46. Katerina
CHAPTER 46
Katerina
In the days that follow, we recover from the bratva war. Both physically and mentally. As the dust settles, it takes me time to process what we’ve been through, and what that possibly means for the future.
Rosita’s gone and she’s never coming back. But I will never forget her. I’ll make it my life’s mission to take care of Lucero like I was never cared for when I became an orphan.
After the penthouse was burned down and weeks of living in abandoned factory buildings, we have no real home. The bratva itself is in a state of disarray as Roman takes charge and rebuilds the family from the ground up.
We move out of the base of operations where we’ve been hiding out from the pakhan and his forces and into an apartment in the city. A setting that will help me acclimate to my new lifestyle and role in Roman’s life.
I’m free to come and go as I please, no longer a captive of the bratva in any capacity.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have my own security detail.
“It’s necessary, kitty cat,” Roman insists before dropping a peck on my lips. “You are my woman. That makes you a target of any potential enemies.”
It’s a little weird having a muscly Russian guy acting as my shadow wherever I go, whether that’s a quick trip to the grocery store or a coffee run, but Roman’s right that it’s a necessary evil in his world.
It’s a small price to pay in order to be a part of it.
There are other costs too—some of the consequences of what happened the night we fought the pakhan and his forces.
Initially, I hope Roman’s forgotten. He has so much on his plate that he won’t remember how I snuck out of the base of operations and made it to the Winchester Hotel so I could act out my own revenge plot.
You’d think I’d know better by now.
A few nights into our new life at our apartment, Roman comes home for dinner. I greet him by the door, rising up on my tiptoes to greet him with a kiss. I tell him about the lasagna I’ve cooked for dinner, and how it’s only marginally burnt.
“We can scrape off those pieces,” I say, beaming proudly. “It’s still edible… mostly.”
He stares at me half amused. “But what if I’m hungry for something else?”
“What else is new?” I laugh. “Zver, my pussy needs a break sometimes!”
I’ve barely gotten the words out when he’s hoisted me off my feet and slung me over his broad, muscled shoulder.
“We’ll see if you’ll be saying that once my face is buried in that juicy pussy.”
Fuck! He’s got me there.
He knows all about how his tongue is my weakness. No one eats pussy like Roman. He treats it as a delicacy, like some sort of special fine dining event.
My protests are half-hearted as he carries me into our bedroom and flings me to the bed in true manhandling fashion. I land aware it’s not even worth pretending anymore. As soon as I’m propping myself up on the bed and his fiery gaze meets mine, a tremor of lust rocks through me.
I bite down on my bottom lip. “I guess an appetizer before dinner can’t hurt.”
“This is more than an appetizer, kitty cat. This is long overdue.”
I sit up the rest of the way, my stomach fluttering from instant nerves. Roman’s strode past the king-sized bed toward the closet.
Oh no…
“On second thought,” I murmur, “maybe we should just do dinner.”
“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?” he asks, remerging with a small rectangular box I’ve seen many times before. He stops in front of me on the bed and tells me to open it. “Go ahead, devochka.”
My next breath shakes in my lungs. I’m still nibbling on the bottom of my lip as my hand extends to undo the little gold latch. I already know what to expect inside, which is probably why my nipples suddenly feel stiff and achy.
The box flips open to reveal what’s inside.
The diamond leather collar glints up at me from inside the box. The piece of jewelry I’ve grown more than familiar with and ironically fond of.
But it’s not alone in the box.
There’s my old friend known as the nipple clamps and chain.
If my nipples weren’t already aching, they are now that I’ve set sight on their tormentors.
That’s still not all—there’s a final third friend whom I have a feeling I’m about to become just as acquainted with.
The smooth, silver plug is shaped like a teardrop and attached to a furry tail.
My face heats up and I can’t stop the silly giggle that tumbles out of me. Looking up at Roman, I say, “Really? You’ve outdone yourself.”
“What have I told you, kitty cat? You’re my woman. I’m in love with you and you’re my partner,” he says in his husky tone that’s only grown deeper. He’s as aroused as I am, evidenced by how he peers at me like I’m about to be devoured. “We are equals in this relationship, but in the bedroom—in moments like this—you’re still my pet. Do you agree?”
His sapphire blue eyes on mine, heat crackling between the two of us, I understand what he means. I get him, because it’s how I feel too.
These moments are about exploring in a way that’s come to satisfy us both. I’ve gotten great pleasure out of wearing his collar and letting him inflict orgasm after orgasm on me.
As someone who never received much gratification from men, relationships or sex, it’s been exhilarating. It’s been strangely freeing to hand over control to Roman and let my body speak for me.
I give a nod, tipping my head back to signal I agree.
He drops a kiss on my lips and says, “good, kitty cat. Take off your clothes. Time to put your collar on.”
Even just the simple act of the leather banding around my throat turns me on. My pussy throbs as the collar snaps close and I hold Roman’s darkening gaze.
He strokes my head in approval and tells me again what a good kitty I am.
The nipple clamps come next. My mouth drops open as he attaches the first clamp and a burst of pain shoots through my breast.
