by Bonny Capps
My mouth forms into an O as he assaults me with his talented tongue. My back arches as the unknown sensation creeps up on me. I have nothing else to grab, so my hands tangle in his dark hair as rivulets of water travel between my breasts and on to my stomach before landing on his tongue which laps at my sensitive nub viciously.
It’s almost as if time stops as the orgasm sends a wave of fire throughout my body. My thighs squeeze his face as the ripples of ecstasy continue to send me higher as my core tightens more and more. A ragged breath escapes me as I come undone. I try to push him away as the feeling becomes overwhelming, but he won’t stop.
“Please,” I breathe out.
Finally, he releases me, nearly sending me crumpling to the floor as he stands. He reaches over me and shuts off the water before lifting me. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me from the bathroom to the bedroom. Once he sets me down, he immediately whips me around and shoves my face into the mattress.
He shoves into me with his length, leaving me dizzy as I grasp the soft sheets in my hands. His fingers dig into my hips as he once again sends me higher, this time from the full sensation that he gives me.
He’s quick as he finds his release, and I panic when I think he’s going to finish inside of me, but he quickly pulls out – spraying the warmth across my back as he growls. Leaving me halfway on the bed, I watch him as he approaches the wardrobe on the far side of the room.
“Go clean yourself off,” he barks as he pulls his boxers over his hips. “Then come see what I got you.”
I lift myself up with shaking arms before walking back to the bathroom. I use tissue to remove his come from my lower back before I peek out into the room. He’s leaning against the wall as he eyes me.
“Come here,” he murmurs, and his hooded eyes watch as I approach him.
He pushes off of the wall and smiles deviously as he places a white box on the chair next to him. “Open it. It’s a gift.”
I swallow hard as I approach the box before lifting the lid. I peer inside and see a pair of black stilettos sitting on top of a deep red cashmere dress. I pick up one of the shoes and my lips actually curl up slightly. I’m an athlete, and I’ve only worn heels on very few occasions. Where I can be graceful on the ice, I’m the opposite in a pair of heels. He wants me to wear this fancy stuff, and I want to laugh.
“Do you like them?” he asks, his voice gravelly, and my eyes travel to his own attire.
He’s wearing a black leather jacket with a simple shirt beneath, along with some jeans and boots. He can wear streetwear, but I’m to wear something that looks as if I’m to attend an extravagant event. This entire thing is bizarre.
I force a smile and nod. “I love them. Thank you.”
He returns the smile as he nods to the box. “Go on and put them on. I’m not done giving you your gifts, little mouse.”
My smile drops into a frown as my shaky hands reach for the dress. Upon pulling it over my hips, I realize that it fits like a glove. Dimitri steps behind me and zips the back of the dress before kneeling down and slipping my feet into each of the stilettos.
My legs wobble as I attempt to stand upright. He smiles as he places his hands on my shoulders. He almost stands a foot taller than me, even in these God awful heels. He plants a soft kiss on my neck and it makes me want to fall apart. He isn’t a gentle man, so his sensual side is confusing at best. I want so badly to find comfort somewhere, and when he touches me this way, I want it to be him. I know that can never be, though, after everything that he’s done. Comfort would be having a choice, not being raped and then showered with gifts. If anything, gifting me these items helps ease his conscience, not mine. As do the tender touches. He’s conditioning me.
He steps toward the accent table and retrieves a smaller box. Stepping in front of me, he opens it slowly, exposing my eyes to the many twinkling diamonds which lie inside. My gaze travels over the precious stones before my eyes find his. He smiles smugly as he walks around me.
I lift my hair as he slides the extraordinary necklace around my neck. The necklace is heavy, almost dipping between my breasts as he secures it at the nape of my neck.
“This necklace is worth almost two million dollars in the United States. I paid many rubles for this piece, and I will continue to buy only the very best for you, Sofia. If you continue to please me.”
