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Kathleen

I waved my assistant Rene in and held up a finger to signify waiting a moment. I was in the middle of a call, but I could tell as I talked; that there was something gravely wrong with my employee. She has always been a timid soul, but today it was evident by the way that she toyed with her fingers that she was nervous.

I brushed a lock of my auburn hair from my face and listened, as Rene informed me that she was in serious trouble. “I’m in trouble Kathleen, big trouble. I’m in way over my head. I borrowed money from Alexander Glazov.”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. “Alexander Glazov: as in the Russian mobster Alexander Glazov?”

“Yes,” Rene sobbed.

I stared in disbelief as Rene lifted her tear stained face and continued talking. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of compassion towards this woman who had not only been an employee, but a dear and trusted friend.

“I started gambling Kathleen and I was winning. It was like a drug, an endorphin high or something; until I started losing. Oh God what have I done? This guy kills people for a living. I started going to underground games and before I knew it I was losing and borrowing money from the house.”

“How much money, Rene?”

“$100,000” she mumbled. Kathleen, I have a husband and kids; this guy is a killer,” Rene’s sobs only intensified at the thought of how indebted that she was to a killer.

“Let me see what I can do, Rene. Go back to work and I’ll handle it,” I spoke with an air of confidence that I most certainly was not feeling at the moment. I made it through the rest of the day by pushing thoughts of what I was going to have to do later in the evening, out of my head.

Kathleen

The click clacking of my heels only seemed to intensify my nervousness, as I made my way towards the two large suited men in the back alley.

I stood straight and spoke as I eyed them; determined not to show any fear. “I need to speak with Mr. Glazov, please.”

The brawny guard snickered as he spoke in his Russian native tongue to his counterpart. He stared at me as he spoke into an ear piece that he wore. Suddenly I was grateful for the long coat that I wore which covered my body. Something about the way that he was eyeing me gave me the creeps, though I was sure that it wasn’t every day that they were approached by women in a back alley.

“Come,” he growled.

I almost had to run behind him to keep up with his long strides. Hospitality was not something that this org was displaying at the moment. I would find out in a matter of moments that he was the least of my worries.

He made his way down a long corridor and tapped on a large wooden door.

A voice from behind the door bade him to enter and that point I found myself staring into the cold blue eyes of the man who was soon to change my life.

Glazov

I eyed the tall red head that stood before me. I knew exactly who she was. I had seen her when my men brought back surveillance on the bitch that owed me $100,000. I wasn’t about to let her know that I knew who she was. My curiosity was peaked, as was my sadistic nature to toy with her.

“Sit!” I eyed her as I purposely made her wait. It was fun to watch her apprehension build. I felt my cock jump as she began fidgeting. My eyes raked over her facial features as I studied them in order to get a feel for how I wanted to deal with her.

Kathleen

I watched as he ran his finger over his full bottom lip and found myself wishing that he would stop it. This guy was a whole lot better looking than what I had anticipated. He was large and it was evident that he worked out. He donned long blonde shoulder length hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. His facial features were chiseled and hard, a prominent nose fit his face well; due to his size. It was his ice cold blue eyes that promised no mercy which caused me to look away from that full lip that I wish he would quit touching.

I shifted nervously in my seat wishing that he would say something. Finally after what seemed like forever he spoke. “You may remove your coat.”

It was more of a command than a suggestion.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” I stated hugging it tightly against my body, as if it offered some sort of solace against the fear that had now escalated into a small sense of panic.

With a sardonic rising of one brow he spoke, “I insist!”

If I had to use one word to describe this man it would be: sinister.

Glazov

Watching her chew on her bottom lip as she removed her coat was distracting to say the least. I could envision myself buried deep within her. “You are here about your assistant who owes me money, no?”

I watched as she straightened her body and my eyes drifted to her silk white top. I found myself thinking about what her nipples would look like if I sucked on that silk top until it was wet with my saliva, and then ran a finger tip in soft circles around it until goose bumps and nipple were prominent beneath the material. This little high society executive was making me want to do dark, dirty things to her. It had been quite a while since a woman had this kind of effect on me.

Her voice cut through my dirty thoughts.

“Mr. Glazov, I believe that this is just one big misunderstanding. I’m sure that we can work this out.”

Kathleen

I could feel my heart race as I watched him rise from behind his desk. I strained my neck to look up at him.

What do they feed these guys? He is massive.

He reminded me of a movie that I had seen with a Russian boxer.

His lip curled as he made a clicking noise before he spoke. He was now standing in front of me with his arms crossed, leaned against his desk. “You think that $100,000 of my money is a mistake?”

I felt indignation arise within me, due to the fact that he was preying on my assistant.

“You and I both know that you loaned her $50,000. I’m willing to pay that back and not a penny more!”

Suddenly I wasn’t scared. I was pissed; until I witnessed his temple twitch.

Oh shit, this is not good.

Glazov

I made my way to the back of her chair and leaned down cupping her chin in my hand and tilting her head back as I whispered in her ear. “I kill people for less than that, Kathleen. Since you are so willing to help your friend out, I’m going to hold you liable for her ‘unimportant’ debt of $100,000 to me.”

I wound a fist into her hair as I lightly smelled the cologne that wafted up towards my direction. “I own you now Kathleen, you owe me a lot of money.”

“Please Mr. Glazov, we can work something out.”

“Shh, I already want to fuck you and if you begin to beg me Kathleen, it’s going to be very hard to resist. Kathleen……….I want you to listen very carefully…….Let’s just say that it is a matter of life and death. I’m going to kill your friend if you do not agree to do as I ask. Now, are you willing to take over your friend’s debt?”

“I don’t have $100,000. I was going to have to mortgage my home to get the $50,000.”

I tugged at the roots of her hair and felt my cock stiffen as she whimpered. “I want to fuck you Kathleen, are you willing to be my whore for your friend’s debt? I will warn you Kathleen, I’m a sadistic man. I enjoy a woman’s fear, Kathleen.

I enjoy taking a woman and doing the kind of dirty and nasty things that stain her soul. Can I stain you Kathleen? Can I hurt you so fucking good that you are begging me for more? I tell you what, you sleep on it but I will warn you, I’m not a patient man. Go home Kathleen.”

I held her there by the handful of mane that I had twisted in my grip; just long enough to let her know who was in control, before she bolted from my office.

Kathleen

I sat at my desk convincing myself that certainly this man could not be serious about the extent that he was willing to go to collect on Rene’s debt. It was settled I would ignore this absurd request. I pushed the remembrance of how I had felt as he stood behind my chair whispering threats in my ear; out of my mind. What in the world was wrong with me? How in the world could my body react to this monster? I pushed through the day ignoring Rene’s apologies that were now beginning to get on my nerves; she had no idea of the danger that she had put me in due to her addiction to gambling.

I was relieved to see her go at 5:00. I would stay and get some extra work done. I was shocked to look up at the clock and realize that it was 9:00 pm; I grabbed my laptop placing it in my briefcase and made my way to the door.

