Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rodion
Ifind Alyona sleeping next to Roza’s crib when Z and I finally make it upstairs, her hand stretching through the bars to clutch Roza’s fingers. Gently shaking her awake, I scoop her up into my arms, saying, “Come on, love.” Her arms wrap around my neck, her head finding a comfy spot on my chest.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, yawning, and I chuckle as I carry her down the hall.
“To bathe with me and Z.” I kick open the bathroom door with my toe. The light makes Alyona’s eyes squint, and then she gasps, looking over my face and touching her fingertips to my cut lip. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse. You’ve had worse.”
“I don’t like it when you fight like that,” she murmurs. “What comes after, I like.” She adds the last bit to lighten the mood, and I kiss her fingertips as I place her on her feet.
“It’s ready.” Z comes over to help me remove her clothing, and she sighs contentedly. “I’m sorry about losing my temper like that in front of you,” he tells her, lifting her shirt and discarding it.
“It’s okay, Z,” she assures him, stroking her fingers down his face and frowning at the discoloration blossoming around his eye.
I unclasp her bra and add it to the pile, soaking in the sight of her bare tits. I love the curve of her tits, the weight of them and how rosy her nipples are, the way they pebble and tighten when the cool air brushes over them. A higher power really took their time creating her.
Exquisite.
“I love when you guys tag team me.” She exhales, smiling.
Z’s brow rises, and I bite my tongue to keep from barking out a laugh.
“I just realized how that sounds, but I stand by it.” She smirks, bumping me with her hip.
Unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs, Z freezes, bent at the knee. “Alyona.”
I look over her body where he is focused. Blue, purple bruises mar the expanse of her flesh. She’s covered in them, and there’s a bandage wrapped up haphazardly around her thigh with blood splatter discoloring the once-cream fabric.
“What happened?” I breathe, tilting her chin up to my eyes.
“Yuri.” She shrugs like it’s obvious. “He may have been old, but the man could pack a punch.”
Cupping her neck, I lower my head to hers. “Why didn’t you allow us in on this plan of yours?”
She grips my wrists and leans back into Z’s chest when he rises, sighing from the contact. “I know it sounds crazy, but I needed to do this, and the less people involved, the better it was going to work. On my own I could slip in and out unnoticed.”
“What if things went wrong.”
“It didn’t. Let’s not do the ‘what if’ game,” she pleads.
“But…”
“Shhhh.” She captures my lips, silencing me. The sloshing of water when Z gets into the tub draws her away from my lips, and she winces when she sees that my cut has reopened. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was worth it.”
“We should see to these wounds.” Lines crease her brow, and I stroke my thumb over them, smoothing away the worries etched on her face. She’s so damn beautiful, soft around our jagged edges, gentle where we are tough, perfect in all our imperfections.
“I love you,” I tell her and she beams at me, like I’m something precious, like my love is worthy of her. Fuck, how did I get so lucky?
“And I love you both. Now get in this tub so I can wash your bodies, and then we can address the wounds,” Z orders, and I wink at her when she gets that giddy look in her eyes.
Taking her hand, I help her into the tub.
She nestles between Z’s parted thighs, and it reminds me of the last time they we’re like this.
That feels like a lifetime ago. Slipping my boxers down my thighs I take the other end of the tub, sighing when the water encompasses my aching legs.
I lift up Alyona’s legs and lay them over mine.
This tub wasn’t built to contain all three of us, but we make it work.
I add a mental note to add a new giant tub to the list of things we need.
“You know we're going to need to hear every detail of how it all went down, right?” Z mumbles against her head, his hands cupping water and pouring it down her stomach.
“Fine, but Ro has to rub my feet while I tell you,” she bargains.
Picking up her foot, I pretend to bite her toes, and she giggles, and everything is right in the world again.
The muted morning light filters through the curtains, crawling up Alyona’s body as she sleeps. I moisten my bottom lip wanting to taste her.
She’s going to lose her shit.
I look at Z who’s leaning against the dresser at the end of the bed, waiting patiently, a playful grin spread across his face.
I gently tuck Alyona’s hair behind her ear, stroking a finger down the jawline, throat, and through the valley of her tits.
She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. I glance back at Z whose grin widens.
