She wants me, and she wants to see what I can do, in the field and in bed. I’ve never seen such spirit in a woman before.
I move my hands down to free my cock from its restraints, but as she hears me doing so, I notice her hands groping for mine, trying to push them aside so she can do the deed herself. I raise my eyebrows as she undoes my pants and lets my shaft spring forth, and at her warm touch, my crown bulges dark and hard for her. The deep, satisfied sigh I hear as she grasps my cock, enjoying the feel and weight of it in her hands, is indescribably satisfying.
She gives my hip a slight tug as if begging me to move forward, and I oblige, sliding my shaft up to her blindfolded face, her mouth opening in desire. It takes no time for her to guide herself to my crown, pressing her lips to it experimentally. At the touch of her warm, soft lips, my dark crown throbs, a low, soft moan escaping my lips, and that spurs Rosie on to open her mouth wider and take the whole crown into her mouth.
The warmth of her tongue washing over my cock sends a wave of energy through me, and I feel like my lower muscles are uncoiling. I feel like we were made for each other as her mouth slides over my cock so effortlessly, her light moaning lulling me into a near trance as one of her hands feels my balls, reveling in the sensation of having me within her. The more she finds she can fit into her mouth, the more her enthusiasm builds, and she sucks at my cock with hunger as her tongue lashes around it fiercely.
She tastes my precum as it beads out the tip of me, devouring it as if we’d been doing this for years, and I can sense her own pride in herself as she makes my knees feel weak beneath me, and I have to lean harder on the couch, my whole mass looming over her.
Finally, I gently withdraw my cock as I feel my balls start to tighten. “Not yet, zvyozdochka,” I whisper in a low husk as her mouth lingers open, glistening with desire for me. “You should be rewarded for your hard work, first.”
Before she can respond, I slide my fingers to her clit, rubbing two fingers around it in a circle, and she starts to clench her thighs together on reflex, but I keep them apart, leaving her to squirm in vain and whimper as I torture her with my fingers, her fingers clenching into the couch. She’s already pent up, the energy of our training together spurring her on in her desire for me, and mine for her, and I can feel her start to tense under me...and again, I deny her, withdrawing my fingers just before I push her over the point of no return.
“Fuck you,” she gasps, her mouth curled up in a smile as she brings her cheek to her shoulder as she moves around under me, and I let out a chuckle, bringing my mouth to her neck. I have to restrain myself from biting her there as my hand moves under the small of her back, and as I pepper the sensitive nape of her neck with kisses, I press my cock’s crown to her lower lips, leaving it there teasingly, holding her hips down as she tries to press up into me.
“Please,” she whimpers at last, “I want you to fill me up completely, Konstantin.”
When we intertwine our bodies, and her lips hug the base of my cock and fill me with warmth as I send sensation pulsing through her body, we both can’t hold back our moans as I start to buck into her.
Despite our knifeplay, there’s nothing violent in how we press into each other, and the aggression we feel meshes together so vividly that I can’t tell where the fire burning within me for her ends and her own warmth begins. She gives me a warmth I’ve never felt before, utterly overwhelming and filling, even as I feel myself start to grow tense to fill her.
We’re so keyed up that we waste no time in growing more desirous in our motions, and she clenches her cunt around me, knowing full well what she’s spurring me on to as I buck into her hard and fast, feeling my bulging crown stroke her inner walls as her mouth starts to hang open. My hips move faster and faster, and finally, she throws her head back and lets out a scream that fills the entry hallway as I release myself within her, feeling every shot of hot seed that spills into her body, pouring all of myself into Rosie as she continues to clench herself around me, alternating between utter relaxation and passionate desire to take all that I want to offer her.
My cock is still stiff inside her when we descend from our shared climax, and finally, I brush the blindfold away from her eyes, which flutter open to see me and my glistening chest looming over her. I smile, and she gives a playful laugh back that’s cut short as I pull out of her, some of our intermingled fluids spilling out as I do, and I use a cloth sitting on a nearby table to help clean her up.