I fumbled with the keys dropping them and never heard Alexander Glazov until I felt his breath on my neck and heard his growl in my ear, “Get in the fucking car!”

I dropped the keys again but this time from my hands shaking. He yelled out something in Russian and grabbed my upper arm forcing me into the back of his limo.

He immediately raised the divider and began his assault on me. His hand covered my throat as he spoke. “I told you that I was not a patient man, I’m not asking you, now I’m telling you that your place is with me!” His hand tightened as his mouth clamped over mine, his tongue darted into my mouth feeling its way around as he nibbled on my bottom lip.

“Please, please, Glazov please.”

“I want you, I’m not taking no for an answer. You…..are…….not……….going…..home…. Your place is with me, or your friend dies!”

He tugged at my shirt removing my breast from the bra that held it tucked away and placed my silk blouse back over it. He licked and sucked until it became saturated with his saliva and then gently ran a finger around the areola, until it peaked as if begging for his attention.

“Oh I have thought about doing that since last night, I want to fuck you Kathleen, I want to hurt you, I want to make you beg me for mercy. I want to hear you beg me to let you cum. I want to hear you screaming my name as you explode. I want you……I want you…….I want you…..”

As soon as the car pulled in, he jerked me from it pulling me into his mansion and dragging me down a long corridor into his bedroom. He pinned me into the wall commanding me not to move.

His eyes glared into me as he raised my arms above my head, I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

Glazov

I buried my face into her hair and listened to her gasp as I ripped her blouse from her body. My hands made their way to her back unclasping her bra. Two perfectly shaped breasts jutted out. Small pink nipples that begged me to torture them poked out calling my mouth to suck them. I tore at her skirt, grateful that when it gathered at her feet only thigh highs and a g-string stood in the way of my mouth that longed to taste her. I grabbed a handful of her hair forcing her to look in my eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful and if you move from that wall as I’m making you cum, I’m going to take my belt and mark you so that you don’t easily forget to obey me.”

Kathleen

I couldn’t understand why my body was on fire for this man who was telling me that I belonged to him now. He was mandating that I owed him my life for Rene’s debt and it was turning me on. His mouth sucked, chewed and licked at my breasts, nipples, and abdomen. He continued making his way down to the v in my legs and pinching sharply at the inside of my thighs as a way of commanding me to spread my legs.

“You better not fucking move those arms from over your head!” He spit hissed; as if daring me to defy him.

He thrust his middle finger up into me and began licking the area that he now had spread open. I wanted my hands in his hair. What he was doing to me felt so good. His eyes watched me as he licked, sucked and pulsed on my now engorged pearl.

“I’ll do anything, anything, anything Glazov.”

He viciously pumped his finger in me as he stopped and declared: “That is exactly what I want to hear.”

He spread me open once again pumping his finger and licking as my body thrashed and I swore that I would do anything.

He peeled me from the wall and tossed me on the bed face down. He palmed my lower back pushing my face into the mattress.

I could hear his pants unzip and he leaned over whispering threats in my ear. “You are going to need all that cum that I just pulled from your body because I’ve got a huge cock and I’m getting ready to hurt you with it.”

“Please don’t hurt me Glazov, please.” His only reply was that I had better not move my hands from above my head.

Glazov

I sunk my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheek and pulled it to the side. I wanted a visual of that sweet little opening of hers when I thrust all nine inches of my thick member into her. I pushed into her and hissed, “Mine!”

Watching her grab at those sheets and twist them to keep from disobeying me, made me so hard, that it hurt. I slowed down reaching a hand beneath me and rubbing the soaked opening of my little victim. She did exactly what I told her that she would do, she screamed out my name and begged me for orgasm, after orgasm.

I knew as I watched her, felt her, took her, and loved her, that I would never let her go…

I watched her sleep as I smoked a cigarette. She was stunning. Her skin was like white porcelain with auburn hair cascading down over her shoulders until it waved up under a breast.

I’m glad that your friend stole from me, because now I have you, Kathleen.

Kathleen

I was glad to wake up the next day alone. I took a moment to gather my thoughts as I looked around at the opulence which surrounded me.

Though the room was decorated in a masculine décor it was nothing shy of stunning.

It was decorated with high end antiques, the type that can only be found overseas in Europe.

Large six foot vases decorated in golden opulence stood at the entrance of what I guessed to be the bathroom. A huge walk-in closet stood over to the side of the massive four poster bed that I was in.

The sheets were Egyptian cotton and it was evident that my captor was rich from his illegal activities. I wrapped the sheet around my nude body and made my way to the bathroom. Though there was a Jacuzzi that beckoned me, I chose to jump through the shower. I needed to get to work and carry on with my life as if I were not being threatened by a killer.

I should have know when I found the shampoo and conditioner that I use, that my captor had been keeping tabs on me long before my employee confided in me that she had stolen from him.

I let the warm water bathe over my sore and bruised body. What I didn’t understand: was why I had gotten so turned on the night before by the rough sex that Glazov had subjected me to.

I opened the shower door and jumped when I saw Glazov coldly eyeing me. I gathered my senses and grabbed a towel flipping my head over and wrapping my hair in it.

I grabbed the other towel and wrapped it around my body exiting as if it were no big deal. I turned rubbing my hands over the fog on the mirror and grabbing my purse to begin the task of applying make-up.

I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and turn me around to face him, “Where are you flying away to my Ptichka ? Did I give you permission to go, or did you forget our arrangement so quickly? I would hate to see your friend meet her demise.”

“I have to go to work, Glazov.”

He chewed up and down my neck as his hand removed the towel which covered my body.

“I have to go home.”

“You said that you were going to work, Ptichka.”

He sunk his teeth into the place where my neck met my shoulder and a chill coursed through my body.

He lifted my body setting me on the sink. His thick Russian accent stood out as he whispered threats in my ear. “I’m watching you Ptichka, always watching you.”

I whimpered as he pinched my still sore inner thigh. I knew that it was his way of commanding me to spread my legs.

“I like watching you,” he thrust his middle finger into me as he spoke, manipulating my clit while he talked. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

He was right in my face glaring at me as my breathing became labored and my head flopped to the side. “Fucking you last night was like coming home. I’m not letting you go anywhere, not today; maybe never.”

He picked me up and my head fell against his large chest as I wrapped my legs around him. He didn’t feel my captor, or my blackmailer right now, but he did feel like a man my body was screaming out for. He laid me back on the bed tearing out of his clothes as if he were a man starved and eyeing a smorgasbord.

He pinned my legs back and buried his face in my wet hair, “Beg me to fuck you, Ptichka.”

I sucked my breath in as he pushed in order to get his full girth into my tight opening, “Please Glazov, don’t hurt me.”

“I want to hurt you, obey me; or I will hurt you.”

“Fuck me Glazov, use me, take me, I don’t care, you feel so good.”

He rose placing my leg over his shoulder, ignoring my whimpers as I begged him not to hurt me.

