was actually surprised because Vladimir was seen with wild cats a number of times. With all the naysayers speaking, he said yes.
While Obsidian was normally spoken to in English, Aiah was currently speaking Russian. It didn’t matter which language she used. It was the sound of her voice and hand signals that the big cat paid attention to. When she asked him politely to get down off of her lap, he did. Because he was so docile with her, she was the one that designed a special type of leather collar for him.
The collar, when changed, became a harness and a leash. There was a release for safety but it was impossible for the cat to get to. Not only was it used for handling and identification, it was easier to work with him as well. Aiah smiled and held her hand out to him. Obsidian promptly laid his paw over her hand.
Putin handed his jacket to someone and his tie before entering the cage with Aiah. She instructed Vladimir to come closer slowly and stop for a moment every 10 steps. The big cat watched him for a moment before turning his attention back to Aiah.
There was no one as stunned as she was when the President of the Russian Federation sat down beside her in a nearly $17,000 dollar suit. Directing Obsidian’s attention with a gentle stroke to his nose, she gave him the sign for friend and told him to shake hands.
Obsidian offered his paw to Vladimir.
Like many cats, wild or domesticated, Obsidian was a curious creature. He was very curious about the man sitting next to his mum. Aiah was rubbing his ears when he offered his paw to Putin on his own. It made Vladimir smile and he gave the paw a shake. Almost immediately Obsidian was giving head butts against the President’s arm.
Aiah beamed a smile like a proud mother. “You can pet him Vladimir Vladimirovich.”
And he did. He stroked a hand over the jaguar’s fur and head. It was obvious that the jaguar kept looking to Aiah for reassurance.
He rubbed under the jaguar’s neck. “I understand Obsidian. If I had to pick between a pretty girl and an old man? I would pick the pretty girl too.” He looked like a cheeky lad for a moment while Aiah blushed brightly.
He sat with his lover playing with the jaguar for a good half hour.
She waited for Putin to exit before she set the collar back to its normal look. Obsidian head butted Aiah in the chest to knock her down. He didn’t actually knock her down as much as she fell backwards on purpose. She knew what her baby was wanting to do. He laid across her chest and snuggled in close.
The zookeeper that called Aiah a fool stepped into pen. He was not going to permit the woman to outshine him when it came to the big cats. Immediately Obsidian started growl. The growls were warnings and soon the jaguar began to roar while standing guard over his mum.
“Get out. Now. Go slowly.”
The large beast started to yowl and hiss. Distracting Obsidian, Aiah nuzzled close to her baby.
She answered a few more questions and gave the large cat the last of the treats. It was time to go, sadly. She smothered Obsidian’s face and head with kisses. Aiah shed her heavy fleece jacket and gave it to the jaguar to have until she could see him again.
All of it had been recorded. The full video went viral within an hour of it being posted. Once again, nobody seemed to realize that she was Putin’s lover.
Aiah had never asked Vladimir for anything, until now. She asked if it were possible to get her some sort of permission so she could see Obsidian whenever she was in Moscow. The second request was to make sure that the zookeeper would be forced to stay far away from the big cat.
That was a deadly attack waiting to happen.
Aiah was given permission. He would not deny her something like that. There was very little that he would actually deny her. The man who snapped at Aiah was fired. Vladimir had considered simply relocating the man but decided it was not in the best interest of the animals. Plus, by Aiah working with the zookeepers and showing them the known hand signals, Obsidian’s life would be far richer.
It wasn’t until three years later that Aiah no longer went into the huge enclosure with Obsidian. He had been given a mate and would be a new Papa soon. Even then, she would see him when he was separated from his mate. She would also go to the edge of the enclosure, which was a safe area for the handlers and keepers, to talk to her boy.
It wasn’t just with animals that she had vast amounts of knowledge. Aiah extremely savvy when it came to knowing what was going on in the world politically. She had to be, especially with Russian, American, and UK politics. Because of that, she never denied the flaws of her lover.
In the eyes of the United States, Putin was a despotic and sometimes tyrannical leader. He was considered a dictator to the American public. Granted nearly every world leader could be, at least on occasion.
Was it more pronounced with him? Yes.
