Chapter 10
Rurik
Our eyes were daring the other to look away, but from the moment I met the twenty-three-year-old, she had been challenging me. I was using our children as leverage to back her into a corner, but by the look of things, I did the right thing by locking away their passports.
Grains of rice fell out of her mouth, and she was blindly stabbing at the plate with her fork, making a mess, but she didn't look away. She looked so feral that I almost smiled. The fire in this woman made me want to fuck her and simultaneously whip her ass raw. If she tried to take my children and leave, she would promptly see a very different side to me.
“You will be on a strict diet to help you produce more milk,”
I said with a smirk. “Only the best for me and my babies.”
When her right eye began to twitch, she finally looked away. I couldn't wait for her to wear her full Hucow outfit. That would knock the sass right out of her.
“You know, I would have thought you learnt your lesson,”
I said casually, but her head snapped up, and she scrunched her eyes up suspiciously at me. “Still not on any birth control. It’s as if you're begging to be bred.”
“Why the fuck should I pollute my body with chemicals and hormones?”
she snapped at me, tossing the fork down like an errant child. “Why don't men take the responsibility?”
“I did. Look what happened.”
I said, raising my hands before shrugging my shoulders.
“That condom burst because you were hammering away at me like a rabbit on crack,”
she said before pointing to my dick. “That thing needs to come with some kind of international health warning.”
She began to mutter about internationally diseased dicks.
“The more you misbehave, the longer you stay down here. I suggest you speak to me with respect. You do want to see the children, don't you?”
“This could have gone down very differently, Rurik,”
she said with anger blazing in her eyes.
“Let me lay the rules for the milking room. When you are in this room, you refer to me as Owner or Sir. If you are fully dressed as a cow, you will only moo unless I give you permission to speak. You obey every instruction I give you. If you can't adhere to the training process or consistently disobey, then I will punish you according to your crime.”
“I need to be with the twins,”
she said tightly.
“And you will…once you complete all your training to my satisfaction. I will give you some time to mull it over. Orla will be here tonight. If you try and get her to help you in any way, she will be on the next flight home, and I will hire a new nanny,”
I said, watching her eyes widen at that piece of information. “I know everything, Mariya.”
“B-but she will suspect something is wrong.”
“Then it’s up to you to convince her.”
I gathered everything up, leaving her with a bottle of water and left her in the room. She needed to stew a little before I let her see the twins.
***
The routine was working out great, but as the evening grew close, I could tell from the way they kept looking at the doorway and how they huddled together that they missed their mother.
“Do you want to see mama?”
I asked them, and both little heads turned towards me before nodding.
I kept them busy all day. They were tired from the travelling and their activities. They explored the house and had fun swimming and playing. All three of us. The initial part of my plan was always doomed to be tough, but my long-term vision for the future was a prize for all of us.
“Come here and give Daddy a big cuddle,”
I said as I knelt on the floor and watched my children run toward me.
I scooped up their little bodies and twirled them around, listening to their sounds of delighted laughter, taking in the fresh scent of the outdoors and their baby shampoo from them.
We would be one big happy family once Mariya adjusted to her new role.
***
When I pressed my thumb on the keypad, I heard the door unlock, and I pushed it open to see Mariya sitting on the bed with her head on her knees. She looked up slowly, but there was no anger in her eyes or body language—only defeat.
“It’s time to feed them,”
I said, walking toward the bed to toss her the dress.
I chose a one-piece wrap-around dress that would have easy access to her breasts. She caught the dress in the air before she quickly stood up to put it on while I pulled out the key for her collar. When the silence stretched between us, I moved closer to unlock her collar.
“You can't do this. Tatiana and Alexei need me. I’m their mother,”
she whispered as I unlocked her collar.
“They have you for now. I explained my terms to you, but I am aware of why you escaped your arranged marriage and your family. I am aware of how long you have been fighting alone. Submission does not mean that you lose your strength,”
I said smoothly while pushing her golden strands of hair back. “I won't deny that my reasoning is also for selfish purposes. To spend time with the twins alone. I want to make up for the lost time. For them to see me as their father.”
Her shoulders were tense, and the arms she had crossed over her chest in a protective manner were tight, with her nails digging into her arms.
“Think about it,”
I said, dropping my voice to a low, almost soothing tone. “If you submit to this. If you let me train you, you’ll have more time with them. More than just a few minutes here and there. You’ll have the freedom to move through the house—to be with Alexei and Tatiana whenever you want. Isn’t that what you’ve been fighting for?”
Her eyes flicked to his, and I saw the conflict there—the suspicion, the fear, but also the desperate longing.
She wanted to believe me, but she didn’t trust me.
Not yet.
Her breath hitched, and she looked away again, but I could see the tears welling in her eyes.
I stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat of her body, to see the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath.
“This isn’t about control,”
I said softly, though we both knew it was a lie. “It’s about taking care of you. About giving you what you need, even if you don’t realise it yet. Let me help you, Mariya. Let me take the weight off your shoulders.”
For a long moment, she was silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. Then, slowly, she nodded, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “Fine,”
she whispered. “I’ll do it. But I want more time with them. Promise me.”
I reached out, my fingers brushing against her chin as I tilted her face up to meet my gaze. “You’ll have it,”
I said, keeping my voice firm. “But only if you prove yourself. Only if you give yourself fully to this.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deception. But I was careful, my expression unreadable. I had her now, and we both knew it.
“Good,”
he said, stepping back. “Then we begin tomorrow.”