26. Fyodor
CHAPTER 26
FYODOR
Part of me is feeling like a real fucking idiot for telling Katya all those things last night. I should know better than to think a woman wouldn’t be listening to hold whatever I said against me later. Of course, I caved to the gyrating of her little ass and fucked her, which still didn’t ease my embarrassment.
But after that, Marta doesn’t arrive when she’s supposed to, and when I check my phone, I don’t have a text from her. My embarrassment and disappointment in myself merges into a cold and efficient rage. Rather than getting crazy and violent as I’m inclined to, I call Anatoly, and we perform a sweep of the apartment while Katya is safely locked inside my room and likely rifling through my shit.
To say I’m furious would be a profound understatement. The elevator into the garage has an override that renders the key cards null. Now, the only way in is to enter a code into the hidden access panel. I move one car into the main garage, then I shut the whole system down. There’s only one way in and one way out now.
“Can I see her?” Anatoly asks me once we’re finished. I’m rifling around in the kitchen because Katya is still too fucking skinny, and I’m not going to allow her to go hungry just because Marta is a fucking traitor, but I’m considering if I should peel her skin off.
“No.”
But why did Marta betray me? Who did she betray me for?
The options are endless, but as I check my phone, I can’t help but notice that I still haven’t heard from my sons, who were all too desperate to get in touch with me a few days ago. My sons, who were pissed as hell I didn’t pay them the full three million dollars. I’ve never known the two of them to just give up.
“You’re being awfully protective of the girl,” he comments. Anatoly at least knows me well enough not to be disrespectful.
“The girl isn’t anyone’s business, and she has no interest in meeting an old man.”
“So what’s her interest in you, then?”
I can’t help my smile when I think of all the ways I’ve enjoyed spending time with her in the few days she’s been here, the suicide attempt and my embarrassment after excluded.
“Don’t tell me you like her.” He laughs.
Well, not that respectful.
“And what if I do?” A flash of the truth is less embarrassing than an all-out lie that I won’t manage to convince him of.
“Just different.”
“Do I need to feed you before you go, or are you here just hoping I might change my mind about letting you see her?”
“I’m going, I’m going.” He pats me on the shoulder as he wishes me a goodbye. “I’ll let you know if I hear from the boys.”
He’s gone a minute later, and I head up to my room, where Katya is laid out naked, her breasts on display, her body bent in a delicious stretch. I’ve already fucked her today, but I already want her again. It’s been years since I felt like this, and I’m not sure if it’s that face, her body, or the perfect fit of her pussy, but I can’t get enough. It’s the same reason I couldn’t help but spill my guts to her after knowing her for a few days.
“Good morning, Katya.”
“Fyodor,” she greets me with a little flirtatious wiggle, and I’m so tempted.
“Are you hungry?” There’s hunger in my own voice, but she doesn’t take the bait.
“Very.” She pushes herself up onto her elbows. I removed the port last night after I pulled her out of the water and got her settled, but I’m glad to see she seems to be doing okay. The antibiotics seem to be working.
“Do you know how to cook? Should I cook since Marta isn’t here?” She’s not trying to throw a dig, but it still pisses me the fuck off. Where is that bitch?
“You like to cook?” The idea of her cooking for me is incredibly tempting, and I try to distract myself with a future where that’s possible, but she isn’t in the shape for that. Maybe when she’s feeling better. Definitely when she’s better , I amend.
“I do.”
“Not today, Kotyonok. I’ve already got breakfast started. We’ve got a busy day.”
Her blond eyebrows push together. “You’re seriously taking me with you?”
“Seriously.”
Inside the closet is the wheelchair she’ll need for another few weeks as well as some clothes for her. The moment she’s ready, I’m going to have her up practicing her walking, and I don’t care how much that pisses her off. I want the best for her.
She looks up at me with pure trust and innocence as I help her dress and get settled in, and I feel like a filthy pervert for how badly I want to feed her my cock. I’m still furious that Marta would dare pull a stunt like that, hoping that my sons wouldn’t be so fucking stupid as to make a move against me, yet with all those very real concerns, this girl’s lips and tongue are all I can think about.
I push her through the house, taking her down a back hallway until we reach the internal elevator for the apartment. It starts and ends inside.
“Oh my God,” she comments as I push her inside and hit the button for the proper floor, the sign of the cross again.
“Four. There are four floors in this apartment.”
“Yes.”
“So it’s the top four floors of this entire building.”
I smile at her sense of wonder. It’s been a long time since I spent time with someone impressed by this. Is my wealth that overwhelming? She could only imagine what I could buy for her. The image of her draped in sapphires fills my mind, sharp blue for her slate-gray eyes and flax-blond hair.
“It’s only half of the top four floors of the building, Kotyonok.”
“Only,” she repeats.
I bring her into the kitchen, and rather than letting her sit in the chair, which would be easiest, I pull her up and onto the island. The new braces I had the doctor bring her are significantly lighter and easier to maneuver. We’re eye level now, and she blushes at the moment of connection. There’s real joy in how naturally submissive she is and how badly she wants to please me.
I quickly feel her legs to make sure they’re not hot or showing signs of infection. The doctor is on his way here to run another panel of bloodwork and make sure she’ll be fine with oral antibiotics. Her knees are spread on the counter from the weight of her boots, and I place all my attention on preparing the batter for her blintz and not on how bad I’d like to eat that again.
She shifts her weight back and forth as she watches me.
“You were here with someone before.”
“Mmm,” I agree with a hum as I crack an egg.
“Am I allowed to ask who?” The question makes my cock jump.
“It was just my second-in-command from when I was in charge of the Bratva.”
“When you were in charge?” she asks with real astonishment.
“Yes.” I laugh.
“You mean you’re not now? Everyone calls you Pakhan.”
