A.N: Okay so this is a one-shot that has been bugging me… it's explicit and graphic… BE WARNED… please don't read and hate as you don't have to read but if you do only comment if it's constructive because honestly I don't feel like reading complaints.

Otherwise enjoy my dears… don't forget to grab a nice cold cup of lemonade

My new mentor

Once Kirova was done ripping me a new one I was sent here, to meet my new mentor. Kirova was mad that I had taken Lissa away from the school grounds, I was mad I had been caught. Sitting in this hallway had to be part of my torture, some people I knew walked by and they waved or smiled at me while others pointed and whispered.

"Rose, Guardian Belikov will see you now," Alberta, head of Guardians at the academy held open the door for me, once I was in she closed the door leaving me and my new mentor all alone.

Guardian Belikov, he was the one that found us and brought us back. And now he was stuck with the task of teaching me two years of guardian training. He was young, I mean not as young as a novice but not as old as the guardian here on campus. He had to be in his twenties but definitely not in his thirties, that was old.

Hard to believe they had left him in charge of me. As I made my way in I couldn't help but notice that he was hot. His hair tied in the back of his neck just begged to be played with, there was no way around it… he was fucking sexy. He looked like a guy straight out of one of those romance novels… the ones that grabbed a girl by her waist and threw her up against the wall and did wicked thing to her.

Men I needed sex.

He was hunched forward, poring over a thick stack of papers in a folder on his desk, but he looked up at me and a small smile crossed his lips.

"Rosemarie, take a seat," he said gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.

Deciding not to further my punishments I decided to just do as I was told, the plastic of the chair felt cold against my bare thighs, as my skirt rode up when I sat down. Patiently, well maybe not so much, I waited for him to finish reading whatever he was reading. When he finally had enough he sighed as he looked up at me.

"This is quite a file you've amassed in your time here," he said.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"That wasn't a compliment," he said. "For the last hour or so I've been looking through your file, and I am not happy with what I'm seeing."

"Why is that? I've been good," I betted my eyelashes at him.

He snorted. "Good? Really?" he flipped through my file. "I see here nothing but detention slips, skipped classes, fights, alcohol, complains from your teachers, should I stop here?"

"You can't hold that against me, people look for fights with me," I shrugged.

He looked back down to my file but not before I caught the small smile on his lips. "Well in any case, this is the last straw," he said, and when he looked up he was all business again. "What you did is unforgivable; you put in danger a moroi. Not just any moroi but the last Dragomir."

"But she is fine," I said. "We weren't in any danger."

His eyes narrowed. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Before I answered him I let out a long sigh, honesty was my best course of action. "No, not really."

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this but given your previous misconduct," he said tapping the cover of my file, "School code requires a punishment."

"A punishment?" I shot up from my seat crossing my arms in front of my chest. "You can't do that to me. Kirova already said that I have to take extra training with you, and you agreed."

"That was before I saw your record."

"Record? What is this the police station?" I snapped.

Another hint of a smile crossed his gorgeous face. "In any case, we are keeping you back a year."

"A whole year?"

"I'm afraid so."

I fell into the chair and slumped over the side. "But that means I won't get to graduate," I groaned. "And that means…"

"That you won't get to guard the princess," he said finishing my thought. "Sorry."

'Fuck. That was not what I wanted. I was Lissa's guardian. I glanced over at my mentor. He had on a pained expression on his face, as if he truly felt sorry for me. It made him look even more attractive than he'd seemed before, and I felt a sudden warmth go through me. I unbuttoned to top button on my blouse and pulled the fabric side to let in some cooler air.

Guardian Belikov's eyes flew to the exposed skin of my upper chest for a moment- a very tiny moment, but long enough for me to notice it. Locking gaze with him I watched as his cheeks grew pink. 'Wait a minute, maybe there was a way out of this after all.'

"I understand that you are only doing your job," I said. "But I really want to be Lissa's guardian. Isn't there some other way we could handle this?"

"I wish there were something I could do," he said. "But there are rules, and we can't condone what you did or we'll have run-aways left and right."

"So the rules say I should be punished."

"That's right," he agreed. "I'm sorry."

"You know, guardian Belikov, I just had an idea," I searched his eyes with mine. "Why don't you punish me personally?"

