When I feel his balls pull up, I pull up off his cock, staring at him as I wipe my mouth with the back of my forearm like a feral feline.
“You’re not gonna let me come, are you?”
“Oh, you’re gonna come all right. When I say so.”
I grab another of the shoelaces and very carefully tie a bow to the base of his ballsack.
“Be careful down there, woman.”
“Believe me. You’ve made me feel like I have a tiara on my head, but these are our family jewels right here.”
He gives me a “really?” kind of look, and I know we’re both holding back a laugh.
But the humor disappears real quick when I slide into position and lower myself on his pole, bounding up and down off his thighs as he growls at my feverish pace.
My breath quickens as I bounce, his dick impaling me as I move from just bouncing to grinding forward each time I take in all of him, making sure my clit gets plenty of play in the process.
I reach down behind and underneath me, cupping his balls, and pulling the shoelace a bit tighter. He wanted to grab my throat and cut off my air? Well two can play at this game, and he’s going to love it just as much as I did and explode with the same intensity too.
It’s crazy to think how much of a man’s decision making is controlled by his cock...that he practically lives and breathes with his balls, and for all intents and purposes a man does when you have a makeshift rope around them.
I keep bouncing…keep grinding…and his moans become more urgent, more intense. His hands break free of their binds and quickly shoot up and latch a hold of my breasts as he jerks me up and down by the titties right along at the pace I’ve already established.
“I’m gonna…I’m…”
Quickly I pull both ends of the bow, releasing his balls, but there’s nowhere for them to drop. They pull a disappearing act, pulling up tight and the only thing that disappears is every ounce of seed from inside his body as he erupts into me, sending me right into my third climax in under thirty minutes.
My arm spasms until it locks, freezing in place to the point I can’t even move it.
Alexei’s body kicks and his hips buck, but I hold on for the ride, milking him dry until finally I feel his dick start to soften and I come down from cloud nine and I fall forward right onto his chest, just as his hands come around to catch me.
“Every time you fall…I got you.”
His words are so damn sweet. I kiss him on the cheek and cuddle up underneath his chin, my hand on his chest as I feel his heart hammer against his ribcage.
“And I got you.”
“Always,” he says. “Always.”
CHAPTER 16
Crystal
The next morning
The next morning the three of us are all gathered around the breakfast table. Vitaly may not be Alexei’s biological son, but there are certainly similarities.
I’m practically in heaven watching my man, and his little man eat the food I prepared for them. I say his little man, but really he’s our little man.
How did I get so lucky?
“I have to run to a meeting for a couple hours,” Alexei says, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin before he kisses me right in front of Vitaly. “Anything you want to take back to Moscow with you from this house?” he asks Vitaly as he playfully rubs the top of his head.
“I don’t know,” he says with a kind of resigned tone.
“What’s wrong, buddy?”
“Nothing. May I be excused?”
“Sure.”
Vitaly stands up and walks into the hallway to go upstairs when he stops. He just stares at the wall and then all the sudden he jumps, slaps the wall and I hear the sound of glass breaking.
Alexei and I run to him and I realize he didn’t slap the wall. He grabbed a picture of him and his parents and jerked it from the wall. When it broke it cut his hand and now it’s bleeding pretty good.
“Can you bandage him up and I’ll be right up? I’m calling a doctor,” Alexei says.
“Yes. Of course,” I say, leading Vitaly upstairs.
I turn once as we’re climbing the stairs quickly and see the Kodak paper laying near the base of the stairs, all three faces looking right at me and glass strewn everywhere.
It’s a not so friendly reminder that whenever I think I have the perfect life with these boys, and I do, that I have to remember Vitaly is a kid who’s going to need a lot of time and special attention. I’m definitely looking forward to the challenge.
But I also have to remember that Alexei isn’t just weekends in the Swiss Alps, shopping sprees, and all of the best things money can buy. He’s Russian mafia, and I can never forget that.
I get Vitaly bandaged up and not fifteen minute later I hear a loud noise outside the window. I look and it’s literally a helicopter landing on the top of our condo.
What in the?
The sound of footsteps on a staircase outside that I didn’t even know existed has me a bit shocked to say the least. A few seconds later a doctor enters the house to take a look at Vitaly to see if he needs stitches.
Alexei just had a doctor land on the roof, in a helicopter, not fifteen minutes after the accident downstairs.
