Collared by the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 11) Page 12

  Sergei’s lips brush across my own. “Good girl, Raisa. Are you ready for more?” he breathes, his lips touching mine.

  “Please,” I beg.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  SERGEI

  I pull her body against my own, her ass nestled against my cock, her back against my chest. Burying my face in her hair, I breathe her in. Sliding my hand up the center of her torso, I wrap my fingers around her breast and squeeze her soft flesh. She sighs in her sleep, pushing back against me slightly. Grunting, I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her in yet again.

  “Good morning, Sergei,” she greets softly.

  I hum, not feeling inclined to speak yet. It’s still early, and I’m thinking about what I need to do this week. The first thing I have to do is meet with one of the richest men in Russia. Well, one of the most legitimately richest men in Russia. Ilya Deripaska, a well-known billionaire and grandfather of Zakhar Shvernik.

  Ilya and I had a long conversation. He’s old-school, a man that I can not only respect but look up to. He was disappointed in his grandson’s dealings. Claiming not to know anything of his particular tastes, though I know that to be a lie because he owns a room at Katrina’s club for his own kinks.

  What he did find upsetting was when I told him that his room at the club would be revoked. I informed him that he would be uninvited to the club. That I would blacklist him from the slave-ring circle, if he tried to help or bail his grandson out, in any way.

  “You’re thinking,” Raisa groggily mutters into the quiet room.

  I hum, pulling her even tighter against me. She spreads her legs, hooking her knee around my thigh. I fill her already wet cunt, in one thrust. Raisa’s head falls back against my shoulder and she lets out a sweet moan.

  “I’m thinking,” I admit as I slowly fuck her.

  My grip on her tit tightens as I grunt, filling her tight pussy over and over. “I’m close,” she gasps sounding as if she’s surprised.

  She shouldn’t be. I’ve been training her to be able to come without pain. I like that she enjoys my pain, it’s sexy as fuck, but not always. I want her trained to be mine, and come when I want it, the way I want it. That means sometimes I’ll deliver pain, and sometimes I won’t. Like now. No pain. Just my cock, nothing else.

  “Come on, Raisa. Come all over me,” I groan.

  Her body bucks, her thighs begin to shake, and she cries out as her entire body goes tight and rigid. Rolling her onto her stomach, I shift to my knees my fingers gripping her hips, I yank her back against me. I fuck her. Holding her hips still as I piston in and out of her wet heat.

  Closing my eyes, I let out a long moan before I still and fill her with my release. “Fuck,” I hiss.

  Leaning forward, I press my lips to her shoulder, resting my chest against her back. Slipping out of her, guilt consumes me, as I shift my legs over the side of the bed.

  “Sergei?” she asks, her voice soft as her palm presses against my back,

  Turning my head slightly, I look back at her. “I need to leave you for a few weeks,” I explain.

  She doesn’t speak, she wouldn’t anyway. I didn’t give her a reason to. It’s moments like this when I wish she were normal, at least more normal than she is. I shake my head, ridding myself of the idea of normalcy, if she were normal, I would not want her, and we would not work. She’s as she should be, for me—for us.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  She sounds stressed, and I have no doubt that her anxiety is through the roof. Not only has she completely changed masters, I’ve also switched her homes. Now, I’m leaving her alone. Well, alone with Panya and Nikolai.

  “I need to see my daughter, you understand, yeah?”

  Raisa crawls around me, sliding off of the bed and then places herself between my feet. Her big blue eyes look up at me, her face bare of makeup and flushed from her recent orgasm. “I understand, Sergei. Of course I understand. I will be okay here.”

  I shake my head, reaching out and cupping her cheek in my hand. Running the pad of my thumb across her lip, I keep my eyes focused on her own. She will not be okay, she claims she will, but I know her better than she thinks. She’s putting on a brave front, but she needs me, needs what I give her. She needs what we have.

  Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers. My tongue tastes her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and I fill her, fucking her slowly and tasting every fucking inch of her mouth. Raisa moans. I swallow the sound down, my hand lifting to fist in the back of her hair. Tugging her head back, I release her lips, kissing down the column of her neck.

  “You will be all right, krasotka,” I mutter against her skin. “You will be just fine.”

  I lie to her.

  I lie to myself.

  I just fucking lie.

  She will not be okay. She will be lost and vulnerable. However, she will be safe. I know it to be true. Especially here in this building. This is the safest place she can be while I’m away. Since I know it’s a fact. I know that nothing will happen to her, why in the fuck is my stomach twisted in knots?

  Why the fuck am I worried?

  Could it be that Raisa means something to me? I’ve known her to be different, special even, but has she penetrated that untouchable part of my heart yet?

  Releasing her neck, and my hold on her, I sit up. Scrubbing my hand over my face, I try to collect myself. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me. Maybe this time away will be good for us. Fucking hell. I think I’ve allowed myself to have goddamn feelings.

  RAISA

  He’s looking at me funny. He’s been looking at me funny all day long. After our morning and his announcement of his imminent departure, he’s been different—edgy. I don’t understand what’s wrong with him, but I’ve decided to keep as much distance as possible.

  After we eat breakfast on the balcony, I choose to make my way back into the bedroom. It’s where I’m most comfortable, where I find my solace. I shower and straighten up the room for the day, then walk over to the end of the bed and sink down to the carpet.

  Bowing my head, I place my palms on my bare thighs and I stare at a spot a few inches in front of my knees. Slowly, my eyes close and I breathe. In and out. I let the oxygen fill my lungs completely before I release it. Over and over I repeat the motion. I don’t know how long I stay like this, hours probably. Long enough for Sergei to come looking for me.

  “Are you under stress? Feeling pressured?” he asks.

  My entire body jumps in surprise. I was so lost in my breathing, so zoned out that I didn’t even realize he’d walked into the room. Lifting my gaze, I look up at him. He looks concerned but when I search deeper inside of him I grin. He’s not as concerned as he is turned on.

  I like that I can do this for him, that I can turn him on. That I can be what he needs, what he desires. It makes me feel, important. Even strong.

  “I am okay. I just needed to breathe.” I shrug, my lips tipping in a small coy smile. I’m not sure if the move works, as his brow lifts and he shakes his head a few times as if he cannot believe me.

  “I miss the cage you had beneath the bed,” he mutters as he closes the distance between us. I stare at his shiny shoes, watching them move, mesmerized by how perfect they are. “You were so sweet all balled up on that little pillow, waiting for your master.” He sighs once he’s directly in front of me.

  Tilting my head back, I look up at him. He’s smiling down at me, looking like… as if… he looks at me with what I can only describe as adoration. My chest fills with pride, it aches it’s so full, and I’ve never felt this way before, not ever in my life.

  “You will be okay, Raisa,” he repeats. I nod. Still unbelieving of his words. “Come to bed,” he mutters.

  I crawl behind him, not wishing to walk, my legs feeling too shaky at the moment. He helps me into bed and I think he’s going to try to fuck me, to have a session but he doesn’t. I watch as he takes a small chain and loops it through the eye anchor at the headboard of the bed, then hook
s each end to each one of my wrists. He repeats the motion with my ankles. I’m tied up in a straight line, laying on my side, and I lay my head down on the pillow with a sigh.

  “Tomorrow we’ll have a long session, all day long. I leave in the evening, but you will be mine during the day,” he rasps, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “Rest, krasotka.”

  My eyes close immediately, my mind filled with what delicious things he will do to me tomorrow. What type of pain he will inflict. A shiver runs up my spine at the thought of him using a whip, something he hasn’t done yet.

  My teeth sink into the bottom of my lip as I imagine him filling my ass and my pussy with toys again, clamping my nipples, and forcing me to orgasm until I feel like I’m going to die.

  I can’t wait.

  ZAKHAR

  The fucker. He thinks he has me by the balls. He thinks his man will kill me, and that it will be the end of it all. Refocusing the telescope, I look at the figure lying next to Sergei.

