Katya
Sarge hadn’t been lying about tying me down. He had my wrists secured at either side of the mattress, and had spread my legs, tying my ankles as well. I was wide open and completely at his mercy. It wasn’t fear that made my heart skip a beat, but anticipation. I didn’t know what was in the box, but the heated look in his eyes told me enough. Whatever he’d bought, I was going to like it. A lot.
He held up a blindfold and arched an eyebrow, and I nodded. I’d read that it could heighten the senses when one was taken away. If I couldn’t see what he was doing, maybe it would feel even more intense.
His lips brushed my cheek as he covered my eyes. “Trust me, kitten?”
“With my life.”
“I do anything you don’t like, you tell me. But for complete transparency, if you tell me to stop and I can tell you’re close to coming, I’m going to make you come first. Pain is one thing, but I won’t let you avoid pleasure, no matter how extreme it might be.”
He shifted, moving away from me. He’d carried the box into the bathroom while I undressed and I’d heard him running the sink. When he’d come back, he’d told me that he’d washed and prepped everything. I still didn’t have a clue what he’d bought, but I was more than ready to find out.
“You like me playing with your ass, didn’t you? Liked getting fucked there?” he asked.
“You know I did.”
I heard something snick, then felt something cold and wet on his fingers as he rubbed them down my pussy.
“Lift your hips, kitten.”
I struggled to obey and was rewarded with him rubbing his fingers between my ass cheeks. He eased a finger into me, working it in and out a few times, before adding a second one. Then he pulled away. A moment later, something slightly large and freezing cold pressed there.
“Lance! It’s cold!” I yelped as he pressed it inside me. “Wh-what is it?”
I heard a click, and then whatever it was started vibrating. I gasped and my back arched. Holy shit! It felt amazing. He never did tell me what he’d put inside me, but I’d told him that I trusted him, and I did. I heard something else that made a whirring noise, then something hard vibrated against my clit. “Oh, God! It’s too much!”
“No, it’s not. Remember what I said?” he asked.
“Th-that you’d only stop for pain, and not pleasure?”
“Right.” He used his fingers to spread me open more, then worked the toy against the hard bud. I wanted to cry it felt so good and so… so… I yanked at the ropes, needing to move away while wanting to get closer. A sob welled in my throat and tears leaked from my eyes as I came so damn hard. And he didn’t back off even a little. “That’s it, kitten. Keep coming for me. Soak this fucking bed.”
I was powerless to do anything but obey. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Suddenly, the toy was gone and I felt Sarge shift away from me. Something circled my nipples and I thrust my breasts up. It was soft and almost tickled. He did it again, circling twice, then flicking whatever it was across the hard peaks, first one, then the other. I cried out, my pussy clenching with need.
“So responsive,” he murmured.
He replaced the object with his mouth, sucking and licking, then rubbing his beard against my sensitive skin. While he teased my nipples, he put the other toy back against my clit. The sensations were incredible, and almost more than I could handle.
“Lance, please. I can’t! I just… I can’t.”
“You seem to like using that mouth for all the wrong things, like saying you won’t take the pleasure I’m giving you. Maybe I should give you something else to do with it?” I sucked in a breath. “I’d much rather come in your pussy, but keep it up and my dick is going back between those sassy lips.”
“Oh, God. Lance, I… I need you.”
“We have all night, kitten,” he said softly. “All. Night.”
I was both looking forward to it and dreading it. Would I survive? Was there such a thing as coming too much? I had a feeling I was going to find out.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy, come inside you, and then I’m going to get you off again and again. When you think you can’t take any more, I’ll fuck you again.” He placed his lips by my ear. “There’s a reason I wanted to tie you down.”
“Why?” I asked.
He settled his body over mine and thrust deep with one stroke. I moaned at how amazing it felt to have him in my pussy and the toy in my ass. So full! He stroked in and out a few times, then kissed me hard.
“Why?” he asked. “Because I’m going to fuck every bit of cum into you that I can manage between now and morning.”
