Parallels

The warm breeze fluttered in through the large, open doorwall that led out to the infinity pool. The ocean waves rolled in with the wind in white capped lines of blue and green. The air smelled like the ocean, clean and salty. Natalya and Logan had come to Bora Bora after they attended Peter and Serena’s wedding. The moon seemed larger here as it shined down upon her and painted everything in its pale glow. The resort was massive, literally spanning 2 miles of the coastline. Their private room was one of the best now that money was no object for them and already her pale flesh had turned to a perfect tan color from long hours spent lounging without a stitch on her body. Their terrace could not be seen by any of the other occupants and they had a private entrance and pool as well.

Logan had awakened but as he shifted his arm to feel her he noticed that she wasn’t in their bed. They had a relaxing day spent eating, swimming and lounging...clothes optional. He tilted up his head and saw her sheer, silk robe flutter behind her as the wind drew it away from her perfect body. He had made the right choice sparing her life and then another one when he married her. There were times when she woke up afraid and ready to fight but most of those nights were gone now. She had been conditioned to use sex and her sensuality to get what she needed from men for her work as an agent and that too still existed, even with him though like the dreams he could bring her out of that mindset and he now knew it when it happened. Natalya was very mechanical about sex when she separated herself from it emotionally. He wasn’t a complete dolt that he could not tell the difference. Sometimes it took work though to bring those feelings she had for him to the surface.

Natalya would hear him trying to be silent as he came up behind her. He was good at being silent but not as good as she was. She felt a sharp tug on her hair as he tilted her head back roughly. He nibbled on her earlobe, then her jawline and then her neck though he bit her harder there. At the same time he roughly forced his left hand between her legs. The supple, tanned flesh gave way to his thick, rough fingers. Logan could be an animal sometimes. A raw and basic creature. A man that she couldn’t kill if she wanted to. Her animal, her creature, her man. Her husband.

Natalya stood out on their private balcony looking out over the dark water. The moon hung like a giant glowing orb in the sky and was reflected down upon the water, making it glisten against the inky black of night. It was warm here...even now, though it was close to three in the morning. Natalya still couldn't believe where her life had ended up. She had been created to be a monster...a killing machine without feelings or desires. She had done her job...and done it well. She had kept her emotions pushed deep down inside of her for a very long time. She couldn't let those emotions get in the way of what she needed to do. She had been Tatiana's prize...the crown jewel in the SSB's crown. But then slowly those emotions she had fought so hard to keep down had started to slowly trickle out of the cage she kept them in. Even now, here with Logan, it was a daily battle against her training to keep her emotions in check and her desire to just let them go.

She was incredibly lucky that it had been Logan that had been sent to kill her. Anyone else would have pulled the trigger without a second thought after all she had done, but he had hesitated and in that hesitation he had seen that she wasn't just a mindless, emotionless killer. He had seen her internal struggle and her desire for change and had spared her life. Her want for change though hadn't been easy. The SSB's training was still so ingrained into her that she continued to struggle with it. But Logan was always there for her. Neither of them was perfect...they were far from it, but together they helped each other strive to do and be better. In that way they were perfect for each other.

She heard Logan come up behind her. She grinned as he tried to be quiet. She felt him pull her head back and expose her neck and as he began to kiss and touch her she moaned and encouraged him to be even rougher with her.

Logan doubted any woman but Natalya could do what she did just then. She brought his right hand from her hair to her stomach and held it there as she bent the top of each foot around his calves then shifted up enough to mount him. “So you did know what I was after,” Logan growled in her ear and he felt her flesh prickle. A response she couldn’t fake even if she tried. He recalled the moment when he decided to spare her life. He held his fist at her throat and she had seen what came out of his fists. Long, metal claws. She was afraid. He had chased her into a corner and there was no escape. She had been afraid of him when he doubted she ever had been afraid of anyone. But clearly she did not want to die. He saw the remorse and regret in her eyes. Not something a mindless killer would ever be able to show. His heart went out to her in that moment and she had embraced it. Clung to it as if it were the only thread that made her human instead of just a killing machine.

He felt her hands move up to grab hold of the back of his neck and felt her nails dig into his flesh as he shifted his hands to her hips. ‘How was she doing this?’ He wondered but he didn’t wonder long. Natalya knew just how to move and produce the reaction in Logan that she wanted. He groaned a throaty groan to her efforts. “Does it...make you...happy to please me?” He said between breaths in a deep rasp as their bodies ground together as they made love to one another. Well, as she made love to him. He was standing with his thick, muscular legs about shoulder width apart. Natalya was about the same height as Logan and the muscles in her thighs flexed as she held herself where she was for him.

