Zeno gulps, it’s so obvious even in this dim lit room. “I do. I vow to protect the Bratva with my life,” he states.
His eyes tell the truth, he isn’t lying, and yet I think this man is strong enough, stubborn enough, that he would fight even me if he felt strongly about something. This is the kind of man we need as a leader—eventually. If he has the drive and patience to earn his way up the ranks, he will indeed be an asset.
“Nikolai,” I call out.
The man pushes himself off of the wall he’s been leaning on this entire time and makes his way over to us.
“Take this man to his training. He and his brother will stay separated until I instruct otherwise.” Zeno’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth but smartly closes it, his jaw going tight as he clenches it. I smirk down at him, daring him to say something, but he wisely does not.
Turning my back to him, I leave Nikolai to his training. I will have weekly reports on both boys from now until they finish their training sessions. Then, I will decide how to deal with them from that moment on. Until then, they will be out of sight, out of mind for me.
Making my way to my car, I slide in the backseat giving my driver a flick of my wrist, a silent order to drive me back to my office. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I click on the security app and find the camera that I know is attached to the playroom.
The room comes into view, and I cannot contain my smile. My Raisa is there. Her breakfast tray gone from earlier. She’s kneeling in the center of the room, her palms on her knees and her head bent. I can tell she’s breathing heavily from the way her torso rises and falls with each breath. Her breasts are heavily weighted, the weights tugging on her nipples causing my cock to strain at the beautiful sight.
“Take me home,” I demand to my driver.
The office will wait.
Work will wait.
My Raisa will not.
CHAPTER NINE
RAISA
I’ve never been so turned on that my entire body physically aches. Parts of me have ached before, but they were quickly relieved. This is something different, it’s like nothing that I have experienced before—Sergei is like no master I have ever experienced.
I inwardly smile as his name rolls around inside of my head. I love it. I love knowing this piece of him, it feels like a delicious secret I have with only myself. I hear a loud bang and instantly lift my head. My pussy clenches, it’s wet and needy. The wild look the man in front of me is giving isn’t helping my desires, in fact, it’s making me ache even more.
He takes a step inside of the room, slamming the door closed behind him before he marches up to me. I don’t move, his eyes have me pinned to my spot, unable to do anything but stare up at him. Silently, he reaches down, wrapping his hands around my waist as he picks me up.
My legs widen, wrapping around his lean hips, his mouth crashes against my own and his tongue fills me. I moan as Sergei moves us around the room. I’m lost, my eyes closed as he consumes me. My ass lands hard against something, as he moves his lips from my own.
“Free me, krasotka,” he groans, his mouth moving to my neck.
Quickly, I reach between us, unbuckling Sergei’s pants, and unbuttoning before I unzip them. He removes his hands from the backs of my thighs and shoves his pants down. With a growl, he aligns his cock with my center and drives into me.
My head falls back when he fills me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hold onto him. He doesn’t speak, there are no instructions. This is nothing, but pure animalistic fucking, it’s different from anything he’s given me before.
Sergei moves his hips, pounding into me, making the dresser that I’m perched against rattle and shake with each thrust. I whimper as he controls me, his hips moving at a pace I never thought possible. His strokes are quick and hard, a frenzy of his body moving into mine. I’m panting, my breasts feeling even heavier than I thought possible.
“Come, Raisa. Come all over me, I want to feel you,” he groans, his face buried against my neck.
My eyes close, my head falls, and I moan as my breasts press against his chest. It should hurt, the way the weighted clamps tug even more against his body. It doesn’t hurt. It sends a surge throughout my entire body and my belly unfurls as the orgasm slowly moves through me.
“Fuck,” he curses.
His movements become even more erratic until he stills, and I feel his cock grow, then twitch with his own release. His lips touch my neck, then his tongue before he gently sucks on my skin just above my collar.
“I shouldn’t have come home early,” he rasps against my neck. “I should have gone to my office, but you are too goddamn tempting, krasotka,” he breathes.
