Abby
If it were possible to die of happiness, I wouldn’t have survived the past few days.
Misha and I spent almost the entire weekend in his bed in a never-ending loop of sex, food, and our favorite movies and trash TV.
When my alarm for skate lessons went off Monday morning, it was like pulling teeth to get him out of bed.
We didn’t even make it on the ice. Halfway through our stretches, Misha pulled me away and took me on every surface of the locker room.
Oh well, he’s got the skating basics down by now. I knew it wouldn’t take long for someone as athletic as Misha to pick it up. A tweak here and there to his technique and some confidence was all it took. He skates like he’s been doing it for years now, and I’m so proud of his progress.
It was strange falling asleep without him last night.
On the one hand, I missed having him to cuddle up to, but at the same time, there was a peace in knowing I was still safe and cherished.
I slept like a rock, not even waking when he got into bed.
I’m not sure when he got back from his hockey awards party or whatever it was, but I woke up in the Misha cocoon I’ve come to know and love.
He’s usually the first one up, bringing me trays of breakfast every morning, so I savored the morning cuddles for as long as I could before my bladder couldn’t take it.
It wasn’t an easy task, but I managed to wiggle free from his arms without waking him and decided to go ahead and get my morning shower out of the way.
That way, I’d be nice and clean for Misha to well… get me dirty again.
After I’m showered and ready for the day, I tiptoe back into the room only to find an empty bed—
“Eeek!”
Arms wrap around me from behind, and along with my blood-curdling scream, I completely freeze up.
It wouldn’t be unlike Conor to send someone here to keep an eye on me or even torture me, especially if they saw how close Misha and I have become.
God, he would kill me with his bare hands if he knew what I was doing.
Familiar laughter fills the room, and I’m finally able to breathe.
“We’re going to have to work on your fight or flight, lesnaya.” He dips his head and nuzzles my neck. “I missed you last night.”
A trail of kisses down my shoulder and I’m putty in his arms, melting into his embrace. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“But you were sleeping so beautifully. I wanted to take you while you slept, but I didn’t.”
“You should have,” I breathe as he moves his hand from my waist to the top of my towel.
“You shouldn’t have told me that,” Misha growls, ripping the towel from my body. He bends me over the side of the bed. “Fuck, Abby, this ass…”
The evidence of his approval is clear as his erection hardens against me.
With the towel, I didn’t notice he wasn’t wearing any clothes, but now it’s obvious there’s nothing between us.
I want nothing more than for Misha to sink inside me, but instead of feeling his thick head breach me, he crouches down.
His grip on my hips is bruising as he kisses up my thighs frantically, as if every inch he misses will disappear.
He only manages to slow down to savor as he licks from my clit to my opening then moves on to my ass, this time biting and sucking so hard I know I’ll have marks.
Misha stands and moves his grip from my hips to my breasts, squeezing hard as he pulls me back against his chest. His kisses continue, this time up the back and around my neck, and I turn my head so that I can meet him.
I need his mouth on my own. I need his breath.
I need his cock. This is the longest we’ve gone in days, and my body craves his.
A wiggle of my ass is all it takes for him to get the message.
He relieves one of my breasts only long enough to guide himself inside me and bottoms out hard.
The force of his thrusts causes me to fold over the bed again, but this time, Misha follows me.
He wraps an arm around my neck, pulling me close to him, while using the other on my hip.
This angle is deep, and his piercing hits just the right spot.
The friction of the bed against my clit combined with his relentless pace have me close to release within minutes.
But that’s always how it is with Misha. Just looking at him is foreplay alone.
The sight of him has me dripping wet and aching to be filled.
It’s always like that. By the time he’s inside me, I’m already so close.
My body shakes as I reach my orgasm, and I know I’m only a few strokes away, but to my dismay, Misha stops.
“No,” he growls, pulling out of me and flipping my body around so that my back is on the bed. “You’re going to look at me when you come around my cock.”
I nod, scooting backward on the mattress so he will have room to follow, but I’m not sure how to feel as he crawls after me.
His eyes are blown with lust, a predatory gaze the likes of which I haven’t seen before.
It’s equal parts terrorizing and euphoric.
