i.
Alina gets the news in September, weeks before fittings for the show begin.
Tamar gets her to attend the offices at Condé Nast under false pretenses.
I didn't actually lie! Tamar defends herself. True, because Alina actually got the news of opening the show a week early through a video call.
The early fitting, however, is to surprise her with the best news she's ever heard: she's going to wear this year's 15 million dollar Fantasy Bra.
Alina Starkova, a little orphan from Queens, gets to wear the coveted Fantasy Bra.
She can't even begin to process it.
She can only believe it when she calls Mal and Ana to share the news. Between tears of joy and excitement the idea begins to sink.
But it's only once she sees it that she realizes what a huge deal this is.
The Eclipse Fantasy Bra and matching belt feature more than 5,400 precious gems including white diamonds, and yellow sapphires. Made with 18-karat yellow gold, the bra is completed with a magnificent 52-carat, pear-shaped black diamond. It took the designer duo Genya and David Kostyk more than a week to design and their team more than 350 hours to create.
Alina vaguely hears everyone blabber about the process but her eyes are glued to the piece.
Made for her with her in mind, to be worn by her and her only. No one else gets to have this honor, just her.
Alina lets the tears flow down her cheeks as she dares to finally touch it. Afraid that the moment her hands reach it she will realize this whole thing is an elaborate hallucination.
"Careful, Miss," a voice warns. It's deep and stern, commanding and dominant. It's so masculine it practically rearranges her insides.
"Oh, Alina! This is Aleksander Morozov. He's in charge of keeping the Fantasy Bra safe," Zoya says but Alina barely hears.
She's completely focused on the man in front of her. Tall and handsome as hell, she thinks. She's in fucking heels and he's taller than her. But that's the least of her troubles, especially when his dark eyes are looking as if he can look inside her soul.
Safe to say, she's found something she desires more than the Fantasy Bra.
"A pleasure to meet you, sir," she says in a flirty tone, batting her eyelashes as she extends her hand towards him. "I'm Alina."
"I'm Aleksander," he answers, shaking her hand and not paying much attention to her attempts at seduction. "I'll be taking every measure to ensure the bra is secure," he says, to everyone else, almost dismissing her.
And she doesn't pout, because Alina Starkova is a model on top of the fucking world. She's about to put on a piece of art and cover her tits in 15 million worth of jewels. So no, she doesn't pout.
She does, however, turn on the flirt once she tries on the bra.
This is a fitting, after all. Genya and David need to know if there are adjustments to make before they photograph it and start to market the thing.
There are no adjustments to make. The thing fits like a glove and makes her breasts look fucking great.
"I feel like a million dollars!" She exclaims, twirling for the team to see.
Twirling for him to see. Showing him her toned figure and the banging body she works so hard for. She has amazing arms and a flat stomach, her legs are toned and muscular. Her butt might be small but she knows it catches the eye just as much as her tits do.
Still, when she flashes a big smile for the polaroid they take for the board, Aleksander is not looking.
So he wants to play hard to get.
Fine.
She can work with that.
ii.
When the people from Victoria's Secret contacted his company to protect the Fantasy Bra, Aleksander decided to meet with the company to see what the fuss is all about. He can't imagine this is about protecting lingerie.
He's wrong, in a sense.
Aleksander meets with Nikolai Lanstov, CEO of the company—a position he inherited after his father ended up in prison for misconduct— who is all charm and smiles, providing an explanation as to how the company has managed an incredible comeback. In the meeting he also gets to know Zoya Nazyalensky, Chief Executive Officer —and Nikolai's lover, according to Fedyor's intel. He also meets Marie Kovaleva and Nadia Zhabin, Executive Producers of the show.
He learns they don't want him to secure the safety of regular bras and panties, but rather to make sure no harm comes to a 15 million dollar Fantasy Bra and the lucky model who gets to wear it.
There's not much to think when they are offering a great deal of money to make it happen, so he decides to take the project himself. It is a potentially good investment since it could lead to a future partnership.
Aleksander starts to regret his decision the second he sees the model chosen to wear said bra.
She's petite, for a model at least, but she's beautiful and as radiant as the sun. He can practically feel her excitement and joy, but he cannot forget why he's there in the first place.
Alina, a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.
When she steps out wearing the bra, a lacy thong and heels, however, it becomes very difficult to remember why he's there in the first place, because all he can think is how much he wants to fuck her wearing only the bra.