He walks over to the table and my eyes land on two more boxes. “I will leave you alone so you can prepare for our family breakfast. Make it quick. It starts shortly.”
He turns and swiftly leaves the room. I walk to the table and open the boxes. One is full of high-end makeup and the other with extravagant hair pins, perfumes and toiletries. I can’t understand what any of the items are, other than the obvious ones of course.
I carry the boxes to the bathroom and begin preparing myself for the family breakfast.
Dimitri returns just as I’m putting the last bobby pin in my hair, securing the chignon at the side of my head. My long bangs scoop down nearly hiding my left eye as Dimitri’s reflection appears behind mine.
“You look stunning,” he rasps as he approaches me and buries his face in my neck. “If I could have you right now, I would. Speaking of, you have an appointment this afternoon.”
I frown. “Appointment?”
“Yes,” he responds. “With your vrach.”
I tilt my head, surprised that this is one of the few Russian words that I actually know. Then again, my own mother was a doctor.
“Doctor?”
He nips at my neck as his cognac eyes travel to mine in the reflection. “Yes. I do not wish to impregnate you—at least not yet.”
My eyes grow wide causing him to laugh. “I would like to be as intimate as possible with you, and I can’t do that when I can’t come inside of your cunt.”
The way he says the word causes me to noticeably cringe. He narrows his eyes at me before grasping my jaw and yanking my head back.
“That is no way to react, little mouse. You need to beware how you cross me. I will not hesitate to strike.”
I suck in a breath as he abruptly releases me before grasping my arm.
He drags me down the hallway, and I try with all my might to stay on my feet.
Stopping right at the door of the breakfast area, I look down at Sofia. She is the perfect little showpiece in the dress that I bought her. Her breasts are nearly pouring from the fabric with each breath that she takes. Her lips are red and her brown eyes are sad.
I run my fingers over the many diamonds surrounding her neck. Her eyes flutter as a sigh escapes her lips.
“Are you ready to meet my family, little mouse?”
She exhales shakily as her glimmering eyes find mine. “You’ll keep me safe?” she whispers.
Smiling, I place a hand over her cheek causing her to flinch slightly. “Nobody is to hurt you, Sofia. No one but me.”
Sofia blinks several times before her eyes snap back to the double doors.
Placing my arm around her waist, I push the door open.
The commotion drowns out as wide eyes travel from Sofia to me. I smile smugly as we enter the room. “Brat’ya, Sofia will be joining us from here on out.”
I pull out a chair for Sofia and she sits clumsily. She can’t peel her eyes away from the dangerous men who surround her. They take her in with starving eyes, and she knows it.
I take my seat at the head of the table. Sofia sits beside me, right across from Vadim’s soon to be occupied chair.
Reaching under the table, I grasp Sofia’s leg tightly causing her to startle.
“I’m sure you are starving,” I murmur as her eyes find me. She nods slowly before her gaze drops to her empty plate.
I smirk when I look towards Vlad’s stone cold face. His eyes are locked on Sofia as he squeezes the fork in his large hand.
The door opens abruptly and Vadim saunters in. His eyes are on the floor as he hastily makes his way to his seat before plopping down.
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bsp; “Cousin,” I say sardonically. “So nice of you to join us. You had a rough night, yeah?”
He glares at me and I watch his gaze soften when his eyes land on Sofia before snapping back to mine as he shakes his head in disapproval. “I’ll be alright.”
The wait staff comes out and hands us each a menu. Sofia’s eyes scan over the words. She can’t understand them of course, because her idiot mother never taught her our native tongue.
I place my hand over hers and her eyes flit to mine. “I’ll order for you.”
She nods before placing the menu on top of her empty place.
“Brat’ya,” I say, steepling my fingers as I look toward each of my men. “Sofia will be staying with us for some time. I’d like for each of us to help her learn her Russian roots. Starting with language, culture, and cuisine.”
Vadim scoffs, “We all have jobs other than catering to your shlyukha.”