“Enough training for one day?” she breathes, smiling.
“Maybe enough for a break,” I concede, giving her a pat on the ass as she stands up to gather her clothes and put them back on. I start to head upstairs once we’re fully dressed, but she catches me around the waist, playfully pulling me back toward the couch, and I can’t help myself but laugh as I let myself fall onto it with her, scooping her up in my arms and kissing her cheeks while we still glow from our activities.
“There’s still much information to gather,” I say a few minutes of embracing later, pressing my forehead to hers, but Rosie wears a frown on her face. I know she worries about me when I go out on these little reconnaissance expeditions to gather intel, but if we’re to maximize our success, I need to be able to move quickly and quietly on my own. Plus, setting up my own band of loyal followers requires me to be present with them.
“I don’t doubt you can take care of yourself,” she says, “I...just worry, is all. About a lot of things. Don’t get me wrong,” she adds quickly, “you’ve done more than I could possibly imagine to keep as many people safe as you can, but...maybe I’ve just been trained after all this time to think about the worst.”
I frown as I stroke her cheek with a furrowed brow. “Never feel like you need to hide such concerns from me, Rosie. What’s on your mind? If it makes you feel better, I’m going to have some guards around the house soon — men I know I can trust, who Andrei and I have vetted thoroughly.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” she says, glancing up at me. “It’s my sisters.”
I nod slowly. She’s mentioned her sisters before, but I think they’re such a sensitive subject for her that she’s slow to bring it up. “I can arrange to have them brought here, if you wish. Only say the word.”
“No,” she says quickly, “with everything that’s going on, with all the people who might be targeting us soon, I think they’re safest where they are now. But do you think there’s any way we could...I don’t know, keep any eye on them somehow? I know that must sound stupid to you, but-”
“I understand entirely, Rosie,” I say firmly, taking her hand in mine and pausing a moment before continuing. “When I was a boy in Moscow, I had nobody to raise me. There are many such kids like that in the city, and the Russian winters grow bitterly cold. I was always a tall boy, even back then, and over time, many of the young ones came to...sort of look up to me, like an older brother.”
I play with her fingers in my hand while she stares at my face while I tell her the story, something I haven’t spoken much about since, well, since it was happening.
“We looked out for each other. We stole for each other, we taught each other, we fought for each other, and when the times became too hard for some of us to bear,” I hesitate, “we mourned for each other.” I look her in the eye and squeeze her hand. “Rosie, I can’t imagine what you’ve had to do for your sisters in the house you grew up in. I know they must be the closest people in the world to you. I’ll have someone check in on them daily for you. Not a thing will happen in that house that we don’t hear about.”
Rosie squeezes me back, and a faint smile appears on her face before she nods. “Thank you, Konstantin. And hey,” she adds as I rise to my feet. “Be careful out there.”
I flash a smile back at her as I head to get the rest of my gear. “For you? Maybe I will.”
16
Rosie
I never knew how wonderful it can feel to wake up next to someone. For the past month or so, we have been sleepi
ng together every night in the bedroom originally designated as mine. The time we’ve spent together has been a whirlwind of subtle changes, the two of us spinning closer and closer together with every passing day. I feel like this has to be some kind of strange fever dream, like I’m going to wake up any moment now on the uncomfortable futon back at my father’s house.
Of course, I do still miss my sisters. Desperately. The pangs of intense guilt are still a fairly common occurrence for me, as my mind travels ever back again to Daisy and Sunny, worrying about whether they’re okay. But luckily, Konstantin has been incredibly understanding in regards to my situation, enlisting the service of an extremely professional and discreet private investigator to check in on them daily. The man’s name is Ilya Kovak, and he is about as somber as a corpse, but he gets the job done.
