Kathleen was different. There was an air of elegance and class about her, and she was an independent, self-made woman. She had confidence and seemed to command respect when she walked into a room. Hell, the woman had to have a set of balls to walk down that alley and ask for a sit down with the head of their Bratva sect; that was for damn sure. Yafon could see why his boss was intrigued with the woman he had dubbed his Ptichka. She would do well to have no social life outside of his boss. Yafon knew that doing so would mean the death of an innocent victim. In his boss’s eyes, any other man that tried to get close to Kathleen was flirting with death. Once they knew she belonged to him, they would go from innocent victim to guilty target.
Kathleen
I eyed my timid employee and tried to push away thoughts of kicking her out of my house. I chose to work from home today, and she sat on the other side of my desk telling me how sorry she for drawing me into a mobster’s world. Part of me felt guilty about how much I was struggling to get past the stunt she’d pulled. To be honest, though, I grew up with addiction, and I’d already had my fill off it. I made a personal decision to never let people into my life who were going to bring that kind of baggage with them. If I had known about her gambling problem, I never would have hired her. None of this had come to light until the day I was blindsided with the debt she owed Glazov. On the outside, she looked like many addicts who have learned to hide their addictions—perfect. She had the perfect husband, kids, and home life. As knowledgeable as I was on the subject, I never saw any signs of her addiction until she dropped the bomb on me. It would have been much easier to leave her to her mistakes if I wasn’t emotionally attached, but now I was. I just couldn’t leave her at a gangster’s mercy, not that he had any.
“It amazes me, Robin, how you can boldly go into an underground poker game and borrow money from a known killer, yet you sit here in my office like a scared child awaiting correction. I swear, if I find out that you’re gambling again, you won’t have to worry about Alexander Glazov because I’ll kill you myself!”
Robin scurried away, making some excuse about needing to get home early. I knew she just didn’t want to tempt fate and was trying to get away from me. She, of all people, knew how serious a businesswoman I was, and she needed her job. Pissing me off further was not a smart thing to do right now.
I pushed myself away from my desk and decided it was time for a hot bath and a glass of Merlot. I made my way into the bathroom and peeled out of the jeans and t-shirt I had worn for the day.
I eyed myself critically in the mirror and ran my hands over the light bruises Glazov left on my breasts and inner thighs. I could feel the moisture begin to gather at my core, and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I knew the sex with Glazov was better than any I’d ever experienced before.
There had only been two serious boyfriends in my life, and neither of them knew a woman’s body like Glazov. Though he was rough at times, he could also be slow and methodically tender. It was as if he knew when to be hard and when to be soft, and the combination of the two had left me begging him for mercy.
I shook off the memories of the night before and grabbed my robe. After throwing it over my shoulders, I headed for the kitchen. A hot bath and a glass of wine would wash away the stress of the day and get me relaxed for a good night’s sleep.
I spent the rest of the evening unwinding before I climbed into bed. There was nothing I could do about my situation tonight. Tomorrow was a new day and would bring new possibilities. I’d sleep on things and see if any new opportunities to escape my blackmailer were miraculously revealed to me in the morning.
I also planned on spending some time researching Glazov’s lineage. Maybe if I could get some Intel on his father, I would understand the psyche of a man who’d been born into the Russian mafia. I did know enough to realize Bratva was as much a part of him as his DNA. I knew from what I already studied that these men groomed their sons from birth to take over the business. They raised their sons knowing they would someday pass down the legacy of Bratva to them. They were meticulous, driven, and calculating in their sons’ training. I just needed to know more about Glazov’s father in particular. Even if I had to sneak into his office and download documents, I was going to find out what I wanted to know. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to get Intel. I might not be trained like a member of his Bratva sect, but I was trained in the art of survival. I was also curious, and I’m the type of person that, once my curiosity is piqued, I’ll stop at nothing until I find out what I want to know. Right now, I wanted to know what made Alexander Glazov tick. I just hoped the knowledge wouldn’t be my undoing.
Glazov
My cock stiffened as I thought of my little Ptichka sleeping in her bed. I had spent my nights moving from woman to woman for years, always able to let go and move on to the next conquest with ease. This was the first time I could remember not being able to get a woman out of my head.
She plagued my thoughts to the point where I found myself sitting outside her home. I had a compulsive need to make sure the keys Yafon made for me would work. I pushed away the sudden anger that welled in my chest when I thought about the possibility of her having someone else in her bed. She damn sure better have enough sense not to be fucking anyone else. I resolved to make sure she was clear just how serious I was on the matter. She wasn’t accustomed to being around a man of my nature. I would show her mercy until she understood how underestimating me would be a grave mistake. If it were anyone else, I would just allow them to make their choices and then kill them if they chose poorly, but I didn’t want to have to kill her. I didn’t want to lose her.