She wouldn’t deny that. Some of the time it was just that it appeared to be. With his former career in the KGB he had learned the art of a poker face when it was needed, just as Aiah had because of her work. Nobody ever knew what he was thinking if he did not want them to.
Putin could also be crude and thoughtless at times, especially when it came to women. Aiah would tell him when something he said bothered her and why. He had made a crude statement about rape that bothered her greatly.
“Vladimir?”
He looked up from whatever document he was reading.
“What would you do if I said that Dmitry Medvedev raped me?”
“Aiah, has he laid his hands on you?! I will kill anyone that touches you inappropriately.” The words alone were savage but the look in his eyes was murderous.
“No, the only time he has ever touched me was to shake my hand. Dmitry is a good man. Besides, Svetlana would see to his death before you ever had a chance.”
Immediately, he realized she was chastising him gently. “Kitten, sometimes I am a foolish man.” He sighed. “I understand what you mean, I shall apologize tomorrow. For now, I am sorry I spoke poorly and it bothered you. ”
Aiah had the luxury of a different understanding of Russian government and politics. Westerners tended to think that because the people of Russia looked like them, they thought like them as well.
Not necessarily.
Technology was beginning to change that but many of the citizens, including their President, had lived under communist rule in the not so distant past. It was more than that. Just by placement of the countries on the planet, there was a difference to the ways of thinking. History, people, times and so much more made a chasm between Russia and the western world.
An unspoken rule between Aiah and Putin was they didn’t speak of other lovers. While more than happy to play the role of a slut, Aiah didn’t sleep around. She had 4 lovers in 14 years and the relationships were varying in their degrees of seriousness.
Because of the non-monogamous status she kept to, Aiah was responsible when it came to sex. She took Truvada to lessen the chance of contracting HIV. Not desiring to get pregnant, implanted birth control was used by her. Condoms were a must by the men she slept with. The only one she didn’t use a condom with was Vladimir. So, every three months she had a complete STI panel ran.
Aiah always told people the truth when it came to sex. Monogamy would never happen with her. She used protection and expected her partners to do the same. While never forbidden to speak of Putin, she never told a soul about the secret relationship.
There was a very good chance she would be meeting Alina Kabaeva sometime in the next two weeks. The Olympic medalist was thought to be the girlfriend of Vladimir Putin for a while now and the mother of up to three of his children – depending on which news agency you listened to. Aiah had no idea if the rumors were true. It was none of her business. Still, she prepared herself mentally for such a meeting.
While the interview was of no concern, the following week when Tobias Corrington and Joseph Bryce arrived would be problematic more than likely. Both father and godfather were both over protective of her.
Aiah was startled out of her reverie by a flight attendant.
“My apologies, I didn’t catch what you said.” She responded in Russian and pulled out the ear buds.
“Let me get someone else to help you. I don’t speak Russian.” It was the only words in Russian the attendant knew.
“You are fine. I speak English.” Aiah smiled. She could tell by the woman’s accent that she was British.
“Oh! Thank you. This is not my normal flight and I feel a bit lost ma’am. Would you like something to drink?”
“San Pellegrino with a bit of lemon please?”
“Yes ma’am.”
An hour later she was striding towards the baggage claim area to get her luggage and then to hail a cab. She looked almost exactly as she was, like a business woman arriving for an important meeting. These were Aiah’s casual clothes. Black kitten heeled d’Orsay pumps paired well with a little black dress that was perfectly modest in most ways. A black cashmere cardigan topped everything off. The heavier coat was over her arm and a purse was in her hand.
She was waiting to get her luggage when a large hand clamped down on her shoulder.
“Touch me again and I shall keep what you touch me with as a souvenir.” She didn’t bother to turn around. She didn’t need to.
“Ms. Corrington.”
“Correct.”
“You have a car waiting to take you to the Kremlin.”
“Oh I bet you say that to all the girls.” She did turn around that time and smiled brightly. “A pleasure to see you again Vasili.” Vasili was the head of her detail when she came to work in Russia. He liked to give her a bit of a hard time. Aiah, of course, returned the favor in kind.
“It is a pleasure to see you as well.” He nodded with a smile. “Your luggage has already been taken to the car, just the one piece correct? Is there anything else you need?”