"Personally? What do you mean?"

Here goes nothing. If I proceeded I sealed my fate, what that fate will be will depend solely on my new mentor. I stood up and undid another button, then leaned forward across his desk, making sure that he could get an eyeful as my breasts strained against my bra. I watched as he fought to keep his gaze from dipping lower.

"Well, you say I've been a bad girl," I said. "There must be something you'd like to do to teach me a lesson."

"I, uh… I don't… know what you mean," he struggled with his words. His voice was strained but his eyes had not wavered.

Well, if I was going to hell, might as well do it properly. Raising my hand up to my blouse again I undid another button. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "Don't you think I need a spanking?" and with that his gaze finally fell to the mounds of flesh nearly spilling out of my bra, his breath came out in an audible rush.

"Spanking is, uh… not something we do anymore," he gulped. "It's ineffective."

Yep. Definitely going to hell. "I see. So tell me," I reached for his chin so that he looked back into my eyes. "Do you have an effective tool?"

He swallowed hard, and I almost felt sorry for him. Men were so easily manipulated sometimes. "Roza, this is inappropriate," he said pulling my hand away from his face. "I could lose my job if anyone sees us like this."

I caught his hand before he pulled away entirely. "I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have said anything; my friends always said that my mouth was going to get me in trouble someday." I let my tongue slip out slowly, running the tip across my lips until they were moist. "Do you think my mouth will get us into trouble?"

His gaze focused on my lips and I saw him grit his jaw as if fighting to keep it shut. "A mouth like yours just might," he finally admitted.

"I'd hate for that to happen," I bit my lower lip. "But I'd hate for us to miss this chance. Imagine what I could do with this mouth… with these lips… with this tongue."

Guardian Belikov shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and his eyes darted to the office door. "Go lock the door," his voice hoarse.

I smiled and quickly crossed the room, locking it with a quiet click. When I turned back, Guardian Belikov was out of his seat and standing in front of his desk. I had seen him before, but I had never looked at him as a man. And that was just what he was, not a boy, a man. He was tall, too tall and muscular as every guardian was and he was staring at me with those deep eyes, and I could see the bulge in his jeans.

I felt a tingle through my body as I walked back to him. Plenty of boys had been interested in me before, it was expected really. As a Dhampir my body was built for sex, built to call the attention of Moroi men or our race would die. I had been blessed with long wavy dark hair and big boobs. But this was the first time a real man had stared at me with such undisguised lust. I could practically feel his gaze caress me, taking in every curve, and I could hear his breath hitch a bit.

His gaze was making my temperature rise. The more I look at him the more I want him. As I approached him I pulled my shirt from the waistband of my skirt and undid the remaining buttons.

"We have to be so careful," he said, throwing a glance towards the now locked door. "Nobody can find out about this, this will break a HUGE rule."

"Don't worry about a thing; I know when to keep my mouth shut. And when to keep it open," I stepped closer and pressed my body against his. In that moment his control snapped and his hands were everywhere, coming up to strongly massage my breasts and slipping down to raise my skirt to cup my ass. He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, sending shivers down my spine.

Unlike the boys I had been with, who had no idea what to do with a girl's body besides thinking my breasts were play dough, guardian Belikov knew exactly what he was doing. His touch was strong and sure, and he covered my body with his caresses as if I belonged to him already. His skin was smooth and warm against mine; I was melting in his arms. I sucked harder on his tongue, only to have him drop both hands on my hips and ease back a step, breaking our kiss.

"Turn around," he instructed, his voice dripping with lust. "Put your hands on the desk."

I did as told, and he stepped closer behind me, lifting my skirt. In only a moment he had my panties down to the floor and he helped me step out of it before getting back on his feet and pressing himself against my bottom.

"You were right about one thing," he said. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and his tongue traced the edge of my ear. "You have been a bad girl, and you need to be spanked."

The sharp smack of his hand on my bottom split through the otherwise quiet room. I couldn't contain my gasp of surprise, a blend of pain and pleasure shot through me.

"What are you doing?" I cried.

His only reply was another slap, harder this time. I let out a little squeak as his grasp on my shoulder tighten, holding me in place.

"Guardian Belikov, that hurts," I told him.

Another spank.