His thumb manipulated my clit as he slowly made his way in and out of me watching every detail of my face. “You better not cum, without asking my permission; I’ll hurt you Ptichka. Your orgasms belong to me now. No pleasuring yourself anymore and God help you if you fuck another man.”

He brought me right to the brink of release and stopped.

“Glazov, pleeeeeeeeeeeze, I’ll do anything, you feel so good.”

“Tell me why you call me ‘Glazov’ first.”

“You look like a Roman gladiator or a Russian boxer, pleeeeeeeeze fuck me Glazov, I’ll do anything.”

He stared into my eyes as he spit right down on my clit and he pumped in and out of me, while rotating his thumb on me.

“Cum for me, Ptichka.” He calmly said, as if he were discussing the weather, or what time of day that it was.

Glazov

She looked like an angel with the sun streaming in on her wet auburn hair. But it was the look on her face that did it for me, she was literally pleading with me, as if I held her life in my hands and she would do anything to please me; and to be honest I did.

Her nipples were so hard, those tiny little pink nipples, jutting out towards me with goose bumps surrounding them. Her mouth was open and her head was back, but her eyes looked agonized like she needed something that only I could give her. I watched her as her whole body literally exploded beneath me, I loved watching her cum.

I pinned her legs back grinding down into her, pumping in and out of her, only to change my maneuvers and grind in circles, causing wave after wave of orgasm to rage through her body. I wanted her and I wanted her as addicted to me, as I was to her.

“What is Ptichka?” She whined from beneath me as I held her.

“It’s a term of endearment that I use for ‘little bird.’”

“Why do you use that name with me, Glazov?”

“Because you wish to escape me; and I will never permit it.”

Glazov

“Have you done as I asked you, Afon?”

“Yes, I took care of placing a device on her laptop as she slept last night and this is her new phone. All of her information has been transferred into it and I have downloaded all of her contacts and done back round checks on them. Really it seems that they are all business contacts, she actually leads a pretty boring life. She works all the time. No boyfriends, no social life.”

“She should be very happy to know that I won’t have to kill a boyfriend,” Alexander chuckled.

Though Alexander had chuckled, Afon was well aware that his boss was serious; dead serious.

Ptichka

I eyed my timid employee as she sat across from my desk telling me how sorry that she was that she had drawn me into a mobster’s world.

“It amazes me Rene, how you can boldly go into an underground poker game and borrow money from a known killer and yet you sit here eyeing me as if you were a scared child, awaiting correction. I swear Rene, if I find out that you are gambling, you won’t have to worry about Alexander Glazov; I’ll kill you myself!”

Rene scurried away, not wanting to tempt fate. She of all people knew how serious of a business woman that her boss was and she needed her job. Pissing Kathleen off was not a smart thing to do right now.

My new phone that I was certain had been bugged by my new thug boyfriend rang and when I saw that it was him, I pushed ignore. I would be sorry later on for making that decision; very sorry.

I made my way through the parking lot and was looking forward to soaking in a hot tub of water with a glass of Merlot.

I had just gotten seated in my car and placed my laptop and purse on the passenger seat.

I turned to view Afon, Alexander’s right hand man smiling big enough to show the gold tooth that he sported.

“The Boss, he want to see you.” He spoke with a thick Russian accent and broken English.

I reached over to lock the door and he had it opened already. The last thing that I remember was the syringe, as it pricked through my silk blouse and into my arm.

Afon spoke to the man that he had with him, instructing him to drive the car to Alexander’s. As if nothing had happened, two cars left the parking lot with Kathleen in tow.

Glazov

“Ptichka, wake up!” I smacked her face, as I pulled her head up. I had subdued her and hung her up in a meat locker by all fours. She was strung from chains in the ceiling.

I walked over getting a glass of water, after she spewed several slurred “Fuck yous,” in my direction.

“You have a very dirty mouth Ptichka,” I hissed right in her face, as I threw the water at her, “Maybe I’ll wash it out for you.”

I smacked the ruler that I held in my hand against the other free hand.

“I like your feet; you have nice feet.”

She cried out as I smacked down on the soul of one of them.

I continued; alternating between each foot, until her cries became sobs.

“You want to run from me, Ptichka. Have you forgotten that you owe me a hundred fucking thousand dollars?”

I leaned against the stairwell and fought the urge to become sexually excited by her pain.

“I warned you, Ptichka. I told you that I enjoyed inflicting pain!”

“I will be good, I should have answered the phone, please, please let me down, it hurts so bad, please, my shoulder, my feet.” Only incoherent sobs could be heard.

“Get her down, Afon.”

I caught her in my arms and carried her to my suite where I gently undressed her and laid her nude body down. I undressed and l positioned between her legs gently running my tongue up and down her slit. In no time she was begging me to let her cum. I made her wait. I wanted her to cum with me inside of her. She opened her legs pulling them back as if inviting me in.

“Please Glazov, I need you, I need you inside me.”

I ground down into her gently rotating my hips as I spoke to her in her weakened state.

“I told you not to play with me; I told you not to disobey me.”

She would know after tonight that she was dealing with a very serious and very dangerous man.

Ptichka

I lay beneath my captor wondering what he was doing to me. Why was I beginning to crave him hurting me and pleasuring me, hurting me and pleasuring me; hurting me and pleasuring me.

My body craved him and it craved his treatment of me.

It was if a dark fog had drifted into my world and he would not be satisfied until I was I engulfed in its thick covering, hiding me through obscurity from the rest of creation; my presence only known to him.

I have never experienced a man like Glazov and I will never recover from his attention landing on me. Life as I know it will never be the same.

Glazov

She’s beginning to crave me. I haven’t tried to push it on her. It is something that was in her long before I ever came along. It may have been dormant, but now it has arisen and it wants me, it needs me; she wants me, she needs me. And I need her; which could prove to be a very dangerous addiction for the two of us, but fuck it, safety is overrated!

Ptichka

“I don’t know about this Kathleen, don’t you think that you should let him know what is going on? Just tell him that we have to leave and go out of town for a meeting with a client.”

I turned eyeing my assistant as if looks could kill, well you get it.

She gently brushed my arm with her finger tips and the earnest plea in her eyes let me know that I needed to listen.

“Kathleen,” she spoke as she booted up her computer and turned it to face me. I looked down to view a picture of Alexander Glazov with an older gentleman.

“Kathleen, Alexander’s father was number one on the FBI’s top 15 crime bosses and drug lords list.

When he died that honor went to your new boyfriend. Alexander doesn’t just kill people; he enjoys torturing and tormenting them before their final demise.

He is sadistic and the only reason that he has not unleashed the full measure of his sadistic tendencies on you is because he realizes that you aren’t a masochist.”

I squirmed in my seat as I thought about the fact that now my body had begun to crave the fear and pain that he provided me with.

Though I had no desire for him to release a full fledge sadistic smorgasbord of pain; I did enjoy the fear and anticipation that he invoked in me. It was almost as if his threats and rough treatment of me during sex served as an aphrodisiac.