I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him a little closer to me, biting back the groan as my breasts press against his chest again. “I am glad you came for me, Master,” I truthfully admit.
Sergei lifts his head, his blue eyes looking down at me. He lifts his hand, cupping my jaw before his thumb traces my bottom lip, a move I’ve noticed he enjoys.
“You are indeed, truly unexpected, Raisa,” he says sounding baffled.
I smile slightly, my eyes searching his blue ones, matching his own gaze as he moves over my face. “This feels very, different,” I admit.
His lips tip up into a smile and he shakes his head. “Such a treat for a man like me, Raisa. You have no idea.”
Chancing making a move of my own, something I haven’t been allowed to do in years, I lift my hand and cup his cheek. His scruff is rough against my palm, but I enjoy it, especially since I know how it feels between my legs.
“Is this real?” I ask. He frowns, tilting his head to the side, obviously confused by my question. “You, me, all of this. Is this all real? It isn’t some kind of false security, is it?” I ask.
I don’t expect him to tell me the truth if it isn’t real, but somehow, I think hearing his words, they may put me at ease for having the feelings that seem to be bursting inside of me. A slow smile, almost devilish, appears on his soft lips.
“This is real, Raisa. It’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt.”
My breathing stops, as does my heart. His words, the fierceness in his eyes, and the expression on his face it is everything. I blink a few time’s trying to collect myself before I speak.
“I will never be normal,” I whisper.
His smile widens even more, and he actually chuckles which causes him to slip from inside of me. I drop my gaze to the ground and my hand from his cheek. He moves his fingers to beneath my chin and guides my head back, his laughter gone, as is his smile.
“I am not normal, krasotka. I will never be normal. We will never be normal. What we have now, it will not change much as the years go by. I crave kink. I crave control, and you little Raisa, I will always be your owner. Even if other aspects of our relationship change. That will never change. You being cuffed and collared, that will always stay constant.”
I blink before my lips twitch in a smile. “That sounds like a good life, my master.”
“Sergei,” he grunts.
My chest seizes, he’s given me his name and just the mention of it comes with the permission to use it. I know my boundaries, I will not be able to use it freely, but I will be allowed to call him by his name. A thrill rushes through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Sergei,” I repeat.
His eyes close slowly and I think I’ve made a grave mistake by saying his given name. When they reopen, that fire he had when he first entered my room, it’s back tenfold. “Fuck. You saying my name, it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m fifty-five and its one of the sweetest sounds I’ve experienced,” he grunts. “May have to change the rules of our play, krasotka.”
I’m not sure what to say, I can’t deny that hearing that and the thought of being able to use his name as freely as possible, it’s almost overwhelming. I think about his age, the fact that he’s thirty years older than me, it’s nothing but a fleeting thought. It d
oes not matter. Not in the slightest.
“Does this mean that I can call you Sergei, freely?” I ask, hesitation clear in my question.
He lifts his hand, hooking his finger in the ring at my neck before he tugs me close to him, my breasts smashing against his chest. I hiss at the sensation, my pussy becoming wet all over again, and not because his release is still inside of me, but because the pain feels that amazing.
“Yes, Raisa. You may call me Sergei, freely. I should not allow it. You’ve already worked your way beneath my skin, krasotka.” His lips touch mine, hard and brutal, which only causes me to become wetter.
Two fingers enter me, and I whimper against his mouth, his tongue fills me at the same time his fingers curl inside of me. He slowly fucks me with his fingers, then releases my lips, once I’m a needy greedy mess again. He lifts his hand, painting my lips with his release. I don’t make a single move, my eyes stay connected to his own, waiting for further instruction.
“Pretty,” he rasps. He lifts his other hand and I hear the sound of a picture being taken as he holds the phone up in front of me. “Captured for my personal use,” he chuckles.