He managed to break into my old house — which really isn’t that impressive a feat considering the fact that my dad forgets to lock the doors most of the time — and quickly install a surveillance system. So even when Ilya isn’t physically nearby to keep an eye on the girls, his live camera feed is constantly rolling. To my dismay, both he and Konstantin argued against allowing me access to the feed, assuming (correctly) that I would become totally consumed with watching it. Ilya promises to keep a close eye on the situation back home, and to alert me at the first sign of the kind of danger requiring action on our part.
Just as I suspected, my dad is more or less ignoring the girls, leaving them to fend for themselves. But I did such a thorough job of training the twins that they are fairly self-sufficient, actually, even though they are only children themselves. I try to remind myself that I was scarcely older than they are when I was forced to take on the full-time obligation of caring for two infants. So, if I could handle that on my own, then surely the two of them can survive.
And to my infinite relief, they do spend most of their time either at the public library or at Ms. Liddell’s house. They recently turned nine years old, and my heart aches to think that I wasn’t there for their birthday. But Ilya assures me that they had a relatively good day; Ms. Liddell and the girls ordered pizza and baked cupcakes, then spent the evening playing board games and watching old black-and-white movies. When I asked Ilya how he had such a vivid picture of what happened that day despite not having any surveillance equipment in Ms. Liddell’s house, he simply said, “I watch. Nobody sees me. I am very good at my job.”
And that was that. I do worry that the girls think I have intentionally abandoned them, or that I’ve died or something. That is what hurts the most — not being able to tell them I’m okay, that I’m more than okay, I’m actually the closest to happy I’ve been in a long, long time. Except for the fact that there’s a void in my heart where the girls used to be. But I can’t tell them anything about what’s going on, because that might catapult them into danger. The business of taking down segments of the mafia is a treacherous one, and I have already accepted that my life may never be safe. But I refuse to allow this often dark, cruel world intersect with the lives of Daisy and Sunny. Even if that means I will never get to see them again, or even speak to them.
I turn over in bed, sighing. I reach out instinctively for Konstantin, only to find the spot beside me empty. I sit up in bed and look around, then notice the faint patter of water falling. He’s in the shower. A smile hitches itself to my lips as I slide out of bed and pad across the room into the en suite, hot steam enrobing me with warmth.
Through the faint fog I can see the Bull’s massive, muscular frame outlined behind the silvery-white shower curtain. This is one of my favorite places to find him — naked, wet, and hot.
I try to walk quietly over, but just as I’m reaching to pull back the curtain, Konstantin’s baritone voice murmurs, “I know you’re there, ptichka.”
“How do you do that?” I sigh, bemused and frustrated. “I was so quiet!”
“Call it a sixth sense,” he laughs, peering around the curtain at me with shampoo foaming up on top of his head. He somehow manages to still look handsome.
“May I come in?” I ask demurely. He nods and disappears behind the curtain again, leaving me to hastily strip out of my panties and oversized T-shirt. Gingerly, I slip in behind him.
Immediately my body relaxes at the welcoming embrace of hot water. Until I came to live here, I never understood the true meaning of a long, hot shower. Growing up, my dad often forgot to pay the water bill, causing us to sometimes go several days without water. And even when the bills were on time, we always lived in such rundown places that water pressure and heat were… spotty at best. I took a lot of very brief, weak, cool showers.
Of course, the best part of taking a shower here had more to do with the hot body pressed up against me than the hot water itself.
Konstantin washes the shampoo out of his hair and gives me more space to stand directly under the stream. I tug my hair down from its loose bun, shaking it out and letting the water pulse down my scalp. I take a deep, contented breath, just as Konstantin wraps his thick arms around me and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“You’re up early,” he says. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I murmur, sliding my palms down his powerful, slick chest. He bends slightly to kiss me hard on the lips, his own hands gripping my ass, pulling me close to him. I can feel his cock stirring to life, stiffening against my belly. I break free of his embrace and instantly sink to my knees, wrapping my fingers around his massive length. I glance up to see his gray eyes roll back and shut, his hands tangling in my hair to gently guide me.
