by ChaShiree M.
I start breathing deep and trying to get my breathing back to normal, when I realize how ‘without’ I feel. I look to my left and then to my right and see that Mikhail is not right by me. I look toward the door and it seems Arnold Schwarzenegger hasn’t let him in.
“Mikhail, why are you out there? Come in here.”
“I would precious, but it seems I am not deemed safe enough to enter the room.” He says with exasperation. I am so confused at this point.
“Uhmm… you with the whole gym on his back. Can you let him in please? He is with me.”
To my surprise, he turns around and faces me. I know the whole room hears the gasp I let loose, but holy hell. When he focuses his attention on me. somehow, I feel I have no choice but to look at him. The thing that shocks me is how from over here and with the way the light is shining in the room, I can see the extraordinary green his eyes. They are a mixture of lime green and emerald that puts me into a trance. The problem is, if his body is made to scare people away, then his voice is made to pull people in.
“I don’t know him. And I won’t trust anyone with her.” Ok so this makes sense. My brother must have hired him.
“My brothers hired you right? Well if you call them I am sure they will tell you he is ok.”
When he doesn’t move to make the call, Kea grabs my arms and whispers “The boys didn’t hire him and even they couldn’t get through at first. The only one he seems to trust is the girls.”
Looking at her like she is crazy makes her giggle. We both know, trying to keep our brother away is the equivalent to WWIII.
“So, then who the hell is he?” I ask her.
“The one who rescued me.” If I wasn’t staring at her when she answered, I would have been able to hear the wistfulness of her words and the way her eyes twinkled a bit when she looked at him. Looking back at him, I notice that he hasn’t stopped staring at her since he answered my question.
“I don’t give a fuck who he is. If he doesn’t move and let me get to my woman, we are going to have a problem.” Oh boy. I look at Kea about to ask her to do something, when I hear Hulk Hogan say, “It’s up to you my Angel. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t let anyone near you besides your sisters; but we have yet to have the discussion of your new reality, so I will bend this once.”
“Holy shit!!!”
I forgot Quetzal was there as quiet as she is until now. But I concur with her. I look back at Kea, and she is blushing with her head down. I lean over and whisper in her ear… “is there something we need to know Kea?”
“Shut up. You two are the worst. I just got here. Now look, I am tired, and I know you guys want to talk and see about me, but as you can see I am fine. I want to take a shower and wash off the filth and lay my head down for a while and sleep. I promise I will call you both tomorrow and we will go to lunch or something. And I will tell you everything. OK?”
My instinct is to tell her no and plant myself on the floor and not move. But I know she needs some time to process and I need to get Mikhail out of here before my brothers come back, now that I think about it.
Reluctantly, I look at Kea and say “Ok, but only because I love you. You better call me in the morning.” I kiss her and get up. I walk around the behemoth in room and to Mikhail, who grabs me and holds me like he hasn’t seen me in days. I see Quetzal walking our way and we all walk out together. After kissing her goodbye and promising to talk tomorrow, we part ways and I follow my man to the car. It’s not until I sit in the seat that I realize it is 3:00 in the morning and I am exhausted.
At least I can sleep without being afraid now. I have my own personal bodyguard and his name is Mikhail.
“FUCK!!!!!” I roar out loud as I push all the papers off my desk. Running my fingers through my hair, I cannot help but feel the frustrations of the past two weeks. What should be the happiest time of my life is quickly turning into a rigorous battle to stay afloat.
Two weeks ago, if you would have told me I would be here, still trying to clean-up the final obstacle to cementing my claim on Phoenix, I would have laughed at you and said, “Well you don’t know me.” Now it appears, I don’t know myself and that is a fate worse than death.
After going to see Phoenix’s sister Kea that night, it’s like the final shield blocking her from me was lifted. In its place is a light, carefree, sexually adventurous young woman who wants to try everything. The day following Kea being rescued, I moved Phoenix out of the dorm, and into the house I built for us. This seems to have made her feel more secure as well.
She immediately started decorating one room at a time and putting her mark and soul into the house. I love it. She has started telling me more about what Olaf did to her. Every time she opens, I want to throw up first and kill everyone next. The only reason I am even able to sit upright after these conversations is because I know for a fact that he didn’t get as far as actually raping her with his dick. My dick still remembers the pleasure.
Tonight, we are having a dinner for her to finally and formally introduce her siblings to me. I have yet to meet her brothers because right after Kea’s rescue, they left town to follow a lead on their father and didn’t get back till last night.
I fully expected them to be at the door the minute they got back, but I overheard her on the phone begging them to wait until tomorrow and they relented. She has seen her sisters almost every day, but she has forbidden anyone from coming here until she has the house exactly as she wants it. Like I said, she is coming into her own, bit by bit and I relish that I am the one bringing it out in her.
The only eclipse in our happiness is the final deal I need to break, and that is proving elusive. I don’t like elusive. I have tried to avoid all things illegal and distasteful, but with this I might have to break my own rules.
Phoenix and I are going out of town next week and I fully intend to propose to her while we are away. When we begin our new life as husband and wife, I want nothing from my past interfering with my future.
Time to get the twins on the job.