I tried to process his words, but I was already coming again, and my brain was on overload. I felt the heat of his release, and noticed he hadn’t gotten any softer. He started stroking in and out of me again.
“I’m going to fuck a baby into you, kitten. You’re mine, this pussy is mine, your ass, all of you, remember? It’s what you told me. And if you’re mine, then I’m yours, and what better way to celebrate that than to create something together? A little part of you and a part of me?”
“Oh, Lance.” I sighed. “You didn’t have to tie me down for that.”
“Want me to release you?”
“No. I didn’t say I didn’t like being tied down, just that I’d have agreed to have a baby with you. Ropes weren’t required.” I smiled. “They’re just a bonus.”
“Fuck it. I think I’ve already fallen, kitten. I love you. I don’t give a shit that we’ve only known each other for two damn days. The second I saw you hit that Prospect, I knew.”
“I want your baby, Lance. I want everything with you.”
“Then you’ll have it.” He kissed me again, taking me harder and faster. We came at the same time, but he was far from done with me. By morning, I knew my pussy and ass would be sore, but I didn’t care. It was a small price to pay for the wildest most incredible night of my life.
He spent the next two hours making me scream his name as he used one toy after another to make me come. He came inside me three times, his cum leaking down my thighs, before I told him I couldn’t take much more. I really did need a break, and I knew he probably did too, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“One more, kitten.”
“One more,” I agreed.
He untied me and flipped me onto my stomach. Gently, he pulled the vibrator from my ass and switched it off. I still had my blindfold on and decided to leave it. I gripped the sheets and waited with bated breath for whatever he had in mind next. His hands gripped me, pulling my ass cheeks apart. I felt the head of his cock press against me, and then he was sinking into my ass.
I groaned and buried my face in the mattress. He slid a hand under my belly, lifting me higher and changing the angle. When he slid all the way in, tingles went down my spine. Using his fingers, he worked my clit while he stroked in and out. I didn’t know if he could even come again, or if I could for that matter. I felt wrung out and exhausted.
“Come for me, kitten. Give me one more orgasm. Let me feel that ass squeeze my dick.”
“I don’t know if I can.” My words were muffled against the bed, but he must have heard me. His fingers left my pussy and I heard one of the toys turn on again. He pressed it to my clit and I bucked and twisted beneath him. Sarge only laughed and took me harder.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take it.” He rubbed the toy faster against the hard bud and I came apart. I was crying I came so hard, and I felt his release as he thrust twice more. My body twitched and trembled. He moved the toy against my clit a few more times, and I came again even if it was just a small orgasm. He turned it off and I heard it thump on the mattress. Slowly, he pulled his cock from my ass and I groaned at how tender I was. My nipples, pussy, and ass felt very well used, but if he asked to do this again sometime, I’d agree in a second.
He tugged the blindfold off and smiled down at me. “Rest a minute, kitten. Going to run a bath for us.”
Sarge got off the bed and I heard him walk into the bathroom. Then I heard the water running. When he returned for me, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the tub. Instead of setting me down, he climbed over the side and sat, pulling me between his legs. I leaned back against his chest and closed my eyes, letting the hot water soothe me, but his presence did as well.
“Love you too,” I said softly. “Even if that sounds crazy.”
“I’m a Reaper, baby girl. Crazy is my specialty, especially when it comes to a pretty woman. Or rather the right woman. My brothers always said they knew when they met the only woman they’d want to fuck ever again. I hadn’t believed them, until you.”
“That’s all it is?” I asked, my lips barely moving as I fought to stay awake.
“No. Not with you.” He kissed my cheek. “Sometimes it’s fucking. But sometimes it’s making love. No reason we can’t do both.”
I hummed and placed my hand over his arm where he’d banded it across my waist. “For the record, if you knocked me up tonight and our kid one day asks where they came from, I’ll let you figure out how to tell them you tied Mommy to a bed and fucked her nearly into a coma.”