  My slut.

  Mine.

  My whore.

  My slave.

  Sergei thinks by calling a Torpedo and my grandfather, that he’s one-upped me. He hasn’t. Not in the slightest. I know his move before he makes it, the old fuck. I know that he leaves tomorrow night and when he does I’m taking my property back.

  Unbuckling my pants, I shove them down, my hand wrapping around my hard cock immediately. I’m going to punish her for being taken, for allowing it. I’m going to make her scream, bleed. I’m going to make her ugly and disgusting. He’ll never want her again, and I’ll toss her to my dogs for her disobedience.

  Stroking my dick, I think about all of the ways I’m going to make her pay, make him pay. I’m going to record every fucking minute of it too. It’s going to be a sight to see, so fucking beautiful, the way I disfigure her and make him watch it all, piece by piece.

  I stroke faster, harder, until I finally come, spilling my release all over the floor of the apartment I’ve broken into. I chuckle, thinking about the poor bastard that’s going to have to clean up my shit. Packing the telescope away, I leave. My mind reeling with the excitement of what’s to come tomorrow evening. He’ll never even know.

  The fucker.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  SERGEI

  Waking Raisa up early, I instruct her to clean herself quickly and prepare for the day. Making my way into the kitchen, I gather breakfast for us. Panya is already in the kitchen when I arrive, she eyes me up and down with a grin as I gather everything to take back to my room.

  “Do not bother us today, yeah?” I mumble.

  She snorts out a small laugh. “I wouldn’t imagine that I would want to,” she winks.

  I shake my head as I leave her. Once I make my way back into the bedroom, I close and lock the door behind me. Raisa is already finished in the bathroom. She’s on her knees at the foot of the bed, waiting, and my cock immediately responds.

  Reaching with my free hand, I squeeze my already hard cock as I stare down at her pert breasts. Her nipples are hard, they were that way when she woke up this morning, and I imagine being tied up all night has something to do with that. Her cunt is probably damp too, which doesn’t help with my hardening dick at the moment.

  “Stand and lean over the footboard, spread your thighs,” I instruct her. Without a word, without even looking up at me she does exactly as I’ve instructed.

  Setting the food down on the nightstand for later, I open the drawer to extract a few toys. I have her clamps, a butterfly wireless vibrator, and a vibrating butt plug. I put those within arm’s reach on the bed, then I take out the studded flogger that I ordered a few days ago. This will assuredly add the sting that Raisa, my little pain slut, desires.

  Strapping on the wireless clitoral butterfly vibrator, I switch it on to test it out. She lets out a long moan and jerks her hips, which shows me that it’s exactly where it needs to be. Switching it off, I silently lube the large butt plug and slowly slip it deep into her ass. Raisa moans, shifting her hips and I watch her thighs shake.

  Deciding to forego the nipple clamps, I switch on both the butt and clitoral devices as I take the flogger in my hand. “Stay still, or I won’t hurt you,” I warn.

  “Yes, Sergei,” she breathes.

  She sounds halfway to euphoria right now, and I can’t fucking wait until she falls over the edge. Lifting my arm back, I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath before I let it out. With my exhale, my arm comes down, and the flogger lands on her gorgeous creamy ass.

  I watch as her ass blooms pink with just one blow. My cock hardens even more, begging for release as I continue to lift my arm and bring the flogger down against her ass and her upper thighs. It’s gorgeous, the way she turns pink, the way her skin breaks out in goosebumps and the way she moans and jerks as the vibrators send millions of sensations throughout her entire body.

  “I’m so close,” she cries out as the flogger lands on her thigh.

  I grunt, sweat trickling down my neck. “Not yet, wait,” I grind out. I lift my arm again and bring it down, the twentieth blow of the session.

  “Please, please, please,” she chants as her hips move, rolling, searching, begging for release.