This is going to be a problem.
He gets home and the only thought in his mind is Alina, giggling and twirling and trying to elicit a response out of him. Ha! As if he didn't spend the whole afternoon doing everything in his power keeping himself in check.
The last thing he wanted was to have an erection in front of everyone but now that he's in the comfort of his own home he looks her up and feels free to touch himself, remembering the way her smile lit up the room and how her laugh would make him shiver.
Only after he sated himself does he actually look her up.
Alina Starkova, born on June 15th of the year 2000. Born in Queens to a Russian father and a Chinese mother, became an orphan at age eight, after her parents were killed by a drunk driver. She was adopted by the family friend who was looking over her the fateful night her parents were taken from this world.
After that, there's not much information about her. She graduated and then went to Paris at age 18 to work as an au pair. That's when her story actually starts.
She was found and scouted by Botkin Yul-Erdene himself, editor in chief for VOGUE Paris. He plucked her from obscurity and put her on every runway for Fashion Week and in several editorials around Europe.
When little Alina Starkova came back to the States, she was no longer little, for she had secured a contract with IMG, the biggest agency in the modeling world.
Her debut with Victoria's Secret came at 19. She opened the PINK section and pretty much became the image of the brand, but by the time she turned 20 instead of offering her the PINK ambassador role, they offered her wings and she took it.
Aleksander thinks it's fitting, because she is, indeed, an angel.
He also thinks he's screwed.
Fuck.
iii.
She doesn't get to see—or touch or wear—the Fantasy Bra until a month before the show, which is sad.
She doesn't get to see—or flirt with—Aleksander Morozov until a month before the show, which is devastating.
In the meantime, Alina has been busy hitting the gym a little more than usual, doing photo shoots all over the world and stalking him whenever she has time.
Turns out he's not a simple bodyguard, he's actually the founder of the security firm.
Her little scavenge across the Internet provided very little information. Aleksander Morozov, of British and Russian descent, rose the ranks in the military before retiring and settling in New York, opening his own company dedicated to security.
Other than that he's a ghost with no social media presence. Meaning she has no way of knowing his age or if he's single or taken or even his sexual orientation.
Well, at least there's no doubt she's sexually oriented towards him because the second she sees him again she remembers exactly what his looks and his voice did to her the first time they met.
She went home and got herself off remembering his fucking voice and ridiculous looks.
"Hi Sasha," she greets, looking at him through her eyelashes. "Are you ready for a full day of keeping me safe?"
They have Good Morning America early in the morning and then they are going to do a couple of radio interviews—why the bra has to be there is beyond her but she won't complain if Aleksander is around. They are also making a couple of appearances at some stores before visiting Jimmy Kimmel at his night show.
A full day to get him to pay attention to her.
"I'm not here for you, Miss," he responds, eyes avoiding her.
"You're not?" She asks, her voice almost whimpering, biting her lower lip.
That gets him to look at her. He eyes her appreciatively and Alina has to bite back a smile. If he wants to pretend he's not affected then fine, but she knows lust when she sees it and his eyes are screaming it.
"Because let me tell you, Sasha." She comes close, pressing a hand against his chest and smiling at him. "You're going to be protecting the very thing that covers my tits." Her hand travels up and down his chest and she swears she can hear his breath catching. "So, if you think about it, you're protecting my tits."
She winks at him before stepping away and walking towards hair and make up.
iv.
He tries not to think about her tits.
Fails.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck.
v.
Alina is very good at her job.
Part of being a model is telling a story, it's being a chameleon in front of the camera to sell a fantasy.
Alina is very good at fantasies. If anything, that's what her whole childhood was comprised of.
So, she's very good at being a Victoria's Secret Angel because she can flirt and be bubbly, it comes easy to her. At first she took the job because it was a big fat check that gave her status, security and stability. If she's being honest she enjoys editorial photoshoots way more but the Angel gig ain't half bad.
"You're the first Angel of Asian descent," one of the hosts comments. "And now you're the first one to wear the coveted Fantasy Bra!"
"And I will be opening the show in it," Alina says with the biggest smile on her face. Then, it turns mischievous. She leans in and fake whispers. "But let's keep that between us." A wink at the audience for good measure.
Everyone in the room laughs.
She talks about what a great honor has been bestowed on her, joking and flirting like its second nature.
