3. Nikolai
THREE
Nikolai
I wake up horny.
That’s nothing new, of course, but what is new is that I have a perfectly accessible outlet for my arousal that doesn’t involve my hand.
Sometimes a guy just wants to fuck.
Casual one-night-stands are great and all, but I’d started to get bored. There’s a missing connection, a spark, and I’d all but resigned myself to losing out on it until we’d found the Winters chick.
Sierra.
My hand goes to my cock, lazily pumping it as I think about the way she’d looked impaled on my dick, impaled on Konstantin’s as he takes his turn with sloppy seconds. I know he wished he had Yuri there, too; we both do. There’s just something about seeing a chick completely filled in every hole, sloppy with so much cum.
Soon. We’ll get to see that again soon.
I get up, texting Konstantin to let him know I’m awake and that I’m heading to our pretty little captive’s room. I want to see if she defied our order to leave herself full of our cum.
It’s a fifty/fifty shot. I don’t know her well enough to even begin to guess whether she’d risk being punished this early on, and while she seems to be smart enough, that doesn’t mean anything.
I grin as I think about how freaked out she’d been about us coming inside of her completely bare.
She is going to be so, so much fun to play with.
I scowl when I get Konstantin’s answering text, though. With Yuri gone these past two years, he’s had to do more, be more careful with who we trust, and that means he can’t always come and play with me.
I get dressed, having to shift my erection in my pants, then head to the room we’d designated for our little rabbit. It had all been so spur of the moment that we don’t have proper security measures in place for her, but it’s not like she’s going to jump out a third floor window or try to get past our guards unless she seriously has a hard-on for pain.
Without knocking, I let myself into her room, and I’m a little surprised to find that she’s still asleep, face down on the bed.
Surprised, but pleased, because it means I get to take her in at my own pace. I circle the bed, enjoying the way she looks sprawled across it, blankets kicked to the foot instead of covering her body. Her lips are slightly parted, which gives me more than a few ideas, and her legs are spread. I don’t see a towel or any indication that she’d cleaned herself up, which is both disappointing and satisfying all at once. Obedience is good, though, and besides, it’s not like I need a reason to rough her up.
Fuck, I’m horny, and having 24/7 access to a woman like this is intoxicating. I move closer to her, not wanting to wake her just yet, and stop just shy of actually touching her lips. It’s a close thing.
I can wake her up with my cock in her mouth, but that means the potential of teeth if she jerks awake too quickly and responds in a reflex. I can also wake her up with my cock in her cunt, an idea that has its own merits.
Decisions, decisions.
I run a hand down her back, stopping to appreciate her nice ass. It’s got just enough definition to where I’m sure she hits up the gym at least occasionally. I spread her ass cheeks and look at both of her holes. I can already imagine Yuri and I taking her at the same time, one cock in each hole, and that has my cock throbbing harder.
I frown when I realize the skin between her thighs isn’t as tacky as I’d expected. There’s no evidence of the mess Konstantin and I had made last night.
Maybe it just rubbed off naturally during the night. Maybe she actively cleaned it off.
Either way, I need to sully her all over again.
“You’re just begging for my cock, aren’t you, zaya?” I whisper.
She whimpers and shifts a little, but she doesn’t wake.
That decides it. I shed my pants and my boxer briefs, letting them fall to the floor with the thud of my phone hitting alongside them. I ignore it; I don’t really give a fuck if anyone but Konstantin decides they need me right now, and even Konstantin would be pushing it because he knows where I am and what I’m up to.
I carefully climb onto the bed, and she starts to stir. Before she can fully rouse, I get her into position, and I carefully shove my cock into her dry pussy. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it’s worth it to feel how she moans and convulses.
“Morning, zaya,” I whisper. “If you’re awake, lift those hips a little more for me.”
She doesn’t, which I’ll assume means she’s still sleeping.
Fuck, this is so hot. She’s a lot more pliant than she was last night, her body still heavy from sleep and unable to tense up against me.
I push her ass up a little more, giving me better access to her cunt. Her body shudders, and she makes noises that let me know she’s on the verge of waking up.
How hot would it be if she stayed passed out for the entirety of a fuck, though? I might need to see about getting drugs that keep her passed out. It’s not a kink I knew I had, but her ability to sleep through all of this has me thinking.
I start thrusting properly, not caring if I wake her or not. I do feel it the moment she wakes, though, because her entire body tenses and she lets out a panicked sound.
“What—” she starts, only to yelp as I bottom out inside of her. Her cunt tightens wonderfully around me as she tries to struggle, but she’s as weak as the little rabbit I’ve named her.
“Did you clean yourself up?” I ask her. I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I want to hear it from her.
“N-no,” she gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets.
She whimpers as I drive in farther into her, until I’m completely seated. Her cunt convulses around me, creating the most pleasurable sensation.
Yeah, there’s some things you can only get from chicks. Nothing like the feel of a warm pussy doing what it’s made to do.