“No, not at all. I have everything with me except the luggage you already took. You are, as always, very efficient. I am impressed. Thank you Vasili.” It was always a source of amusement with Aiah that the hulking giant smiled far more often than most any Russian she knew. As vicious as the FSO agent could be when it came to his job, Vasili Ponomaryov was a jovial man.
The large man beamed with the praise and escorted her outside. A state limo was waiting for her. This was a bit more over the top than she was used to. Vasili was right behind her and when he opened the door, she saw why.
The President of the Russian Federation was wearing all black and disappeared in the shadow of the back seat. She almost laughed but instead she dropped her clutch. Bending down to pick it up, she was blocked by the door and the bodyguard. It gave her enough time to whip off her panties and hide them. The ties at the side made it easy to do. Sliding in quickly, she sat opposite of him.
“Good afternoon President Putin, thank you for picking me up. That was very generous of you.”
He slid the security panel into place with just a touch of a finger. “Did you have a good flight Kitten?”
“Partially. I was a tad uncomfortable the entire flight.”
He frowned. “What was wrong? Turbulence?”
“No. Someone I know played a very cruel trick on me.”
Before he could reply she dropped her still wet panties in his lap.
“I may have besmirched your fine name a few times, silently of course, Vladimir.”
“I’ll live with it.” He smiled at her. “Come here Kitten. I have missed you.”
Aiah moved to the seat next to him and kissed his cheek. “You just saw me eight hours ago.”
“I cannot miss you?”
“Of course you can. Volodya, you would tell me if something was wrong yes?” She never called him Volodya except when she was concerned for him. It was a common nickname for Vladimir. Aiah tended not to use diminutives for Russian names, unless specifically asked to do so. It was only to give herself another degree of separation while looking professional.
“Yes, I would.”
“Can you promise me?”
“Yes. I promise you Kitten. Do you know an American by the name of Oliver Smith?”
“The filmmaker? I know the name. He has worked with my father before.”
“He is the one conducting a series of interviews that will be put together over the course of a couple of years and turned into a documentary.”
“Isn’t Sergei Chudinov going to do the translating?”
“Yes. I need someone I trust as back up.”
Aiah was somewhat surprised.
“Yes?” There was the barest hint of annoyance in his voice.
“You trust your English tart more than some of your own countrymen. I am surprised.”
He stared at her for a moment before giving a sharp nod. “Yes.” He offered her his hand.
Taking it, Aiah looked at Vladimir. “I have upset you.”
“No, Kitten. I am not upset. You and I? We think differently on certain things. It is not bad. It is just the different lives we have led.”
“I don’t understand.”
“When we are together, you have me at my most vulnerable.”
Her brow creased thinking about what he just said.
“When we are together for something outside of our business relationship, we spend most of our time alone. No matter how well I am guarded or how well a building is guarded it would never be enough if it was you that tried to hurt me or kill me. Aiah, I am at your utter mercy. I have no choice but to trust you absolutely and completely, especially since we are as equals sparring against one another.”
“Vladimir, I would never do such a thing. Ever. I would take my own life before I would ever do anything to hurt you.”
“That is why I trust you as I do. I know this. I know you would fight for me, just as I would for you.”
“You’re right. I would.”
Immediately, she switched to the other side once again, they were too close to the Kremlin.
“Only one suitcase Kitten?” Leaning towards her, he took her hand once more.
“I have most of what I need already here Vladimir. Although I did bring a couple of new things that you may like. May I have my panties back?”
He smirked. “Nyet.”
Putin went through a list of where everything would be happening for the next few days. This would normally not be done by him but he had told his staff that he wished to do it. Aiah was in business mode while they walked around. No one would ever believe that they were fucking on a fairly regular basis. Or that her panties were safe and sound in his breast pocket.
When they went into his office, everything changed as the door was locked behind them. He kissed her lips softly while looking into her eyes.
“You will stay with me.” He didn’t ask a question.
“I suppose that is fair. Since you just stayed with me.” She smiled. “I do need to pick up some things from my home first.”
“Perhaps. Or perhaps I will keep you naked.”
“You would never get any work done. You realize this?”