My bum felt like it had burst into flame, I braced myself for another smack, but the next time he touched me, it was surprisingly soft and gentle. As he began to massage my ass, I realized that my skin was supersensitive to his touch. The pain was gone and now all I felt was warmth.

Another slap on the other cheek brought out a new gasp and a slight moan. It hadn't hurt. It was exhilarating. "Guardian Belikov, that feels… so good," I sighed.

He said nothing, simply tightened his grasp on me as he began to spank me in earnest. I lost count –eight, ten, maybe more- before he stopped again. I was panting now, my breath rushing as I had run a marathon. My ass practically on fire, and as he lightly trailed his fingers over my skin, I realized just how wet I was.

"I think that's enough spanking for now," he said softly, and then his hands slid between my thighs as he gently rubbed me. "But I still don't think you've learned your lesson."

I trembled. His fingers were gliding back and forth, almost but not quite pushing inside. I tried to lower myself, to force myself against his hand, but he let himself be pushed aside, staying just out of reach. I could feel my nipples harden inside my bra. Having his fingers so close, but not quite touching, was tantalizing… and torture.

"Touch me," I whimpered.

"All in good time," he backed away and I felt a tug on my blouse, straitening up he pulled off my shirt and dropped it with my underwear.

When I turned around his hands were working his belt and he pulled it free. "You should be thankful I didn't spank you with this," he said before dropping it on the floor as well. "Now what were you saying about your mouth getting you into trouble before?"

I smirked as I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulder freeing my breasts.

He said something in Russian as he stared at my exposed chest.

"See something you like?" I cupped them.

His tongue flickered out just briefly to moisten his lips. "Are you kidding? They're fucking amazing. I love them."

"I think you are going to love this too," I lowered myself down in front of him; reaching for the button I undid it and slowly unzipped him.

"Do you want me to suck you?" I murmured, firmly running my hand over him as I stared up at him. "Do you want my mouth around you?"

His voice was shaky. "Fuck Roza."

"All in good time," I said before taking him to my mouth. His fingers tangled into my hair as he guided my head back and forth making him slip deeper down my throat. He was no little boy and his cock was long and thick filling my mouth and making me even wetter with anticipation. When I looked up at him the look on his face was cross between agony and bliss, seemed he was fighting hard to not to lose control.

"Goddamn, you're going to make me lose control," he murmured.

"Come for me Guardian Belikov," I purred letting out of my mouth and sucking just the tip of his cock. "Come in my mouth." Rushing him back in my mouth I let my tongue run the underside as I sucked him deeper.

"Just like that," he said through clenched teeth, as I felt him tense under my hands I felt his orgasm hit the back of my throat. Doing my best to swallow it down.

I stood up pressing my body against his, still lazily stroking his cock. "You're sweet."

He surprised me by crushing his lips to mine as if to taste for himself, pressing his body even closer to mine, placing his thigh between my legs. "I bet you're sweet too."

"Touch me, Guardian Belikov," I asked. He lowered his lips to mine again as his hand lightly caressed me. "Please touch me, I need it," I above begging at this point. An evil smirk crossed his face as he inserted a finger into me; the rough feel of his hand on my sensitive skin was heaven.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "So ready."

"Ready for what?" the question was out before I could stop myself.

He took my hand and brought it to his groin, pressing my fingers around hi now rock-hard cock.

"That was fast."

He snorted and stepped back to run his gaze over me. "When a girl looks as good as you do, it's no surprise," he removed his shirt and dropped it with my clothes

"If you want to use this," I said grabbing a hold of his cock, "then you have to do something for me first."

"What's that?"

Walking away from him I sat back down on the chair I had previously occupied, scooting my hips to the edge of the seat. The chair felt cold but it warmed quickly and I pulled my knees back to hook one leg over each arm of the chair, exposing myself to him. "Fair's fair."

"You are beautiful," he said quietly, reverently. His eyes drilled into me and I felt something quiver inside. Was it his touch? His words? It was tough to say. I reached to caress his cheek and felt another thrill as he turned to kiss my palm. "Incredibly beautiful," he said.

Guardian Belikov slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss mid-thigh, then another just a bit lower. And another. And another, making my body break into goose bumps.

