He stood up, and I couldn’t help but back away, feeling intimidated. Nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. He calmly led me to a table, bent me over, and strapped me down. My legs were spread wide, and I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in my chest and face.
I was almost standing on my toes and completely exposed. I was horrified at the thought of the stewardess or, worse yet, one of his male employees viewing me this way.
I began pleading with him. “Please, Glazov, I don’t want anyone to see me. I’ll do anything.”
He bent down next to the table and spoke to me facetiously. “Good, that means you’ll take your ass whipping with a good attitude.”
He stood and made me watch as he slowly removed his belt. I couldn’t help but notice the hard outline of his manhood straining against his tailored pants. He was sexually excited by my vulnerability. I wondered if he was more excited that I was bound and at his mercy than he was with having a full view of my sex.
He bent down behind me and began running his tongue up and down my exposed slit. “You taste so good, girl.” He sucked and kissed my clit with his full lips while he tongue fucked me until he brought me right to the edge of climaxing. At that point, he stopped and started to whip me with his thick, black, leather belt. He repeated this process over and over again—his tongue and then the belt. It was a veritable onslaught of pleasure and pain, purposely blurring the lines between the two.
I begged him to fuck me as my body reveled in the drugged like state of my endorphin high. As if complying with my pleas, he dropped his pants and laid his body over mine, fucking me from behind as he whispered in my ear.
“All the dopamine and endorphins being released into your system have got you on quite the high, little girl.” He twisted his fist in my hair and jerked my head back as he pounded in and out of me.
“When are you going to get it, Ptichka? I own you!”
He owned me for more reasons than just the money my assistant owed him. He owned me because he had made me his by introducing me to his deviant sexual practices. I would never be satisfied with another man now, but I’m sure that is exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to crave the things he did to me—things other men would probably find appalling. How could I ever go back to straight sex after experiencing Glazov?
Glazov
“You little bitch! You little bitch! You little bitch!” Like some mantra, I repeated the words over and over until, shockingly and without thinking, I said, “I hate you for making me love you!” I had done something I swore I would never allow myself to do. I had fallen in love.
I pulled my pants up from around my ankles and gently released her from the table. I wrapped her in a blanket and held her against me until we arrived home where I placed her in my bed.
I knew losing her would make me crazy. I had to find a way to tighten my death grip on her. Not having Ptichka in my life was simply not an option. I had lost too many people in my lifetime. While I held her on the airplane as she slept in my arms, I had made up my mind. I damn sure wasn’t going to lose her. I’d been tossing around some ideas in my head that would guarantee she wasn’t able to leave me. I would do whatever it took to keep my little Ptichka from flying away.
Kathleen
I woke up and headed straight for the shower. Conflicted feelings plagued me. They seemed to always be a part of my thought process now. Meeting Glazov had unleashed a side of me I never knew existed. For the life of me, I still could not figure out why Glazov’s rough treatment turned me on so much.
The warm water spraying over my body helped to ease my sore muscles. Now, I just needed to find out what happened to my assistant to ease my mind.
I got out, wrapped a robe around my body, and made my way back into Glasov’s bedroom.
I was shocked to find him seated in a chair by the bed, wearing nothing but drawstring pants. It was obvious he had cleaned up at some point after inducting me into the mile high club.
I stared at him, shocked, as he sat there and went through my phone as if it were normal behavior to do so. Hell, maybe it was for him.
“Ptichka, you look at me as keeping a heavy, protective hand on my property is a difficult concept for you to understand.”
“I’m not your property.”
“Maybe you have a point. I need more ownership over you. Perhaps taking on my last name would help burn my right of possession into your psyche.”
“I’m not marrying you, Glazov!”
“Hmm, you say that as if you have a choice.”
I looked up in disbelief to see men entering the room. They acted as if I were invisible as they carried in my possessions and started to unpack them.
“Excuse me!” I shrieked, “I can unpack my own lingerie.”
Glazov barked out something in Russian, and the men quickly scurried away.
“I guess you aren’t crazy about the idea of them seeing my undergarments either.” I rolled my eyes just to let him know I wasn’t some shrinking violet.
He tossed my phone onto the bed, apparently satisfied I hadn’t stored some lover’s number in it.
“Your little friend informed me that she asked you to call me. Now, see? She understands that crossing me is not a smart thing to do. She told me all I needed to know, and I’m certain she will continue to inform me of your whereabouts in the future. She has come to the very intelligent conclusion that it is in everyone’s best interest to not hide things from me.”
“Yes, Glazov, she is so smart that she borrowed money from a Russian thug! You seem to forget she works for me, not you. Firing her is always an option for me.”
He rose from the chair, and I immediately started apologizing.
“Too late,” he growled before he tossed me onto the bed, removed his pants, and straddled me. He pulled open my robe, and the look in his eyes as he raked them over my body was all consuming.
He reached into his pocket to retrieve something, and I didn’t realize what it was until I felt the sharp bite of a clamp on my nipple. My nipples are actually so small that he had to fasten them to the skin surrounding them. He began to tighten the clamps as he spoke.