  I quickly undress, deciding that I need to be inside of her when she comes. I can tell that it’s going to be huge, and I want that dripping wet pussy to soak me when she explodes. Walking up behind her, I press my cock against her tight center. I can feel the vibrators at work and I groan as I fill her cunt.

  Slipping my hand up her spine, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her up, lifting her torso off of the bed. Releasing the flogger, I cup her tits in my palms and I pinch both of her nipples, simultaneously tugging on them.

  “Sergei,” she whimpers.

  “Fuck me, Raisa. Come all over me, show me how badly you need your release and fuck my cock.”

  I don’t have to tell her twice, her hips begin to move, almost violently and I keep my fingers on her nipples as she fucks me. Bracing my legs wide, I close my eyes and enjoy the way she feels, her sweet velvety cunt wrapped around me, her complete fucking submission to me, and just her.

  There’s no fighting it anymore. She’s something to me. Something special. She’s not just mine, not just my slave. She’s more. She’s made her way inside of me, into my heart, and I can’t imagine this life without her now.

  I’m fucking falling for her.

  Her entire body begins to shake, almost violently as she comes. Her pussy feels like a vise and I let out a grunt. Releasing her tits, I guide her back to bend over the footboard. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I use her pussy to jack my cock. I don’t move my hips, I don’t thrust, I use her to do all of the work. Just another way to show her how much I fucking own her.

  Though she doesn’t know it, she probably never will either—she owns me too.

  RAISA

  Sergei gathers me in his arms, carrying me to the bed and holds me against his chest. His fingers dance up and down my spine as he catches his breath. Our session has lasted for hours. I’ve had three times the number of orgasms as he has. Our bodies are covered in sweat and every nerve ending is sensitive and almost painful to the touch.

  “I leave in a few hours, krasotka,” he rasps.

  I nod against his chest, my body too exhausted and mind too emotional to speak. He hums, continuing to touch me. It’s the most peaceful serene moment we’ve ever shared, and I don’t want it to end. My eyelids are heavy. I try to fight them closing, but I fail.

  Sergei touches his lips to the top of my head and I let out a sigh. “Sleep, Raisa. I will not be gone too long, krasotka.”

  When I wake, he’s gone. His scent still lingers but I know as soon as I wash the sweaty soiled sheets, it will disappear. Sitting up, I let the sheets fall from my chest as I look around the empty room. I feel anxious about Sergei being gone.

  There will be no eating from his fingers. There will be no waiting for him to walk in every night, and sometimes bursting t
hrough the door in the middle of the day because he just wanted me in that moment.

  It’s silly, but I feel almost—empty. As if a part of me is gone. Letting out an exhale, I stand and walk to the bathroom. Glancing at myself in the mirror I tilt my head to the side. The chrome collar is in place and looks good against my pale skin, the cuffs the same.

  Those aren’t what have me staring at myself in surprise. Really looking at myself, I can’t believe that the girl staring back at me is the same one from a couple weeks ago. When Sergei brought me to his country home, he had me wash up. I didn’t want to look at myself, but when I finally did, I cringed. I looked dirty, skinny, and sickly.

  Now, my face is fuller, my body much of the same. I have real curves, where before I didn’t have anything. I am not the same person, I am changed. He has changed me, his care has changed me. Not only my physical appearance but my insides as well. I have a reason to live again, to truly live and hope and want for things in the future.

  I’m no longer surviving each day. I am living, I am happily living for him, and with him. Starting the shower, I quickly bathe. Once my body and teeth are clean, I decide to go in search of some of my new clothes.

  When I make my way to the closet, I reach for his black robe, but at the last second, decide to leave it there. Taking an oversized shirt, I slip it on and cringe as the fabric feels scratchy against my skin. Reaching for a pair of panties in the dresser, I tug them on, glad that the cotton is extremely soft as I slide it up my legs.

  I open another drawer and quickly pull on a pair of shorts. They’re cotton as well, but not as soft as the panties. They’re itchy like the shirt. I wish I could just be naked, except I think that Sergei wants me to actually dress in clothes, so for him, I will try.