Whether I wanted to admit it or not, sexually; Alexander Glazov touched a place deep in the dark recesses of me that I had not even been aware of. He awakened a dormant part of my soul that no one had ever tapped into and now I wanted more.

“I’ll call him when we arrive,” I softly said.

Rene closed the laptop, satisfied with that.

Glazov

I sat in the corner of the restaurant watching my little Ptichka. She really was quite naïve for such a savvy business woman. I could only attribute her innocence to my lifestyle, to the fact that she had never dealt with the likes of me.

In her world people were underhanded but not violent. She was sorely underestimating me and it was beginning to irritate me. She didn’t want to do that, but it was too late, she had crossed that line one too many times. I had been patient with her, but my patience was wearing thin.

I waited until she finished lunch with her client before I made my presence known. I held my glass in the air saluting her as I cocked my head to the side, the look on her face, well…….. Let’s just say……Priceless!

She made her way over to my table and I motioned my hand for her to sit down.

When she attempted talking I shook my head no and placed my finger to my lips signifying that I was not in the mood to hear it. I would be the one doing the talking.

“Your little friend is upstairs with Afon right now. She is bound and gagged to a chair as he awaits my instructions. I would hate to think that you were the cause of her children becoming orphans. My patience is wearing thin with you Ptichka. I warned you that I was not a patient man and yet you continue to provoke me.

I eyed the waitress making her way over and watched as Glazov shooed her away with his hand as if she were some pest. He never removed his gaze from me. Though his demeanor was calm, I knew that he was pissed and it only invoked more fear within me. The fact that he could remain this calm when I knew that he was pissed right now, only served to make me very nervous. I didn’t know what he was going to do.

I straitened my back as I spoke, “What do you want from me, Glazov?”

His lip snarled as he leaned in and hissed, “I want you!”

“Why?” I answered.

“You have the fucking audacity to question my motives, Ptichka?”

“Yes I do, am I property, or do you care about me?”

“Both! Get your fucking ass up and don’t you dare make a scene,” he growled.

I was led out to a limo and driven to a tarmac where he escorted me onto his plane.

I sat in the seat whining. “I don’t have my clothes, my laptop and where is Rene?”

He sat stone faced until the plane took off. His answer only baffled me. He coldly eyed me and stated: “Strip!”

My hands shook as I stood and stripped down bare.

He stood and I couldn’t help but back away intimidated. Nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. He calmly led me to a table, bent me over and strapped me down. My legs were spread and I could feel the heat rising towards my chest and face due to being embarrassed.

I was almost standing on my toes and completely exposed. I was horrified at the thought of the stewardess or worse yet one of his male employees viewing me like this.

I began pleading with him. “Please Glazov I don’t want anyone to see me. I’ll do anything.”

He bent down next to the table eyeing me facetiously, “Good, that means that you’ll take your ass whipping with a good attitude.”

He stood purposely making me watch him remove his belt and I couldn’t help but notice the hardened outline of his manhood against his tailored pants.

He bent behind me and began running his tongue up and down my exposed slit. “You taste so good girl.” He sucked and pulsed with his gorgeous full lips and tongue until he brought me right to the point of climaxing only to stop and begin striking me with his thick black leather belt. He then began his onslaught with his tongue and lips again. He was purposely blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

I begged him to fuck me as my body soaked up and reveled in the drug induced state that endorphins had put me in, as if reading my mind he dropped his pants and laid his body over me fucking me from behind, as he whispered threats in my ear.

“All of that dopamine and those endorphins crashing around in your system have got you on quite the high little girl. He twisted his fist in my hair jerking my head back as he pounded in and out of me.

“When are you going to get it, Ptichka? I own you!”

He owned me for more reasons than the money that my assistant owed him. He owned me because he had made me his by the sexual practices that he had introduced me to. I would never be satisfied with another man now, but that is exactly what he wanted.

Glazov

“You little bitch! You little bitch! You little bitch!” Over and over like some mantra I repeated it, until the shocking statement of, “I hate you, for making me love you!” escaped my mouth.

I pulled my pants up from around my ankles and gently released her from the table. I wrapped her in a blanket and held her against me until we arrived home and I placed her in bed.

I knew that losing her would make me crazy, I had to find a way to get a better death grip on her. Not having Ptichka in my life, was simply not an option. I had lost too many people in my lifetime and I made my mind up as I sat holding her; that I damn sure wasn’t going to lose her.

Ptichka

I awoke and basically limped to the shower. The bottoms of my soles were sore, as was my ass. I still could not figure out for the life of me why Glazov’s rough treatment of me turned me on.

The warm water spraying over my body helped to ease the soreness that was lodged within my muscles. I needed to get out and find out what had happened to my assistant.

I got out wrapping a robe around me and making my way back into Glasov’s bedroom.

I was shocked to find him seated in the chair by the bed in nothing but drawstring pants. It was evident that he had cleaned up from his excursion of admitting me into ‘The mile high club.’

I stared at him shocked that he sat going through my phone as if it were normal behavior, maybe for him it was.

“Ptichka, you eye me as if you are in disbelief that I keep a heavy protected hand over my property.”

“I’m not your property.”

“Perhaps you have a point. I need more ownership of you. Maybe taking on my last name would help to seal my ownership of you into your psyche.”

“I’m not marrying you, Glazov!”

“Hmm, you say that as if you have a choice.”

I looked up in disbelief to see men entering in with my possessions and they began unpacking them.

“Excuse me!” I shrieked. I can unpack my own lingerie.”

Glazov barked out something in Russian and the men scurried away.

“I guess you aren’t crazy about the idea of them seeing my undergarments either.” I rolled my eyes just to let him know that I wasn’t some shrinking violet.

He tossed my phone on the bed satisfied that I hadn’t stowed away some lover’s number in it.

“Your little friend informed me that she asked you to call me, now see; she understands that crossing me is not a smart thing to do.”

“Yeah Glazov, she is so smart that she borrowed money from a Russian thug!”

He rose from the chair and I immediately began apologizing.

“Too late,” he growled, as he straddled me untying my robe.

He reached into his pocket removing something and I didn’t realize what it was until he placed a clamp on a nipple, he had to place it on skin around the nipple due to my nipples being so small. He began to tighten it as he spoke.

“You live here now and you may not go out of town, ever; without my permission.”

He tugged at the chain and I yelped like a little puppy whose tail had been stepped on.

“That hurts!”

He grabbed my hand running it over his hardened cock.

“Tell me how badly it hurts, Ptichka”

He tugged at the chain and I cried out. I could feel his manhood jump between my fingers and I knew that my pain turned him on.

I stroked him between my fingers which had tightened into a fist, as I began begging, “Please don’t hurt me, please.”

I purposely teased him stroking and begging.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and I gasped.

“You little cock tease!”

I lifted my neck up and began running my tongue under the sensitive part of his manhood.

I tormented him with it, enjoying the control that I held over him.

He viciously grabbed a fistful of hair pulling me off of him.