“I think we’ll just say they were dropped off by a stork. Seems easier.”
I snorted and smiled. I must have dozed off because the next time I opened my eyes, Sarge was lifting me from the tub and the water had cooled considerably. I stood on shaky legs while he dried me off, then dried himself. Even though I had pajamas now, I still preferred his shirts. I slipped one over my head, and decided to forgo panties. I was a bit too tender to want anything against my pussy right now.
We ordered pizza since the kitchen was still a wreck, watched some movies, and cuddled for hours. It was the best night of my life. Until my phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize. My hand shook as I reached for it, and I dropped it twice. Sarge took it from me and answered. The fierce look on his face worried me.
“Speak English, fucker,” Sarge said. His gaze shot to me. “What do you want with Katya?”
His expression cleared and he handed the phone to me. I held it to my ear, my heart hammering in my chest. “This is Katya.”
“You have questions about your mother?” a deep voice asked in Russian.
And that’s when I knew who had called. “Yes. This is Konstantin Bykov, isn’t it?”
I kept my answers in English so that Sarge would have some idea of what was going on. He was pacing the room, tension lines bracketing his mouth, and his eyes clouded with worry for me.
“What do you want, Miss Voronin? It was many years ago that I knew your mother. I’m not sure how I can help you now.”
I licked my lips. “Twenty-two years ago. Right?” There was a lengthy pause. So silent that I pulled the phone back to make sure he hadn’t hung up. “Mr. Bykov?”
Still nothing. I took a breath and held Sarge’s gaze. Did I dare?
“Father?” I asked, my voice soft and not as strong as I’d have liked.
There was some cursing on the other end of the line, then he cleared his throat. “Is that why you called, Katya? Did Voronin say something to make you think he’s not your father?”
“He said he whored my mother out to his friends, let them use her to further his position with the Bratva.” I swallowed hard. “He said you were with her for quite a while when you were younger. She became pregnant with me during that time. Please, I only want the truth. I want to know who I am.”
“Your mother was nearly ten years older than me, but she was stunning. When she smiled, it lit up the entire room. When Voronin was present, she was like a meek little mouse. Timid. Scared. But when it was just the two of us? Ah… now those times I got to see the true woman I was falling for.”
My throat tightened. “You were in love with my mother?”
“Yes, but she was already married. Voronin already had a daughter with her. I couldn’t take her from him. It wouldn’t have been fair to your sister.” He paused again. “Where are you, Katya? I think we need to speak face-to-face.”
“I’m in Alabama.” I looked to Sarge for guidance. Was I permitted to give away my location? It wasn’t like my father’s men -- or the man I’d thought was my father -- didn’t know he’d come here before he vanished. If they’d come looking for him, I hadn’t heard of it. Then again, I doubted anyone would have necessarily shared that information with me. Sarge gave me a nod. “I’m at the Dixie Reapers compound.”
Sarge held his hand out and I gave him the phone. He gave Bykov the address and then hung up. He crouched at my feet, reaching for my hands, lifting them and placing a kiss against my fingers.
“Whatever happens, I’m right here with you, kitten. You’re mine. I’m yours. And no one is taking you from me.”
I gave him a nod. I only hoped those words were true. Even if Konstantin Bykov was my father, the fact I killed Voronin put me in a sticky situation. The Bratva would demand justice, and I wasn’t sure the Reapers would be able to stop them from taking me. For the first time since I was little, I prayed. If this was ever going to turn out okay, I was almost certain it would require divine intervention because the Bratva never backed down. They’d keep coming, sending more soldiers, until the Reapers were wiped out and I was firmly in their grasp. No one ever killed one of theirs and lived to tell the tale. I might have been born into that world, but I was a woman. Inferior. Only good for breeding and negotiations. And I’d killed one of their men.
Sarge sat and pulled me into his side, holding me as I tried to keep it together. I’d come this far. He called me his fierce kitten, and for him, I’d continue to fight. Whatever the outcome, I’d go down swinging.