I pull out and slam back into her, and she cries out, moving forward just enough that it almost seems like she’s trying to escape me.
I tighten my grip on her hips. “You’re not trying to avoid me, are you, zaya ?”
She bows her head so that her forehead is touching the bed, still holding on tight to the sheets. “No,” she says again, but I know better.
“You’re too smart for that,” I chide her. “Remember what you agreed to. Anything we want. Whenever we want…” I lean in and whisper with a laugh, “wherever we want.”
She tenses more at that, and I grin. Yeah, it’s been too long since I’ve fucked around somewhere new and different. It’s like something has been reawakened inside of me now that we have her, something dark and hungry, and I can’t wait to do everything to her.
Her cunt is starting to get wet, whether she wants it to or not, and I grunt in approval.
“What a great way to wake up,” I say conversationally. “Nothing like a morning fuck to get rid of morning wood, right?” I pull out entirely and drag my wet cock over her ass and pussy before lining up again.
“I… I wouldn’t know,” she says with a shudder, swallowing hard. “Please, just… I’ll give you a handjob.”
I snort. “Why the fuck would I want a handjob when I have a nice soaked cunt to play with?” I knead her hips, digging my fingers into her skin so I can leave marks. I can’t wait to leave them all over her gorgeous body.
Konstantin will be jealous.
Yuri…
I don’t know what he’ll think.
The thought gives me pause for a moment because I truly don’t know what my friend will think of us picking up a Winters girl as a whore. Still, she’s worth it for this much, at least, and he’ll get used to the idea.
Eventually.
“Beg for it,” I tell her as I slam into her. “Beg me to come inside you, to fill you up. To breed you.”
“No!” she says with a jerky shake of her head.
The idea, of course, horrifies her—but I laugh. “Do you get to tell me no?” I mock her in a sing-song. “I don’t think so, zaya . So hurry up and beg before I decide to take your disobedience out of your hide.”
“Fuck you,” she says, choking back a pained noise as I fuck into her harder.
“That’s not what I told you to say,” I chide her, slapping her ass hard. “The sooner you beg, the sooner we’re finished. And you want to be finished, don’t you?”
She’s silent for a moment, then she finally swallows hard and whispers raggedly, “Come in me. Fill me up.”
I tsk at her. “You think that’s good enough? Maybe I need to go get your mother?—”
“Breed me!” she cries out, shaking her head. “God, you’re a dick! Come in me, fuck me, breed me, do whatever makes your little black heart happy.”
“Oh, zaya ,” I say breathlessly as her words drive me that much closer to climax. Fake or not, I like the sound of them. “I will. I absolutely will. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
When I shoot into her, it’s utter bliss. She’s still so tight — but so very, very wet, too — and that forced plea just went straight to my groin. How could I not come when I have a beautiful woman begging me to breed her ?
I wait until I’m completely spent before I pull out, collapsing next to her. She tries to roll away, but I wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my chest. I get one hand on the left breast and start massaging it.
“We aren’t done yet,” I say, although I’m breathing heavily. “What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t help you come, too?”
For a moment, she freezes, then she shakes her head. “I don’t want to come. I don’t want you to touch me.”
“When the fuck did I give you the impression that I cared what you wanted?” I ask, some of my amusement melting away. She’s going to have to learn how to be more of what we want, and while sometimes I’ll want her to fight, it should be pretty fucking clear that right now, I want her to go along with this.
She stays still as I tweak her nipple, and I squeeze her breast harder before sliding my other hand down between her legs. I gather up some of her wetness, some of my cum, using that to lubricate my fingers as I start to play with her clit.
At first, her noises are pained, uncomfortable, but they steadily turn more and more panicked — panicked, before they turn into soft sighs of pleasure as she loses herself in my touch.
Yeah. I’ve still got it.
Despite all of her protests, she’s easy to get off. “Oh, zaya, zaya, zaya,” I chide as I feel her start to shake beneath my touch. “You should stop pretending you don’t want this. You may have been with boys before, but I’m a man. Kotya and Yura and I will bring you such pleasure you won’t want to say no anymore.”
She sobs, her shoulders hunching over. That has some of her black hair falling to the side, exposing her neck, and I lean in to suck another mark onto her skin.
“You should be careful of your brand,” I tell her. “Sit up. I’ll clean it and make sure it isn’t going to get infected. Be a good girl, and we’ll take such good care of you, zaya.”
She snorts but says nothing, and I pat her head before getting up.
She stays where she is, and it’s easy enough to remove the bandage and inspect the mark. Everything looks fine, and I clean it and rebandage it before turning to her with a sigh.
“Now that that’s been sorted and I’m properly satisfied,” I say cheerfully, “it’s time for breakfast and for you to satisfy your other purpose here.” She looks quizzical for a moment, and I arch a brow. “Or were you lying about your computer expertise?”
I don’t know if I want her to have lied or not.
She shakes her head, though. “No, I was telling the truth. I just need the laptop and I can start searching for what you want.”
I nod and point toward the attached guest bathroom. “Go shower. I’ll grab the laptop while you do that.”
