Sold To The Russian

by Isabella Laase

  “You’re the one who told me to wait!” shouted Zoya. “You said it would be better if I told him after it was all healed, and he could play a few games down here.”

  “I’d stop listening to me if I were you,” mumbled Galena, moving next to her. “It would keep us both out of a lot of trouble.”

  Closing her eyes for just a second, Galena took a deep breath before tentatively touching Zoya’s pussy.

  “Wait a minute,” said Pavel, making them both jump. He took a long metal bar and fastened it just above her knees. “Can’t have you trying to close those thighs on us.”

  “You gotta be kidding me?” grumbled Zoya. “You got anything else in that bag to stack the deck against me?”

  With the men watching, Galena returned her attention to Zoya’s swollen vulva, building on the arousal that Pavel had already established. She separated her lips to slide the vibrator along her wet inner labia, and the ache intensified, sending tiny pulsing releases through her vagina. Zoya fought hard, taking deep breaths while twisting and turning against her restraints, but Galena pursued her, her own nudity drawing even closer until her breasts touched Zoya’s nipples, already at rigid, blood-engorged peaks. Determined to hold off, Zoya continued to writhe, biting her lower lip and trying to pull her legs together.

  “Five minutes, Galena,” said Liam. “She hasn’t come yet.”

  “Dammit,” mumbled Galena, pushing the vibrator into Zoya’s pussy. “It doesn’t feel normal from this side.” As Galena worked the vibrator in and out of her vagina, Zoya held her breath to fight the building sensation. The pressure grew, but she controlled its twirling sensations, keeping the climax at bay. The time had to be almost up, and she began to feel confident that she would win.

  “You have a minute, Galena,” said Pavel.

  Galena swore a second time, leaning closer to Zoya and licking her nipple. She gasped at the unexpected move as Galena latched on to suck hard while stroking her wet clit.

  The spasms consumed her with rolling waves of pleasure and she shouted, a mixture of groaning cries and uninhibited angst. The orgasm continued pulsing through her core as Galena stepped away and Pavel came closer. Despite the stimulation delivered by another person, in the throes of her climax, he was all that she wanted, and she opened herself to his every demand. She embraced the first strikes from his cane, across her ass and over her upper thighs, but the last two caused her to cry out with their burning intensity.

  She struggled to speak when Pavel released her wrists from the frame and slid a table to her stomach. He bent her at the waist with her breasts resting on the surface and reattached her wrist cuffs to the side. Running his hand along her back, he caressed her striped bottom, separating her butt cheeks and sliding his finger along her crack. She tensed as he inserted his finger into her private hole, flexing her to previously attained levels, but she knew where this was going.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “I’m not ready for that.”

  He withdrew, but his erection immediately prodded against her ass. Despite her expectations, the cold chill from an artificial lubrication caught her by surprise, but his cock entered her private, virgin hole. “Take deep breaths and exhale slowly, little girl,” he demanded. “I’m going to fuck this one way or the other, and you will be less uncomfortable if you stop fighting me.”

  She was frightened, but she had no fear. Pavel would never hurt her. With her endorphins still raging, she wanted more. Since the first day on the floor of his living room, she’d understood her role and the rewards that came from their relationship.

  He slapped her bottom, hard. “I told you to relax,” he thundered. “Do not make me tell you again.”

  Trusting him, she obeyed, controlling her breathing with each advancement of his cock. He pushed slowly past the muscles that ceded to his demands without any additional cooperation on her part. His shaft was significantly bigger than his plugs, and she was convinced that he would fail, but her sphincter stretched as he pushed further, withdrawing only long enough to begin again, driving even deeper until she’d taken all of him, filling her unnaturally from behind.

  The discomfort couldn’t be underrated, but her clit reacted as though he were stroking it from the inside, igniting an intensity that she hadn’t expected. When he pulled out to begin again, she was left with her pleasure, the quivering stimulation of thousands of virgin nerves, and he rubbed her clit to unite another layer of pressure.

  Entering a second time, he slid past her stretched muscles with more ease. He moved with a great deal of precision, pushing at the small of her back for leverage as he fucked her anus. The primal effect was almost numbing as her climax returned, building, and she attempted to rock her hips. Her second release was even stronger than the first, coming from a deeper, darker spot that his cock continued to dominate. The pleasure corresponded with his sticky seed that spilled across her cheeks, leaving her sore and satisfied while Liam brought Galena to her own orgasm on the floor of the dark dungeon.

  Chapter 18

  They’d stayed until the party had ended, both of them enjoying the food, the champagne, and the music. She’d been shy at first and hovered close to his side, but as the evening progressed, she’d gained more confidence, even attempting a few Russian dances when the crowd grew raucous. The red stripes from his cane were displayed across her tat like a badge of honor to earn squeals of delight from the other girls, and she blushed happily over the attention.

  “I’m going to have to do squats for the rest of my life, you know,” she said. It was well after midnight, and she’d snuggled into the heated leather seat in his Volvo for the short ride home. “It’s going to take a lot of work keep my butt from sagging and making my tattoo look all scrunchy when I get old.”