“You live here now. You may not go out of town—ever—without my permission.”
He tugged at the chain connecting the two nipple clamps, and I yelped like a little puppy whose tail had been stepped on.
“That hurts!”
He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his hardened shaft.
“Tell me how badly it hurts, Ptichka. It makes my dick hard. You fight the pain, yet you’re sexually excited by it. You must feel so conflicted.”
He tugged at the chain a little harder, and once again, I cried out. I could feel his manhood jump under my fingers, and I knew my pain was turning him on.
I started to stroke him with more enthusiasm as I begged, “Please don’t hurt me, please.”
I purposely teased him, stroking and begging.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I gasped.
“You little cock tease!”
I lifted up my head and ran my tongue under the sensitive part of his manhood when he released my hair.
I tormented him, enjoying the control I held over him.
He viciously grabbed my hair again and pulled me off him.
“See, this is why I like you, Ptichka. You fight submission, yet you enjoy making me take you. Use wisdom, little one. You need to know just how far to push me. I am unlike any other man you have dealt with.” He cocked an eyebrow at me in challenge. “Be careful, little bird. Be very careful…”
His warnings did nothing but spur me on to use the control I held over him. I enjoyed toying with the man who held the power of life and death in his hands. Knowing he wasn’t a man given to forming emotional bonds with the women he fucked, yet he was addicted to what we had together, was a powerful aphrodisiac for me. We were connected, whether we wanted to be or not. Something inexplicable deep within us cried out to be united with the other. We fed eac
h other’s dark side and would continue to do so until we completely consumed one another.
Chapter Seven
Kathleen
“I swear you are crazy, girl. I’m sorry I ratted you out, but I thought he was going to kill me. I stayed tied up in that chair for an hour while his muscle gave me the third degree. Finally, I told him I had begged you to call him. That seemed to calm his violent streak, and by that point, I was just looking for any way to escape. He made me promise I would keep eyes on you and contact him if you tried to leave. The guy’s crazy. What the hell did you do to make him so obsessed with you?”
I ignored her question. I wasn’t about to fill her in on why Glazov was so fixated on me. Hell, I didn’t even fully understand, so how could I explain it to anyone else?
“Robin, you are the one who put me in this situation. Don’t try to act like you are the hero now. Just drop it already. I have been forced to move in with a Russian thug due to your gambling addiction. You just keep your ass in Gamblers Anonymous, and let me worry about my stalker, psycho, Russian thug boyfriend.”
I thought maybe the overplaying of words would give her the hint I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. She seemed to get it because she quit trying to backpedal her way out of the fact that she sold me out to save her own ass. I mean, really, what was I expecting? Allegiance from the very person who put me in this situation? The sooner I accepted I had no friends and was alone, the better off I would be. I suppose a part of me had expected some sort of loyalty after all I’d done for her. I was naïve in believing so. I couldn’t help but feel the sting of betrayal and had to force away thoughts of firing her. Regardless of the fact that she was a traitor, she was a good worker, and I needed her to handle my accounts. Finding good help was hard, and I would only be hurting myself in the long run if I fired her to prove a point. Though, she would still do well not to push me. I was already pissed off at her about the debt, and she only intensified my anger by running her mouth to Glazov. My patience was wearing thin with her.
I spent the rest of the day working and trying to forget that I’d be going to Glazov’s home tonight instead of my own. I knew it was too soon to take a chance on angering him again by disobeying. He would just show up at my house in the middle of the night and do God knows what. Whether I liked it or not, I would be sleeping at his place tonight.
Kathleen
I entered Glazov’s home to find him reclined on the antique sofa in the seating area of the master suite. A large tray of food sat on the extravagant coffee table in front of him.
He waved two fingers in the air, summoning me over to him. “You are hungry, little one.”
It was more a statement than a question.
“Great, a romantic dinner,” I mumbled.
My stomach rumbled, my body betraying me once again to this man who seemed to gain more control over me with each passing day.
I eyed the man seated next to me. Today, he donned a burgundy suit with a black and white striped button-up shirt. His cuffs were solid white, and he wore gold cufflinks. He had removed his jacket at some point, making his holstered gun visible; he always had a gun on him.
I found myself sneaking peeks at him, but I looked down each time he caught me. He set his fork down and made that clicking noise with his tongue against his teeth he always made when he gave me his full attention.
Oh shit.
“You know, I like you. Anyone else, I just kill them.”
“Charmed, I’m sure,” I muttered.
His eyes squinted into small slits. “I try to be nice to you, but you have no manners.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Glazov? You abducted me, you brute!”
“You little thief!” he hissed as he grabbed a handful of my hair. “You owe me one hundred thousand dollars.”
“It’s fifty thousand!” I screamed. “And I didn’t steal it! My dumb-ass, addicted employee did, and while we’re talking about addictions, it’s thugs like you who enable them!”
