by Alexa Land
He nodded, his head against my shoulder. “I will. I promise.” Then he whispered, “I need something, too.”
“What’s that?”
He hesitated for a long moment. And then he said quietly, “I need you to tie me to your bed and fuck me hard, some time tonight. I need to feel you close to me, in me. I need that so much.”
I drew in my breath. “Ok.”
He slipped his arms around my waist and held on to me, his face buried in my shoulder. But then he let go quickly and sat up when my sisters and the boys again descended on us.
Maureen was holding her phone and said, “Robbie just texted me. He forgot his wallet and is stuck on the S.F. State campus without his Muni pass, so he needs a ride home. Sorry to cut this short, but we need to go get him.” Tippy emerged from under the table and shook himself, wagging happily as we gathered up all the bags that had come with us.
My nephews were getting tired and cranky, so Dmitri carried both of them, one little head on each shoulder, as we walked back to my neighborhood and Erin’s minivan. They cried when he put them in their car seats and Brennan demanded, “We want to see Uncle Jamie and Uncle Meaty again soon!”
I burst out laughing at that, and said slowly to Brennan, “Dmitri.”
“I said that! Meaty!” Brennan insisted, crossing his chubby arms over his chest.
“Close enough,” Dmitri said with a smile, ruffling Brennan’s hair.
“Bye, Bro. We’ll be there on Sunday,” Erin told me.
“Sunday?” I echoed.
“Yeah. You know: when you and Dmitri face the Nolan firing squad.”
“Oh God,” I said, running my hands over my hair. “You don’t have to come. It’ll be worse with an audience.”
“You’re going to need some people in your corner,” Maureen said. “So we’ll be there.”
“I’ll get a sitter for the boys though, so Dad doesn’t teach them a lot of colorful new words,” Erin said, giving me a quick hug and then shocking me by giving Dmitri one as well.
Maureen did her one better, kissing first me and then Dmitri on the cheek before telling him, “It was great meeting you. And it’s time you told my brother what you told Jess.” Then she winked at me, scooped up her dog and hopped into the passenger seat.
“Oh come on!” I exclaimed. “Does everyone know what was said besides me?”
Dmitri’s hand grazed my arm, and I turned toward him. And he said softly, “I was waiting for the right time to tell you I’m in love with you.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I touched his face and said, “I love you too.” Then I glanced at the van. Both sisters were staring at us with rapt attention, grinning hugely. My nephews were watching too, so I took a half step back from Dmitri and cleared my throat awkwardly.
That earned a big, dramatic sigh from Erin, and she exclaimed, “Oh for God’s sake! I’m not raising my sons to be small-minded bigots. Just kiss the boy already!”
I blushed vividly at that, and thought I’d never loved my sister more. I leaned forward and gave Dmitri a fairly chaste kiss on the lips, and for some reason that set Tippy off on a barking rampage as he tried to jump out of Maureen’s open window.
“The dog’s jealous,” she said with a grin, struggling to hold on to the tiny, squirming animal. “He’s in love with Dmitri too. Bye guys, see you in a few days!” And with that they drove away, the dog still barking wildly as they rolled down the block.
I took Dmitri’s hand and led him back to my apartment as I asked him, “So, do you need to get back to work?” And yes, part of me wondered exactly what kind of ‘work’ I was keeping him from.
He answered both my spoken and unspoken questions by saying, “I cleared my schedule when I decided to come over. I was supposed to be interviewing bartenders for the club all day, but I pushed them back to tomorrow.”
“Good. Then come upstairs with me so I can get the powdered sugar off you.”
I led him straight through to the bathroom and stripped him as the water warmed up, kissing his body as I pulled off his clothing. And then I got naked too and got in the shower with him. I started to wash him meticulously, but after only a couple minutes of this he kissed me passionately, then pushed me against the wall of the shower as he went down on me. I gasped and ran my fingers into his hair as he took my length down his throat, and in only a few minutes he sucked me to a leg-shaking orgasm. I cried out as I came, trying to stop myself from bucking into his mouth, then sank to my knees after he released me and kissed him.
I held him for a long moment, both of us kneeling in the shower. “I love you so much,” he whispered, holding on to me tightly.
“I love you too,” I murmured. And then I asked him, “Do you want me to do that for you now?”
“I just want you to hold me.”
I got up and turned the water off, then held out my hand to him. He took it and followed me out of the shower, and I dried us off before leading him to my bedroom.
I quickly gathered up my new clothes from the bed and tossed them on a chair, and then we crawled beneath my blanket and I drew him into my arms. He was trembling slightly, and when I pulled back to look at him, he turned his face away from me. I gently took hold of his chin and turned his head toward me until he met my gaze. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and I asked him, “Dmitri, what’s wrong?”
And he whispered, his voice rough, “Please don’t leave me, Jamie.”
