My Cold Leader

My life, My Love

I never felt so excited in my entire life. I still could remember the feeling of Vladimir walking past me and brushing himself against the back of me. Ah, how blissful. How I wished for Vladimir to devour me alive and with a heart full of passion. I grew accustomed to his home, I could walk blindfolded through the many rooms, halls and corridors. The place was immaculate, and even Vladimir cleaned up after himself. The last time he noticed me cleaning, he approached me and placed his strong grasp on my shoulder and spoke so softly to me, "I hope this job isn't too hard for you." He smirked, "I try to clean up after myself as much as I can." When this occurred I felt my heart drop to the floor.

Today, I was cleaning the pool room beneath the palace. This area was kind of a spa for Vladimir on his days off. He did appear very stressed out most of the time, but I could see he pushed through it and didn't complain about his problems like a strong man. I thought about him constantly, and his dreamy voice, a voice that was so soothing and pleasurable to the ears that it was unforgettable. His presence haunted me, he simply couldn't be erased from my memory no matter how hard I tried.

Grabbing the mop, I splashed it across the floor near the pool while the smell of bleach burned my sinuses. I heard footsteps approach me, immediately, as if instinct, I reached for my brown bangs and straightened them out. I could feel him come close to me. I could smell the alluring scent of him. The smell of him was another thing I couldn't shake from my mind. The steps came closer towards me, I could feel my stomach doing somersaults and my heart beating rapidly. He glanced at me and said with pleasure, "Hello!" Informally He spoke to me informally, friendly. I am surprised. I was overjoyed.

I replied formally, "Hello." I didn't dare say more, I didn't want to disrespect him in any way. I could feel the tension arise in the room. He stood close to me, I felt as if I could feel everything. I could feel every cell in my body screaming for Vladimir's touch. I wanted to reach forward, reach for his face, touching his magnificent jaw and brushing my fingertips against his beautiful pale skin. I would tilt my head upwards and place my lips against his, I'd let him do anything he pleased with me I was so devoted to him. Not only because of Nationalism and Patriotism but because I was infatuated with him.

Vladimir eyes were like glimmering sapphires, he was very respectful towards me and I was to him. I understood he didn't want to appear unprofessional or weak in my eyes, a citizen of his magnificent country. I felt as if I could read his mind. "I don't want to sound strange to you but." He trailed off, I knew this was very strange coming from him due to him maintaining a powerful image. "You're a very beautiful girl. Russian women are the prettiest in Europe." I just stood there like an idiot staring at his lips as he spoke.

"Spasibo." Was all I could get out my mouth, I replied formally, "You're very handsome man." I grasped the mop tightly. My face blushed, "I thank you so much. I am very pleased."

"No problem. This truth." He continued to glimpse into my eyes. We just stood there gazing into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. He smiled slightly, "I'll see you soon, I am going to go for a swim now."

"Отлично." I gasped as if I couldn't breath. My lungs needed air.

He went off towards the changing rooms. I began to mop quicker and quicker. Every single time we crossed each others paths I always obtained this energy rush after seeing him. There was something about him. He has that fire and he walks with it, he has that fire and he talks with it. The way he spoke, walked, talked, expressed himself and asserted his dominance.  He walked out of the change room shirtless.  He nearly caught me smirking.

He leapt into the pool and I continued to mop/disinfect the floors with please watching him swim.  I was a drooling mess, it was like a dog watching a steak on a plate, waiting to devour it.  Vladimir swam with ease and somewhat with "masculine gracefulness."  I always admired this masculinity, it was so attractive and could be considered a beautiful thing. 

After months of awkward conversations in the hallways I've learned a lot about his behavior, I observed and studied and repeated in my head everything he would tell me.  He talked about some of his childhood and fond memories and of course he mentioned his dogs. 
Vladimir swam towards me, he placed his arms on the corner of the pool and eyed me.  "Do you want a break, you could go swimming." He spoke bluntly, "unless I am making you uncomfortable." 

I smirked, couldn't hide it this time, "uncomfortable?  There's nothing uncomfortable about you."  I continued to speak formally, I wasn't thinking when I spoke.  All Vladimir did was continue to smile.  I remembered, "I can't swim in my uniform."
He said "you can."  I wasn't sure if he was joking or not.  "Of course you can, It is summer time you will not freeze."

"Alright", I laughed.  Never would have guessed Vladimir would want me to swim with him.  I wondered why.  I took my shoes off and placed them near the mop and bucket.  I tried with grace and precision to leap myself into the water.  While I was beneath the surface, looking up towards the ceiling I could see the colours of blue and electrifying shimmers of white dancing across the surface.  Just as beautiful as my lovers eyes.  On the surface I couldn't hide my joy, it was blatantly being exposed for Vladimir to see.  He was close to me and once again we were looking into each other's eyes.  I was embarrassed once I realized my skirt was floated up with the water, but that didn't deter Vladimir.

He spoke sweetly, every movement he made was poetry in motion and my heart leapt high, "The moment I saw you, I knew you were very beautiful.  I can feel it in your soul."  He appeared a little shy.  I never saw him shy, he was always a tough man but with a secretive soft side.  "I know I am old.  I am old enough to be your grandfather but even though you grow older you never lose the feelings I have towards you."  I let this sink into my mind, this very moment.  I wanted to absorb my surrounding and continue to watch his beautiful pale skin and his bright blue eyes for the rest of my life.

"I never thought you would say so.  My feelings are strong towards you.  You're such a powerful man, there's prettier girls in Russia you could have.  Why choose me?"  Vladimir drawn himself closer towards me.  My body and soul ached for him, my burning desire for him will never be quenched.

He reached forward and touched my soaked hair.  "I have a feeling about people when I see them.  I was drawn towards you, your mind is different than those other girls.  I feel you're different than those other girls.  I could see beyond your beauty even though it was like staring into the sun."  His fingers moved slowly towards my cheeks, I could feel the pressure from his fingers against my skin, he caressed my skin gently and he whispered close to me, "Your skin so soft and pale like a lily."

"I feel as if for my whole life I've been devoted to you, been so obsessed and intrigued.  I always wanted you, since I was a little girl."  I close my eyes, his hands crept down towards my jaw.  He grasped my head and he brought himself closer, pressing his lips forcefully but softly against mine.  I raised my hand and smoothed it up his back.  The feeling of his skin against mine was indescribable.  It felt like heaven on earth.  His passion was ignited and we continued to kiss in the water.

My back was pressed against the side of the pool, Vladimir smothered my neck with kisses of adoration.  He seemed more about giving than receiving.  He obtained pleasure by making me feel this way.  "I need your love."  I gasped.  I could hear the Lana Del Rey song "Religion" playing in my mind.  Vladimir placed his left hand on my lower back and his right hand in my hair.  The feeling of his grasp and control, pure domination was enough to make me filled with ecstasy.  

"Do you want to talk?"  His nose touched mine, "I don't want to end this.  But I need to describe to you how dangerous this is."  He appeared concerned and loving.  

I nodded.  "I love to hear you speak.  Your voice is like a beautiful song."   

He moved and our cheeks touched.  I wanted to hold his face against mine forever.