“See this is why I like you Ptichka, you fight submission; yet you enjoy making me take you. Use wisdom little one; you would be very wise to know how far to push me. I am unlike any other man that you have dealt with,” he cocked an eyebrow as if challenging me, “Be careful little bird; be very careful…”

Ptichka

“I swear you are crazy girl, I’m sorry that I threw you under the bus, but I thought that he was going to kill me. I stayed tied up in that chair for an hour with his muscle giving me the third degree. Finally I told him that I had begged you to call him.”

“Rene, you are the one who put me in this situation, don’t try to act like you are the hero now. Just drop it already. I have been forced to move in with a Russian thug due to your addiction to gambling. You just keep your ass in gamblers anonymous and let me worry about my stalker, psycho, Russian thug, boy friend.”

I thought maybe the over play on words would give her the hint that I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. She seemed to get it because she quit trying to back peddle her way out of the fact that she had thrown me under the bus to save her own ass. I mean really, what was I expecting? Allegiance from the very one who had put me in this situation. The sooner that I accepted that I had no friends and I was in this alone, the better off I would be.

I spent the rest of the day working and trying to forget the fact that I would be going to Glazov’s home and not my own.

Glazov

I entered Glazov’s home to find him seated on the antique sofa in the seating area of the master suite. A large tray of food sat on the opulent coffee table in front of him.

He waved two fingers summoning me over to him. “You are hungry, little one?”

It was more of a statement than a question.

“Great, a romantic dinner,” I mumbled.

My stomach rumbled, one again my body betrayed me to this man who seemed to gain more control over me with each day that passed.

I eyed the man seated next to me. Today he donned a burgundy suit with a black and white striped button up shirt beneath it; the cuffs were solid white and he wore gold cuff links on them. He had removed his jacket and he wore a holstered gun; he always had a gun.

I found myself sneaking peeks at him and I would look down each time that he caught me. He set his fork down and made the clicking noise with his tongue against his teeth that he always made when he was getting ready to give me his full attention.

Oh shit.

“You know, I like you, anyone else; I just kill them.”

“Charmed, I’m sure,” I muttered.

His eyes squinted into small slits, “I try to be nice to you, but you have no etiquette.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Glazov? You abducted me you brute!”

“You little cunt!” He hissed as he grabbed a handful of my hair. “You owe me $100,000.”

“$50,000” I screamed. And I didn’t steal it, my dumb ass addicted employee did, and while we are talking about addictions, it’s thugs like you that enable them!”

In one motion he pushed the table away and I jumped; fearing that food would go flying.

He viciously pinned me down on the coach with his hand around my throat as he ripped open my slit skirt. My g-string was no match for his large hand that easily tore it from my body.

“You liar,” he hissed as he plunged a finger into me. My legs fell open and my back fell into the arm of the couch bending back over it; as if offering myself up to my enemy.

A look of triumph spread over his countenance as he continued speaking while he worked his magic. “You lie to yourself, to your employee, but you cannot lie to me, Ptichka.”

He removed himself from his pants and began rubbing himself up and down my soaked opening. He would barely enter me only to withdraw, until I began to plead with him.

He stood tearing out of his clothing and flipped me over on the couch placing his foot on my cheek and pressing my face into it. He was half standing over me plunging in and out of me as he hurled threats. “Don’t you dare fucking move, Ptichka!”

His foot literally pressed my face into the couch as he ‘took’ me and my body was on fire for him. Who was I kidding? This man was so deep in my system that I would never be able to dislodge him.

Tears streamed down my face, as every nerve in my body screamed out for the man who held my very life in his hands.

I could hear his voice in the distance. He was an all consuming presence that invaded my life with no warning and now he consumed me, but he still wanted more.

“I won’t stop until you bear my name Ptichka,” he whispered …

Ptichka

I would awaken in the middle of the night to him whispering softly in my ear, as his hands swept with expert precision over my body. His whispers were soft yet threatening; telling me that he would never let me go, telling me that he was going to force me to bear his son; as payment for my debt. He would tell me in the same sentence that he owned me, and that he loved me. He would tell me that he would kill me before he ever let me go. Everything that I had ever been taught to avoid in a man; he was…….Yet……..I wanted him, I craved him, I loved him…

Ptichka

I looked up to view a gentleman in a dark suit standing in front of my desk.

I should have known when I smiled and his countenance remained stoic that he did not come bearing good news.

“Kathleen Sanders?”

“Yes, how may I help you?”

“You can start by doing yourself a favor and breaking up with that thug boyfriend of yours.”

It suddenly hit me that this guy was from a branch of law enforcement and judging by the way that he was dressed, it was the FBI.

“Well you can start by showing me your credentials and telling me what branch of law enforcement that you work with.”

Though my voice and my demeanor where calm, my heart was beating out of my chest.

He tossed down a badge and sure enough he was FBI.

“Miss. Sanders, you seem like a nice lady who has quite a bit of business sense, I would be willing to bet that Alexander Glazov has forced you into a relationship with him. I can help you get away from him.”

Here it was, being offered to me on a silver platter; a way of escape.

“Well Mr. Turner, that is a wonderful offer I’m sure, but the problem is, I know nothing of Mr. Glazov’s, business practices, and I most certainly have not been forced into anything, by anyone.”

“So you admit of your own free will that you chose to date the most dangerous Russian mobster on the FBI’S radar?”

I looked him right in the eye and said, “I think that you need to go, because as far as I am concerned, the government crossed a line when they sent you to monitor who I fuck.”

His face remained stoic, “Very well.” And as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Glazov

Glazov, eyed Yafon as he chuckled, “That woman of mine is one fiery red head.”

“That she is Sir. That she is.”

“The government crossed a line when they sent you to monitor who I fuck……Priceless Afon, priceless. Have you done what I ask you to do?”

“Yes Sir, and from the appearance of things, our timing is perfect.”

Ptichka

I made my way in dropping bags and leaving a trail of clothing behind me.

Every day I was escorted home by Yafon and though I knew that Glazov had his own reasons for his ‘stalkish’ behavior, I also understood that it was for my safety’s sake.

I had no intentions of being at one of his enemy’s mercy. Glazov was smart enough to know that the quickest way for an enemy to hurt him, was to hurt me.

I let the water soak over me and wash away all of the stress of the day.

Meeting up with that agent had definitely caught me by surprise and if I thought about it too much, it could be a source of stress that I did not want to deal with.

I had known all along that sooner or later law enforcement, or one of his enemies would connect me to him and to be honest, I have to say that I was relieved that is was a cop, rather than an enemy.

I jumped as I heard the shower door open and viewed Glazov entering. His large chiseled body was tan and his long blond hair hung loosely over his shoulders, only serving to accent his ice cold blue eyes.

He turned me around, placing both hands beside my head facing him, and pinning me to the back wall.

He began biting at my breasts just hard enough to make me wonder what he was up to.

“I’m going to ask you nicely Ptichka and if you lie to me, I’m going to hurt you.”

He spoke to me calmly, as if he were asking me what restaurant I would like to eat at. I know Glazov well enough to know, that he knew about my visitor today.