A self-satisfied smile spreads across my face. “That is no way to treat our guest, Vadim.”
His eyes blaze as his jaw tenses. “Judging by the bruises all over her, I suppose that you are a shining example of how we are to treat our guest?”
My lips twitch into a smile as his eyes bore into mine. “What occurs between Sofia and I behind closed doors is nobody else’s concern.”
I grasp her small hand in mine and run a thumb over her knuckles. “Vadim, I would like if you would be her tutor. Teach her the language and the culture of Russia.”
He laughs. “Find somebody else. I have no time for it.”
“What would papa say, Vadim? I’m sure he would agree that we make her feel at home and teach her the ways of our country. Don’t you?”
He shifts in his chair as he diverts his eyes.
“Great,” I say as a member of the staff steps next to me with a pen and pad.
“Sirniki dlya menya, i blini dlya ledi,” I say as the woman scratches the order onto the pad before moving onto Vadim who waves her away.
I look toward Sofia. “I ordered you blini, it’s like a crepe. You do know what a crepe is?”
She nods, her eyes never leaving her plate.
I turn my attention back to Vadim. “I would like to begin assisting with the production of the videos. I’ve been wanting to do it for some time, but I could never find the motivation.” I pause as I look toward Sofia momentarily. “Now, I am very motivated. During that time, you can begin Sofia’s lessons. She is of Russian descent, so there is no reason for her not to understand our way of life.”
“Your father appointed me to this position for a reason, Dimitri. You do not give me orders.”
My fingers tighten around Sofia’s hand causing her to squirm uncomfortably in her chair.
The others around the table had gone on to converse amongst each other, but stop as they await my response to Vadim’s bold statement.
I glower at him. “Do not forget your place, Vadim. I am the next Pakhan, therefore you are to take orders from me.” I pause as I look toward Sofia with a slight smile. “You will begin working with Sofia this evening.”
My eyes snap to his as he balls his fists in front of him. His knuckles turn white as his face screws up. He’d be smart to shut his fucking mouth.
The food arrives and I release Sofia’s hand as I look toward each of my men. “Let’s eat. We’ve got work to do.”
Vadim glares at me momentarily before his chair scrapes against the floor. He leaves the room hurriedly and I smile.
He needs to learn his place.
It has been a busy day. After breakfast, a woman came into Dimitri’s room pushing a rack of clothes with her. She mixed and matched blouses with skirts and pants, showing me the current fashion trends in Russia. She left the clothes here, and I assume that they’re now mine to wear as I please.
If Dimitri weren’t watching my every move, I would have grabbed her shoulders and shook her. I would have pleaded for her to help me.
I tried to tell her with my eyes alone, but she only smiled at me.
I was happy to change out of the dress that Dimitri had me wear and into some warm, fleece leggings. They’re still stylish, and I matched them with a long crocheted sweater and ankle boots.
After the stylist left, the vrach came to me and gave me a shot for birth control. That’s all she did. She didn’t say a word. She simply stuck me in the arm and left.
I spent the rest of my day walking aimlessly through this massive mansion, discovering different rooms. One is full of taxidermy. I went to each of the poor animals, and as I looked into their marble eyes, I felt for them. Just like me, they’re a showpiece … a prize. They were killed to be put on display, just like Dimitri is slowly killing me inside—only to dress me up like a doll and use me when he wants to.
Now, I’m waiting in the library as instructed. I stare out the window as my long hair hangs around my shoulders. I see a frozen lake outside and want more than anything to have the skates that my mother bought me. I would close my eyes and glide. I’d forget that the world that surrounds me exists. Maybe, just maybe, the ice would crack open and suck me under. That would be the most blissful escape.
I hear a voice clearing and turn to see Vadim with his hands tucked in his pockets. I’m so angry with this man, but what can I do? What can I possibly say that would encompass how torn apart I am inside because of what he did? I can’t. I tried fighting before and it didn’t do any good. So, I force a smile. I actually smile at the man who killed Uncle Artur and took me—the man that fed me a bite of stale bread every day and sprayed me like I was a stray dog.
