by ChaShiree M.
One day as I was out scavenging for scraps of food in dumpsters and such, a rather large man steps out of a building and catches me going through his garbage. At the time I didn’t know the restaurant that the dumpster belonged to was owned by the Bratva (Russian mob).
Thinking he caught a spy who was sent by one of their enemies to return intel on them; he grabs me by my neck and took me inside.
“Yuri. Look what we have here. Caught him outside going through the trash.”
“You caught a rat Ivan. Good job.”
The man they call Yuri is around 300 lbs. and about 5’7’’ in height. He sneers at me as if proving he is every bit as vicious as he looks.
“Do you know what we do to rats?” He asks with a voice full of intimidation.
I stand there cowering with my head hanging towards the floor. Showing I am smart enough to know that whatever is happening here, I have dug my way into something bad. Trying hard not to piss myself in front of these men, but knowing I am about to any minute, when the door chimes and I hear the voice of two boys I recognize. We have never actually spoken, but on occasion they have thrown me whatever food they have decided they no longer want and I have always been grateful.
“Papa, can we have ice cream?” Asks one.
“Hey I know you. You’re the boy who is always looking for food in the alleys and other places around town. You’re from the orphanage, right? We followed you back there one day. What are you doing here?” The other asks as if this is any other day. I suppose to him it is. He is not the one about to be shot.
“You know him Vuolo?”
“Is this true boy? You’re from the orphanage?”
I could only muster a nod because let’s be honest; I am scared shitless right now.
“Well shit. The lad is probably only hungry. What do you think Yuri?”
“Fuck. I can’t just off a homeless kid.” He says. After taking a moment to assess me and determine, I suppose if I am worthy and or capable, he continues, “Fuck it. Kid you want to make some money?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then you can clean up around here every day for payment and a meal. Sound fair?”
“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”
From that moment on, every day after they got out of school the twins would come and keep me company until it was time to leave. After I was adopted the following year, we still saw each other just not in the same capacity.
Little did I know that day would change my life. In some ways for the better and in others not so much.
Once I put the food in the oven and my mind is back to being right, I went upstairs to check on my baby. She is snuggled under the covers sleeping like I told her NOT to do. My poor baby has had a big day, in more ways than one.
Looking at the one thing I have in my life that is for myself and I don’t have to compromise for, makes me feel a myriad of emotions. She is the bright spot in my life. The one and only thing that makes me feel like a regular guy, but also like a God at the same time. She looks at me as if I am 10ft tall and can protect her from all things. hit, as if I would not die trying.
Which is what makes the one thing I have left untidied, a thorn in my side. I must get the situation fixed before it touches her, and I lose her.
Fuck that.
Losing her is not an option I am willing to entertain for even a second. This shit will get dealt with. Swiftly.
Right now, though, I have to feed my angel. I reach over and run my fingers over her face needing the connection and the feeling of all her softness and the purity she possesses.
“Wake up baby. Time to eat.” After some groaning and rolling around; so fucking adorable, she finally opens those eyes of spun gold and looks at me.
“Mikhail.” She says in wonder and a whisper. Her face absolutely glows when she smiles and right now she is beaming. I want to never forget and to be cocooned in that light for the rest of my life.
“Yes precious. It’s me. Come on big baby. Let’s go eat.”
After sitting her on my lap and feeding her with my own hands, which is a test of my patience because she eats with a decadence that is erotic. Every bite, lick, and swallow are like watching porn. I know she could feel my cock thumping under her ass, requesting access if her wiggling is any indication, but he is going to have to behave for the rest of the night.
So is my Kotenok.
After cleaning the kitchen, I follow her upstairs to tell her to get ready for a bath, when I walk into the room to see her standing in front of the window without a stitch of clothing on and the insipid bottom lip in her mouth.
Wow, it is a time to start counting in Russian.
I have no idea how to be seductive or what I am doing. All I do know is I want to make him happy and I need the feelings back I had before we started talking about my past. Figuring a way to get my point across is to drop my clothes and stand here naked. I have been thinking about everything I told him and how it is out or at least partially out and now I feel I am owed some of my life back.
“Myshka, what are you doing? You need to keep your clothes on baby. I am barely containing myself as it is, and seeing you standing there bare for me is about all I can handle.”
As he walks towards me, he bends down and picks up the robe, then stalks towards me in a way that makes me feel as if I am about to be reprimanded like a recalcitrant child. He surprises me however, when he bends his head partially down and takes my beaded nipple into his mouth. Oh, yes. This is what I am after. I reach my hand down into his hair and pull him against me, because I need more of this. “Mmm…Mikhail please.”
Pop. The sound my nipple makes when it is released from his mouth is obscene and sexy as hell and turns me on even more.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because my little nymph, I am not going to take you again, no matter how much you tempt me. You have had a long day and night. You need rest. Now, get your sexy ass in that bathroom and wait for me as I run your water.”
When he says it like that, I feel warm and cared for. The fact that he is intent on keeping his word, tells me more than a little about him and how hard he will work to take care of me. Maybe I have finally found my happily ever after.