“Please Glazov, I haven’t done anything, I didn’t say anything.”

His bites were getting harder and he roughly sucked and pulled on my breasts. It hurt in an odd way that felt good and it was beginning to arouse me.

He grabbed both sides of my head by two handfuls of hair and stared at my trembling lip before he engulfed my mouth with his. That kiss held more passion than most people’s whole session of love making. Hell, that kiss held more passion than a lifetime of lovemaking for most people.

He picked me up and spread me open literally impaling me onto his hardened cock.

I bent back palming the wall assured that he wouldn’t drop me.

His mouth bent over biting, licking, and roughly sucking, at any part of my body that could be reached.

“Do you think that I am going to allow you the opportunity of testifying against me? You underestimate me Ptichka, tonight you marry me!”

My whimpers of: “No, I can’t and please” would be ignored. The only request that I would be granted, was the permission to cum all over the well endowed cock of my soon to be husband.

He was making good on the threats that he had spoken over me.

Day by day he gained more control, and day by day, I lost the will to fight against him.

How could I an intelligent, independent, strong willed woman, become addicted to the kind of man, that society warns us to stay away from?

My emotions were not listening, nor adhering to my sense of better judgment. Whether I wanted to face the truth or not, I was falling in love with the man who had forced his way into my life, and was now forcing me to marry him. It would only be a matter of time before he made good on the threat of bearing him a son.

I stood eying my image in the mirror as the woman who had assisted me in getting dressed shook her head with enthusiasm. I was dressed in a white beaded gown and though it wasn’t a wedding gown it was stunning to say the least. My auburn hair cascaded over my shoulders due to the fact that Glazov had instructed her to leave it down.

Unlike many women my auburn locks are natural. I hated it as a child, but as an adult my hair was one of the things that I loved about my looks.

I looked up to view Glazov entering with what appeared to be an Orthodox minister. I knew enough to know that there would be those who would view our marriage as not binding due to the fact that we were not being married in the traditional church.

Just the fact that Glazov had access to a Priest who was willing to conduct this marriage outside of a church; said a lot about just how much power that he did have, the man that I belonged to, was sinking his talons into me even deeper than he already had. There would be no escaping him now that I would bear his name. I do not know why but the man is obsessed with possessing me and for some odd reason my will to fight for my independence is waning daily.

Glazov

I could not get enough of her. This woman who I had taken had now taken a part of me that no woman had ever been able to have access.

“You are mine Ptichka, there will be no escaping me now. I will be very displeased if I find that you have done anything to thwart my plan of you bearing my son. Is there anything that you wish to tell me, if so, it would be in your interest to reveal it to me now.”

My eyes cut through her demanding the truth.

“You do understand that I will kill Rene, don’t you?”

“I haven’t done anything. I have been off the pill for a month.”

“Very well, Ptichka. It would be in your best interest to remain off of them.”

I clamped my teeth down into her neck just enough to let her know that I meant what I was saying.

I folded her knees back by her neck and relished in her groan, as I slowly pushed into her. I would never tire of watching her eyes roll back into her head each time that I possessed her. Each time was new, a new level of intensity that seared us into one another’s beings.

I had never been with a woman who made me feel this way and I knew that it was necessary for me for me to remain in control.

Weakness was not a luxury that a man in my lifestyle could afford. I had to keep her safe. She had no idea how ruthless my enemies could be and she had to remain safe at all costs and that meant me having utter and complete control over her life.

I loved her into the night, basking in the knowledge that she was my wife. The intensity of that knowledge magnified our love making. She would need that memory to hold onto, for tomorrow before she arose, I would be gone…

Kathleen

I awoke the next morning and thought nothing of Glazov not being in bed. Many times he had already risen and begun his day.

I had clients today so it worked out well for me.

Rene had kept up with her end of things and I was grateful for that. I could only handle one thug at a time. I sure as hell didn’t need her going into debt with one of Glazov’s enemies. I would probably be so mad that I would tell them to kill her myself.

I eyed Yafon in the car mirror as he drove me home. “Where is he, Yafon? What is going on?”

He stared back into the mirror and shook his head no, “No Missy!”

I knew that it was his way of telling me that he was not going to reveal any information to me.

The night rolled around and still there was no sign of Glazov.

I cried myself to sleep. This was the first that I had been without him for six months.

Kathleen

Days have now turned into weeks and a part of me has died.

Yafon follows me everywhere but tells me nothing.

Every scenario possible runs through my head. He has left me for another woman. He is dead, but I would think that Yafon would know that. He is off on some business trip, but why keep me in the dark?

I don’t know what is going on; all that I do know is that a part of me has died.

How could he be so cruel as to come into my life like a whirlwind and sweep me off of my feet, only to disappear without a trace?

I hated him; I hated him because………. he made me love him.

None of this made any sense to me. I simply could not wrap my brain around why he would do this to me.

I become so angry when I tell myself that he will be back for me. How could I be so weak?

My life has become a cycle of days that run into just another day. I call it the groundhog effect. I am going through the motions. There is no longer passion without Glazov, he is the only passion that I have ever known.

It is all that I can do to function.

Kathleen

“Kathleen you need to go to the Dr. You can’t go on like this. You don’t sleep, you don’t eat, you cry all the time. I have already made the appointment for this afternoon. I’ll go with you.”

“All that I could say was that I didn’t understand why Yafon wouldn’t tell me something.”

Yafon

Yafon never let the girl out of his sight. He had grown to care about her deeply as a friend, but his first allegiance was to his boss, Glazov.

He could see that the poor girl was torn up inside and it was all that he could do to not tell her where his boss was. They were doing what had to be done to keep her safe.

The FBI would never leave her alone now that they knew that she was connected to Glazov. It was only a matter of time before his enemies would catch wind of her and that could be detrimental to the girl. He would continue to keep his boss’s location a secret, there was no other choice. He was only doing what had to be done to keep the girl safe.

Kathleen

I stared at the Dr. seated in front of me in disbelief.

“Yes, Kathleen you are for sure pregnant. You are eight weeks pregnant. You had to have noticed that you had missed your periods.”

“I attributed it to stress.”

“Do you want this baby?”

“Absolutely, Dr.”

He patted my leg and smiled, “Then let’s get you started on prenatal vitamins and a good healthy diet. I also want to schedule a sonogram, just the routine stuff, Kathleen.”

I don’t know how to explain it, but news of my child gave me a renewed desire to get on with my life. Glazov was no longer part of it. He had done one good thing, he had given me a reason to forget him and now I would make a life for my child and I.

I eyed Yafon in the mirror as he drove, “I won’t need you anymore Yafon. I’m pregnant and I have no time for a man who would leave his pregnant wife and child. I will get an annulment as quickly as I can arrange it. Drop me at my house.”

I felt good to say that; to take control of my life. It was time to move on.

For the first time in a month I slept well with no thoughts of Glazov, in my own home, with some of my own things that had not been moved, and my dear sweet baby.

Once again life was good…

Kathleen

I was awakened by a persistent knocking on my door.