“Mikhail. Mikhail, where are you? Mikhail? Mne nuzhna vasha pomoshch`.”
That’s the other thing. She has taken it upon herself to try and learn my native tongue. Though I keep telling her it is unnecessary, she insists. She says she wants to know what all those words are that I call her.
When she finally figured it out, I think is when she realized I have been in this for the long haul from the beginning.
The sex we had after she learned those words was fucking mind blowing. My little mouse turned into a Kitten and attacked my dick with her mouth like it was her last meal. Her innocence in such an act was evident, but the enthusiasm coupled with the fact that it was her, was enough to drive me out of my damn mind. I came within minutes like a fucking teenager and I would do it again to see her mouth bruised and swollen from swallowing my dick. As well as the gigantic smile on her face from her triumph.
“Yes, Myshka. What do you need?” I ask wrapping my arms around her.
“Can you grab the hens out of the oven and make the salad for me? We only have 30 minutes until they arrive, and I want everything perfect and finished before-mmmm… Mikhail, no…”
With my hand making its way down her pants, I cut her off with a whisper, “Thirty minutes is more than enough time for me to have dessert early don’t you think?” Backing her up against the counter, I sit her on top of it and kiss her with all the love, adoration, and possession I can muster.
As usual, despite our time constraint, she is always with me. A more than willing participant, no matter what we are doing or where we are. I slide my tongue inside her mouth, dueling with hers letting her play a little before I have had enough and suck hers into my mouth. With no possible way to control the moan and growl, I push her pants down to the ground and drop to my knees.
“Put your hands behind your back and your legs on the counter. Spread em baby. Time for me to eat.”
“Mikhail, we don’t have time for this…” That’s all s
he gets to say before I start licking her delicious pussy. I swipe it up and down and repeatedly. Making sure to breathe her in so I can’t smell anything else. Her scent is my own personal fragrance.
Sticking my finger into her hole, I suck her clit into my mouth as I pump my finger in and out making sure to rub against her spot. In no time at all, she is rocking back and forth against my tongue seeking her release. There is nothing I love better than watching her go over the precipice, knowing it was me who took her there. I can feel how close she is by the contracting of her walls and I work harder to get her there. I love nothing more than for her to gush all over my face.
“Oh God. Yes Mikhail. Please, please don’t stop. I’m there. Harder. Oh shit… oh shit… Mi-Kaaaai-llllll…”
“Yes…baby. I’m here…its ok…let go… I got you. I always got you. Cum, Phoenix. Flood my mouth with your salvation… give me life baby… CUM!!!!”
And just like that, she cums all over my face and I cum in my fucking pants. I continue to lick her slowly not willing to leave her yet, but also trying to help her come down. When she finally stops shaking and her breathing returns to normal, I kiss my way back up to her mouth before helping her jump down and fix her clothes.
She goes to walk away from me, but I have the urge to pull her into me and just hold her for a second. Having her in my arms, is like the sweetest serenade. I can feel the music flow through me, filling me with happiness and a kind of warmth I have never known before. She is the answer to everything and I intend to keep her.
By any means necessary.
“Go in the bathroom baby and get cleaned up. I must run upstairs and change because somebody made me jizz myself. Naughty little Kotenok.” She giggles at my predicament and though I am a mess, I would do it all over again to hear her ecstasy as it overtakes her, followed by her happy carefree giggle.
Upstairs changing, I am mentally going over all I must do in my head when I hear the doorbell ring.
Shit.
To say I am not looking forward to meeting her brothers is an understatement, but I might as well get it over with because they will be a part of my life whether I like it or not.
Walking into the foyer, I am astounded by the number of people in my home. I don’t have gatherings, parties, and dinners and shit. I like my space, my privacy. Amazing how a little waif of a person can change so much in so little time. I immediately recognize her sisters as I walk down the stairs, though I haven’t formally met any of them.
“Mikhail, these are my sisters: Fae, Kea, and Quetzal.”
I walk up to Fae first, since this is my first time seeing her. I grab her hand and go to kiss it, when a man I didn’t even notice, grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her back to his front; wrapping his arms around her burgeoning belly in a display of possessiveness that I recognize. Because I feel and would react the same way with Phoenix. So instead, I extend my hand for a shake.
“Fae. It is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard so much about you from my Myshka.”
“Yes. I have heard quite a…bit about you as well.” She says with a smirk.
Lifting my eyebrow, I look at my woman and she turns beet red confirming what I already knew. She talks to her about our sex life. Not that I am embarrassed or anything, but surprised. I follow up the line and shake the hands of the rest of her sisters. Each one beautiful and full of life, but none as gorgeous as my Phoenix. Her light shines brighter than any I have ever seen. She alone is the sun in my dark sky. Guiding me, showing me how to get home.
Finally, she begins to introduce me to the men in the room. An instant thought rushes into my head; all her brothers look like some version of Mr. Clean. I mean seriously. Standing in my foyer with their arms crossed across their overgrown chests, tatted and shit. Trying their best to intimidate me. The thing is, growing up in an orphanage in mob ran Russia, I learned a lot about intimidation and cowardice. They will find soon that neither of those things will sway me.