“I’m not going to leave you. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You might, after you hear what I’m going to tell you.going to He wrapped himself around me, and then he said quietly. “You wanted to know about my involvement with the Russian mafia. So here it is. All of it.”
“Ok.”
He took a deep breath. “For six generations, my family’s been involved in organized crime. As the last male Teplov I’m in charge now, but it’s in name only. My uncle, Gregor Sokolov, has the real power. I don’t know what exactly he does, and I’ve never wanted to know. Though of course I’ve heard stories about all kinds of things, ranging from drugs to extortion to the black market. I don’t get involved in his business, and by the same token, he’s supposed to leave my club alone.”
He continued, “Gregor married into the family, he’s not a Teplov by blood or by name. And that’s where I come in. The Russian mob is all about family and history and reputation. The other families only want to deal with a Teplov, as they’ve done for generations. My uncle has no claim to the Teplov dynasty, but I do. So I serve as a figurehead. I meet representatives from the other families. I vouch for Gregor. Once they’re satisfied that they’re dealing with the Teplov family, I hand them over to my uncle. From there, I can only imagine the deals that are struck, the crimes that are committed.” He raised his head, meeting my gaze. “I’ve never killed anyone. I’ve never bought, sold, or imported drugs, or stolen, or committed extortion, or anything like that. But all that has been done – that and more, all under the Teplov name.”
“But…then you yourself have never committed a crime,” I said.
“Sure I have. At best I’ve been an accessory, at worst, a collaborator. I’m the conduit through which these terrible crimes get committed.” Heartbreak shone in his eyes.
“Why do you go along with it?”
“My uncle is a ruthless, cold-blooded man. He’s made it quite clear that if I don’t cooperate with him, those I love could get hurt. I have five younger sisters, one of them has children now, too. And though he hasn’t threatened them directly, he’s made it perfectly clear that without my cooperation, they’re all in danger. I can’t possibly protect all of them. But because I do what my uncle tells me, they’re safe. Not only from him, but from other insurgent gangs that might seek to take down the Teplov empire.”
“Wait. So your uncle is blackmailing you into cooperating with him?”
Dmitri shrugged. “Strong-arming, more like. But yeah, basically.”
“Fuck. Dmitri, y
ou’re not a criminal. You’re a victim.”
“No I’m not. I still have a choice. And I choose to do as I’m told. I could stand up to my uncle. I could take over the role that’s my birthright and overthrow him. Or I could call his bluff and refuse to cooperate. As bad as he is, maybe he wouldn’t really let harm come to innocent women and children. But then, who knows? I’ve never been willing to find out what he’s really capable of. And as a result, I’m one of the key players in organized crime on the west coast.”
“I knew it. I knew you weren’t a criminal,” I told him, hugging him to me.
“Of course I am. Weren’t you listening?”
“Yes. And you know what? Introducing one criminal to another isn’t actually a crime. You haven’t really done anything wrong, Dmitri.”
“People have probably died because of deals I set in motion. Ok, so all I did was make some introductions, take a couple meetings. But the end result is that crimes were committed. People got hurt. And I hate myself so fucking much for my role in that shit.” Dmitri looked ashamed, and rolled over with his back to me.
I spooned tightly against his body and wrapped my arms around him. And I told him, “If you want a way out, I’ll help you.”
“There’s no way out. For years I’ve been trying to figure out how to untangle myself from all of this. But it’s impossible. Like, say I just take off, run away from the whole situation – which I’ve fantasized about all my life. Then my sisters and their families are left unprotected. Worse. They’re left to the mercy of my uncle.”
“What if you turn over evidence to the police and send your uncle to jail? That would get you out from under him,” I said.
“I’ve thought about that. But my uncle is paranoid, he doesn’t leave information lying around where I have access to it. Not because he thinks I’ll turn him in, but because he thinks that eventually I’ll want to assume the leadership role that’s my birthright, that I’ll take over operations and squeeze him out. So he makes sure I don’t know what he’s doing.”
“Does he know you’re dating a cop? If he’s really paranoid, that’s got to be an issue.”
“He knows. And I guess he just assumes it’s another form of rebellion, like the way I flaunt my sexuality. He keeps me on a short leash, but he allows me these minor victories. He figures it placates me, makes me more willing to cooperate overall if I’m allowed some token freedom with regard to my sex life.”
“And he really doesn’t get nervous about the fact that a cop is getting so close to his nephew?”
“He knows I don’t have any evidence on him, nothing to give you anyway if I decided to turn on him. So he doesn’t seem particularly concerned that we’re together. At least, not so far.” He rolled over and met my gaze. “But it’s important that my uncle never finds out how much you mean to me. If he knew I’m in love with you, then you’d become another pawn in his efforts to control me. He’d use the threat of your safety the same way he uses my sisters, to coerce me into doing what he wants.”
“That’s all just so incredibly fucked up.”
And Dmitri sighed and said, “Welcome to my world.”