It’s magnificent, and I couldn’t will myself to look away if I tried.
Misha grabs the back of my head, my hair gripped tight between his fingers, and crashes his mouth to mine in an all-consuming kiss.
My eyes threaten to fall shut, but just before they close, he drives himself back inside me, groaning as I squeal.
Pushing himself off me just far enough so that he can see my now wide-open eyes, he chuckles deeply.
He’s playing with me now, pulling out to his head slowly, then driving into me with the strength of a god, smiling devilishly every time I gasp.
“I thought.” Thrust. “I told you.” Thrust. “To look.” Thrust. “At.” Thrust. “Me!”
The best I can give him is a nod, never breaking our gaze in the process.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head, his rhythm diverting back to normal. “Now do me a favor, sweetheart. Finish what you were about to do and come around my cock. It’s been way too long since I’ve been able to fuck my girl, and I need to fill her up now.”
With that, his pace quickens to an urgency I know all too well at this point. His body shakes with restraint. He’s as close as I am. He needs this as much as I do.
“Abby,” he growls.
His heavy breath against my ear sends shocks of pleasure straight to my core. But I fall apart before he can say anything else. I keep my eyes on him as long as I can before the wave of my orgasm takes over my body. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His release hits him right at the crest of my own.
“Oh fuck,” he groans into my ear. “Fuck, you’re…oh fuck…baby.”
His cock is still twitching when I come down from my high, and I squeeze my pelvic floor around him.
“Abby,” he growls, clearly trying to warn me with his tone.
But I don’t care. I repeat the motion several times before he makes good on his threat, driving his still hard cock deep inside my now sensitive pussy. He chuckles at my gasp.
“I warned you, girl.”
“Worth it,” I say, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey and nuzzling into his neck.
Before I know it, I’m lifted off the bed, walked to the kitchen, and placed on the island, Misha still deeply seated within me.
“Alright, beautiful, time for breakfast. We have to replenish our energy before we go another round like that.” He pulls out of me and laughs at my best pouting face. “I know, I know, but we’ll be connected again soon. In the meantime, let me make you some pancakes and bacon.”
He goes to the living room first to grab my favorite fluffy blanket and drapes it around me before getting out his cooking supplies. Smiling, I cuddle into the blanket, pulling it snugly around myself. Could this really be my life from now on? There’s no way things could be this perfect.
As if conjured by my positivity, his phone rings. With full hands, he manages to hit the answer and speak buttons and then turns back to his skillet of butter. Conor never takes calls around me, and even if he does, he absolutely never puts it on speaker.
“Hey man, what’s up? You’re on—”
“Mishaaa.”
I recognize Nikki Santori’s voice immediately and grin. I need to go ahead and tell him about Misha soon. I’m sure he would be thrilled—
“Yeah, Nikki, look, you’re—”
“Bro, what the fuck did you do to that guy last night?”
“Nikki, shhh, you’re—”
“I’ve never seen someone so fucked up before.”
“Nikki!”
“Listen, I’ve been killing around Gabri for years, and I’ve never seen anyone tortured like that. And my brother is the scariest motherfucker I know. Well knew. Who knew you were more of a monster than Gabri Santori! I know where you get your reputation from now.”
Scarier than Gabri Santori? Who the fuck am I sleeping with…
“Nikki,” Misha hisses, and Nikki finally stops talking. “You are on speakerphone, you asshole.”
“Oh, uhm…sorry, man.” Nikki chuckles nervously. “Look I gotta go…Just please don’t kill me, okay?”
The call ends with three small beeps, and the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife as we sit in silence.
I’ve known all along that Misha was a dangerous man, but to hear Nikki talk about how he tortured and killed someone just hits different.
It feels…real. And for Nikki, someone I trust, to think he’s more dangerous than Gabri?
I’ve been so deep in my sex fairy-tale fantasy that I haven’t stopped to look into Misha at all.
I trusted him because what? It felt right?
Jesus fuck Abby! Was Conor not enough to teach you better than this?
My heart beats almost clear out of my chest, and I can barely breathe all the while breathing way too fast. I know I’m seconds away from a full-blown panic attack and right here with nobody to protect me—