“What!?! I growled as I looked out to view Yafon.

When he removed his cap and solemnly hung his head, I knew.

“No, no, nooooooo, Oh God nooooooooooo!!!!!!!”

I would have crumbled into a heap at his feet had he not caught me. I knew that my husband was dead.

After that everything was pretty much a blur, I would have to attend his funeral in Russia.

Kathleen

I sat next to Yafon on a private plane making my way to my husband’s funeral.

“Missy you need to eat.” Yafon patted my hand as he sat down a bowl of fruit that the stewardess had brought.

The last time that I was on this plane my husband fucked me over a table. I wonder if that is when my baby was conceived?

“Yes, Afon,” I stated, picking at the food just to pacify him.

I knew that I must look horrid with my swollen shut eyes and my red nose due to my constant crying. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I loved my husband and I loved his baby that I was carrying.

The Captain’s voice interrupted my thoughts announcing our arrival in Moscow. I couldn’t help but wonder why they felt the need to conduct things as if we were on a commercial flight, but right now I was ready to get off of this plane and into a hot bath.

I was ushered to a mansion and shown into a master suite with instructions to use the intercom to request any needs that I may have. Right now I just needed to get a bath and a bed.

I was glad to be left alone and the only thing that I found myself wanting was a glass of Merlot and there was no way that my baby was being subjected to that, so I immediately pushed the thought from my head.

I bathed, dragged myself from the tub, and made my way into the bed. I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow and I was asleep.

Glazov

“Ptichka, my little bird has flown to me. Did you come to tell me the news of my son that you bear?”

I opened my eyes ready to shake the dream from my head, only to view my husband bent over me.

“You fucking bastard! You led me to believe that you were dead.”

By now he was holding me down. He at least had enough sense to know that if I got my hands on him, it would be him getting an ass whipping.

“Get off of me I’m leaving!”

“Like hell you are, you will never be able to leave, you are in my part of the world now! Still underestimating me, Ptichka? Do you honestly think that I would let you go? Oh no little girl, all of this has been to solidify your captivity. You have no idea how far I will go to keep you and the baby that you carry.”

I threw a picture of her sonogram down onto her nude belly. I have been keeping a heavy protective hand over you, my little bird.

I buried my face into her hair as I spoke, “You underestimate me little one, you underestimate just how far that I will go to keep you safe and out of trouble with law enforcement.”

I jerked at a fistful of hair that I held, “Don’t ever mistake my obsession for you as weakness. You will be very sorry if you do. I will stop at nothing and I mean absolutely nothing to keep you and to maintain control of you. You solidified that when you married me and became pregnant with my child. Till death do us part my love. Now let me show that sweet little cunt of yours that Daddy’s home.”

“I’m not letting you touch me! You probably fucked some Russian whore while I was gone. You are not giving my baby some disease.”

“Shutup Ptichka, my cock won’t get hard for anybody else; so that is not an issue.”

“Oh, so you tried?”

“No! Now shut the fuck up or I’m gagging you.”

“You are beginning to show Ptichka and your tits are bigger.”

I ran my hands over the body of my wife. My son was already beginning to make his mark on her. He is strong like his father and grower stronger inside of my wife with each day that passes.

“I have missed being buried deep within you my love. I would be willing to bet that little body of yours has missed me too.”

“I hate you, Glazov.” She sniffled, she looked much like a little girl who had been betrayed, but that had never been my intent. My intent has always and will always be to keep her safe and with me. She does not realize that growing tired and bored of her will never happen, it simply isn’t possible; my obsession with her runs too deeply.

“Liar, you missed me and you are angry that you cannot hate me.”

I ran my hands and mouth over her body taunting her with my tongue and lips.

I held her face and pressed my mouth into hers and the passion in that kiss clearly let me know that she was mine and would always remain mine. Whether we wanted to admit it or not, we were in love with one another and nothing was ever going to change that.

The rest of the day was spent in bed making love. I had missed her, I had missed her so very badly and there was lost time to be made up for.

Ptichka

If I thought that Glazov was obsessed with me before, it was nothing compared to now.

He literally monitored every move that I made. He had completely set me up with the latest technology to run my business from Russia. Rene was running the office in the states and he kept a very close watch on her through his employees there.

He had provided me with a digital camera of my choice for my newest hobby, photography.

My days were spent taking in Moscow and all of the wonderful sites. There was so much to see and photograph.

Of course Yafon was by my side anywhere that I went. Anytime that my husband could accompany me; he did.

I knew that he was trying to make up for the fact that he had faked his death to get me here. Even though he pissed me off with his obsessive behavior, I knew that we were safer here and for that I was grateful. My husband ran Moscow and here the lines between legal and illegal were very blurred, so much so, that my husband was rumored to have helped get the President in office.

I made my way into a small boutique to check out the Matryoshka dolls, better known as nesting dolls. I had begun collecting them as soon as I arrived. I was shocked when the woman made her way over to the door and locked it, turning the open sign over to closed. “Oh, Mrs. Gazov, how can I help you?”

I looked at Yafon who only eyed me as if I should not be shocked that rumors of the American with fiery hair had reached the locals. Everyone knew my husband and everyone feared my husband.

I became intrigued with a set of family nesting dolls and purchased them along with a set that replicated Russian political leaders of the past and present.

I could still hear the shop owner behind me thanking me and telling me to return as she turned the sign over upon my leaving.

I was gaining a new understanding here in Russia of just how powerful that my husband was. I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that I couldn’t leave here if I wanted to. I also couldn’t shake the feeling that my husband would never let me escape with his child…

Glazov

I sat awaiting my wife’s return as I sipped on chilled vodka. I let my mind wander as I awaited her return. Yafon had already informed me that they were on their way home.

Being away from her had been one of the hardest things that I had ever done.

There had not been a day that had gone by that I had not felt as if my gut was being wrenched from my core. The woman had an effect on me that none other had ever been able to accomplish.

I had women that threw themselves at me. They did anything that I wanted them to do without question. It was always the same; they wanted more and I grew bored, until my Ptichka.

I was obsessed with her and everyday that passed my obsession only grew; until now it was the center of my universe.

I couldn’t explain or figure how this woman had wrapped me in her web. I was completely and utterly intrigued and taken with her. There was no figuring out the way that she encompassed every aspect of my life, but then again…….I have never been in love before………

Hers screams of glee broke through my thoughts as she tossed her shopping bags on the bed and ran over sitting on my lap facing me.

Ptichka

I screeched with joy as I entered the bedroom where my husband was seated awaiting me.

Life size nesting dolls greeted me. They were the largest that I had ever seen.

Each stood in a line and was a perfect replica of us with three stair step children, two older boys and a girl. The dolls looked exactly like us. They were absolutely exquisite. The time and the detail that had been put into them, was simply remarkable.

I was thrilled, not only that he had purchased them, but the amount of thought that had gone into having them made; was endearing to me to say the least.

I jumped on his lap wrapping my legs around him. He nodded at Yafon commanding him to leave.