In one swift motion, he pushed the coffee table away, and I jumped, fearing the food would go flying.
He viciously pinned me down on the couch with his hand around my throat as he ripped open my skirt. My G-string was no match for his strength, and he easily tore it from my body.
“You liar,” he hissed as he plunged a finger into me. My legs fell open, and my body fell back across the arm of the couch. My back was arched as my head hung over the edge, my body laid out in offering to my enemy.
A look of triumph spread over his countenance as he continued speaking while he worked his magic. “You lie to yourself and to your employee, but you cannot lie to me, Ptichka. You crave me as much as I crave you. You want to throw out accusations and judgments about addiction, but you and I are as addicted to each other as your friend is to gambling. You can say whatever you like, but your body tells me all I need to know. Do you honestly think you could be satisfied with another man after all I’ve shown you? You enjoy aggression, you enjoy pain, and whether you like it or not, you enjoy me. You can run to the ends of the earth to get away from me, but your body will betray you even if you’re a continent away. You. Crave. Me.”
He removed his pants and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my soaked opening. He would barely enter me and then withdraw until I started pleading with him.
He stood and tore out of the rest of his clothing. He lifted up my hips to meet his hardness and then roughly plunged into me. “Don’t you dare fucking move, Ptichka!”
His hands held my hips up as he took me, and my body was on fire for him because of it. Who was I kidding? This man was so deeply embedded in my system that I would never be able to dislodge him.
Tears streamed down my face as every nerve in my body screamed out for the touch of a man who held my very life in his hands.
I could hear his voice in the distance. He was a powerful presence that invaded my life with no warning, and now that he had consumed me, he still wanted more.
“I won’t stop until you bear my name, Ptichka,” he whispered. “I’m only getting started. I will spend the rest of my life merging your soul with mine. I need that. I need to possess you.”
Kathleen
I would awaken in the middle of the night to him whispering softly in my ear as his hands swept over my body with expert precision. His long blond hair tickled my skin as his stark blue eyes pierced through me, solidifying his threats to never release me. His whispers were soft yet threatening. He told me he would never let me go; he was going to force me to bear his son as payment for my debt. He told me I was called to Bratva just as he was. I was called to bear and raise his son to take over his legacy. He would tell me, in the same sentence, that he owned me, loved me, and that he would kill me before he ever let me go. He was everything I knew to avoid in a man, yet I wanted him… I craved him… I loved him…
I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame; the threat of my wings being singed by an all-consuming fire was ever-present. Though my reasoning had worked for me in the past in every area of my life, I was unable to resist the danger that was Glazov. No matter how much I told myself to get away from him—that no good could come from being with him—the truth was I had fallen in love with a cold-blooded killer.
Chapter Eight
Kathleen
I was grateful Glazov didn’t force me to stop going into my office to work. I imagined part of it was because he knew I would keep a watchful eye on Robin. I was responsible to a fault, and even he recognized that trait in me. Going into work also gave me the chance to decompress from the intensity he brought to the table. I was functioning on very limited sleep due to his penchant for waking me throughout the night to whisper threats while he fucked me. He’d only allow me a couple hours of sleep before he woke me to sate his desires again.
I could see him in my mind’s eye. He’d lean his massive chest over me, and his long blond hair would tickle my nipples when he softly stroked my face. He studied my expression as he tol
d me his plans to force me to bear his son. I wondered how far he would go. Would he go so far as to make certain I wasn’t on birth control? Would it do me any good to try and sneak away to a doctor’s office? I couldn’t imagine bearing a child for the sole purpose of raising him Bratva. I was bewildered by the mere thought. Glazov’s father had raised him to take over his sect of the Bratva, and Glazov was obsessed with the idea of impregnating me with his child for the same purpose.
Glazov had the uncanny ability to accurately read people and situations. It was one of the reasons I was glad to get away from him during the day. It made me anxious to be observed all the time. I lived my life under the glaring light of his scrutiny. It was like he wanted to analyze my every thought, so he would have control over not just my body, but my psyche as well. His hold on me went far beyond the physical. He coveted being in my head so he’d always be with me, even when he wasn’t.
I’d never dealt with a man who actually cared about what I was thinking. Most men became bored after the newness of a relationship wore off. He was just the opposite.
He watched me like a hawk. I wondered if he was like this with his other women, but for some reason, I doubted it. He struck me as the kind of man who had a different woman in his bed every night. That was one of the reasons I didn’t understand his obsession with me. What was so different about me? Perhaps it was the fact that he felt like I was the woman chosen to carry on his legacy. For the first time in my life, my tendency to act responsibly was working against me. The women before me had all been Bratva groupies, passed around from man to man like party favors. I was the first woman he ever had who was a responsible businesswoman, and though he was a mobster, he was also a businessman. It took more than brawn to rule over his organization. It took brains, and if Glazov was anything, he was smart.
I looked up to view a gentleman in a dark suit standing in front of my desk. I should have known when I smiled and his countenance remained stoic that he did not come bearing good news.
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