“Mikhail, my brothers Braxton, Lief, Apollo and Jairo and my brother in-law Ren. This is his security and best friend Lucca and of course you remember Colton.”
“Of course. Colton, welcome to my home. Nice to meet the rest of you. Welcome to our home.” I say as I pull Phoenix into my side. I want them to see us as a unit. They need to know right here and right now that, THIS is her home and she is not going anywhere.
We all descend into the dining room and take our seats. Phoenix has already set the food out on the tables and though everything looks great, you can cut the tension with a dull blade.
Mikhail/Phoenix
Sitting at the table and looking at everything she has done, I feel immense pride and desire. My woman knows how to cook and take care of her man. Could she be any more perfect?
“This looks delicious Phe. Looks like all your hours in front of food network finally paid off huh?” Her sister Kea says with a giggle. Of course, everyone else follows suit with a chuckle or two and some of the uncomfortableness leaves the room. At least enough for us to eat and enjoy the southern feast my woman has fixed.
Though I am from Russia, I have traveled all over the world for work and I have found that nothing beats the taste of Southern food. I love when I must go to Georgia for business, where I always hit up Mama Mabel’s Southern Kitchen at least three times before I leave the area. It is the only place where I have ever tasted Mac and Cheese like hers and I was hooked.
Apparently my little Myshka listens when I talk, because on this table is Mac and Cheese, candied yams, greens, and cornbread casserole. I know it won’t taste like mama Mabel’s, but I will love every bit of it because my baby made it for me.
“MMMM… oh my god Phoenix. This is delicious. I don’t know how you had time to do this, with school and all, but you have found your calling. Remind me to email Guy Fieri and Trisha Yearwood and thank them.”
“Thanks Q. I was so nervous that nothing was going to turn out right, but I think I did ok.” Ok. She did fucking fantastic and I can’t wait to tell her how much. However, given we have company I will settle for a little teaser.
“You did Phenomenal, Myshka. I am very proud of you.” I say into her ear, before kissing the side of her head.
“Phoenix, after dinner, you should give me and the girls a tour. What do you say?”
She looks at me as if seeking approval. Though I understand her slight reticence, being that she is still getting used to her new life, I want her sure in the knowledge that this is her home as well as mine. She never needs my permission to invite her family and friends here and I tell as such in front of her family. Of course, that elicits sneers from her brothers and swoons from her sisters. There is no pleasing everyone.
“Petal, how is school going? You are still going right?” Hearing another man call her by an endearing name causes my jaw to clench and my hands to twitch. My immediate urge is to tell him to call her by her fucking name and nothing else. No one else gets to be endeared to her. No one else can look at her with affection, adoration, and love but me. Damn it, no one else should feel privileged enough to be in her presence, least of all me, but fuck if I can stop it now. She is my whole world and without her… without her I am nothing.
Her fucking brother knows how close to a fucking WWE brawl we are right now, with how tightly I am coiled from that shit. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s irrational. They are her brothers after all, but I don’t give two fucks. After tonight, they will know who owns her now…and forever.
Her voice and the slight brush of her hand against mine under the table brings me back only barely from the edge. But, it is enough to not have me turning her dinner party into an underground fight club.
“Yes, Brax. I am still going. I would never neglect my studies. I know how hard you guys work to make sure I do not have to take out loan and I promise to not disappoint you.” She says her voice fading off a little.
I look at her from the angle I am sitting in and from this vantage point I can see her second guessing herself
and I have officially had enough. How dare they come into our home, HER home and make her feel less than the Queen she is? I will pay them back for her fucking education and with interest. But this shit…is a no no. As I put my napkin down and about to put an end to the whole night, Apollo interjects.
“Petal, look at me.” When she raises her head, I see a single tear slide down her face and I am done. Reaching over I pull her into my arms, but in deference to her brothers, she moves slightly away from me. Not noticeable enough for anyone to see, but I feel it.
“Not a single one of us ever worries about you being a disappointment. Braxton was simply making sure, you are still going after your dreams and not getting wrapped up in someone else’s.” He says, as he shoots me a glance. I have a lot to say right now, but somehow, I feel like she needs to do this. She needs to induct her brothers into her new life…and she needs to do it herself.
“We would all happily pay for any career choice you make, as long as it is what YOU want. You understand, baby sis? We love you little Phoenix and would do all of this all over again.” All her siblings begin agreeing to the sentiment. Though my head is still pounding and blood shooting through my veins like venom right now, I can see how much their assurances means to her. And though it pains me that I am not her end all and be all… yet… I am happy for all the love and support she has.
“I know you guys are worried about me and about this” she says gesturing around her. “But I have never been so happy in my life. I will admit I know it is sudden and all. Other than being a social worker, I have always had other dreams that have nothing to do with school and I feel like I have finally found it. I love him you guys and I know he loves me. He shows me and tells me every day. I respect your position in my life as my older siblings and I won’t even bitch about the meeting I know you’re going to have in his office, because you have protected me with your love, keeping me safe and secure. So, I trust you to make your presence felt, without trying to ruin what I have found. But please understand at the end of this night, I will be staying here, in my new home, with Mikhail. He is my future.”