I excuse myself and go downstairs to clean up the broken glass, but it seems Alexei has already taken care of it.
Not only that he’s on the phone and opening the door for another guest at the same time.
I pull back into the other room and even though I’m not trying to listen in, it’s just that Alexei’s voice is so booming and the other man’s is masculine as well. Add in the fact that they seem like friends that haven’t seen each other in some time and it equates to them speaking even louder than they might normally.
“You really want to sell the place?”
“It’s time to give someone else a chance to own it.”
“You already try the private network?”
“No, I figured you might be able to help me unload it discreetly.”
“Certainly. Speaking of discreet…bunga bunga?”
Damn it! There it is again. What is this secret code thing?
I listen in closely, my body leaning toward the other room subconsciously.
“Tonight. You might want to sit this one out though.” Alexei says.
“Oh?”
“It’s not going to…let’s say be the best fit for you.”
“Alexei.” There’s a long pause and I wonder if they’re moving toward the room I’m in although I don’t hear footsteps. Finally the man continues. “They’re all the right fit for me.”
“I see. Well, I’ll see you then.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“And I’m looking forward to getting this trust set up. Shall we?”
I carefully grab an old magazine out from a pile and leaf through it just before the two men enter the room.
“I’m sorry, but do you mind if we use this room for a minute?”
“No, of course,” I say excusing myself.
Bunga bunga? Trust set up? The note in the bathroom back in Moscow that referenced to a woman in a red dress.
Alexei said he trusted me completely last night, but that’s when he was naked and I was tying him to the bed. I really do believe he does trust me, but as a fellow orphan I’m not going to lie…there’s always that thing in the back of your mind that wants to trust people, but that just reminds you that the people you want to trust more than anyone, like your parents, let you down sometimes. At least in my case and that will always stay with me no matter what.
Trying to get past it is an everyday struggle. And right now I’m struggling to understand what Alexei is up to.
I really need to know what’s going on before things go on further.
CHAPTER 17
Crystal
That night
I lie in bed back in Moscow unable to sleep.
I can’t really blame this on the time difference though. This is me trying t
o figure out how to come to terms with how I’m going to find out more about Alexei’s life.
I know tonight is bunga bunga, whatever the heck that is, and I also know no mention of it has been made to me.
Alexei told me he has guests to entertain tonight, and that’s about it. He said he’s never been so proud to have someone in his life and he can’t wait to show me off…just not to these red-blooded narcissists. It was a strange choice of words on his part, to say the least, and I’m trying to figure out just what it means.
I’m also trying to figure out why I’m sleeping in our bed tonight…alone, or at least until his “entertaining” ends.
I stare at the ceiling until I hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand. I check it immediately, trying to keep myself busy in the hopes I can distract my mind, only to find out it’s from Nomad Nanny.
“That figures,” I say under my breath as I breeze through the short message. Seems there’s be an unexpected opening in Australia and they say they can transfer me if I’d prefer that. They also mention it’s been a few days and they were do for a routine check-in to see how things were going with “the client.”
I laugh at the thought of Alexei being “the client” at this point.
I put the phone back down on the end table and walk out of the bedroom. I tell myself I want to get some air, but that makes no sense. I could just step out onto the balcony overlooking the garden if that’s what I wanted.
What I really want is to go to the bathroom, and not the gigantic one in the master suite.
I make my way through the house in my more conservative pajamas than when I was just wearing a thin T-shirt and booty shorts underneath. Not this time. I’m taken now…by the man of the house…the same man who wore me out last night, although that hasn’t translated to a bit of sleep tonight.
I continue until I’m closer to my old bathroom, knowing I shouldn’t be snooping around in the middle of the night, but human nature and curiosity prevails.
Suddenly I spot someone coming out of the bathroom and duck behind a pillar.
I don’t hear footsteps and stay still, my heart racing, as Ludmila passes not more than five feet from me. She’s holding her heels in her hand, and moving quickly.
Is she trying to sneak around quietly in order to avoid being detected?
I watch as she continues on her way…in a blue dress.
So much for her being the one in the red dress.
I continue waiting, not sure what to do. I’m kind of trapped in my position until I know for sure she’s gone.
One minute passes and then another until finally I hear a door open in another part of the house and the sound of heels descending steps.
Was she putting her heels back on?