I shrug.
“I handed things over to my sons a few months ago so I could retire and enjoy my freedom.”
I toss her a pointed look to let her know the addition to her in my household wasn’t something I had planned on. I don’t exactly mind it now, though.
“So where have you been?” If I’m not crazy, she sounds annoyed I’ve been leaving her.
“I still have things to do, Kotyonok.” I want to tell her she’s not my girlfriend, and I can’t spend every minute with her, but for some reason, the thought hurts me.
“But not today?”
“You’re just coming with me,” I correct.
She watches as I finish our breakfast, putting both servings on one plate and coming to stand beside her. I cut the food and blow on each bite before I feed her. I find myself obsessed with her pink lips, the flick of her tongue as she takes the food, and her pleasure as she enjoys the taste. Once she’s full, I eat what she left on the plate, which wasn’t much. I’m just glad she’s finally eating. I can’t wait to see that ass swell again.
“That was really good,” she compliments me, but her look says a lot more.
“What is it?”
“You’ve done so much for me.”
“Not really. I bought you. I own you. Anything I did for you, I did for myself.”
“Yet my life has improved because of your presence.”
I don’t dare tell her that mine seems a lot better for hers too.
“I want to tell you what I want, but I’m afraid to.”
“Why?”
“Because you own me, and people don’t like to be asked things by their possessions.”
That’s true, but maybe not so much in this case.
“You’re more like my favorite pet.” If I thought that might comfort her, her crumpling face corrects me. I reach out and touch her chin. Run my finger over her lips.
“What did you want to do?”
She licks her lip, catching my thumb.
“Fuck,” I murmur, remembering exactly what this dirty girl wants. Me to make the decisions for her, to lead her straight into hell and make her love every minute of it. I find that I wasn’t the only one aroused by the delicious tension of her tongue running over the fork. Maybe she was trying to get me going.
I pull her off the counter and carry her through the house and to the living room. There’s one of those glass ceilings she seems to take issue with, but I don’t care. God himself can watch her suck my cock. I’d love to put her on her knees, and I’ll definitely spend a lot of time with her there in the future, but right now, I won’t hurt her any further.
I place her on the couch, open my zipper and pull my cock out of my pants, much like her first night here, and just like she did then, my dirty girl licks her lips for my cock. I’m already angry and on edge, turned on and leaking a drip of cum for her.
I fist my hand in her hair, wrapping the blond lengths around my wrist and holding her tight at the base of her scalp. Before she can protest or give permission, the wide head of my cock smears precum over her lips. She opens to taste me, and the pass of her hot tongue is so good my knees nearly buckle.
I grip her throat with my other hand, rubbing gently as I buck my hips, edging my cock deeper into her hot mouth each time.
“Fuck,” I moan. I can’t remember the last time I fucked a woman who made me moan, let alone the sounds Katya manages to pull from me.
She’s unskilled, definitely never having done this before, and that somehow makes it better. I’ve had enough skilled blowjobs in my life to cherish this wet, sloppy one from her unsure but eager mouth.
“You want to suck my cum out, naughty little girl?”
The hand in her hair tips her head back, and I switch to holding the base of my cock as I push farther down her throat.
“Run that soft little tongue back and forth, and when I push deep in your throat, swallow for me and pull me deeper.”
She listens to me so perfectly, taking everything I give her, sucking and swirling her tongue like sucking my cum out is everything she wants. I should probably feel guilty. I can so plainly see from the enthusiasm she sucks my cock with that this girl is suffering from some form of Stockholm syndrome, imprinting upon the first soft place she’s landed in a very long time.
Instead of feeling for her or wanting to help her, all I can think about is what I stand to gain from it and how good it will feel to empty my balls inside a woman who’s thirty-five years younger than me and sucking the first cock she’s ever seen in real life.
“Does it taste good, Kotyonok? Do you love sucking my cock?” I shouldn’t ask. I know how bad wanting this makes her feel, but I’ve never felt more powerful in my life, and I don’t care what that means about me as a man.
She nods and hums as she sucks, and I push deeper, drawing a gag as I hit the back of her throat. Tears fill her eyes, and she looks up at me with concern.
“You’re fine. Relax while I use you.” Her eyes close for one minute as she tries to adjust, and when she opens them, there’s a new layer of resolve.
I push my hips forward, fucking her tight throat like it’s my God-given right when I’m so far from where I belong. She moans around my cock, and the vibrations echo in my balls. I’ve always taken a long time to come. I could fuck for hours, but everything is different with her, and I’m quickly building toward the release we’re both seeking.
A low whine picks up in the back of her throat as I find a rhythm and fuck her face deep, loving every minute of being with her, of having her here in my life.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re not dead,” I tell her as I stare deep into her eyes and fuck those perfect lips like I would the set between her legs.
“You like being a good little slut for me? Are you my good girl?” I ask her as I get closer and closer to the edge. I’ve never had a particular fetish for younger women or virgins, but something about her makes me want to defile every inch, relish in taking something pure and turning her into the wanton little slut desperate for cock in front of me.
God, I can’t wait to put her on her knees.
Her throat catches, the sensation hugging the head of my cock just right, and that’s it for me. Thick ribbons of cum shoot down her throat, and I do everything I can to keep quiet. This woman already has enough control over me without me moaning for her again.
But in the silence, I hear her hot tongue, her throat working, and the thick glug-glug of her drinking every drop of my cum.
“Fuck.” I moan for her because I’m only a man, and she’s a goddess.
She sucks every drop of cum out of my dick and keeps going until I’m soft in her mouth. When I’m so thoroughly drained I want to kiss her on the mouth and say thank you, she meets my gaze.
“Was that good enough? Should I try again?”
And like I’m a young man again, I make her try again.