"The thing no one tells you about wearing the bra is that it also comes with a gorgeous bodyguard to keep you protected," she comments, turning her head to where Aleksander is standing. His dark eyes are focused on her and she giggles. "Beautiful jewelry and a handsome man, what else can a girl want?"
"Alina Starkova, a lucky woman," one of the hosts says.
She's about to answer when someone else does it for her.
"I think I'm the lucky one," Aleksander comments in that velvet, deep voice of his. Every head in the studio turns to look at him but he's looking at her. "Spending my day with a beautiful woman like Alina seems like a dream and I get to do it as a job."
vi.
He decides to compliment her on national television.
He makes her blush.
It's almost payback for causing him to be half hard and doing everything in his power not to have an erection.
If she wants to play this game then fine, he will no longer resist her. After all, why would he deny himself when she clearly wants this too?
He's doing this, isn't he?
Fuck.
vii.
"Did you mean what you said?" She asks when they are leaving the Time's Square store. The metal briefcase with the Fantasy Bra sits between them in the SUV, a reminder that once the show is over she won't see him or the bra again.
Aleksander looks at her, really looks at her, and smiles.
"Do you not know you're beautiful?" He asks, voice softer than usual but no less attractive.
"Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it," she challenges him. His eyes are too intense but she doesn't look away.
His eyes shine with something she can't quite put her finger on.
"You're beautiful, Alina Starkova," Aleksander says, shaking his head in disbelief. He's still smiling, like he can't believe what he's saying. "You're also a pain in my ass."
Her laugh echoes around the car.
viii.
Aleksander gets home, a beautiful but sterile flat overlooking Central Park.
He strips and gets in the shower where all he can do is think about Alina.
She's beautiful, charming, witty, funny, and ridiculously sexy and he feels like by the time the goddamn show airs he will die.
He comes, thinking about the red dress and the sky high heels she wore while flirting with Kimmel.
He comes, thinking about her wearing nothing but the damned bra while displayed on his bed.
He comes in his hand, dreaming of her warm, tight cunt.
Fuck.
ix.
Her photoshoot to announce the Fantasy Bra is later than it should be.
A problem with scheduling, Tamar explains. Her manager also lets her know that to make up for it, VOGUE will be putting the spread on the magazine.
Not bad, Alina thinks as she arrives early to the set, greeting everyone and sitting on a chair to let the hair and make-up department do their thing.
She's busy answering emails and meditating when Aleksander arrives.
Funny how she's barely interested in the very expensive bra she gets to wear and instead is interested in the handsome man taking care of it.
"Hi Sasha," she says, approaching him wearing only a robe and her underwear.
"Alinochka, hello," he says looking at her appreciatively.
Fuck. His voice and his eyes and that fucking short version of her name. She feels butterflies in her stomach and the urge to giggle while twirling her hair.
"Ready for a day with me?" She asks, voice breathy.
He chuckles, clearly amused by her question. At first she thinks he won't answer, but then he nods.
"I'm ready for whatever you throw at me, Alinochka," he says, voice warm and affectionate.
She grins at him, kissing his cheek before he opens the briefcase and her eyes meet with the gorgeous bra.
For all she's drooling over Aleksander, the bra is seriously a work of art. The fact that she gets to wear it is a huge honor and a highlight in her short career.
She's the first Asian woman to ever wear the Fantasy Bra. No one will ever take that away from her.
She looks at it for a couple of minutes, fingertips gracing gently the precious gems she keeps listing in her head. White diamonds, black diamonds and sapphires. She still can't believe this is for her and her only.
A little part of her is still quite worried about waking up and realizing one of the girls from the orphanage took it from her.
She raises her eyes from the piece to find Aleksander is already looking at her. She feels a rush of electricity run down her spine.
"What if I want to run away with it?" Alina asks, a naughty smile on her face.
"Well, I guess I would have to do something about it," Aleksander says.
There's an edge to his voice and she wants to explore that.
"Yeah? Like what?" She bites her lower lip, goosebumps on her skin. "Would you punish me?"
"It would be fitting," he tuts, playing along with her. "Naughty girls get punished, after all."
"How would you punish me?" She asks, feeling a little hot and out of breath.
"I think you deserve some spanking," he says, in a lower register. She's hanging to his every word, even stepping close to him, bodies almost touching. "Might take the brat out of you."
This is the man of her dreams.
"Yeah?" Her voice comes high pitched. She feels her skin warm and flushed. What a sight she must be now. However, that's the least of her concerns because she's very aware of the mess she's making of the panties she's wearing.