I quickly make my way to the bathroom, sliding inside and locking the door behind me.
I place my back against the door and breathe out.
What am I doing? Why am I getting involved in any of this?
I know Alexei is protecting me, in his own way, so why am I just making things harder on him and exposing myself to danger.
I shake my head realizing I’ve become too stupid to live. After all those years of criticizing people in books and in movies here I am in the exact same spot…making the same stupid decision.
But I have to know the truth.
I bend down and grab the handle of the little cabinet door underneath the sink. It’s wet!
I pause. Someone’s just been in here, but why didn’t they properly dry their hands?
I stand, and slowly peel back the shower curtain.
A red dress is hanging inside.
Oh. My. Word.
I sit down on the toilet seat and think. What should I do? Should I try and find Alexei and alert him that something’s up?
I lean forward and open the door, going immediately for the Band-Aid box inside. I open the top and sure enough, there’s a note inside.
I grab it and then suddenly there’s a knock on the door.
“Who’s in there?” the voice bellows out, the bass cutting through the door and slamming into my chest.
Alexei.
“It’s me.”
“You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“I had to use the restroom.”
“There’s a toilet in our room. Finish up and open the door, Crystal.”
I don’t like the tone of his voice or the way he’s talking to me, but I don’t want to seem guilty either. But guilty of what exactly?
“Hold your horses. I can’t do what I’ve got to do any faster than I already am.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m peeing, thank you very much!”
And at this point I nearly am. I’ve never peed my pants in my life, but if there ever was a time it seems like now is it.
I count backward from ten as I put the note back in the box and very slowly shut the door so it doesn’t make a sound. I stand, flush the toilet, and just before I go to turn on the water in the sink I realize maybe it’s better if I have completely dry hands. But it’s too late. I just instinctively hit the knob and the water touches my skin. My OCDness with washing my hands wouldn’t allow me to skip anyway.
There’s a loud rapping of knuckles on the door again.
“I’m coming!”
I pull open the door and standing there is Alexei…in a tux.
And right behind him is Ludmila, a smirk on her face as if I just unexpectedly walked into whatever trap she just set.
“I told you she was up to something,” Ludmila gloats. “We should search the bathroom.”
Alexei motions with his hand for me to step out.
“Whatever you think I did, I didn’t.”
“How would you even know we think that,” Ludmila sneers. “Admission of guilt, Alexei…that’s what that is. You should send her back to her fucking orphanage with the rest of the losers. You can never trust these kind of people, which is why her parents abandoned her in the first place.”
I cock back my arm and deck Ludmila right across the jaw, sending her to the ground. She wipes her now bloody mouth with her hand and stands, lurching at me to grab me, but Alexei grabs the back of her dress and pulls her back without so much as moving his feet. It’s almost as if he’s a step ahead of both of us.
“Take a look, Dimitry,” he says.
Dimitry? Wasn’t that the…? Yep. The same big guy that Alexei grabbed in the courtyard outside for looking at me, moves past me and into the bathroom.
The first thing he does is pull open the shower curtain.
Ludmila says something in Russian as she points at the red dress, then steps inside the bathroom as well.
Alexei just stands there looking at the dress as both Ludmila and Dimitry continue searching.
Dimitry is practically tearing the tiles off the wall and of course Ludmila goes straight for the storage area under the sink.
She’s digging everywhere, but just can’t seem to find what she wants…until finally she stumbles on it.
“What is this?” she says in English, before she’s even got the note open.
“Give that to me,” Alexei commands.
She hands it to him before she’s able to take a look. Alexei reads through it and then stops, just looking at me.
Ludmila is over the moon happy and I feel like my days here in this house are quickly coming to an end…and possibly my days on earth as well.
“I told you you can’t trust an American traitor bitch.”
“You’re right, Ludmila. You’re absolutely right.”
Alexei takes a step back, squaring his body up to me as he reaches inside his tux and removes a small pistol.
He begins raising it, his arm lined up exactly with my body.
My entire life flashes in front of my face and all I can hear is that stupid Ludmila cackling in the background.
I’m about to die and for what I have no clue.
But I’m not going out without a fight, dammit!
I r
each out to shove Alexei, but in one motion he grabs my arm and yanks me into his body, his big hand cupping one of my ears as he presses the other side of my face to his chest, just as he turns the pistol on Ludmila, firing a shot right into her forehead.
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