“Can you handle it?” he asks me, cupping my achy breast in his large, warm hand. I moan and nod along and count the seconds until the other clamp squeezes my nipple between its teeth.
The blips of pain radiate through my breasts in a way that draws my breath short. But the stimulation is so intense that the pain is secondary. The arousal that heats me up, sending blood rushing, takes over.
Roman cups my chin and peers down at me like I’m a masterpiece. He’s hard now, his erection prodding at the crotch of his dark pants. As usual, he’s patient despite this, as if he refuses to give in until he’s pleasured me first.
…or punish, depending how you look at the situation.
Maybe a little bit of both.
He takes my mouth in his most passionate kiss yet, then directs me to lay on my belly. Aware of where this will lead, I do as I’m told. I turn over and sprawl out, keeping a pillow under my hips.
Roman has the lube out and ready. He bends forward and nibbles at the soft, curved flesh of my ass, like he can’t help himself. He adds a smack as an afterthought, making my flesh jiggle.
“Relax, kitty cat,” he says, spreading my cheeks and tonguing my rear hole. “Your tail will slip right in once I’m through with you.”
My eyes squeeze shut at the wet hot feel of his tongue.
I hardly even remember the bite of the nipple clamps as Roman’s tongue erases all other sensations.
I push back against his face, grinding my ass into him. His tongue flicks in and out the tight, puckered hole, tracing the rim, and sending sparks shooting through my body. I quiver against my will and clutch at the pillows and duvet on the bed.
His tongue moves with precision. Every flick, every motion feels like heaven.
He travels from my rear hole to my pussy, French-kissing my pussy lips like he would my mouth.
I writhe and call his name. The five letters ring out of me in cries of pleasure, so loud they must pierce the walls.
But in this moment, I have no fucks to give.
Roman eats my pussy out and teases my ass to warm me up. I’m at his mercy as my body surrenders to his ministrations.
There’s no use even putting up a fight when he’s too damn good at what he does. He suckles at my clit and slips a thick finger into my rear hole.
“Yes, kitty cat,” he growls hotly, flicking at my throbbing nub. “You are so fucking wet for me. And your little ass sucks my finger right up. Will it do the same to your tail?”
“Mmm… please! Put it in.”
I find myself delirious as he buries his face into my pussy from behind and works magic with his mouth and tongue. He stretches me open with his fingers. Both holes respond, my brown skin flushed, my mind empty except for thoughts of pleasure.
More pleasure. Always more pleasure.
I squirm on the bed, only distantly aware of the pinch of the clamps attached to my nipples.
Roman’s taken me from being proud of my burnt lasagna to a writhing, panting mess in less than thirty minutes.
Just an hour ago, I’d been in the kitchen with my hands on my hips, beaming proudly at the lasagna that had smoked in the oven.
It wasn’t the best by any means, but it damn sure was an improvement over previous attempts in the kitchen.
Fast forward to this moment, I’m a different woman.
I’m desperate and impatient. I’m wanton and needy as his tongue laps at my pussy and my thighs quake.
When Roman starts inserting my tail, he gives me another nibble on my backside and reminds me to breathe and keep relaxed. His mouth returns to my pussy as I seize up and he gently nudges the tip of the plug past the circle of tight muscle. Like the clamps, the ache from the plug brings a blip of pain.
But it’s so intense as I clutch at the duvet and Roman’s tongue flicks patterns onto my clit that soon I’m moaning. I’m caught up in body-racking waves as the plug sinks deeper and spreads me wider.
“Yes, kitty cat,” he praises. “Look at how your tiny little hole takes it. You are doing so well. Your pussy deserves a reward.”
I cry out as Roman flips me over and wrenches my pussy toward him. He plants his face between my shaky thighs, resuming his efforts with a ravenous hunger. I come within seconds, right into his mouth.
The pleasure is indescribable. It becomes my world as the room turns fuzzy and I feel like I’m floating.
“It’s too much,” I sob while he sucks at my clit. “Roman, it’s… oh my god!”
My second orgasm slams into me only moments after my first. He’s lapping away at my sensitive, swollen pussy and jerking the plug in deeper, then drawing it back before repeating the motion all over again.
I’m flushed, covered in a dew that feels well-earned.
But Roman’s nowhere near done with me.
He kisses my soaked, spasming pussy a final time, then rises to his knees. He pops open the button of his pants and drags down the zipper. I can barely process who I am, where I’m at, and what’s happened to make my body scream in so much pleasure when he’s giving me my next command.
“C’mere, kitty cat. I want those pretty plump lips on my cock.”
We’ve played this game before. He sits in his chair like it’s a thrown and I crawl to him, always eager to give him the best blowjob I possibly can.
This moment’s no different as I slide to my knees and then crawl toward him, going slow, taking my time.
I hold his gaze as I do, letting my ass wiggle in the air in an enticing way. My head’s still reeling from my back-to-back orgasms, but I’m in character—I’m Roman’s pet about to suck the hell out of his big, fat cock.
It’s almost like a reward as I crawl to him. The chain from my nipple claims sway. The plug entrenched in my ass aches. The leather band fastened around my throat reminds me every step of the way who I belong to.
The man I love, who loves me so fiercely he fought a bratva war in my honor.