“This is sounding like an even better idea.”
“You would go through people far too fast. A man that stared? You would end up with Siberia being over populated.”
He laughed. “I see your point.”
The following day, Aiah stayed in the background while all the introductions were made between security and the American film crew. Rules and how things would be handled were being discussed. Anyone looking at her would think that Aiah was bored and waiting. She was waiting but she was far from bored. She listened to everything said.
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Vladimir Putin entered the room. Aiah was so knowledgeable about how his entrances were handled she counted down to the final moment. She was correct, as usual. Wearing a black knee length fitted dress, she blended into the background for those that were not used to her. When she heard her name, Aiah stepped forward. The men were all surprised when she came closer to them. None of the Americans had noticed her, which was what she wanted.
She wore heels that flashed a red sole with each step. Her lips were glossy and nude and when the corners lifted into a smile? More than one man there wondered how those full lips would feel on their cock. The one man that knew smiled over the reactions of the others.
Knowing she wouldn’t be needed as an actual interpreter, Aiah left her hair down. The riot of lush curls distracted from her beautiful pale green eyes that she kept lowered. It wasn’t until Putin said something offhand that she raised her gaze to the men around her. Heavy lidded eyes and a smile that could lead any man astray, she was a picture of professionalism while being one of the most seductive of teases at the same time.
“Vladimir Vladimirovich, thank you.” Aiah smiled.
“Mr. Smith, this is one of my other interpreters that will be with me while we speak. Aiah, please permit me to introduce to you Oliver Smith.”
“It’s a pleasure.” Smith said and shook her hand. He was a well-traveled man and liked to show off his knowledge. “You must be from St. Petersburg by your accent?”
Chuckling softly, Aiah responded in English. “I have been told I sound like I am from St. Petersburg when I speak Russian but alas, I am not. I am from London actually.”
“Have we met before?”
“Possibly, I am not sure Sir. If we did it was when I was just a child. You have however met with my father before, Major General Tobias Corrington of Texas.”
“I do remember you. You were just a little girl. You father was helping me with something. How is it that you are working in the Kremlin?” Smith was surprised.
Her laugh was warm and sweet sounding. “You also are working at the Kremlin Mr. Smith. Is that different?”
Putin maintained his stony appearance while Sergei translated. “Aiah is on contract to assist us during the interviews and will fill in when Sergei is needing to take a break.”
The Americans were there for a period of four days. For Aiah, it was a very long four days. It had nothing to do with the actual work, for that part was simple. It was the constant male attention that almost drover her insane. Nobody would dare touch her, thankfully. If she wasn’t with Putin, Vasili or one of his men were close. Which was odd. Normally she didn’t need security inside of the Kremlin.
On the very last day Putin had to pause the interview to take care of something. Sergei Chudinov, the interpreter, took a brief break as well. He left Aiah with the crew in case they were in need of something.
“Ms. Corrington, do you often work in Russia?”
“Yes. I spend about 6-7 months out of the year here.” She smiled. “Not all at the same time, mind you. It might be a month here and then two days there.”
“What do you do for fun while you are here?”
“Me personally? As an English speaker? Or?”
“Start with you personally?”
Looking thoughtful, she tapped her fingers on the table. “It depends on the time of year and my mood. I enjoy sports and play a fair number of them recreationally. That is normally what you would find me doing. I am most likely to be found searching for something unusual in a book seller’s shop.”
“No crazy nightlife for you?” He chuckled.
“Never was something I was interested it.”
“What about for a tourist?”
“There are all the usual tourist places to go. Red Square is probably among the most popular or Gorky Park.”
“Something different?”
“You really are asking the wrong person Mr. Smith. I love to go to the Pushkin museum and things like that. I may have been there 100 times and I will go still. Actually, I am wrong. One thing I would recommend is the subterranean Neglinnaya River. It’s done with tour guides and is wonderfully odd and creepy.” Immediately she stood, Aiah could tell by the vibration of footsteps that Putin was returning. “If you will excuse me please? I will be right behind you if you need me.”