Natalya fell easily to sleep after that. Both she and Logan were left utterly exhausted and she could finally sleep. It was often difficult for her to sleep. She suffered from insomnia and nightmares, but refused to be on medication. There was something about being here at this resort that was familiar. It reminded her of a time when she had been at another resort very similar to this one. However, she hadn't been alone. Chris had been with her. That night her sleep wasn't filled with nightmares, but with memories of what had happened...

11 years earlier...

Everything had been arranged. Natalya had been sent to New York by the SSB to kill New York Senator James Cromwell who had been supplying the SSB with US government information in exchange for money, but had since decided to stop doing so. Senator Cromwell was known for his numerous affairs with beautiful women and so this particular job seemed extremely easy for Natalya. In fact it bordered on boring. The 26 year old assassin and spy was well versed in these kinds of situations. She had been created and trained to do this. She was the jewel in the SSB's crown and Tatiana's favorite toy.

Natalya wasn't just beautiful...she was gorgeous. Everywhere she went she turned heads. Men practically begged her to join them in their beds. She was in many ways every man's dream. Dark haired, dark eyed, mysterious, and foreign. There was also an edge to her that drove most men wild. It would be no effort to get Senator Cromwell into her bed.

She had rented a large Yacht and had invited the elite of New York to come and join her, including Senator Cromwell. The ruse was that it was a charity event for sick children and a donation to the charity guaranteed a ticket to the party. There would be catered food and an open bar and live music.

The evening was warm without being hot and the sky was cloudless. Natalya was dressed in a crimson red dress and matching heels. Her long dark hair was left down, but lightly curled. She looked every bit the gorgeous woman that she was. She took a glass of champagne from a passing tray and sipped it as she waited for Senator Cromwell to find her.

Chris didn’t know why he was here. No, he had to rethink that. He knew ‘why’ he was here but he didn’t know ‘why’ he had accepted the invitation. He hated politicians and trying to make an honest living in the real estate business was probably like being a lawyer. Hs customers came to him much more often than he looked for them. Hard work was the basis for his success where most of his competition thought wining and dining got the deal done.

He held a manhattan in his hands and even after an hour he had only taken a few small sips. He played with the small sword that pierced into the dark cherry that danced in between the cubes of ice that resided in his crystal glass. Now that the party had already begun and the congresswoman that he had come with had gotten enough facetime with him on her arm she no longer really needed him. That was the way of it for Chris usually. He was an extremely attractive man and that was all most women were really interested in. the moment he began to talk about himself, his likes, dislikes...his dreams and desires. Cold fish. That blurry-eyed look people got when they had no interest in what you said at all.  

Chris was dressed in a well tailored blue pin striped suit with a light blue tie and brown dress shoes. He had a rolex, given to him for his 10 years in the real estate company he worked for. It made him millions but here he was...alone, rolling around a cherry in his glass. He was 3 stools down from Natalya and hadn’t really noticed her though if a shark had flown through right then he’d likely not noticed that either.

“Now that’s a fine ass,” a man said that sidled up to Natalya. He was a fairly big man, easily 6’2” tall and thick very likely 250#. Congressman James Halston had been watching Natalya from across the deck and he, being the womanizing philanderer that he was decided to ‘influence’ the woman he was looking at, surely one of the women ‘hired’ to accompany men into their beds if they so desired. He hadn’t noticed the usual signs of how much jewelry she wore or how expensive her dress was. He didn’t notice her confident poise or the muscles of her legs as she sat casually with a drink in her hand. “What’s your name sweety?” he said as he gestured to the bartend to get him another drink and set his glass down on the bar behind them.

Hearing the crudeness of the man had brought Chris out of his melancholic stupor and he turned to look at his back. He couldn’t hardly see Natalya at all from where he was and it didn’t really matter. Natalya knew that alot of the men here had been looking at her and talking about her as well...all evening. James put his hand on Natalya’s thigh and pursed his lips and shook his head. “Damn, I bet your quite a ride,” he said drolly and did not see the dangerous look in Natalya’s eyes just then.

“Now that’s no way to speak to a woman,” Chris said from behind him and shifted away from the bar. He could take just about anything but for reasons that came from memories of his childhood when his father hurt his mother, he couldn’t abide men like this tub of lard that he was looking at. James frowned at Natalya then removed his hand from her thigh as he straightened and turned to face Chris. He laughed. “In about an hour ill be doing alot more than speaking to her I can promise you that.,” James said and started to turn back as several men in the area chuckled. Chris stopped him and couldn’t keep his disdain for the man and these others nearby out of his face.