For a split second, she looks grateful. I also notice that this is one order she rushes to obey. I snort to myself and begin wiping myself clean and putting my boxer briefs and jeans back on.
I find my phone, where I’ve gotten one text message from Konstantin.
He typed it in Russian, of course, and there’s a split second where I misread the cyrillic as latin letters. I grumble in annoyance, hating that reading Russian still gives me trouble.
Stop wasting time. Bring the girl to my office.
I type back in English, naked or clothed?
Konstantin takes a few seconds to reply, also in English, up to you .
Naked, then. It’s far, far more fun, and I’ve taken the edge off enough to where I should be able to concentrate.
“Hurry up!” I shout in the direction of the bathroom. “Kotya wants you.”
Let her think what she will of that.
After a few more minutes, the shower shuts off, and I hear rustling around as she dries herself off. I go to her, my eyes flicking over her. Her skin looks red, like she really put effort into scrubbing it clean. The area around the bandage is mostly dry though, at least, and I won’t have to redo it.
“Come,” I say impatiently.
“Clothes?” she tries, only for her shoulders to slump when I grin and shake my head .
“Nope. Everyone’s seen your sloppy pussy, zaya . What is there to hide now?”
The look she gives me is furious, but she knows better than to open her mouth, at least.
I lead her to the door and through the halls to Konstantin’s office, knocking once before letting myself in with the girl on my heels.
Sierra.
Why is it so difficult to think of her as anything other than simply zaya now?
“Reporting for duty,” I tell Konstantin. “Both of us.”
Konstantin is sitting at his desk with his two computer monitors. The laptop we took from the Winters home is next to his keyboard, already open.
He glances up at us and nods approvingly. “Good. I’ve tried to unlock this laptop, but your father did not pick your name or birthday as his password.” He motions for Sierra to approach, not once even acknowledging her nudity.
She snorts in a very unladylike fashion but approaches, for all that she tries to hide her cunt from view. She’ll get over that last modicum of modesty before long, but in the meantime, it’s entertaining to see her working so hard to hide what Konstantin is too preoccupied to look at.
“He had four children to choose from,” she says. “But he wouldn’t have been that stupid anyway. I’m going to need some software from another laptop if I’m going to crack this.”
Despite her nudity — despite her reluctance — there’s a gleam in her eyes as she looks at the laptop in something like anticipation. Is she looking forward to the challenge?
Konstantin frowns slightly. “Four children? I thought he only had three. You and the two sons. Kyran and Sean.”
I instinctively snarl at the mention of Sean Winters. He and his father had both screwed us over a few months back, and it’s only the fact that he’s now rotting in a federal prison that he’s still alive.
If he were in the same prison as Yuri, he probably wouldn’t be. He would’ve been in prime position to take Winters out .
I almost miss the pained look on Sierra’s face, but from Konstantin’s expression, he didn’t miss anything.
“My brother Neil and his family…” She swallows hard, looking away from us as her shoulders slump and that glimmer in her eyes sputters and dies. “They’re dead. They have been for a long time now.”
Good. I’m glad that bastard lost one of his sons before he lost his life.
“Perhaps it is their birthdays he chose as a password, then.” Konstantin pats his thigh. “Sit here. Show me how you will work.”
She takes a moment, as though she’s shaking something off, but I can see the haunted look on her face. It makes me curious, but I don’t want to interject to poke her about her past when Konstantin is laser-focused on work.
After her expression clears, she gingerly slides onto Konstantin’s lap. “I can’t show you much yet. There are a few things you’ll need to get.” She starts listing off programs with a growing confidence that has my interest. She either truly does know what she’s doing or she’s damn good at pretending.
I notice Konstantin’s large hands on her hips, covering the same areas mine had only a few minutes ago. He doesn’t move to fondle her, but the casual possessiveness of the position, and how small Sierra is in comparison to Konstantin, has my cock stirring.
If I hadn’t just come…
“If you have all of that stuff, I can get started today,” Sierra says.
Konstantin nods. “I’ll get you an extra laptop. But I want to remind you—” His expression turns darker, “if you betray us, there are consequences. Your mamasha. Your brother Kyran. Your little niece and nephew.”
“I understand,” she says, sounding shaky. “It may take time. I’m not saying this is going to be fast, or easy. But I told you I’d get you the info you want, and I will.”
“You’d better,” I chime in. “But then, I don’t know. Maybe we would have even more fun if you didn’t.”
“Good.” Konstantin then looks at me. “Go tell Adrian to prepare a laptop for Sierra. After that…” He slides one hand over Sierra’s bare stomach. “Perhaps we can all enjoy lunch together.”
I watch, hunger threatening to rise yet again despite the fact that I only just had her less than an hour ago. My libido doesn’t care, though, and the idea of spending lunchtime with her is more than a little appealing.
“Got it,” I say.
With one last look over our zaya’s breasts, I turn for the door.
I can’t let myself get too distracted, after all.
There is still a job to do.