Slowly, he removes the clamps from my nipples and I gasp at the sensation when they’re finally free. They are so sensitive, and when he blows against them, my thighs shake as I moan. His lips touch one, then the other in gentle kisses. Then, he nips them, and I can’t stop my hand from flying to the back of his head, gripping his hair with my fingers.
Sergei lifts his eyes to look up at me. “I cannot stay. I have to get back to work. Take a shower, clean up for my visit tonight. Re-clamp yourself after your shower,” he instructs.
I watch as he takes a step back from me, my hand leaves his hair, but I want to beg him to stay. I don’t want him to leave me, not like this, not a needy mess, not ever. Sergei picks his pants up from around his ankles, tucking his shirt in and fastening them as he keeps his gaze directly on me.
“I know you do not wish me to leave, and trust me, if I could stay here with you I would, Raisa. Do not become a spoiled little brat on me. I prefer you just as you are, my compliant, submissive little pet,” he rasps.
Closing my mouth, I nod. I understand his words, his warning, for what it is. He doesn’t want a brat, he doesn’t want someone defiant, and he doesn’t want me to become that way by allowing me some freedoms. I want to stay his, so I will behave any way he wishes me to, and I will forever be his submissive slave.
SERGEI
I didn’t want to leave. Not with her being a sweaty, mess spread on that dresser. I had no choice. Work is work, and I must stay on top of my job. If I don’t, someone could attempt to overturn my reign as Pakhan. I will not allow that to happen, not until I’m good and fucking ready to hand down the reins.
“Boss,” a voice barks in my ear. I grunt. The only answer I wish to give at the moment. “We got a problem with a shipment.”
“I’m on my way,” I announce.
Glancing back at my home, I lift my gaze up to the playroom. I know she’s there, naked, showering and preparing for my return. Waiting for me. She will always wait for me, my pretty little slave. It should feel so wrong.
It’s always felt a little wrong in the past with other slaves, with the mother of my daughter. However, with Raisa, it only feels right. No other shame or guilt flows through me when I think of the woman I have held captive in my playroom.
Good. Right. Mine.
Those are the only thoughts I have when Raisa crosses my mind. I shake my head, slipping into the backseat of my car. I tell the driver where to take me as I sit back and think about Raisa, about the woman who I was supposed to save and retrain, a woman who needed neither thing. She’s strong and she’s trained to perfection. As if she were being trained just for my pleasure, she ticks every single box of my desires.
CHAPTER TEN
RAISA
Saturday.
It’s finally Saturday.
I only know because Sergei slept in the bed above me last night. He said he wanted to wake up with me on his day off, our day together. I can’t believe it’s finally here. It feels like it’s taken a lifetime. I sigh, tucking my hands beneath my cheek. I’m curled up on my pillow, staring at the cage across from me, and hoping it will be opened soon.
Reaching behind me, I rub my ass and hold back the moan. I’m sore. A few days ago, Sergei came back after he fucked me against the dresser and he found me exactly where he had requested. On all fours, straddling the spanking bench. He hooked my ankles and wrists to the bench then used a paddle to spank my ass until tears streamed down my face, and my wetness dripped down my thighs.
Then, he wrapped his hands around my hips and slowly fucked me, making me beg to come. It was beautiful. My heart practically exploded when he ordered me to say his name when I came. My body shook as I sobbed out his name. I never thought that I could be happy, that this life would give me any sense of relief and safety, yet, with this man, I have it all.
I hear movement from above me and I hold my breath, my eyes watching the cage, waiting for him to open it. I hear the bathroom door close, then water running with what I recognize is the shower. I wait, my body revved up and ready for what this day promises. Pleasure, a lot of pleasure, and sunshine.
A few minutes later, the cage is opened, and Sergei calls for me to exit. On my hands and knees, I crawl out to him. Once I’m out from beneath the bed, I sit back at his feet and tip my head back.
“Go and take care of your bathroom business, shower, and then come back to me for breakfast,” he winks.