“You know it's neanderthals like you that makes me wonder how we ever got out of the stone age as a race. The ladies with me,” he said in a much softer tone than his insult. Soft with just enough of a warning in his voice to make Jame’s eyebrows shift up. In a mixed crowd like this one Chris could be anyone and james wasn’t willing to get into a fist fight over a piece of ass right then. “Whatever asshole,” he said as he snatched up his drink and stepped away from them further down the deck. When Chris’s eyes shifted to the woman whose honor he had just championed his breath caught in his throat. That and his cheeks bloomed with color in embarrassment. He didn’t look away though the woman in front of him was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. How anyone could confuse her to be a prostitute was beyond him. Every inch of her spelled High Society and class. He extended his hand to her. “Uh...sorry you had to...witness that. Manners and decency are not everyone’s cup of tea,” he said trying to retain his cool facade.

Natalya had not yet seen Senator Cromwell and she had been sitting at the bar for a while. All of these politicians drank and she had believed this would be a good spot to finally catch him. However, she was having no such luck. Behind her, she could hear the other men talking about her. She was used to such talk. Men talked about her all the time when she was around. She was trained to use men to her advantage and being sexually attractive was apart of that game. She had not known either of her parents. They both had been chosen for their natural skills and looks to produce Natalya. As far as she knew they hadn't even ever met. They were just pawns in Tatiana's game...as was she.

Natalya was drinking a glass of Scotch neat when she heard Congressman James Halston's comment. She just ignored him and kept on drinking. However, when he put his hand on her thigh she glanced at him and was about to break his wrist when she suddenly heard another male voice speak up in her defense. She smirked and decided to see how this was going to play out. Situations like this were fun for her. What woman didn't like having two men fighting over her? However, the situation was diffused rather quickly when this other man decided to lie and say that she was with him. She said nothing to contradict him and James left with his tail between his legs. She took another sip of her drink and then put the glass on the bar before turning to look at her defender. The man was of average height and build. It was difficult to tell what his body was actually like under the suit, but she could guess that he worked out. He was actually quite handsome and rather young. He appeared to be about her age or perhaps a year older. When he extended his hand to her she slipped her hand into it and looked at him. "I'm rather used to men like that. However, if he hadn't removed his hand I would have broken his wrist," she said with a smile. Chris wouldn't know if she was joking or not.

“Then I am both happy and sad that I stopped him,” Chris said without thinking. ‘Sad that he didn’t see her snap his wrist!’ “You shouldn’t have to be used to men like that,” he began and then shook his head. “I’m sorry, you were obviously waiting for someone else,” he said and was about to withdrawal but he hadn’t even given her his name. ‘Talk about manners’ he thought. “I’m Chris, It...was very nice to meet you,” he said as more color bloomed into his cheeks. He had let his eyes draw across her chest. She had curves in all the right places and in all the right proportions. He nodded a sort of shallow bow to her then turned to find that the bartender had shifted his glass to the seat next to hers. When he looked up at him the bartender who was black gave him a reassuring nod and Chris noticed that he had refreshed his drink.

Natalya was bored waiting for Senator Cromwell to show up and Chris seemed like pleasant enough company so she didn't mind when the bartender refreshed his drink and slid it in front of the seat beside her. She wanted action one way or another tonight. If it wasn't killing Senator Cromwell then perhaps she could get Chris into bed. Sex was an incredible way for her to burn off energy...especially if the man could keep up with her. Most unfortunately couldn't, but she was willing to possibly give Chris a chance. He was good looking enough and that Rolex he was wearing was real.

"I was waiting for someone, but they haven't shown yet. I'm Natalya," she said. Chris would have a difficult time placing her accent. It had just a hint of Russian without it overpowering her words. Just enough to make her even sexier and more mysterious.

Chris was surprised that she  responded in kind and shifted so that her knees faced him. Chris was a student in body language, all good salesman were and that was a clear sign that she at least favored him. He smiled at hearing her name. It was...it sounded slavic. He lifted his glass to her as he turned to face her. “Yра тебе,” (cheers to you) He said in Russian. He was fluent in russian, some of his biggest customers, among other languages but ofcourse he had an accent. “могу я принести тебе еще один напиток?” (may I get you another drink) He said showing off a bit for her.