I wanted to see if she had bruises. I was intentionally rough enough to mark her during our lovemaking sessions. She was mine now; she just didn’t know it yet. I grabbed the bag I packed to leave at her house and then directed Yafon to go home. I was not only marking her, I was also marking my territory by leaving some of my belongings in her home. Every time she opened her closet and saw pieces of my clothing, it would remind her of me. Taking her was as much a mental feat for me as it was physical. Much thought went into the things I subjected her to; everything I did had meaning when it concerned my Ptichka. I stood by her bedside to watch her sleep for a moment before I quietly made my way into the bathroom to see if she kept candles there.
Bingo, as the Americans say.
Next, I grabbed a couple of ice cubes from the freezer and put them in a glass. I lit the candle, set the ice down, and continued to watch the rise and fall of her chest as I disrobed.
I stroked my cock as I looked at her pouty little lips and thought about what they would feel like wrapped around my shaft. I couldn’t make up my mind if I wanted to grab her by a handful of her hair and force her mouth down on my cock, or if I wanted to spread her legs and run my tongue up and down her sweet, little, pink flower.
The fact that she slept nude made the decision easy, and I positioned myself between her legs to lap at her core. Her hips moved in sync even though she wasn’t fully awake yet. I lifted up my head and called for her. “Ptichka, my little bird, I’m always watching you, Ptichka.”
Her eyes shot open in fear, and I felt my cock jump. I tilted my head to the side and eyed her in the dimly lit room. “You better be glad you are here alone.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Tsk, tsk, you just don’t get it, do you?” I crawled up and straddled my large body over hers, pinning her arms down with my knees. “You’re property now—my property.”
I leaned over and grabbed the candle I had left burning on the nightstand. “I wouldn’t jump around if I were you; this wax is very hot.” I smirked to let her know I was being a smart ass. She was clueless to the intricacies of wax play, and I was anxious to educate her.
Her voice came out in a threatening manner, which amused me greatly.
“Don’t. Hurt. Me!”
I ran my tongue back and forth over the corner of my mouth while I studied her. “I don’t think yo
u are in a position to tell me what I can and cannot do.” I tipped the candle over just enough to drip two wax drops onto one of her breasts. My cock twitched when she sucked in air through her teeth in response to the heat. Everything about this woman turned me on; she was a fighter just like me.
“How hot the wax is when it hits your delicate skin is determined by me. Do you know that, Ptichka? If I hold it close…” She cried out as the hot wax hit her abdomen. I continued, “It’s very hot. If I hold it further away…” She jumped in anticipation, but I could see her relief when she felt that it didn’t burn.
I leaned over to set the candle down and got the cup of ice. I dipped my fingers in and began to sprinkle drops of water over various parts of her body. I watched as goose bumps rose and her nipples hardened to stiff points.
“Your body responds to me very well. Do you enjoy the things I do to you?”
“No,” she snarled.
My laughter rang through the night air, and she never expected what happened next as my expression went from amused to sinister.
“Don’t. Talk. To. Me. Like. That!” I grabbed her chin and squeezed until I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
I shook my head as I snarled at her. “Your tears do not move me to mercy. All they do is turn me on. You have no idea how sadistic I am, but you will learn. It would be wise of you to not anger me. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
She nodded her head as the tears continued to make slow trails down her cheeks. I reached down to wipe one away with the pad of my thumb and then placed it in my mouth to taste her fear. I never once broke eye contact with her.
“Touch me. Touch me like you touched me the other night, Glazov.” Her hands were gentle as she ran them over my cock. Everything about her intrigued me. I slapped her hand away to purposely confuse her. She needed to be kept on edge. I didn’t want her learning how to read me.
I started stroking my cock and sliding the head up and down her slit until she began to move her hips in time with my strokes. I would barely push my cock inside her and then pull it out to tease her. I watched for every little signal as she responded to what I was doing. Her legs had spread open a little bit more, her hips moved, her pupils were dilated, and her eyes began to beg, silently pleading for everything her pride kept her from saying.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, Ptichka!”
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. There was such earnestness about her. She radiated everything good and right—everything opposite of me.
I slid my cock up and down her slit and wiggled it in and out of her, making sure to rake it over her swollen clit every time I pulled out. “If you come without me granting permission, I’m going to be very displeased.” I shook my head for emphasis. “And you won’t like me displeased.”
“You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”
“I might do that just to purposely get you in trouble.”
“Glazov, please stop toying with me.”
“That’s never going to happen. You’re just too much fun to play with. While we’re on the subject of sex, you need to be ready for my driver at ten tomorrow morning. There will be a doctor at my home to test us for any STDs. When I fuck you, I want to feel every crevice and fold. The thought of that tight little pussy of yours contracting around my cock and milking me is making me crazy. I’m done talking, Ptichka. I want to taste you.”
I folded her legs back and placed my hands underneath the cheeks of her ass. I raised her up to my face as if she were a delicacy I was going to treat myself to and, in my mind, she was. She tasted delectable. I flattened my tongue and ran it over her opening in long, slow, agonizing licks. I looked up at her through hooded eyes when she groaned to see she had clenched her fists around the sheets. Once again, I brought her right to the edge and stopped.