He frowns as he walks across the library and takes a seat on one of the leather armchairs. My eyes travel back to the window as we sit in silence.
Finally, after several minutes, he speaks. “Privet, menya zovut Vadim.”
My eyes travel to him. His fingers run along the arm of the chair as he stares down at his lap.
“I’m sorry?” I rasp, turning my body slightly so that I can face him.
I watch his lips curl up slightly as he repeats himself. “Privet, menya zovut Vadim … it means, ‘Hello, my name is Vadim.’ Now you try.”
I twist my fingers in my lap as I shift uncomfortably on the chair by the window. “Privet … menya zovut Sofia.”
His eyes drift to mine. “Kak dela?”
Blinking several times, my eyes travel up to the cathedral ceiling. I know what he said, and I know how I’ll respond. He said, "How are you?" and I respond honestly.
“Grustnyy,” I breathe out, allowing a tear to seep from my eye before quickly wiping it away.
Sad. Yes, that’s an understatement. I’m many things. Lost, broken, afraid, angry …
I hear him sigh and my eyes find his before my gaze drops to my lap. “May I ask you a question?” I murmur.
“You may, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll answer,” he responds.
Crossing my legs Indian style, I rest my hands on my knees. “How old is Dimitri?”
“He is twenty,” he replies, not missing a beat.
My eyes wander to his. “And you’re his cousin?”
He nods slowly. “I am.”
“Is he your boss?”
He scoffs as he entwines his fingers in his lap. “Not yet.”
“Who is?”
He shakes his head. “My uncle. Dimitri’s father.”
“What is this place?” I implore.
Vadim runs a large hand over his scruffy face. “You said a question, not many questions.”
I divert my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“But if you must know,” he continues. “This is our family’s dacha. It’s also where we do business.”
“One more question?”
He nods irritably.
“What is your business?”
He laughs. “I’m afraid that would require multiple answers, and I only promised one more.”
My eyes snap to his. “Can you blame me for wanting to know?”
He shakes his head, avoiding my gaze.
“No, I cannot. However, that will all come with time. Now, I have some questions for you.” He pauses as he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “Who are your parents?”
My lips part momentarily, but snap shut. Why does he want to know anything about me? It isn’t as though he could hurt them. They’re both long gone.
“David and Lidiya Dmitriev. They were my parents. They’re both dead.”
“Is that right?” he murmurs, and I nod. “How old are you, Sofia?”
I blink several times before answering. “I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in a few weeks.”
I look up at his thoughtful expression as he stares off into the distance. “You really have no idea who you are, do you?”
It seems as if his question was to remain unspoken as he seemingly shakes the thought away. “Let’s continue.”
I sink back into the chair as I watch him carefully. Who does he think I am? Surely he knows nothing about me or my parents … or does he?
I smile as I watch Vlad and Andrei wheel in the contraption that I’ve been working on for some time.
Vadim appears beside me as they begin strapping the girl down to the chair.
“What in the hell is that?” he asks as they secure her arms to each of the arm rests before moving on to her ankles.
I smirk. “Do you like it? I’ve been working on it for weeks.”
His eyebrows sit high on his forehead as Andrei plugs in the electrical cord. A bag is over the girl’s head and she begins moaning. I nod for Vlad to shoot her with the adrenaline as the 8MM clicks on.
“Dimitri,” Vadim warns.
I hold my hand up to silence him. “What is the point of making these films if they are not screaming? If they are mostly dead already? What is the point? Our clients pay many rubles to see bloodshed, why not give them more? Why not paint the walls in red?”
I pause as I turn to face him. “You wanted to be humane to an extent, and I simply do not wish to run things that way. I want to make them squirm. I want to see them beg. Our customers are no different.”