She's never been wetter and he has done nothing but speak.
"But I think that's what you want, no? So maybe I won't give you that. Maybe the real punishment is to do nothing."
A whimper comes out of her mouth. How dare he?
But then, before she can complain out loud, he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, coming closer to whisper.
"I'll still go after you, to ensure the bra is safe, of course."
He presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth and Alina closes her eyes, wishing he could just stay there.
x.
The photographer, a boisterous woman of the name Nina Zenik, comments about including him in the photoshoot.
Since Alina has been highlighting his presence in every interview, it will be good for publicity. Especially since Twitter is quite invested.
Aleksander is reluctant, but Alina skips towards him taking his hand and dragging him to the set, all carefully documented under Zenik's careful eye.
A series of rapid-fire photos are taken as Alina takes his arm and smiles at the camera. He smiles fondly at her and at some point Alina stops looking at the camera to look at him.
Cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink and a beautiful bed head.
He wants her every morning and every night in his bed.
Her smile goes from nice to naughty after a couple of seconds, and before he gets a chance to ask she swiftly removes his jacket and puts it on; biting her lower lip and looking at the camera seductively.
It's obvious he's no longer needed, so he takes a step back not even complaining about the loss of his jacket. How can he complain when she's turning his fantasies into real life? His jacket looks big on her, but she makes it work, looking like a temptress for him to see.
He never gets his jacket back, but the very next day a package addressed to him finds his way into his office.
It contains a single photo of Alina wearing his jacket and nothing else, a seductive look on her face.
Fuck.
xi.
Alina blinks and the show is here.
She wakes up early, but not earlier—the newbies always want to wake up a lil early and try to squeeze a workout at the gym. Alina knows better, there's no point in hitting the gym and instead is more useful to get some rest before the chaos of the day hits.
She's one of the firsts ones to arrive at the venue, with Tamar by her side.
The peace and quiet of the venue early in the morning is something she enjoys; ever since her first show, it's almost a tradition at this point. Alina likes to be a silent spectator to how things go from calm to a crazy circus as more and more people begin to arrive.
When her hair and make up are done she stands on top of one of the tables, posing for the photographers just like the great Adriana Lima did.
Her name is being called out like crazy, to remind everyone—even herself— who the real star of the show is. She worked hard, she was responsible and professional and delivered each single time. The first time she ever wore the iconic pink robe she was just getting started, still pinching herself because she nabbed a spot on the world's most coveted runway.
Now she's on top of the world.
She poses for the cameras, playing with said iconic robe when Aleksander enters the venue. He's accompanied by two men and the briefcase containing her Fantasy Bra.
His eyes find her immediately and smiling at him—and only at him—she disrobes. They might be surrounded by people, chaos and constant noise around them, but as far as Alina is concerned, once their eyes meet, everything else is white noise.
She can feel her heartbeat go faster, her smile grow bigger and genuine, her skin get flushed and warm at the sight of Aleksander.
At first it was just because she couldn't stand the idea of someone as attractive as him not paying attention to him, but after spending time together she grew to like him, and enjoy the comfort of his silent presence.
She also can't deny she enjoys the chemistry they have, the way they seem to click—like they're on the same wavelength.
The way he can make a mess out of her with just one look and few words.
She wants him, so she will have him.
He smiles at her, kindly, but his eyes roam up and down her body, telling a different story.
She blows a kiss to him, cheekily posing one last time for the cameras before stepping down from the table and skipping towards him.
"Hello, Sasha," she says with a grin.
Aleksander nods and one of the men with him huffs, taking the briefcase with him.
"Hello, Alinochka," he greets. "You look beautiful."
She can't help it, she beams at him. And then, for good measure, she twirls.
"Very beautiful," he says appreciatively at her.
"You also look very handsome," she says. The truth is she's not looking to return the compliment, but rather, make him know what she thinks. He's very attractive and handsome and he's in a venue full of half naked women, women who are staring at them, but mostly at him.
She doesn't want him to flirt with anyone else, just her. Her parents and Ana might've taught her to share, but she doesn't plan on doing that anymore.
"I liked the photo you sent me," he says. She blushes, feeling warm and flushed. It had been a spur of the moment with Nina assisting her once everyone had left.
"You did?" She asks, eager.
"I did," he nods. "Made me want to see the real thing."