Last night, after our bath, Alyona decided she was too tired to walk down the hall, so we collapsed in a heap in the master bedroom.
Lucky for me, it has a wooden bedframe with posts at each corner reaching four feet into the air.
It’s odd, and we plan to replace it, but it’s also fucking perfect for our girl’s punishment.
Jostling her arms and getting no movement, her eyes spring open, and she wriggles her body, looking up at the cuffs securing each wrist to the bed and down at her ankles tied with belts to each bedpost. Her naked body is laid out like a serving of the sweetest damn pie.
“What the hell?” she demands, her blue eyes sparking with fire.
I waggle a finger down at her. “I warned you what would happen.”
“Z?” she says helplessly.
He chuckles, rubbing his hands together.
You’ll get no help there.
“Now, because of my cut lip, Z is going to feast on your pretty pink pussy, and then if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you until you see stars,” I tell her. When her mouth pops open and then closes, I chuckle. “I think she likes that idea.”
“Good.” Z wastes no time crawling onto the bed between her spread thighs.
“I’ve never really prayed with real belief before, Alyona,” he says, his voice thick with lust, and it makes my limbs heavy.
“But when I’m between these thighs it makes me believe there must be gods.
” Dropping to his elbows, he slides his hands beneath her ass, bracketing her hips, “And I’ll worship you as mine.
” He swipes his tongue through her folds, eliciting a moan from her lips.
She attempts to move her hips up to get more friction, but he grips her firmly.
She whines causing us both to laugh, I lay beside her and palm her tit, stroking my thumb over the rose bud watching her as pleasure takes control of her features.
He feasts on her until she’s a quivering mess, sweat beading over her skin like raindrops. Fisting my cock, I stroke up the shaft and kneel before her.
“Let me taste you,” she begs, and I deny her. Even though it kills me to do so.
My movements speed up with Z’s, Alyona’s chest rising and falling, her hands clutching at the restraints.
I pump my cock hard and fast, warm tingles spreading up my spine, and flooding through my veins.
Hot ribbons of cum spurts over her tits, chest, and face, and she swipes her tongue out to taste it.
“Such a defiant little slut for my cum,” I admonish.
“I think she’s ready, Ro,” Z growls, getting to his knees.
He plunges two fingers into her wet pussy.
The sounds of her juices against the friction of his fingers make my cock twitch and find its second wind.
Pulling his fingers free, they glisten with her arousal.
“Taste.” He slips them into my mouth and we all groan.
Swirling my tongue over his fingers, I suck them clean and then growl, “My turn.”
Kissing up her body, Z sucks on her bottom lip and then whispers, “They say you should worship twice a day.”
“At least,” she pants trying to recapture his lips but fails when he grins and moves off the bed.
Her eyes lock with mine as I position myself between her thighs.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my fat cock inside your slutty pussy, Alyona?” I tease, lining up the tip with her glistening hole.
“Yes,” she says, biting her lip and tilting her head to watch my cock at her entrance. “Fuck me, Ro.”
“Say please,” I taunt, caressing the tip along her slit to her sensitive clit and back again.
My lust to be inside her beats like a drum throughout my body but there’s nothing quite like edging her.
“I need you now,” she pants, rotating her hips and trying to force me inside.
“We’re going to have to work on your begging,” I scold, moving my cock up to her ass. “Should I take your naughty little ass instead?”
“No, please fuck me, Ro.”
“Where?” I demand.
“My pussy, fuck my pussy.”
“Hmmm, okay.” I ram balls deep into her soaked pussy, falling over her body, and bracing my hands on either side of her head.
Her walls squeeze my cock, and her scream sends an electric current pulsing into me.
Her eyes slam shut, and when they reopen, there’s no color left.
Desire has stripped it away, and what’s left is basic, carnal need.
“Where’s Z?” she pants, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“Is he fucking you, or am I?” I ask, and her brow puckers.
“You.” She’s breathless, the pink flush creeping up her cheeks highlights the cum there. She’s all fucking mine right now. I own her.
“That’s right, me. So scream my name like a good fucking girl.” I pull all the way out and then slam back in, tilting my hips and fucking her deep and hard. And when she screams my name, she does it like it means something.