Natalya was visibly surprised when Chris actually spoke to her in Russian. Not many Americans knew how to speak Russian. It was a complicated language and she was..impressed and it showed in her eyes. She actually gave him a little smile when he offered in Russian to get her another drink. "Да, ты можешь." (Yes, you may.)

Apparently the bartender was also fluent in body language because he had a drink for her as soon as Chris lifted up his head. Chris mouthed a silent thank you and smoothly deposited a 50 on the bar top then turned back to her.

“So you’re not a Congresswoman or a Senator,” he said as he smirked and looked her over with a smile. “Hmm, well maybe you do what I do. I”m an agent,” he began but paused when she nearly spilled her drink. “In real estate. I buy and sell high priced properties,” he said. He mistook her expression as uninterested. “It’s boring I know but it pays great, is honest work and im good at it. I cant say I ‘love’ it but I don’t think I’ll be doing it forever,” he said confidently. He made bank alright and knew how to invest as well. His shoes were Italian, one of the most expensive brands available. Wealthy men bought expensive suits. Really wealthy men bought expensive shoes as well.

“So, am I close?” he asked with a smile. He was much more relaxed than he had been and didn’t even seem to notice that just talking to her...successfully made other women pay him more notice. He only saw Natalya with her large, dark eyes and long, dark silky hair. He wanted to twine his fingers in her hair it looked so soft.

Natalya reached over and picked up her new drink as soon as it hit the bar top. She was about to take a sip when Chris mentioned being an 'agent.' She very nearly spilled her drink out of surprise, but quickly recovered herself when he added 'real estate.' She could tell from his suit and shoes that he was definitely in high end properties as he said. Some men lied to her about what they did, or how wealthy they were to get her to sleep with them. Natalya always stole something from the men she slept with so she gravitated towards the wealthier men.

When Chris asked if he was close she simply gave him a little grin and then moved the conversation back onto him. "So, no wife or kids?"

Chris looked at her for a moment and then looked down at his drink. “No,” he said quickly and then looked back up into her eyes. He loved her eyes, he knew he could easily get lost in them. “No, I haven’t met anyone who didn’t look at me as a means to something else. I saw you looking to but I don’t feel as if money is what you’re after,” he said as he took a sip of his drink. That jewelry she wore likely cost a small fortune. “What about you? Married? Divorced? Boyfriends?” He asked. No one with a body like hers had had any children. He was fairly confident about that.

Natalya grinned a little and shook her head. "Not married, not divorced, and no boyfriends. I'm not really the 'settle down with one person' type. I live in the moment and take what I want when I want," she said very suggestively. Natalya loved playing this game. She loved the dance of sexual attraction and the foreplay banter. She also loved seeing guy's reactions when she said something like what she just said.

To hide a sudden involuntary swallow Chris pushed his drink up to his mouth and took a drink. A longer one than just a sip this time to wet his mouth. ‘Is she for real?’ He wondered. “Well it seems like you have it all figured out. I’m not...so...free with my time,” He said diplomatically. Which meant that he didn’t spend much time with the opposite sex unless there was business to be done. Chris didn’t sleep with clients though several had tried to get him in bed. Business was business and he never confused the two. That only led to problems, sometimes expensive ones he didn’t want.

“Well, I can tell you’re good at what you do,” he said as he glanced at her bracelet. That must have been at least 25k by itself. He had to admit, he was really liking Natalya. No...he had liked her the moment he saw her. He ‘wanted’ her sexually and socially now. He shook his head. “Do you like to travel? I’m often in the air. Maldiva, Tahiti, The Riviera Maya. I have a thing in St. Barts in a couple weeks. A little business then a lot of sun, sand and waves,” Chris said.

Natalya grinned a little at Chris' reaction to what she said. It was exactly what she had been hoping for. She was rather surprised to hear that he didn't really have many relationships. Clearly he was a busy man. The sexual attraction between them was growing by the minute, but they continued their little dance. Natalya was in no rush. They had all night.

She very casually reached her right hand up and started absent-mindedly caressing her collarbone in a very sensual way. "I actually love to travel. I travel quite often for my job. I have never been to St. Barts though. I hear it's beautiful."

“What do you do Natalya?” He said and smiled, almost laughed. He was really enjoying her company and nearly felt giddy. “You speak nearly flawless english and know how to turn men on by just talking to them,” he said. The comment was somewhat brash but he wanted her to know how she was making him feel. And he was turned on by what she was doing. “If we weren’t on a ship…” he said and shrugged then looked up at her. ‘I want you’ he said with his eyes.