Alina feels her mouth go dry and her panties get wet. However, she doesn't get to do anything because Tamar finds her and tells her to start doing press.
She walks away with her manager, turning to look at Aleksander who mouth-whispers later.
It sounds like a promise.
xii.
Ivan looks amused but at least he remains quiet. Fedyor actually looks happy about the whole ordeal.
Some models and press approach the bra once it's on display, Alina herself doing press around him.
She's so pretty and witty and sexy she's going to be the death of him. But then she goes away to actually try on the bra and get some pictures taken and he realizes this is what will kill him.
And then, she goes away from the cameras and the chaos and smiles at him.
Beckon him to follow her.
As if he could do anything else.
Fuck.
xiii.
Alina waits for him in a desolate bathroom, trying not to bite her nails in anticipation.
He will come, of course he will.
When he appears she gives him the biggest smile she can, which he reciprocates.
"You came," she says, voice barely a whisper. It doesn't matter if him being there is proof enough that he wants her, she needs to hear him say it.
"There was no other option for me," he says, coming closer to her. She's wearing next to nothing, just the million dollar bra and a set of panties, and he's looking into her eyes, straight into her soul. He grabs her by the neck, his thumb caressing her jawline while he wets her lips. "Don't you want me here?"
Ridiculous, the question, because she wants him everywhere. She wants him in his apartment, maybe making use of the kitchen; in her couch, for cuddles and hot sex; she wants him for strolls around Central Park and dinners at Nobu. She wants him mornings and nights, maybe even a lifetime.
She wants him but maybe he needs as much reassurance as she does.
"I want you to kiss me," is her answer as she steps even closer, so their bodies are glued together. Her hands grab onto his torso, which is a good thing, because when Aleksander kisses her, she feels her knees go weak.
He's not sweet or tender, instead he kisses her hungrily, like a man starved, like a man who has been keeping himself in check for far too long. While his lips are soft, his beard is scratchy and his tongue is demanding, making its way onto her mouth as the hand in her neck grabs a little more tightly.
She loves that. She absolutely loves it.
Everyone is always treating her with such care, like she's a porcelain doll. Like she will break at any moment. Not Aleksander, he's rough and demanding, passionate and all consuming. She fucking loves it.
His free hand goes from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks and squeezing it tightly, making her moan into the kiss. She's so focused on it, on the way their lips are practically devouring each other that she almost misses how he slides one of his fingers inside the fabric and starts to tease her hole.
Fuck. No one has ever done that. Sex has always pretty vanilla but not for her lack of trying but rather, the lack of worthy partners.
But Aleksander is worthy, more than.
"Sasha," she whimpers after biting his lower lip and breaking the kiss. He smiles at her, his pupils wide with desire and his lips plump and bitten. Even his hair seems messy. She loves this look on him. "Sasha, please."
"So eager and willing, my Alinochka," he tuts with a pleased smile on his face. His hand is still on her neck, his thumb still caressing her skin. His other hand is still teasing her hole, making her moan and tremble. "You're a dream, aren't you?"
And while she doesn't really mind his words—she would go as far as say that she loves the way he speaks— she wants more. She's impatient and horny and has waited far too long for this.
"Just fuck me, please," she begs, pouting and trying to use her hands to palm him through his trousers. He's already hard and she can already tell he's bigger than any of the people she's ever been with. It doesn't matter, she wants him.
She has to have him.
A flash of desire appears in Aleksander's eyes, but instead of giving her what she wants, he maintains his cool demeanor.
"So impatient, my little Alinochka," he teases, before releasing her neck and using both hands to strip her out of her panties, leaving her just in a very expensive bra.
For a second she feels the need to cover herself. She's too exposed, too bare. But she trusts him, so she doesn't shy away from his hungry gaze. Instead, she leans against the countertop and opens her legs for him.
He licks his lips, taking in the silent invitation to sink to his knees and start kissing her thighs.
"Fuck, you're like a dream," he comments as he makes his way up her legs. For all she spent months hitting the gym, she now feels like her legs are made out of jelly. She grabs onto his hair,—smiling when she realizes there are a couple of silver strands— and pulling a little and making him groan.
As his kisses move upwards, so do his hands. His thumb gently spreads her folds, moving his fingers through her wetness and bringing one to his mouth so he can taste her.
They lock eyes as his tongue swirls around the digit and she thinks it's the hottest thing she's ever witnessed.