We ended up falling asleep tangled up in each other, and I was awakened sometime later to the most wonderful sensation. I raised my groggy head and looked down at Dmitri, who was kneeling between my legs, gently sucking my cock. I grinned at him and said, “That’s the best way ever to wake up. It could put the alarm clock industry totally out of business.”
He let my cock slip out of his mouth, and began stroking me gently with his hand. “I should have let you sleep,” he murmured. “But I couldn’t wait any longer. I want you inside me, Jamie. I want you to fuck me.”
I pulled him up to me and kissed him, hard, tasting his mouth as his lips parted for me. I rolled over on top of him, my thigh pushing his legs apart. “Oh God. Yes,” he murmured, running his short fingernails up my back.
He was already fully hard, his cock leaking precum as I ground my own cock against his and again claimed his mouth. “Yes,” he gasped against my lips.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked into his beautiful face. And I said, “Tell me how you want this, baby.”
He hesitated, skin flushed, pupils almost fully dilated so that his eyes were more black than blue. “This is the first time you’ve done this, so we should just keep it straightforward. Just put on me my knees, or take me on my back, whichever you prefer.” He colored slightly and said, “I’ve already prepared myself for you, and there’s more lube and a condom on the nightstand.”
I watched him closely. “But there’s something else you want, Dmitri.”
He broke my gaze. “It doesn’t matter what I want. This will be your first time inside another man. I want it to be perfect for you, exactly the way you want it.”
“It will be perfect, because it’s with you.” I sat up and smiled at him. “Now, I believe you said something about being tied down earlier.”
He blushed again and tried to look away, but I captured his chin and gently turned his head so he was looking at me. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he said. “I was just thinking about myself. Your first time doing this has to be exactly how you want it, not how I want it.”
I leaned in close to him, pausing so my face was just a few inches above his, and said, “You know the great thing about dating a cop?”
“What?”
I grinned wickedly. “We own handcuffs.”
His body shook under mine, a whimper of desire slipping out between parted lips as his eyes half-closed. I leaned in and kissed him quickly, then jumped up and located my cuffs, bringing them back to the bed. They were looped over my index finger, and I held them up where he could see them and asked, “Is this what you want?”
His breath was coming hard and fast, and all he could do was nod.
And I said softly, “Show me how you want it, baby.”
Dmitri quickly shoved the pillows and blankets aside and stretched out on his back on my bed. He bent his knees, feet flat on the mattress, and spread his legs for me. And then he raised his arms up over his head and took hold of the wooden slats of my headboard. Equal parts hope and fear shone in his eyes when he met my gaze. And I got that what he feared was my rejection, me balking at this thing he obviously needed.
I sat beside him on the mattress and brushed his dark hair from his face. “You sure about this?”
He nodded again, and I quickly and efficiently snapped a cuff onto his left wrist. He gasped with pleasure, but I was momentarily jarred by that act. I paused and said, “I’ve never used these for fun. They’ve always just been part of my job.”
“It’s weird for you, isn’t it? We shouldn’t be doing this,” Dmitri said, and tried to sit up.
I pushed him back down gently with my hand splayed out on his chest, then kept my palm against his racing heart as I said with a grin, “It’s just different, that’s all. I had to bite back the impulse to recite your Miranda rights when I did that.”
“Any time this gets too weird,” he said, “we can stop. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s not weird. It’s fucking hot.” I reached up and looped the free cuff through the slats in the headboard, then said, “You’re about to be completely at my mercy. You know that, right?”
He looked up at me with trust in his eyes and a sexy smile on his lips. “Make me yours, Jamie.”
That sent a jolt of desire down my spine, directly to my cock, and I clicked the cuff around his right wrist. Then I sat back to admire my handiwork and murmured, “God you look good.”
Dmitri’s pale skin was flushed, his cock hard against his flat stomach, his legs parted shamelessly. His breath came in jagged little gasps as I ran my fingers up his leg. The temptation was there to go all porno movie on him and spend the next hour licking, sucking, and teasing him. But he and I were both aching for the main event, so I wasn’t going to get too fancy. I ran my tongue up his cock, then over his stomach, and
climbed up between his legs and lightly bit his little pink nipples while he bucked under me and whimpered in a way that almost made me cum right then and there.
I climbed up his body and kissed him, a little harder, a little more demanding than usual, and he bucked under me again, driving his cock against mine. He was incredibly turned on, every touch from me eliciting moans and gasps, and as I took a hard nipple between my lips and sucked it, he arched his back and cried out. I reached between his legs, pushing a fingertip into his tight little opening. It was already slick with lube, and I glanced up at him with a grin. “I would have loved to watch you getting yourself ready for me, baby.”
“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. “Next time I’ll wake you sooner.”
Experimentally, I pushed my finger deeper into his hole, remembering how careful he’d been with me. His warmth and tightness surrounded my finger. “You don’t have to be gentle,” he rasped. “I’m ready for you. Take me as hard as you want.”