I waited for her body to calm down and then started all over again, increasing her hunger for me.
Tears now poured down her cheeks as she begged me to let her come, but I wasn’t done. I pushed two fingers into her opening and alternated opening them like scissors and gently rubbing over her g-spot.
She screamed out, “I’ll do whatever you want!”
Bingo—the magic words. I’ll let her come now...
Kathleen
He was making me crazy, constantly bringing me to the verge of climax and then stopping. Why was he doing this to me? Was torturing me with pleasure some sort of sensual sadism?
When he first started teasing me, all my emotional walls and barriers were firmly in place. I was a lady who kept a tight rein on everything I did, and that included in the bedroom. By the time Glazov was through with me, I was a writhing, begging, moaning, feral slut. I would have gone out and barked at the moon if he told me I had to do so to be able to come.
I finally screamed out the one thing I knew he wanted to hear, which happened to be the one thing I didn’t want to say: “I’ll do whatever you want!”
He had me wound up so tight, I felt as if I exploded from the inside out when I finally did come. I lied beneath him, feeling drugged, while he pushed into me and manipulated his hips in a manner that pulled two more raging orgasms from my sated body. I don’t remember falling asleep, and I don’t remember him leaving. What I do remember is having the best night’s sleep I’d had in years.
Kathleen
I woke up the next morning to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm and looked over to see a new phone. I already knew Glazov well enough to know it was probably bugged. I had no intentions of using it, even if I was glad that it woke me up. The testing appointment was something I wanted to keep.
I made my way to the kitchen to start coffee and went ahead and jumped in the shower while it percolated. Intrusive thoughts about the previous night flooded my mind as I washed my hair.
It was true that sex with Glazov was better than anything I’d ever experienced before, but there was no way I was going to let that fact deter me from getting away from him. Even though I would never do it, I wondered what he would do if I said, “Just kill her; I don’t care. I don’t want to be with you.”
How would Glazov react if he didn’t have control? I could always go to the police, but I didn’t have much faith they could protect me. There was no place I could run because distance wouldn’t protect me either. He had worldwide connections. It always came back to one thing: I needed to try to logically reason with him. That was how I handled issues in the past, and that was how I would handle this issue.
Glazov
I watched as she entered my home wearing jeans, a t-shirt, no make-up, and carrying a phone in her hand that wasn’t the one I left at her house. She’d just walked in and already I was pissed.
If I had given that phone to any of my other women, they would have been elated. This wasn’t a matter of my ego, though. I was well aware of the fact that women wanted me for my money and prestige. They used me the same way I used them.
In my world, being with a Boss was a big deal, so they did what I wanted, when I wanted it. The women I’d been with in the past did whatever I wanted because of who I am, but this woman was different. I had to admit there was a part of me that liked her defiance, but it didn’t matter how much her resistance turned me on. I was all about control, and I would never relinquish that control.
“We’ll discuss the phone when the doctor leaves.”
She sat down and ignored me. I could tell she was more concerned about dealing with the doctor than me. I intentionally requested a female doctor to come in for the testing. The thought of any other man spreading open my Ptichka’s legs infuriated me.
I clenched my fists at the thought of another man touching her. I would definitely be informing her today that if I caught her with another man, I would kill him. It was as simple as that.
She hadn’t mentioned anything yet about the clothes I left at her house. I had purposely left the clothing and then called Yafon to come pick me up the night before to confuse her. She wasn’t
reacting the way I anticipated she would. Getting into her head was proving to be a challenge, and it was one that only spurred me on to persist in cracking the puzzle that was my little Ptichka.
Every other woman I’d ever been around had been simple to figure out. This one was a complete contradiction. She was a good girl and an independent woman, yet her body cried out to me. She wanted to escape me, yet she wanted me. It was so fucking intriguing.
Kathleen
I was so relieved to see the doctor Glazov brought in was female. I wasn’t here today because he mandated it; I was here because I wanted to be here. I had no intentions of having sex with anybody else. Hell, the only reason I’d had it with him was because he was blackmailing me. I sure as hell hadn’t planned on enjoying our little fuck sessions.
The doctor drew our blood and then asked Glazov to leave while she did a pap smear. She was all business, and I was too. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
When she was finished, I immediately got up to leave when Glazov’s voice cut through the air and stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Some of us have legitimate jobs, Glazov.”
He grabbed my wrist, pulled me into his office, and tossed me into a chair. I grabbed the arms of the seat and bit my tongue to keep from mouthing off.
I tried to lighten the mood by asking for coffee. I didn’t want him to be mad when I tried to reason with him about our situation.
He called someone to get coffee for me and tea for himself. I watched as he sat behind his desk, and I immediately hated that he had the advantage of being on his home turf. He looked quite at home behind his desk, where I’m sure he ruled his reign of terror.
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