"Like a dream," he repeats before he goes back, this time using his tongue to lap at her hungrily.
She has half a mind to keep her moans quiet, biting her lips as his sinful mouth makes a mess out of her. The mix of his scratchy beard as he flattens his tongue and uses it in just the perfect way to bring her pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Sasha," she moans, bucking her hips, trying to chase her orgasm. Her fingers card through his hair, enjoying the softness of it as Aleksander's hot and warm mouth make an incoherent mess out of her.
"Alina," he practically growls, voice deep and guttural. If she's enjoying this, then he seems to enjoy it as well, which is great, given that she plans to do this in the future.
His hand travels from her hip to her asscheek, squeezing a little, toying with how much strength he can actually use without leaving a mark. After all, there's a Fashion Show she needs to attend, but that's the last thing on her mind as Aleksander once again teases her hole, using the tip of his finger to bring her even more pleasure.
She thought this was the man of his dreams, but now she knows he's the man of her dreams. He knows how and when to suck, kiss or even bite. He knows how much strength to use and best of all, he knows how to bring her to a spectacular orgasm.
He has been grazing her clit with deliberate moves, focusing more on using his fingers and tongue on her pussy. But now that she's gotten her messy and begging to come, Aleksander's soft lips suck on her clit with no warning. He just sucks and uses that sinful tongue of his to make her see stars.
"Sasha, I'm…" She doesn't finish the sentence, reaching her peak with his lips on her clit and his fingers curled inside her, hitting the right spot to make her feel fuzzy and warm. To make her forget she needs to be quiet.
She doesn't want to be quiet, she wants the whole world to know this ridiculously gorgeous man ate her out like she was his last meal on earth.
He barely has a chance to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh before she's grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and kissing him senseless.
She tastes herself in him, but as Aleksander wraps his arms around her to keep her close, she also tastes a future of just the two of them.
xiv.
The people from Victoria's Secret offer him a spot in the audience so he can enjoy the show. Both Fedyor and Ivan encourage him, especially since there's a second taping—something he learned not from the many meetings dedicated to the security of the bra, but rather from Fedyor, who grew up watching the show with his sister's.
Aleksander sits on the first row, feeling a bit out of place, wondering what the hell is he doing there.
He belongs backstage, in the shadows.
He belongs in the bathroom, with her in his arms, making her cry of pleasure.
Alina, however, obviously belongs there.
The second the show starts and she comes out to the runway, the public goes insane. People clap and cheer for her, genuine joy and excitement buzzing in the audience.
Alina gives a bright smile to the audience, standing in the middle of the runway with her arms on her hips. She might be wearing millions worth of jewels but he finds himself drawn to her face.
When their eyes meet, she winks at him before strutting down the runway.
His eyes remain glued to her, the way her hips sway and her cute little butt moves on the runway. She's hypnotic and he's completely under her spell. Everything else is background noise and completely unimportant to him.
When she's about to disappear backstage she blows him a kiss and he remembers the way her lips felt on his.
She comes out two more times, all in beautiful lingerie and eye-catching wings.
Each time his eyes remain glued to her and each time she makes sure to show him attention, to let him know she's watching him as well.
Somehow by the time the finale rolls around he has managed to avoid an erection.
It all goes to shit when she spots him in the audience and mouths later to him.
Fuck.
xv.
By the time they have done the second show, taken the class picture and additional photos for Instagram, the venue remains half deserted.
"Shouldn't you be at the after party?" Aleksander groans as she removes his clothes. His voice is coarse, has dropped a couple of octaves and she feels incredibly aroused just by how he sounds. It's embarrassing.
"Fuck that," she mumbles, kissing his beard before making her way to his neck. She found out earlier that he's sensitive and ticklish and she plans to take advantage of that. "Isn't this a better party?" She asks, making him chuckle.
"You're going to be the death of me," he groans, separating himself from her to finish undressing.
She blinks and in front of her is a naked body made out of alabaster skin and lean, strong muscle. As if he wasn't already a wet dream with clothes on, without clothes Aleksander was downright the hottest, most attractive man she's ever seen. It's almost obscene the way the sight of his naked body makes her pussy ache with want.
Her hands explore his torso, fingers caressing his skin, especially the places where he has a couple of scars. She wants to know the story behind those, she also wants to know all the secrets his body holds. From his tattoos to all the moles and little things that make him him.