True to his word; he walks into the room, runs the water, adds stuff that smells soooo good, and then picks me up and plants me in the tub. I hate to say he is right, but the minute my body hits the water, I know he is right about me being tired and needing to take it easy.
“I will be right back baby. You relax and wait here for me. Ok?”
I look at him and see safety and what I hope becomes love; for him, because I am more than sure I am halfway there myself. Nodding my head because I am too tired to say anything with the feelings of being cocooned and warm, I slide into the water once he walks away and close my eyes only for a second. The next thing I know, I am being lifted out of the tub and wrapped in the softest robe I have ever worn.
“I cannot leave you for 5 minutes Myshka. What were you thinking falling asleep in the tub?” He says with an exasperation of agitation and shaking of his head.
“I’m sorry. I guess I was more tired than I realized.” I feel stupid not being able to do something as simple as take a bath. He is not going to want to tie himself to someone as dumb as I am. Trying to fight back the tears as I turn away to grab my clothes, when I am suddenly airborne and plopped on the bed. I refuse to look at him, not letting him see how sensitive I am and showing how inexperienced I am. But somehow, he seems to know exactly what I need. It is evident by the next words he says to me.
“I am sorry baby. You need to understand, I didn’t mean to sound upset. I am not mad at you. I am mad at myself because I knew how tired you were and should not have left you alone. The thought of you drowning in the tub because I failed to look after you, would have killed me with one slice. You are sweet, precious, and unjaded. All I want to do is wrap you in a protective bubble and keep you by my side always to be sure your safe and adored like you deserve.
Do you understand what I am saying baby?”
I do not bother hesitating or fighting the feelings and emotions his statement inspires in me. I simply tell him “Yes Mikhail. I want all of that and I want it with you.”
“Jesus, baby. I don’t know if you really know what you are agreeing to, but fuck if I am not bastard enough to take it.” He moves my hair out of my face and looks at me with such reverence.
Feeling unusually brave, I tilt my head up and place a chaste kiss on his lips. As hungry as I am for him, he is right when he says I need to rest. I am extremely tired and sluggish. However, I want to kiss him so he knows, that I feel it too.
He smiles at me but for some unknown reason the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Before I can ask him what’s the matter, he kisses me on the nose and says, “Sleep now little one. We will talk more tomorrow.” Tomorrow. It doesn’t seem so bad now.
Now I am invincible
No, I am not a scared little girl no more
Yeah, I am invincible
What was I running for?
I hear Kelly Clarkson lyrics playing in my head, but it is not until the second time it plays that I shoot up the bed with recognition. My phone. Crap. It is the ringtone my sisters and I use for each other. I jackknife off the bed and run for my phone, barely registering Mikhail asking me what is wrong. My only concern is getting to my phone.
“Hello. Hey Quetz. Yea I’m ok. What?!? Oh my god. Kea’s home. When did she… Yes, I’m leaving now. I will be there in half an hour. Shut up. We will discuss this when I get there. I love you too.”
Overcome with tunnel vision, I hear and see nothing but what I need to get out of here as soon as possible. They found my sister. Where the hell are my pants? Shoot my coat. I can’t find anything. Oh wait, I don’t have my car… ok I need my phone. Vaguely seeing Mikhail trying to get my attention out of the corner of my eye, I completely ignore his movements because it is like everything is on mute.
Running around like a chicken without a head and thinking, thank God she is alive. When I finally find my phone and start typing a request for an Uber, the phone is snatched from my hand. I stand there shocked and look at Mikhail. He looks angry, annoyed, and concerned. I know I should feel something right now, but honestly, I don’t have time for this. My need to get to the apartment to see Kea for myself has control of me and right now he is in my way.
“Mikhail, I need my phone back. I must go. I’m sorry to leave like this, but they found my sister and I must go to my brothers and sisters. I will call you as soon as I get the time. Now please give me my phone so I can go.” I say with annoyance. Who does he think he is?
Fully expecting him to give me my phone, I am surprised by the look he gives me, which says something other than that is going to happen. His jaw has a tick in it and I can hear him grinding his teeth. Feelings of apprehension and of being overwhelmed are hitting me now and I am unable to deal with him right now. I go to move around him and grab my purse, when suddenly he grabs my arms and yanks me to the bed. What. The. Fuck.
“Mikhail, let me go. Damn it I must go. You can’t stop me from leaving you arrogant son of a …”
Smack
Smack
Smack
When the hell did he flip me across his lap? Is he spanking me? I start bucking against him and emotions I didn’t expect to feel begin to rise from my stomach, building up body until it manifests itself in my eyes and I begin to cry. I don’t realize he has stopped spanking me and is holding me, because I cannot stop the tears. Not knowing what has come over me, but the feelings from the past few days have finally boiled over and my mind has had enough. What I don’t understand is why he hasn’t said anything. I pull my head from his chest to look into his eyes and when I see love and fierce devotion looking back at me, I cry harder.
I am not sure how long I sit on his lap crying and sniffling, but finally I take a breath and pull myself together. As I begin to extricate myself from his arms, his voice stops me in my tracks.