I tease him at first, just flicking my tongue around the crown of his shaft, moving my hands loosely up and down his length. I love feeling him grow harder under my touch. It makes me feel powerful, sexy in a way I never knew I could be.
Then I slowly, tantalizingly take him into my mouth, my tongue pushing up against the underside of his cock. Konstantin groans and gently pushes forward so that the tip brushes against the back of my throat. I am surprised at how naturally this comes to me, since I had virtually no sexual experience before meeting the Bull. But something about him, the way we just fold into each other like we were made to fit… I’m finding out more about myself than ever.
Starting to bob back and forth on his cock, I grip the backs of his thighs to steady myself, sucking harder and harder until he’s nearly fucking my mouth, his hips rolling with every stroke. I can feel that he’s getting close, his fingers tightening in my hair, his groans growing louder and less inhibited. But before he comes, he suddenly pushes me back gently. I let out an involuntary whimper of disappointment, not wanting to stop. Instead, Konstantin gestures for me to stand up.
He cups my breasts, deftly sliding his thumbs over my nipples to send little spirals of pleasure down my spine. “I want to fuck you,” he says simply.
“Tell me how you want it,” I reply, almost dutifully. I never expected I would be like this in a sexual scenario: submissive and obedient. But with Konstantin, I never feel like he would ask me to do anything I don’t already want to do. He knows what I like and what I need, instinctively, even if I don’t say a single word.
“Turn around and bend over. Let me see that beautiful ass,” he orders, but even his demands are tinged with tenderness. I oblige happily, spinning around and leaning down to grab hold of the translucent safety bar. I cheekily sway my hips back and forth.
Konstantin’s palm collides with my ass with a wet smack, the flash of delicious pain making me shiver. The Bull is usually surprisingly soft in bed, never pushing me too far. But sometimes, if I play my cards right, I can bring out a little more of the beast in him.
This morning shower is turning out to be my lucky day.
He rubs the head of his hard shaft against my ass while one of his hands slips down between my thighs, his fingers lightly stroking the length of my wet slit. I moan in anticipation, almost too afraid to move for fear that he might stop touching me. I crave his touch, h
is skilled fingers, sensual lips, and powerful cock, even when I’m asleep. So many nights I have fallen into fitful, sexually-frustrated dreams, only to awaken with the Bull himself beside me. All I have to do is kiss him awake, and from there we toss our clothes aside and fuck each other in the hazy morning light.
“You’re so wet for me, sakhar,” he growls, massaging my clit between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation is almost too intense, and my legs start to tremble slightly. Konstantin slaps my ass again, hard, making me cry out. He chuckles and slips one finger inside me, curling it into a come-hither motion to stroke expertly against my g-spot. His cock slides up and down against my ass as he finger-fucks me. I roll back into his touch wantonly, moaning and whimpering for him to finish me off.
“Tell me you want it,” he orders quietly. “Beg for it, Rosie.”
“Please, oh god, please let me come,” I mumble, overcome with need. He slips a second finger inside of me, fucking me harder and faster while his other hand squeezes and smacks my ass, until finally I’m screaming, my honey gushing over his fingers. Before I even get a second to take a breath, he withdraws his fingers and pushes his cock inside of me instead, grasping at my hips and slamming into me again and again. The pleasure I’m feeling is so intense I can scarcely breathe, and it doesn’t help that Konstantin is groaning my name over and over, like an epithet.
My second and third orgasms come crashing one after another, and by this point, the Bull nearly has to hold me up to keep me from collapsing. My legs are shaking and my mind is totally blank with all-consuming bliss, and just when I think I’m about to come down, a fourth climax shudders through my body and I squeal in spent delight. Konstantin thrusts into me more and more quickly, his control starting to wane, and finally he releases his seed deep inside me with a thunderous bellow.
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