Page 8 of Bratva, Baby
“I haven’t yet decided. My oldest lad, the promiscuous one, is dead set against marrying, but I’m sure if he learns he only takes my place if he has an heir, then maybe it will change his mind.” He explains himself, like I care about the reason behind his intended betrayal. I don’t let on, but I play along. See where this goes. I love it when my acquaintances underestimate me, so I ensure to play the fool whenever it suits me. My father believed he needed to be all-knowing, which drove him mad. I, however, have no problem pretending not to know something or acting naïve in order to disarm an opponent until a later date.
“All you can do is hope,” I say, keeping my tone light.
After a few more agonizing minutes of back and forth with Fionn, the deal is finally done, and I get in the SUV and head toward Ava’s house. Ready to put my little bird to the test, to see if she can handle me. If not, I’ll have to spend some time training her body to withstand my needs.
I park down the road just like I did the time before, but this time I don’t plan on staying in the car for long. Pulling up the camera app, I check to make sure where my little bird is inside her temporary home. Seeing that she is fast asleep in her bedroom, I gather my small duffel bag of supplies I have planned for our night together, even if she won’t know exactly what hit her.
Sneaking up to her bedroom window, I stay in the shadows provided by her falling-down privacy fence. Just like I asked of Mario, the window has been left unlocked, and it is thankfully soundless when I raise it; I must be sure to thank Mario for thinking of that for me. Sliding through the window is seamless and Ava doesn’t stir at all; that won’t last for long.
Before I move around too much more and take the risk of waking her, I pull my mask out and put it on. Usually, when breaking into someone’s house, I wouldn’t bother with a disguise, but I’m not ready for Ava to know the power I exert over her just yet, so for tonight, she will have to think I am a masked stranger.
However, I have business to attend to before the fun can begin. I locate Ava’s phone and easily enough enter her birthday as her code, not very inventive, Ava.I scold her internally, but really, it is lucky for me because now I can clone the device, so I know exactly who she is messaging with and talking to.Invasion of privacy, who?While the device is cloning, I can’t help but check who she has been messaging, and my rage is renewed when I see that Evan has been texting her since they got off work. This seals it; he must go. The sooner, the better, but I can’t make it look suspicious.
I don’t want to punish her while I am still so enraged, so I decide to look around the place she calls home and meander into the bathroom, the place where the first fantasy of my little bird took place. The memory of the fantasy has my dick hardening in my pants and I want nothing more thanto throat fuck her so she can see she is made to take me, but that’s not the plan tonight. My plan for tonight is a little more…discreet.
As quietly as I can, I set my duffle bag down on her dresser across the room from her bed and pull out the U-shaped clitoral stimulator I bought just for her and set it gently on her bedside table. Slowly, I pull the thin sheet she’s covered up with all the way down, exposing one of her breasts hanging out of the tank top she is wearing to sleep in. And just like that, my control frays at the edges even more and I reach down and gently roll her nipple between my pointer and thumb and marvel as it hardens at the touch. If her nipples react to my gentleness, I can’t wait to see how they react when I leave my marks. Slowly, I pull her other breast free and repeat the same treatment there and my cock weeps precum at the sight of her breasts. My thoughts try to run away with me as I imagine sliding my rock-hard cock between her soft, perky breasts. And finally, I can’t take it anymore. Enough playing, it’s time to move on with the plan.
Lowering the sheet even further, I am happy to find my girl sleeping in just her panties beneath the sheet; it makes what I have planned for her so much easier. Slowly spreading her legs apart, I pull her panties to the side to reveal her glistening pussy. Either she enjoyed the little attention she received to her breasts, or she is having a good dream.It better be about me.I grab the U-shaped clit stimulator and the small packet of lube in my pocket; she may be wet, but I don’t want to risk her waking up, so I slather thelube all over the toy before inserting it into her pussy. Slowly, I settle the skinny part of the toy against her clit while the part inside is nestled up against her G-spot, then I put her panties back in place.
Standing here, looking at my little bird in the moonlight, I am stunned by her beauty even more than before, but I am determined tonight, so I take the remote out of my pocket and sit in the chair that is in the corner of her room. I watch as I turn it on the lowest setting. I watch as her leg muscles clench, probably out of surprise, but she doesn’t wake up. Good, my plan is just beginning.
