“Baby! Look, what your Angel has given me!” she said in Turkmen handling her the envelope shaking.
Looking inside, Nara saw what she assumed was fifty thousand U.S. dollars in cash!
“It is to give you choices, Madam Tania,” Thomas had said with a smile as her mother set about hugging him in tears.
It was an action Nara had concluded that must have caught him off guard by the way he hesitantly patted her mother awkwardly in return.
“From now on you are under my protection and I will advise the President accordingly,” he said. “If you need anything, call Gunara and I will take care of it,” he stated with authority.
“No man had ever done that for them in their entire life certainly not her drunken father! And he was going to tell the President to look after Mama,” Nara thought while watching him doing his paperwork.
“Who are you?” she pondered.
Arriving in Moscow in good time, the drive to his home in the diplomatic residence area of the city was less so. It took an hour and a half due the traffic, the bane of Moscow.
On reaching the house they were greeted by his personal butler Sergeant Tan (who she later found out, thinking him to be a Tajik at first, was Nepalese and Thomas’s first platoon sergeant from his time in the army) and his wife.
“Sergeant and Mrs. Tan will look after you,” he said, introducing them.
“Thank you,” she replied as she watched him go into another room with Mikhail and his men.
“Please follow me, Madam Gunara,” said Mrs. Tan indicating with her arm to do so.
“Madam?” thought Nara. That was a title given to the ladies of powerful men in her country. “Does it mean the same here?” she pondered as she followed the woman upstairs. Mrs. Tan first showed her to her bedroom then on to another room with built-in wardrobes.
“This is your dressing room, Madam Gunara,” stated the servant, having already surprised her moments go by telling her that the beautiful bedroom was hers and not his.
“Dressing room!” that was something she only read about in Magazines, she thought.
Leaving her with a little bow a gesture that made feel like a Princess, Nara couldn’t believe how much her life had just changed in two days.
“These rooms are five times bigger than my entire apartment!” she thought, dumbstruck, taking in her new surroundings. Opening the cupboards, she was further surprised once more to find a range of outfits, underwear, and shoes all from the pages of Vogue, although not all to her taste, nor completely fitting her, they were near enough as she picked them out to look at them.
“Who is this man?” she pondered again. “Allah, my thanks to you for blessing me!” she said closing her eyes again as she suddenly realized that God had heard her prayers.
At which point as Thomas entered the room. Nara turned quickly then ran into his arms like a schoolgirl, excitingly kissing him with force for the first time in their life.
“My Thomas,” she murmured in a lusty sexy Russian accent.
“I take it you’re happy then!” he said almost breathlessly after she kissed him.
He had asked Hanna to deliver a range of outfits from her friend’s boutique for her, so he was hoping his friend’s wife had chosen well. It appeared she had done so.
“Yes… of course my baby, but not because of the clothes,” she replied in her English slowly like she were a little girl.
“Really?” he responded slightly disappointed.
“Because you had promised to look after my Mama!”
A questioning look came from him followed by a question. “Why now?” Thomas asked now seeing quite a different girl to the professional one of earlier in the day.
“Because this was the first time I could be alone with you, my darling, for our first time,” she answered looking up into his eyes as Nabokov’s “Lolita” with wide-eyed innocence.
“I want you now!”
“Take what is yours!” she suddenly demanded, kissing him again and again as she wrapped a leg around him tugging at his black silk and wool trousers in the process. “T-h-o-m-a-s, I NEED YOU TAKE ME HERE NOW,” she continued as if possessed, the trained Jelep in control figuring that to secure her position she must submit to him despite her dislike of men.
Undoing his belt buckle, she pressed her hips against his crotch as he roughly pulled at her Nike training tracksuit bottoms. Noting that they had come off rather easily as he yanked them down, Thomas inhaled deeply as he continued to kiss her, drinking from her moist lips as she stepped out of them.
Suddenly he felt his trousers around his ankles in moments. Then he felt her hands working on his underpants.
“I need to feel his strength now so to satisfy Allah and his will as well,” she reasoned to herself as the professional in her kicked in.
Helping her get his underwear off he then offered to go to the bedroom but instead she simply grabbed hold off his now rigid manhood and wrapped her leg around him again. Easing him inside her so to let him slam himself quickly she pulled him into the built-in cupboard for balance as he entered her.
At that moment, Nara felt all the years of physical abuse and torture of the last two days flood over her. It was so intense it almost caused her to pass out, yet something else happened to her.
“What is this? No man has ever done this!” she thought as she wrapped her other leg around him.
Taking hold of her taut bottom, he drove himself into her over and over against the wardrobe.
He had wanted this release all day as he watched her on the plane, her incredible beauty bewitching him with every passing minute as the two of them made small talk and probed each other on their backgrounds. Now it was finally happening.
“Bloody hell!” he murmured for he had never felt anything like this with a woman before.
Kissing him deeply for a moment so she could catch her breath from the emotions that were now laying siege to her from his assault on her, the moans from both of them rang loudly in the room before back in control Nara encouraged him to take her even harder as if forcing out the “demons” whirling around in her head.
Taking her instruction verbatim, Thomas did as he was ordered to do with more force and animal lust as he drove up against her over and over again, slamming himself into her as her legs locked around him, causing her to start babbling.
They carried on like this for the following two minutes, bringing each other to the shared brink of orgasm before feeling herself come / first she held onto him tightly digging her nails into his back.
“MY T-H-O-M-A-S!” she screamed as her soaked sex clamped down on his manhood.
Feeling her intense orgasm arrive caused Thomas to lose all control as waves of release cascaded throughout his body as well, with his whole body becoming rigid just before he exploded into the young woman he sworn he would look after with his life.
Now breathless while he pressed himself into her Nara opened her eyes. Unwrapping from him, she put one leg on the ground then kissed him deeply. As she did so she separated from him, then lowered the other leg, pulling him close to her.
“I can feel your seed inside me, my love,” she huskily whispered as she held him.
“Now we go to the bedroom!” she ordered the professional in her taking over.
8
Washington, D.C.
In the rather dull colored situation room of the White House, very unlike how one of the most secure locations in the world is portrayed in films, waiting for the President and the Chief of Staff to arrive for the regular debriefing on the latest national security threat that their country was facing were the Secretary of State, Director of the CIA, the National Security Adviser and finally Joseph McGiven.