He takes a deep breath when her hand reaches his erection, and she smiles while touching him. She's wet, dripping and mad with desire, but he's also lusting after her. The way his eyes followed when she strutted down the runway told her as much but now that she's actually touching him…
Aleksander's lips descend on hers before she finishes the thought. She feels warm and fuzzy, unable to think as he absolutely devours her. Her cunt clenches at nothing, feeling incredibly empty.
Later, they will have time to go slow, to get to know each other better. Now she wants him. No, no. That's wrong. Aleksander has become a need.
Her fingers are still holding his dick, messily stroking at the base, feeling the precum as she grinds against him, eliciting moans from his mouth.
"I'm clean and on the pill," she gasps, kissing his neck and nibbling in his ear. "I want you inside me and I want your cum."
"Fuck, you're a menace," he growls, hands roaming around her body, until he has her against the countertop, their reflection looking back at her.
She gasps, surprised at the sudden movement, but sends a flirty smile his way when she realizes this works in her favor. While wiggling her butt against his erection, she remembers what he said about spankings and thinks that maybe he will remember as well.
He does not disappoint.
"Naughty girls deserve some spanking, right, Alinochka?" His lips are against her ear all she can do is nod, feeling a rush of desire travel down her spine. "You've been very naughty," he says, one of his hands caressing her naked back, while the other is focused on her asscheek. "Distracting me when I was ready to just thrust into you."
Alina bites her lower lip, locking eyes with him through the mirror as he slaps her, hard. He does it without a warning, making her yelp in surprise but loving the way desire simmers in her stomach. She can feel his touch on her skin, his large hand probably left a mark and the thought of it makes her smile.
"You'll get more, my little angel. But I really want to be inside you, okay?" He says, searching for her lips and giving her a quick peck.
"You promise?" She asks, not caring about how clingy she sounds. The thought of this being more than a one time thing means everything to her.
"I promise," he nods as he rubs his cock at her entrance. "Christ, look at how wet you are."
"For you, Sasha. Just for you," she whimpers, all consumed with desire.
He thrusts into her without further ado, making her scream his name. He's the biggest guy she's ever been with, and it hurts just a little to take him in without much preparation. However, it feels absolutely delicious the way her cunt stretches around him, keeping his cock snug inside her.
"So tight, my little Alinochka. What a tight pussy you have," he says, voice low and dripping with desire. "You're such a dream," he whispers, kissing her spine.
He's sweet, letting her some time to adjust to him, but she doesn't care for that, so she wiggles against his body, eliciting a chuckle from him.
"My naughty angel," he jokes, putting once again one hand on her neck and squeezing a little as he begins to move.
He's a little slow at first. Shallow thrusts for a few seconds until they find their rhythm, with Alina seeing stars from just that. She has never felt more in sync with anyone. She has never felt so understood and so cared for in a sexual aspect, with Aleksander providing everything she ever wanted and more.
What a sight they make, Alina thinks as she looks at the mirror. The sigh of their bodies moving, combined with the sounds that come from Aleksander's mouth make her feel like she's on fire.
"I want to feel you in my throat," she manages to say between moans.
He looks at her and she doesn't shy away from his eyes. He's still too intense, but she finds that she craves that. And now it's not the time to shy away from him. She meant what she said and to emphasize it, she puts one of her hands on top of the one on his neck, squeezing even more.
He pulls out of her, making her whimper at the sudden loss. Leaving her open and empty for a few seconds before he bottoms out, harder than before.
"Fuck yes," Alina gasps, completely overcome by ecstasy.
Aleksander takes her words as an incentive to actually go harder, letting go of any sense of restraint that might still be in him. He's hitting that damned spot his fingers found the first time they met in this bathroom and she can feel herself rapidly approaching her orgasm.
"You want to come around my cock?" He asks, as one of his hands releases her neck, making its way between her legs, teasing her lightly before he presses his thumb against her clit. She's already trembling, legs shaking like a newborn lamb and yet, she wants more. "I want to feel this tight cunt, I bet there's nothing better."
She twists her head to kiss him, rocking into him as the orgasm washes over her. His lips are tender and soft, whereas the orgasm is explosive and mind blowing. Alina just knows, without a doubt, that she will be able to feel this in the months to come. Especially when he shakes, spilling into her, making her feel warm and full.
Suddenly, she just knows his seed doesn't belong anywhere else, but inside her body.
"Fuck," they both gasp as they break the kiss.