Once I reach him, I sit up on my knees and swipe my tongue at the length of him. His eyelids waver as if tempted to snap shut all the way, but he fights the urge. The onslaught of pleasure that hits him as I curl fingers around his dick and start stroking and licking.
But he has other tells—his throat tightens, his Adam’s apple a lump that bounces up and down the thick column. A light flush breaks out on his complexion, spreading far and wide from his face and ears to his tattooed chest.
I look him in the eye and spit on his dick, quickly bowing my head to use my tongue and spread it. My saliva slicks down his shaft, the flat side of my tongue licking him up like I really am a kitten.
Roman swears under his breath, his chest heaving a deep breath. “Yes, kitty cat. Make it fucking wet. Take all of me.”
His wish becomes my command as I surrender to our roleplay. I seal my lips over his dick and swallow as many inches as I can. Sucking him into my mouth, my cheeks hollow out. I let him revel in the heat and moisture and the way the saliva gleams once I come back up for air.
It’s dirty and nasty and I don’t shy away from any of it.
I suck Roman off like he ate me out, with a hunger that’s ravenous and insatiable. He doesn’t hold back from letting me know how much he enjoys it—the hoarse sounds of his moans are like music to my ears as I flick my tongue up his girthy shaft and then suck at one of his balls.
He grips the armrest of the chair tighter, then cups the back of my head. I go down lower, licking and sucking, picking up my speed the closer he gets.
His dick twitches in my mouth. His thighs clench, so muscular and hard they feel like steel as I use them as leverage. He holds onto the back of my head and starts fucking into my open mouth until I’m sure he’s about to spill right on my tongue.
Then he stops.
His breaths coming out raggedly, he orders me to stand.
“The only way I’m coming is in this pussy,” he grunts.
I yelp as he drags me toward him by the hips. The next thing I know, I’m ripped off my feet and dropped into his lap. I’m astride him as he positions his throbbing, gleaming wet cock at my entrance and wrenches me down.
Stars shoot before my eyes.
I black out for a few seconds as Roman impales me on him in one quick motion and I’m instantly fuller than I’ve ever been in my life.
The plug aches from the back while my pussy stretches in the front. Nothing but a thin wall separates them.
I gouge his shoulders with my nails, so lost it’s like I’m floating all over again. I’m so overcome that all I can do is sink my nails into Roman’s skin to orient myself and stay grounded in reality in some way.
My body thrums from the intensity of it all, my pulse speeding.
“Look me in the eye, kitty cat,” he growls, gripping me by the chin to force my attention. He’s bringing me back to him. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight. I can feel the plug. Tell me you can handle it.”
I moan as I feel him throb inside me. I’m so stuffed that words are impossible. Instead, I nod and then pout and cling to him.
My arms wrap around his shoulders and I let him take over.
Roman gropes at my thighs and demonstrates how easily it comes to him. How effortlessly he dominates as I’m lifted up and down on his dick. Together we find a rhythm where I’m bouncing on him and he’s supporting my weight.
His dick impales me over and over again, dragging me back down onto him. Pleasure pulses from inside my stretched pussy. I cling to him and cry hot tears at the intensity that racks through me.
There’s nothing else I can do as I bounce on his dick and he fills me up more than I ever imagined.
We switch up again only a moment later. Roman holds onto me as he rises from the chair and then pins me down on the bed. He slides right back into me in a forceful thrust that knocks the air out of my lungs.
My thighs are folded up and his hips become a drill. He fucks into me hard and deep until I’m coming a third time in a mess of sweat and cum. I’m a trembling, dripping, crying mess as he slides his dick in and out of me in true animal fashion.
In this moment, I’m like a kitten, body curled and folded. My cries like mewls. But Roman’s the beast. He’s the dominating, grunting beast that’s all gleaming muscle and power as he fucks me.
My achy pussy clamps down on him and drives his climax. He picks up speed as he reaches the finish line and fills me up with his hot release.
It’s always erotic watching a man like Roman come. The raw energy he exudes, the clench of his muscles, the sounds he makes, all of it adds to my satisfaction. It serves as a reminder how I alone get to see him like this.
He plants a passionate kiss on my mouth, sliding out of me. His fingers replace his dick, pushing his cum in deeper. My pussy’s so sensitive that it tingles even at a hint of his touch.
“My kitty cat did so well,” he praises, kissing his way down my throat. He unclips the clamps and blood rushes back to my stiff nipples all at once. His mouth readily replaces the clamps, lapping and sucking away.
The plug is carefully removed.
But the collar remains.
I smirk at him as he wraps his arms around me and we soak in the mess we’ve made of each other. “I don’t care what you say… after all that, we’ve worked up an appetite. My burnt lasagna sounds pretty damn amazing right now, doesn’t it?”
He releases a thick laugh and stares at me with a gleam in his dark sapphire gaze. “Fuck, how did I ever manage without you?”
“Not well,” I tease him like only I can. “But thankfully you’re mine now, so you never have to worry about it again.”
He raises both brows. “Is that so? I’m yours, devochka?”
“Yes, Zver. I’m your kitty cat. But you’re my beast.”