I take my aching cock out of my pants and wrap my fist around it and squeeze, precum oozes out the tip, and I have to swallow back a groan. Stroking myself, I watch as the toy slowly torments her, but it isn’t strong enough to wake her up out of her sleep completely. When she is writhing in her bed, I turn the toy off until she relaxes into the bed again and start the delicious torture again, all while slowly tormenting myself as well, but this is a punishment for her, not for me. After a few more times of bringing my girl to the edge, I turn the toy off and wait for her to fall back into her restless sleep again.
Pulling the toy out of her, I bring it to my mouth and lick at her juices, suppressing my groan is next to impossible; she tastes divine. Her taste has me nearly combusting with my dick hanging out of my pants like I am not a grown ass man. Heading to the bathroom, I reach for her strawberry scentedbodywash and remove the lid, continuing to stroke my dick over and over with her flavor on my tongue until finally, I cum into her bodywash. Shaking the mixture up as well as I can, I put it back in its place.
From now on, she will smell of me.
Chapter 4
Ava
Iwake up from the most delicious dream, but with a terrible ache between my thighs, telling me it has been too long since I took care of myself. Looking at the clock on my bedside stand, I see I have plenty of time to take care of my little issue.
Sliding both hands down to cup my breasts, I roll my nipples between my fingers and, giving them a sharp pinch, I moan. In my dream, Andy was playing with my nipples, but so gently that it left me aching for a firmer touch.I wish it were his rough hands pinching them now. It felt so real in the dream, rolling my nipples gently, pulling on them slightly as they hardened into peaks. I wanted him to take my aching buds into his mouth and give them more attention, but dream-Andy crawled on top of me, grabbed my breasts, and freed his cock from his jeans.
“You’re going to lie still for me, aren’t you, little bird?” He rasps, his voice carrying an undertone of pureneed.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, thankful that real-Andy won’t be privy to my compliance.
He squeezes my breasts together using both hands and slides his cock in between them, drawing out a hiss from between his teeth. “Goddamn it, Little Bird. If this is what it feels like with just your breasts wrapped around me, I can’t wait until I have your pretty cunt sucking my cock into your tight pussy.” He says, clearly trying to hold himself back.
“Please.” I whimper, and he seems to know exactly what I’m asking for since he repositions his hands so he can pinch my nipples as he thrusts between my breasts. I am so damn wet and needy between my thighs, but with the way I am positioned, I can’t reach between my legs to take care of myself.
I rub my thighs together, trying to get some sort of friction on my clit, but it’s not enough. If he weren’t on top of me, I would be writhing in a mix of pleasure and agony at not being able to manage this need that I feel for Andy right this minute.
Abandoning one of my breasts, he reaches around and separates my legs, “No pleasure for you, Little Bird, unless I choose to give to you, is that understood?” He answers darkly to my unspoken need.
But the ache between my thighs keeps intensifying until I think I’m going to cum, I am right on the precipice….And my phone rings, showing none other than Andy himself calling me,
“How the fuck did you get my number, Andy?” I ask as soon as I answer. I am flustered that he interrupted my self-care.
“I have my ways of getting things I want.” He replies cryptically, as if he holds a double meaning.
“What do you want?” I ask impatiently, annoyed at having my orgasm yanked away from me and still having this ache between my thighs. Today is going to be a long day if this ache persists.
“I am calling to let you know that I am sitting outside, waiting for you. I realize you had car trouble yesterday, so I wanted to offer you a ride today.” He says, too sweetly.
But one look out my window shows me that the weather may not hold up for the walk to and from the bus, so I weigh my options and decide to go with the here and now. Even if being in confined quarters with him and smelling his cologne the entire time, it has to be better than riding the bus and walking in the rain to and from the office, and for some reason, Evan hasn’t replied to me this morning. As embarrassing as it may be around him after masturbating to that dream I had of him last night, I graciously accept his offer. “Yes, thank you for the offer. Evan had offered to bring me this morning, but now he isn’t responding to my messages.” I explain. “I’ll be outside in a minute.”