'Come on, come on' I thought. He was moving slowly –too slowly- and it felt like wonderful torture. When he finally got to where I wanted him to be he switched legs and started to give me the same attention on my other thigh. Grabbing hold of his hair, I pressed his face where I wanted it to be. "Kiss me there, don't make me wait."

He raised his gaze to meet mine, then wordlessly lowered his mouth and placed a warm kiss over my clit. There was something unbelievably arousing about him staring at me while his tongue was brushing over me like that- I wanted to keep watching. But a river of passion raced through me and all I could was throw my head back, close my eyes and hang on.

He drew his tongue along with measured strokes, letting himself slide deep within me before rising again to wash over my clit. His hands gripped my thighs, firm and strong, holding my legs apart in spite of the tremors that were racing through them. It felt like every swipe of his tongue was the brush stroke of an artist. My pussy was a canvas and he was making a masterpiece right now.

"Fuck Comrade, that's so good," I moaned. "You're going to make me come." It was hard to believe, no boy had ever made me cum like that, and it had never felt this good.

But it seemed he had other ideas, with one final swipe he raised his head. "I'm glad you like that," he said. "But I'm not going to let you cum. Not like that."

"Why not? I need it. I'm so close," I whimpered, running my fingers over his wet mouth.

He backed away and then stood. "You're here to be punished," he said giving his cock a soft stroke. "Not to get off so easily. And now I am going to punish that little pussy of yours."

I felt my heart pound harder, watching his fist glide back and forth over his cock. "I've never had one like that," I blurted out, unable to tear my eyes away. Mason had been an experiment and definitely not that big.

"There's a first time for everything," he said. "Now get down, I'm going to take you from behind."

My pulse was racing and I'm sure he can hear my heart pound in my chest as I did what I was told. Getting down on the rug I was on my knees then rested my hands on the floor as well. In an instant he was behind me grabbing one hip and letting his other hand roam over my body as he leaned close. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine as he reaches forward to cup my breasts.

"Unbelievably beautiful," he murmured leaning even further to lay a chain of kisses down my back while his tongue trailed along my spine, sending an electric shock straight to my hard nipples. "And this ass… amazing… so spankable."

His words combined with his touch were torture, I needed release and I needed it fast. When he started to tease me with the head of his cock I almost lost it. "Give it to me," I begged for the second time.

I couldn't keep from crying out when he slammed into me, making my elbows burn as I collapsed on them.

"Fuck Roza, you're a virgin? So tight," he murmured as he began to rock his hips.

"No, you have a big one," I said as the pain began to ease somewhat after the initial shock. Mason had been all about ramming me as fast as he could, as if it was a race, but guardian Belikov was taking the opposite tack. He was going slowly, giving me his length as if it was gift not to be wasted. And when he was fully within me, he paused for a long moment, just letting me feel… full.

When he found my clit, and lightly trapped it between his fingers as he worked himself in and out he didn't seem so big anymore. He was just right. With every thrust he wasn't just pushing me to new heights of lust, but literally pushing me across the rug, after one particularly strong thrust I was driven forward and collapsed onto my tummy.

He showed me no mercy, barely pausing to adjust his position before he driven himself back inside me again. I could feel his hot breath on my shoulder and his lips against my ear. "You look fucking beautiful," he whispered, "And beautiful fucking."

The words barely registered with me, getting pinned to the floor like this had inflamed a different kind of lust inside me. It was raw, so primal, so animal.

"Just keep fucking me," I growled. His tempo increased, which suited me just fine as he nudged me closer and closer to the edge.

"Comrade," I whispered, "you're making me cum."

The next thrust was deeper than ever, forcing out gasps from each of us as he ground himself against me. Our hips moved together, grinding away, and in only a second I felt myself going over.

Nothing else mattered –or even existed at the moment. Not the academy, not Kirova, not even Lissa. The only thing in the world for me was pleasure of cuming hard. As I drifted back I realized he was on the floor next to me panting like a marathon runner.

"You're amazing," he said. "I could barely hang on long enough to make you cum first." He attacked my mouth once again but we were interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Guardian Belikov, are you done with Rose? She needs to get to classes," Alberta's voice rang loud and clear.

"We are just finishing things up," he responded as we each put on our clothes.

"Staying back another year won't be necessary, you and I will make a good team guarding the princess," he winked at me and I was under the impression he knew this all along.