She didn’t have any sort of 6th sense. No, Aiah was attuned to the strike of many soles upon the floor. It signaled that someone important was coming. She stepped back from the table and waited. Several men stepped in first. Putin walked in with Sergei Chudinov following behind. It was a half of a breath later than the security team entered and fanned out.
One hour later, the American film team was gone and Aiah breathed a sigh of relief. That meant she had three full days before her father and President Bryce arrived. Right now all she wanted to do was go practice. It didn’t matter if it was Judo, Krav Maga, or fencing. Whomever had an opening would be fine with her. Turning, she went to grab her things.
Then she was told that the President wished to see her. Nodding, she was escorted down to his office and announced. She was admitted immediately.
“You were leaving?”
“For a bit yes. You said you would be busy for about four hours. I was going to go abuse my body and then return.”
“I do not get first chance to abuse you? Aiah….” His blue eyes sparkled with more than their fair share of mischief. “I am disappointed.”
“Do you have time to fight it out with me on the mats? Or fuck me savagely over your desk?”
“No. I wish I did. Take Vasili and one of his men. Get what you need from your flat and meet me at 21:00 at home.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It is nothing, I am just a little anxious of Bryce’s arrival.”
“Oh? Is there a reason?” Rarely was he anxious about leaders of other countries.
“I am going to be meeting Bryce as a different man next week. He is not the President of the United States but your Uncle Joseph and your Papa will be there as well.”
“I never looked at it that way. Great. You and I can be anxious together.”
“Oh. It will be more interesting than just that.”
Aiah looked at him, questioningly.
“We will be having a private dinner at my home with Bryce, your father and you. I will have Anton Vaino with me and one of my interpreters.”
“Which home?”
“Novo-Ogaryovo.”
“You are trying to get me in trouble Vladimir!” She laughed warmly.
“Aiah, no. I wouldn’t do that.” He was serious.
“I can just see someone asking for the lavatory and me responding casually to where the closest one is. Or better yet Yume or Buffy being silly and me giving them a command? Good lord, I am going to have an ulcer by Thursday.”
“Everything will be fine Aiah.”
“I know. I was just enjoying the chance to tease you.”
Taking her hand in his, he led her to a chair to sit. “I have a proposition for you.”
“I’m being propositioned by President Putin?” There was something naughty in her smile.
Sighing, he shook his head. “Kitten, whatever am I going to do with you?”
“I have a few ideas………..”
His laugh was soft. “You would be paid quite well…”
“This conversation is quite interesting Sir.” She was fighting to hold back her laughter.
“I am in need of your services…” Shaking his head again, Putin rolled his eyes. “Now you have me doing it. We shall talk of this later. I do have a request of you.”
“Yes?”
“Stay with me until Monday night.”
“Vladimir, you know I cannot. I have to keep everything looking professional come Monday. I would rather not have one of your men murder my father because he found out about us and was trying to strangle you.” She tried for levity.
“I want you with me Aiah. Stop and pick up anything you may need from your home before going to mine tonight. Or I will have Vasili take you home early Monday morning so that you may get ready.”
She looked at him for a moment. Something was wrong. Her lover was never like this. “Okay.”
“Does this mean you will stay?”
“Yes, of course.” She kissed his lips. “I never can say no to you it seems.”
The closer she got to Vladimir, Aiah noticed that her security became heavier. She was escorted by the two men up to her penthouse flat while she packed a bag that would get her through Monday. Downstairs, a car was waiting for them. She had no idea if there was more security or not.
There was.
Aiah had no idea the sheer amount of security that surrounded her all the time. Her large flats were guarded day and night both in Moscow and in London. Her other homes would be swept and watched around the clock two weeks before she would use them. It wasn’t just for her safety but for Putin’s as well.
She did not go to the United States very often. Aiah didn’t feel safe there for a multitude of reasons. That was one of the few places that she didn’t have Russian security. Due to her closeness with President Bryce and his family, she normally stayed with them in some fashion. If she was at the White House, she was well protected in general. She would stay in the residence with her Auntie. If it was for something larger, she would be at the family ranch in Texas which was also heavily guarded.
Truthfully, it felt ridiculous to her even having Vasili. Still, she appreciated the sentiment. Musing over things, Aiah wasn’t sure what was going on. Vladimir, like herself, was not one to cling on to another person. Was something wrong? She would mull it over when she warmed up.