Aleksander chuckles, looking at her reflection before he presses a kiss to the back of her hair. Alina smiles, feeling cherished and understood. Feeling like she has found someone to come home to after a crazy day.
She takes his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
Yeah, there's no way she's letting him go.
xvi.
Despite her cheeky comment, Alina does need to make an appearance at the after party.
She just does things a little different than planned.
When she steps into the Pink Carpet she's wearing a black high slit skirt, sky high heels and the Fantasy Bra. She threw her hair into a messy bun and leaned into the wrecked look she had as a result of their escapades.
She's the last on the carpet, but she's the very best, so people go crazy for her.
"Oh, I know it's unconventional but I convinced my amazing security guard a little party never killed nobody," she jokes with a reporter when asked about wearing the Fantasy Bra outside the runway. "He also makes an amazing arm candy, don't you think?"
She loops her arm through his and he has to resist the urge to kiss her right then and there in front of the world.
His smart, gorgeous girl. He plans to keep her forever.
They don't spend a long time at the party. Alina steps in and takes a couple of photos, mingling with the models and some of the higher ups before she sends him a meaningful look.
Under the guise of returning the bra, they leave the party together, but the second she sits in the passenger seat of his car she all but pleads.
"Take me home, please."
He takes her to his flat where he spends the better part of the night fucking her.
If he thought she looked gorgeous before, well, he had no clue how beautiful she would look laying on his bed, completely naked and horny for him. He's sure she is an actual goddess sent to earth for him to worship.
He really has no plans of ever letting her go.
xvii.
The following year she's chosen to wear the Fantasy Bra again.
The Moonlight Fantasy Bra is composed in its entirety of blue sapphires. It has two moons at the side of her breasts with the cutest star dangling in the middle.
She hugs Zoya and Tamar, calls Mal and Ana. Laughs and cries and smiles, feeling like she's on cloud nine.
When it's time to actually try it on she grabs his wrist, bringing him inside the fitting room.
Alina wastes no time in kissing her boyfriend. She had to pretend like she barely remembered him, when in reality she wanted to jump into his arms and scream of happiness.
She gets the honor of wearing the Fantasy Bra twice and Sasha is there to witness it. To be a part of this moment with her.
"Congratulations, moya lyubov," Aleksander says against her lips once they break for air.
She smiles at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him close, unable to believe she gets to share such an important moment with her favorite person in the whole wide world.
"Did you know?" she asks and his smile is answer enough. He looks so proud of her she can barely process it, so she kisses him again, unable to manage her own feelings.
"I'm just so proud of my favorite girl," he comments, breaking the kiss and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I almost broke the news myself, but I wouldn't change this for the world."
"I love you, Sasha. I'm just so happy you're here with me," she says, looking into his eyes before burying her head on his chest.
He wraps his arms around her body, pressing his lips against the top of her head. She melts into his body, sighing and being perfectly content to just have a minute with him, before going back to reality.
"I love you too, my little angel," he says, his voice soft but filled with pride. She smiles to herself. She really is lucky and not because she's now a two time Fantasy Bra wearer, but because she has Sasha by her side. "I can't wait to flirt with you on national television."
Alina snorts, raising her head to look at him. For all the tenderness and softness of the moment, she can't help herself.
Aleksander loves that she's half angel, half hell, after all.
"Do you think we can keep this one? It's cheaper, and if we buy it, you can fuck me in it every day of the year," she comments while biting her lower lip.
His eyebrows rise in shock, but she can see the lust in his eyes and the way he seems to be seriously considering her silly comment.
"I'll think about it, my Alinochka," he says, before capturing her lips in a downright sinful kiss.
xviii.
The mainstream media breaks that an anonymous buyer acquired this year's Fantasy Bra, valued around 10 million dollars.
Aleksander pays no mind to the noises coming from the forgotten TV in the living room. He's far too busy in his bedroom, looking at Alina on top of him, riding him with vigor.
His Alina, looking like an angel, a naughty one, as she rides him. There's a halo around her, making her look like she's indeed a celestial thing for him to love and protect.
Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, pouty lips moaning every filthy thing that goes through her mind as their bodies move erratically.
He loves when she's on top, never gets tired of the image of her lovely tits bouncing as she rides his cock like there's no tomorrow. However, he does have to admit, the image becomes even better now that she's wearing the Fantasy Bra.
A fitting gift for his favorite girl, his precious girlfriend, his angel on earth.
fin.