Natalya simply grinned at Chis. Senator Cromwell had not turned up so Chris had her full attention now. They were still on the ship, but it would be docking soon. Although she knew their night wasn't going to end early, she wasn't sure they could wait until they got off the ship to get things started. She downed the rest of her drink and then stood up. With a little motion of her head he gestured to him to follow her. Casually, she led him to a closet. She saw his eyes widen when he realized what was going on. She grinned and stepped inside.

Natalya had one of the smiles that made him feel as if she knew something that he didn’t he wondered if she was always like this around men but then she downed her drink quickly and stood up. At first he thought she was going to excuse herself but instead she gestured and he took one last swallow of his drink and set it down. The bartender knowingly smiled and nodded and then tossed him a condom. Chris caught it then hastily pocketed it in hopes that Natalya hadn't seen what it was.

She had taken him downstairs into the belly of the ship. There were halls, rooms, a bathroom and other doors that likely led to even more rooms. He was behind her when she opened one and noticed that it wasn’t very large. A closet? He wondered and this his eyes widened with the realization of what was about to happen, He swallowed and followed her inside, into the darkness. Natalya reached around him and shut the door.

“Ooo, its so dark,” Chris said in hopes to relieve the nervousness he felt. His stomach was butterflies vaulting back and forth. He was going to say more but she didn;t give him much time to speak.

There was a small light in the closet and Natalya turned it on before she pulled him to her and kissed him...hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her back. The smell of his cologne and her perfume mingled together as she pressed her body up against his. Her hands immediately began to strip off his suit jacket.

Chris didn’t stop Natalya and besides he felt the muscles in her arms. She might really have been able to snap James’s wrist. His hands went right to her breasts as they kissed one another. In moments his belt was undone, his pants and underpants were down. Chris pushed all of the hangers to one side with one hand and with the other he tried, with her help, to lift her dress up. Ofcourse she wasn’t wearing anything underneath and he felt her hand on him. Not roughly at first, she was probing, feeling him and he remembered the condom. “Oh, I have a condom...In my,” he began but she silenced his words by another ferocious kiss.

Natalya wanted Chris and judging by how ready he was he really wanted her. This could possibly be over sooner than she wanted if she wasn't careful and so when she touched him it was in a much more gentle manner. When he pulled back from the kiss to tell her that he had a condom she shook her head and kissed him again. She pulled back slightly and looked at him. "You don't need one with me. I can't get pregnant." When she saw the suspicious look in his eyes she went on. "I don't have a uterus."

Natalya took his hand and showed him how wet she was. That and she drew her dress down just under her bra and within a moment her bare breasts were pointed at him. She touched them herself seductively and dared him to do his worst to them. He managed to get two fingers up inside of her as he began to suck on her right nipple. He was so excited that this was happening that he was concerned that when it ‘really’ started he might not last very long. He began to do mental exercises as he pleasure her with his mouth and his hands and whatever she was doing to him with her own hand it seemed to desensitize his flesh there.

“God you’re so wetm” he murmured in between nibbling and sucking on her near perfect breasts. No, they were perfect. Just round enough and firm enough. Unfortunately the closet wasn't tall enough for her to wrap her legs around him so he had to go onto his knees. She straddled him and teased him up against her center. The noises he made spoke of how much he wanted her right then.

Natalya teased him a little longer before she slowly sank down onto him. They both moaned in unison at the feeling. His hands cupped her bottom as she began to move. She moved slowly at first...very slowly. But then she began to speed things up. She let Chris guide her as well. Neither one of them wanted this to end yet and so she did what he needed to extend the moment out.

He could feel himself getting close and if he were being honest, he was very surprised he had lasted as long as he had. She felt wonderful, better than wonderful. “медленнее, медленнее,”(Slower, go slower) he groaned in russian and he felt her arms go around his neck as he shifted his hands to her breasts. She used her hips and her legs and turned what they were doing into a hot, steamy, sensual rhythm. A slow, deliberate rhythm that was still guiding him to an orgasm but at a much slower rate than before. She must have felt him swelling up inside of her because she paused just at the right moments and then started again to keep him teetering on that edge and then he figured out why. She held him off until her own was there and then she shifted her hands down to his and forced his back onto her hips. He came while she was grinding him as deeply as he would go and he felt her nails score across his back as she came. They moaned together as they were hit with wave after wave of pleasure.

They finally collapsed together, neither of them able to unbend their knees in this small space. “You know we probably could have used one of those empty rooms. Or was this your rendition of 7 minutes of heaven? Though, I think it was longer than 7 minutes,” he said.