Aiah was finally at the end of her warm up. Aleksandr Nikolaichev was her trainer and sparring partner. He owned the gym that she trained at in Moscow. He was a brutal and worked her half to death, which was what she wanted. Since he hadn’t seen her in nearly a month, he made the warmup as vicious as he possibly could. By the end of it? She looked as if she had dived into a pool. Between her clothing and hair? If she wrung them out she would fill a cup.
“You are a WEAK child Aiah! What the fuck have you been doing? Laying on your back like a slut?” The words might seem mean to anyone else, but Aiah could hear the pride him the man’s voice.
“Something like that you bastard!” She bared her teeth at him.
Vasili stood off to the side in one direction and Kolya stood off to the side on the other. Both men took their job of protecting Aiah seriously. However, it went beyond just their training. She was kind to them and their families.
Vasili was not married nor would he ever marry. He did have nieces and nephews that adored Aiah’s programs. She had them sitting front and center at several of the shows and even treated them to a luxurious lunch. She did the same for Kolya and his four boys.
They always asked their father about what it was like to be near Aiah and Vasili was given the same questions by his nieces and nephews. There were 10 children that ranged from 12 years old down to 5 years old between the two men.
Before Obsidian was given a mate, she took them all to the Moscow zoo to meet the big cat. They had walked around and seen all the animals prior to closing. After closing they went to meet Obsidian.
While they were not allowed behind the fence, the children enjoyed themselves greatly. Even more so when Vladimir Vladimirovich showed up unannounced and bought them all ice cream. When no one was looking, Putin stole a bite of her cone. Aiah quickly ducked back to the gated entrance to Obsidian’s environment so she could laugh. Kolya went to find her and was quite confused upon seeing her laughing.
When he reported back to the President, he noticed there was a gleam of mischief in Putin’s eyes. Both men knew that Aiah was involved with the President. Neither would ever betray their President or Aiah as a matter of personal honor, never mind the consequences of actually doing so.
Vasili and Kolya knew how hard she worked to strengthen her own body and to learn to fight at a level very few could hope to obtain. She would spar with them both on occasion and they would teach her other tricks that could help her in an emergency situation. The men knew something that the President didn’t know at the time. They knew the secret of why she trained like she did.
To top everything off, Aleksandr was a close personal friend of the President, which was why she trained at the gym. He was a harsh but fair trainer. He would rarely let her get away with anything. The man schooled her in many different ways in regards to how she kept fit. Aiah was learning the Russian martial art sambo via him. Aleksandr had even found her a good Russian trainer in London as well.
Three hours after she entered the gym, Aiah was laying on a mat laughing. It was the first time that she had taken Aleksandr down in all three disciplines more often than he took her down. When he realized that, he gave her the biggest pouty face she had ever seen.
“Head to the showers girl. I am proud of you. You have bragging rights now.”
“Now? Now? Oh no. I have HAD bragging rights. I just got even better bragging rights!”
Aleksandr laughed and nodded. “You are correct. I may never live this down. Go get cleaned up. I was informed you had a curfew this evening.” He offered her a hand up.
Taking his proffered hand, she hopped back to her feet and hugged him. “Thank you Aleksandr.”
Going back to the locker room, her bodyguards followed. They stood near the showers to make sure no one bothered Aiah. The gym was technically co-ed. Yet, Aiah was the only woman that trained there outside of Aleksandr’s family. She showered and changed quickly, always. It wasn’t for her comfort that she did so, it was for the comfort of the men.
Foot firmly on the bench, Aiah bent forward to tie her shoe after changing into leggings and one of Vladimir’s sweatshirts that she may or may not have procured without his knowledge. A few men drifted in to the locker room. The last man to enter must have been daft.
He saw the lovely target that was her arse and smacked Aiah soundly on her upturned bum.
There wasn’t even time for Aiah to turn around to see who the idiot was before Kolya had the man held up off the ground and into a solid wall. Vasili, on the other hand, grabbed her and rushed her out to the waiting car. Getting in, the driver drove off quickly with her and Vasili both. Kolya would call for another car to take him to the residence of the President when he was finished.