  “The tattoo was a bold move,” he replied, patting her hand on the console between them. “But you still haven’t explained to me why you did it. I have many adjectives to describe you and none of them are impulsive.”

  “I… I don’t know.” She smirked. “I don’t suppose you’d believe that I just slipped or something?”

  “No,” he said with a chuckle. “I would not. Was this planned from the moment you left the house?”

  “Not even remotely. We saw the store and spent about ten minutes on the sidewalk talking about needles and diseases before we went inside, but it looked like a clean place. And I went first, not Galena. I’m sorry I told a little lie.”

  “You didn’t have to hide any of that from me. You could have told me about the tat weeks ago, and we still could have played that scene. But I want to make it clear moving forward that I expect you to check with me with me before you make those kinds of decisions. Do you understand?”

  There was a pragmatic pause before she spoke. “No, I don’t understand, Pavel. It’s my body, and I wanted a tattoo. I don’t believe that I needed your permission.”

  There was nothing sassy about her response, but his temper still sparked. “I’m growing tired having the same conversation over and over again. As long as you are in my care, you’ll obey me without question.”

  “And I agreed to those demands. When you told me to leave the receipts for my credit card in your desk, I left them. When you told me to go to bed when your men were hovering around, I went to bed. When you told me to stay inside after the shooting, I stayed inside.”

  She paused a second time, but her tone was strong when she continued. “And when you told me that you didn’t want to discuss the blood on your t-shirt, we didn’t discuss it. But there’s a limit to what I can give up and still be a whole person. I love the scenes that we’ve played. I love the kinky sex and your whips and even that damned electric wand, but that attraction doesn’t define everything about me. You need to understand that.”

  She made no sense. In his world, men were the dominant force, delivering dictates and punishments as they saw fit. It was the marriage he’d had with Marie and one that he’d demanded with every woman he’d ever taken to his bed. One dec
ision maker was the key to a peaceful relationship.

  “And as long as we’re on the tattoo subject,” she continued. “I guess it was a symbol of empowerment. After you got hurt, and everything that followed, I can’t describe how strong I felt. I mean, sitting on the floor and waiting for whatever was going to happen next was terrifying, but I think I could have shot anybody who came into that house. I chose to cede to you the major decisions as an integral part of our relationship, but I want to have personal choices and a respected opinion. I don’t think I’m being unrealistic. Didn’t Marie feel the same way?”

  To answer her would open a great many wounds, but she reached across the console and rubbed his shoulder, speaking softly. “You don’t talk about her. And I’m guessing that things were either perfect or horrible, so I’m sorry if I brought up something painful.”

  “In many ways, Marie and I had a good relationship,” he said reluctantly. “We’d been friends since we were children, but yes, I demanded her obedience and her submission. She gave it readily, but my work for Damir brought significant challenges to our marriage.” He stopped to contemplate his failures as a husband. Marie had chosen to leave him, and his interference in that decision would remain the single worst decision of his life. The cost to his family was still too painful, and too dangerous, to share.

  Zoya interrupted his thoughts. “So, I’m guessing that she never would have gotten a tattoo without your permission?”

  “She never would have gotten a tattoo, period. That wasn’t her style, but no, she wouldn’t have ordered a new winter coat without asking me which one I thought was the better choice.”

  “Did you really care what kind of winter coat she had?” she asked skeptically. “You know that’s never going to be me, don’t you? I’ve come too far and have too far to go in this life to give up that degree of independence.”

  “Just how were you planning on managing in this marriage?” he asked more sharply than he’d intended. “I’ve made my expectations clear from the beginning, and you’ve never expressed any of these concerns. Or did you never have any intention of staying with me?”

  “That’s not fair,” she countered. “The first day we met, you were the one who said that you were getting rid of me as soon as you could, and I’ve been clear about what I needed since the day you saw me in Brighton Beach without asking your permission. You just haven’t been listening. And honestly? When I first arrived, my plan was to steal enough money to escape with Anton, and when you took him away from me, I prepared to go by myself.”

  “Did you steal from me?” he asked warily.

  “I did,” she admitted without a hint of remorse. “I have a whopping fifty-two dollars and change in the lining of my suitcase up in Yuri’s closet. But when you trusted me with your credit card, I stopped gathering your loose change and sneaking a few bills from your wallet and that stash in your dresser. And now that we’ve progressed past all of that, I do want this marriage to work, but I need it to work on my terms as well as yours, and that includes bringing the boys here. Have you talked to Linda yet?”

  “I’m surprised you waited this long to ask me,” he said, still trying to process her secrets. “But yes, I talked to her when I made plans to take them trick or treating.”

  “And? What did she say?”

  “She admitted that she’s taken the toy as a punishment, but she says that it’s a logical consequence for his unacceptable behavior.”

  “But that’s not right.” Her voice rose in frustration. “We both know that doesn’t help. Every time we’ve seen him hysterical, it’s involved that bunny, and that’s not the only thing that doesn’t sit right with me. Those boys are Russian, and she can’t just deny them their heritage. They should be raised by somebody who at least appreciates the history and the culture. They shouldn’t be punished or ridiculed for bed-wetting and spilling their milk, and they should have the opportunity to play in the mud and eat a little junk food every now and again. I can understand your need to ask for help when you were alone, but you aren’t a single parent anymore. I’m perfectly capable of getting them to school and seeing that they’re fed and clothed. Yuri and Slavic belong with their father, and Anton, well, he belongs with me. He’s never even hinted at any aggression toward me.”