“Are you ok now baby?” I nod my head. “Do you know why I spanked you?” I shake my head. I want to ask him why, I really do, but I am still so stunned that it happened and with my reaction, that I don’t know what to say.
“Myshka what did I tell you it meant the moment I took your cherry? I told you, you are mine. To protect, cherish, love, and take care of. Did I not?”
Although I know what he is saying is true, I fail to see what that has to do with anything. Guess I should have known he would tell me.
“So, the moment the phone rang, and you answered it, you should have told me what was going on. I would have gotten up to get you there as soon as possible, but safely and calmly. Instead, you shut me out and go about half-cocked trying to do this. I couldn’t let you leave the house while you are being a hysterical like that. Remember that I told you I will protect you, even if it is from yourself. It includes spanking your delectable ass when you are not listening. Got it?”
Wow. So, this is what it feels like to have someone taking charge of your care and safety. It might sound strange, but I could get use to this.
“I understand Mikhail and I’m sorry. I was just so happy and worried at the same time and didn’t think.” His features soften as he shows me he understands by kissing my nose. “Now baby. Go get dressed and I will meet you downstairs in 10 minutes to go and see your sister.”
Crap. Maybe deep down this is what I wanted to avoid. My brothers are going to be there. Shoot. This is not good. Literally I am stuck in this spot trying to figure out how to navigate the situation.
As usual he can read my mind. He stands behind me and kisses my neck making me forget everything. Unabashedly he says,
“Don’t worry about it baby. I was going to have to meet them sooner or later and I will take care of everything. Now, stop biting your lip before I throw you on this bed and we don’t make it to your sister’s.” He smacks my ass before walking out of the room.
Well. Guess I better get dressed and prepare for WWIII. Ugg. I am so screwed.
I cannot tell you anything of the world passing me by during our car ride. Sitting here looking out the window seeing nothing, while my head is in my own world. He drives and allows me the time I need to be with my own thoughts. My mind is racing with thoughts of Kea and the condition she could be in. I wonder how much she is suffering and what I can do to be there for her and help her. Being out of it, I do not realize we have pulled up, until Mikhail unbuckles my seatbelt and makes me look at him.
“Are you ready precious? Or do you need a moment?” If this was any other time and with anyone else, I might need a moment or two. From the moment he found me, I felt as if I was brave and had more protection than ever before. When I am with him, I feel as if I can face anything because I know he will be here to catch me. I look into the eyes of the man I am falling for and lean over to give him a kiss and say what I need him to know.
“As long as you are with me, I am ok. Thank you for making me feel safe.” I lean over, kiss him on the cheek and get out of the car. Though he drove us, I know his detail is not far behind and for that I am thankful. I wait for him to reach me, hold my hand out for him and begin the journey to the front of the building.
As we turn the corner, we are both stopped in our tracks. At first, I am not quite sure what I am seeing, but when I look over at Mikhail and notice the look of amusement on his face, I know I am seeing correctly. It’s not until Quetzal turns around and spots me and Mikhail, that I know for sure, she has been keeping a very big secret from me.
As she walks to me with her arms open and we embrace, I say with the hint of a smile, “really Quetz. Lucca. When were you going to tell me about this and how long has it been going on?”
Typical Q, deflects. “Baby girl, we will talk about this later, but now is not the time and I think I should be asking you the same thing.” She winks as she walks away, and I know as soon as Kea is ok, we will be having a night of truth and confess. Great. Just Great.
Holy Shit!!!
I so didn’t mean to say that out loud. But seriously…Holy Shit! The man I see when we walk thru the door, makes my brothers look like pipsqueaks. He is massive. He stands at least 6’2’’, with the neck width the circumference of my whole body it seems. His arms are…I don’t know how to describe them. They are the size of his neck, but with muscles so corded and defined, that I am sure if they could, they would stand all by themselves.
He is covered in tattoos, as far as I can see reaching up to his neck. His arms are fully sleeved and though I cannot make out all of them, you can tell they all mean something to a man like him. I don’t want to talk about his chest. I would need four of my arms to make it even halfway around him. With his arms crossed and his legs standing shoulder length apart, he looks like the bodyguard from hell…or heaven depending on how you look at it.
I have no idea how long I stare at him, but when Mikhail whispers, “should I spank your ass for gawking now or later, Myshka?” I realize I have been remiss.
“Sorry Mikhail. I just. He just…” … “Phoenix is that you?” I hear Kea say. Saved by my sister. I do a full lap around Mr. World and run straight to my sister. “Kea. Oh my God. I am so glad your back. Are you ok? Did you see dad? Why aren’t you at the hospital? What can I do to help? Did they…” I am in a full on spiral and there is no stopping it.
“Shhh…Phoenix breath.” She says to me. “Look at me little petal. Do I look hurt or traumatized? I am fine sweetness. Just happy to see all of you.” That is so Kea. She is always positive and the cup half full type of person. I don’t think I have ever heard her complain. Not even when we were on the compound being subjected to the tortures from our dad, did I hear her complain.