I do as asked, wordlessly leaving him and crawling toward the bathroom. I try not to move too quickly; my excitement is beyond anything I’ve felt before so it’s hard not to stand up and rush to get ready for the day.
I hurry through my routine. I’m sure that Sergei is laughing at me, at my anticipation and enthusiasm, but he doesn’t understand how long it has been since I’ve felt the sun kiss my skin, or touched the grass, or smelled a flower.
Once I’m finished, I crawl toward him, practically vibrating with excitement. When I arrive at his side, I sit back on my knees and heels. Looking up at him, I see his wide smile and he shakes his head, just as I knew he would.
“We’re having breakfast outside, krasotka. Would you like that?” he asks.
I nod, unable to speak. He stands, and I watch him walk over to the bed. He tugs something off of the bed and walks over to me. It’s a very small dress and I look up at him with confusion clearly etched on my face.
“The chef has seen you naked more times than I would prefer. I do not wish the rest of my staff to see you,” he announces as he stands in front of me, the fabric in his hand.
I reach up, taking it from him before I slip it over my head. It’s a strapless tube dress, it won’t hide much from anyone, but if it makes him feel better, then I’m glad for it. He reaches down, and I hear something clip against the ring at the back of my collar.
“The floors aren’t soft enough for your knees. You’ll walk, but at my side,” he states.
Standing up slowly, I tip my head back to look up at him. Pressing my hand to my belly, I chance leaning my head against his shoulder. He hums. But doesn’t correct me or admonish me for the move. He begins to walk, and my excitement diminishes as my anxiety begins to take over.
Once he’s past the threshold, I stop, my feet just on the inside of the room. “Raisa,” he calls.
Lifting my gaze to Sergei’s tears fill my eyes. “I’m scared,” I admit.
It’s been so long, so so long, since I’ve done anything other than sit and wait, fuck, sleep, and wait for more of the same. I don’t know what to do, and the unknown is exciting but scary. I’m terrified.
“It is breakfast on the back patio, krasotka. We’ll eat, relax a bit, then walk around the grounds. You will never leave my side, not for one second.”
I nod, knowing that his words are supposed to comfort me. They don’t. I force my foot to take a step, then
my other to move as well. One-by-one, step-by-step I slowly follow behind him. I’m being led by a leash and chain, and I’m thankful for that because without it, I don’t think I would make it this far.
The minute the breeze kisses my face, my tears fall. My knees buckle and my entire body collapses to the ground. It feels like heaven, heaven on earth.
I feel like I’m floating and then two strong arms wrap around me, forcing my face in Sergei’s warm spicy scented neck. “Shhh,” he hums, rocking me slightly.
I cry, big sobbing tears as he rocks me. Slowly, I compose myself eventually. Looking up at him, I shake my head before I speak.
“I’m sorry, I just. It’s been so long,” I admit.
He nods. “I know, krasotka. You are so brave, my girl,” he says softly. His fingers run through my hair and my eyes slide closed for a beat at the sweet feeling.
Slowly, I open my eyes again and look straight into his gaze. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“You never need to thank me, Raisa. You are mine, and it is my job to care for you,” he states. “This is part of what it means to be mine. The sunshine, the wind, and as much freedom as I allow you to have,” he winks.
Leaning forward I nuzzle my face in his neck again. “Thank you, Sergei. Thank you, for saving me,” I breathe.
SERGEI
Her words are my undoing. I am certain that this woman has created a soft spot inside of me where I didn’t know one existed. I can practically see her chipping away at the wall that I have built, and reinforced.
She’ll never make her way completely inside of that wall, but she’s already closer than any other woman I’ve had. She’s almost where my daughter resides inside of my chest, and that is a feat I didn’t think possible.
Little did I know that bringing her outside would have such an effect on her being. I knew she’d been abused, but most masters will let their pets outside, sun is needed for humans. Fresh air is needed for us as well. Katrina was correct in taking her from Zakhar.
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