Page 13 of Bratva, Baby
She runs her hands down my chest until she reaches my cock, rubbing the length up and down as she stares into my eyes.
“Then finish what you started, Andy.”
I grab her hands and hold them over her head as I grab my cock and bring the head to her opening, making eye contact with her. I thrust into her to the hilt, and I want to cum so bad, but I have to resist the urge as long as possible. I can’t finish without her squeezing around my cock first, so I muster all my control and slowly withdraw, only to thrust in again.
I reach up and pinch her nipple while dragging the other back into my mouth, thrusting in and out of her, feeling every inch of that tight little pussy around my cock. I can feel her rocking her hips into me while she uses her hands on the small of my back to pull me in closer to her, moaning with every thrust.
Leaving her breast, I bring my hand down to feel the perfect curvature of her ass. I put my mouth on her neck, listening to her moan right into my ear, the sweet music that will be my undoing from now on.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me again?”
I can see her eyes widen and begin to roll back as her cunt pulses around me as she screams her orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Andy!”
“Fuck me, you feel so good around my cock, little bird,” I say, thrusting in one final time as my balls draw tight and I finally cum, deep inside of her. Fuck I hope she isn’t on birth control.I guess I will have to find out because I have all intentions of her carrying my heir. I will tie her to me in every way possible.
Pulling my now flaccid dick out of her wetness, I watch as my cum slowly drips out. We can’t have that, so I gather it on my fingers and push it back inside of her, holding it there while she lies there, motionless, like all the energy has been sucked out of her. I slowly remove my fingers, covered in both of our cum, then slowly slide my fingers into her mouth, ensuring she gets every drop of cum off my soaked fingers.
As I lay beside her on her bed, I can’t help but admire her body, recalling what just happened and imagining what is going to happen next time I have her all alone. I can’t stop the smile that comes across my face.
She looks at me, as though she is waiting for something. Finally, she says, “No one can know about this. Work would become hell if people thought I was sleeping with my coworkers.”
“But you ARE sleeping with a coworker,” I reply, agitated that she wants to hide that I’ve made her mine. Though she doesn’t realize she is sleeping with a lot more than just a coworker, I wonder what she would think if she knew I was the CEO.
“This will become a one-time thing if you even think of telling anyone what just happened.” She threatens, but I will wear her down.
“I have to get going, little bird. I have a meeting with my brothers regarding family issues, go to sleep, and I’ll text you in the morning.” I say. I hate having to leave her after what we’ve just done, but I can’t neglect the bratva’s business. So I quickly pull my clothes on, lean down and give her a final kiss on the forehead, and walk out the door as the thought of how I am surely falling in love with her crosses my mind.
Andrei
Arriving at the warehouse where we usually meet, I see my ten closest brothers and members of the bratva. The thought that any of them could have betrayed me hurts, but I will have to find out who it was and end them. I can’t let betrayal stand. I don’t expect to find out tonight, and I don’t expect it to be easy.
“Brat’ya,” I call for my brothers’ attention in Russian, our first language. “We have an issue that has arisen that could turn into a war.” I continue once I have all their attention. “The Italians are making a move on our docks with the help of an…. informant from inside our ranks.”
At my admission, murmurs of descent start up around the room. I patiently wait for them to settle down because yellingfor order was my father’s way of doing things; I will do things differently in the face of betrayal.
When they are finally quiet, I say to them, “We will not fall into dissension due to these allegations against one of our brothers. I will not become my father and fall into madness. We will go about this logically and not lose our minds in the process.
“How do you plan on doing that? How on earth do you plan on finding the rat in our ranks without torturing the information out of the Italians?” One of my brothers asks.
“I never said we wouldn’t go after the Italians, I said I wouldn’t go out like my father and harm my brothers the way he did,” I reply, staying calm so as not to show my actual aggravation at the situation. My men doubting me cannot stand, so I will need to show them that I cannot allow them to doubt me, so I divulge enough of my plan to appease them for now.
“As of now, the standing plan is to take one of the Italian higher-ups and get as much information from him as possible and then dump his body back to the Italians as a warning sign,” I say. “These are our docks, and we will not stand to have them taken.” At that, all ten men whoop.
After a few shots of vodka and some finalizations to the plan, I head home. I need some rest and to rely on Ivan, Mario, and the cameras to keep an eye on my little bird for me to get a night of sleep.
Ava
I wake the next morning feeling refreshed after last night's date and the activities afterwards. I am sure most women would be bothered by Andy’s quick exit afterward, but not me. I intend for that to be a one-time deal, no matter how much I enjoyed myself. Coworkers are off-limits in the handbook, and if HR finds out, then I’m screwed because this job will pay enough for the rent and for me to save a little back for emergencies.
Before I allow myself to spiral, I switch my thought process to cleaning the house today instead; that’s what past therapists have taught me to do. I strip my bed sheets and begin to make a list of things I need to do today, but I know if I don’t write it down, then I will forget what needs to be done. So, after starting the laundry, I go to my dry-erase board and write.
Laundry