  “Do you think you could handle all three of them?” he asked skeptically. “They’re all approaching difficult stages in their life. Slavic will be a teenager in a few years, and we all can agree that Anton’s going to be a challenge.”

  “Of course I can handle them, and I want to take Anton to the trauma specialist in Manhattan.”

  “What trauma specialist?” he asked incredulously, turning the car onto their street before looking at her. “And why Manhattan? There are plenty of good doctors in Brighton Beach.”

  “The specialist I’ve been seeing has an office in Manhattan,” she said, meeting his gaze with her chin held high.

  “Seriously, Zoya,” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “How many other secrets are you hiding from me? And does Galena pay for this, too?”

  “I’ve only been to the office a few times, and that’s how I spent the cash advance on the credit card.” She shot him a quizzical look. “Just how much money do you think I could spend on flowers and food from a street vendor, anyway?”

  “I wish you’d mentioned all of this back at the club,” he said dryly. “I had a lot more resources to handle it there.”

  “You are very generous with your money, Pavel, and you’ve never asked how I spent the cash, so I never lied to you. But this is my burden to deal with and if there is one thing a person has to do on their own, it’s make peace with their past.”

  “I don’t care how independent you are,” he snapped. “If we’re ever going to have a real marriage, you shouldn’t have to struggle on your own. I would have supported you and found you a professional in Brighton Beach. What does this guy have to offer that a Russian doctor doesn’t?”

  “Well, first, she’s a woman, and she’s helping me, so she was the right choice. But the advantage of going to somebody you don’t know means that I can talk about you with some element of privacy.” He arched an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes in response. “Oh, come on. I don’t know why you’re surprised. Don’t take this personally, but you’re bound to come up in any therapy session of mine.”

  “I’m not surprised,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “I just didn’t see any of this coming.”

  “You know that’s the same thing, don’t you?” she asked with a sigh. “She says that I should be honest with you about what I want, especially when it comes to Anton. I love him, Pavel, and it breaks my heart not to be with him. I want all three of them here, in Brighton Beach, exactly where they belong.”

  He pulled the car into the driveway and turned off the engine. “This is a lot of information in a very short amount of time and after a long day, but we shouldn’t rush into anything. Linda isn’t a bad person, but both she and Steven have admitted that Anton comes with a challenge that isn’t bringing out the best in her. And the older boys care for her a great deal. We need to move a little slower instead of ripping them all apart without warning. In the meantime, I’ll talk to her about the Russian and her expectations, and if there are any repeats, I’ll take a stronger stand.”

  “But—” she started.

  “But nothing,” he interrupted, waving his hand to end the conversation. “They can start coming to us every weekend. That gives you a few days with them, and as soon as the two of you can be in the same room with any degree of civility, let’s get her and Steven over here so all four of us can talk about it like adults. They’ve earned the right to be part of the next steps.”

  “Fine,” she snapped. “But if I’m going to be responsible for their protection, I want my own gun, and my own key to the gun box. There is a shooting range in Brooklyn where I can learn more.”

  “You’re an under-aged immigrant, Zoya,” he said with a sigh. “You can’t
carry a concealed weapon.”

  “I can apply for my green card, and it won’t be a concealed weapon if it’s in the house. I can shoot it in an emergency even if I don’t have a license to carry it, but as soon as I turn twenty-one, I want a holster like you have.”

  “You’ve been doing your homework, haven’t you? Just who exactly do you plan on shooting?” He stepped out of the car. “Come on, it’s late and I’m tired. We’ll see about the shooting range.”

  “Haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said?” She came to his side of the car, her hands firmly planted on her hips as she continued to take her stand. “The need to make my own decisions is non-negotiable. I’m not asking you for permission. I’m telling you my plans.”

  “Nothing is non-negotiable,” he warned dangerously. “We both need time to think this through but there’s no hurry. Damir hasn’t given any indication that he’s ready to let you go, and that piece remains out of our control.”

  “Have you even asked him? Because I’m guessing he’s grown bored with me and probably doesn’t even think about us anymore.”

  “Do you want me to talk to him about us?” he said, his throat sticking a little. “Are you ready to move on?”

  She didn’t speak, but her look of misery was far removed from what he was ready to accept. This was insane. They were suited to each other in more ways than one, but her stubbornness was just another example of her lack of discipline. Looking to postpone the entire conversation until they were less tired, he started, “Zoya, just—”

  But the flashing red lights pulled into the driveway behind them, and uniformed officers wearing bulletproof vests and official shields quickly jumped from the cars. Instinctively, he moved his hand toward his calf, pushing Zoya behind his back as they were surrounded by long rifles penetrating into their safety zone and pistols clenched firmly in two hands, the officers shouting, “NYPD! Keep your hands where we can see them.”