I looked into his face and he looked angry as he eyed me. I never could get a read on him.

His eyes cut through me as unbuttoned my shirt and began pinching and pulling at my tits.

“Stop it” I whined, “That hurts.”

He pulled my bottom lip down with his thumb as his other thumb pad was used to bring a nipple to stout attention.

“You have no idea what real pain is.”

His hand tugged at a fistful of hair as he gritted his teeth eyeing me.

He ran his tongue over his teeth making a clicking noise as he stared at me.

He bent in whispering, “Lift that skirt up, spread those sweet little lips and sit on that thick hard pole of mine. Now!” he growled.

My hands trembled as I lifted my skirt up and moved my panties over and began slowly sitting down on him.

His hand wrapped in my hair as he plunged up and into me. “Do as I said or I’m going to. Fucking you isn’t going to hurt that baby.”

I grabbed his shoulders and began stroking up and down with more force.

“That’s it, there is that ‘I am going to cum face.’ You better not though.”

Every nerve in my body was on high alert. The way that was he daring me to disobey him with his eyes and the threats that he whispered and hissed in my direction only served to set me on fire for him. He grabbed my head by handfuls of hair and whispered “cum.”

His mouth covered my screams as I convulsed on top of him. If sex was good before, then it was off the charts now. Being pregnant only intensified the experience.

Glazov

Glazov stood in the ring and stretched his neck back and forth as he sized up his opponent.

His sadistic need for blood had reared its ugly head and Glazov’s need to feed it was evident.

He flexed his fists and immediately began ruthlessly assaulting his opponent. Though his opponent was a professional fighter he stood no chance against Glazov. The crunching of disintegrating bone could be heard throughout the ring as Glazov mercilessly beat the man.

Blood flew only feeding the fuel of Glazov’s sadistic need to hurt. There was a method to his madness, it kept his wife safe. Better to plummet a willing opponent; than to subject his wife to pain.

Ptichka

I made my way through the mansion being nosey when I happened upon the gym.

I had brought my camera in hopes of getting shots and what I ended up viewing, was a sight that I never could have been prepared for.

Blood flew through the air as my husband beat a boxing opponent and showed no mercy. I stood around the corner unseen and clicked shots until I could stand watching the beating no more.

The pictures would be proof of his brutality; in case I ever needed them.

I quickly made my way upstairs and put them on a stick deleting them from my camera and hiding the evidence.

I don’t know what I thought that I could prove with them, it wasn’t like people did not already know that my husband was ruthless, but none the less I had them in case I never needed to show someone just how vicious that he was.

Agent Turner

Agent Turner spoke aloud to himself as he eyed the computer, “That guy sure has got it bad for that girl, to fake his own death in order to get her on his stomping grounds is the furthest that I have ever seen him go for a woman. She’ll be back and if she ever needs help getting away from you Glazov, I’ll be here.”

What agent Turner did not recognize was that he was developing for Kathleen what many Psychiatrists would dub as a ‘Hero complex.’

He just couldn’t get past the fact that he knew that a woman who would never have had anything to do with the likes of Alexander Glazov, had been forced into marriage and motherhood by him.

As far as agent Turner was concerned; that poor girl’s life had been ruined. And it was true, he did have a point, her life would never be the same now that Alexander Glazov had gotten his hands on her.

Glazov and Ptichka

I rubbed my stomach as my baby kicked inside my womb. I couldn’t help but wonder if my husband would be disappointed if I was pregnant with a girl.

“What if we find out that I am having a girl today, Glazov?”

“Then we will add a princess to our family, is it not fun the thought of trying for a boy?”

“Let’s just get through this first pregnancy.” I groaned.

“It is a boy, Ptichka, you are too big for it to be a girl and you are carrying him low.”

“Are you saying that I am fat?”

“No, I am not and it would not matter, we Russian men like our women big.”

“Well don’t count on that, I guess that I will have to come down to your gym and work it off.”

“Yes, Ptichka, we will discuss the gym later.”

I could tell by the way that he cut his eyes at me that he knew that I had been sneaking around down there. I could only hope that he did not know about the pictures that I had hidden.

I watched my husband beam with pride as the Dr. informed him that he was the father of a bouncing baby boy. He then eyed him seriously and stated that we needed to be on high alert. The baby was large even by Russian standards. The Dr. was convinced that I would never carry him full term and even then; I would probably need a C-section.

I can’t say that part of me didn’t feel good about having a C-section, in my mind it would keep everything down there tight, but that was probably just me being paranoid.

I would wait until we got home before I informed Glazov that I wanted to return to the states to have my baby.

Glazov

I breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled to release the irritation that I was feeling towards my wife. I swirled the chilled vodka and finished the glass off before reaching and pouring myself another.

“You continue to underestimate me little one. You sneak down and take pictures of my viciousness and then hide them in hopes to have proof to use against me. You then have the nerve to ask me if you may return to the states to give birth to my Russian son. Hmm, would you deny him his Russian heritage?”

When she attempted to answer me I commanded silence.

“You are three weeks away from giving birth to my son and I have every intention of fucking him from your loins tonight. Hell no, you are not taking my son out of the country! Don’t worry he will have dual citizenship, but if you ever try to escape me and take my son from me, you will be very sorry young lady!”

I stood taking the memory stick from my pocket as I chuckled, “Do you not realize that the authorities are well aware of how ruthless I am, I own most of them Ptichka. I am the reason the Russian President is in office.”

I took another large swig of vodka and removed my clothing.

“Strip Ptichka, and get on all fours!”

“You are not going to hurt me are you?”

“I told you that I want to meet my son tonight.”

I positioned my body behind my wife making her wait; open and vulnerable where I could view her.

I gently rubbed my hands over her soft ass and smacked down causing her to cry out.

I placed myself at her opening stroking and toying with her until she began pushing back against me. I smacked down on her ass, “You get that when I say that you get that!”

Once again I began teasing her. I would barely push into her and then pull out.

“You’re a sneaky little bitch, if I ever find out that you turn on me and go to an authority behind my back, you will be in more trouble than you could ever imagine.”

I guess I teased her too long because she finally screamed out, “Shut up and fuck me!”

I didn’t want to hurt her; I would save that for after she recouped from giving birth, but I had every intention of fucking her into labor.

I must have done something right because she woke up that night and we welcomed Alexander Nikita Glazov Jr. into our world.

True to the Dr’s word she had to have a C-section due to his size. He weighed in at 12lbs 2 ozs.

He was his father’s son and I couldn’t be more proud.

Ptichka

I held my son in my arms breastfeeding as my husband sat watching. I rubbed my hand over his strawberry blonde hair and he smiled. My son had been smiling from the moment that they placed him in my arms. The Dr. and nurses said that had never viewed a child that smiled as quickly as he did. A photo had been caught of it and it had literally gone viral.

My son commanded attention from the moment that he entered the world. I know that I don’t have the typical family and I was not betrothed in the normal manner but this is my life, this is my family and Russia is now my home…

The End…

Glazov (Dark Romance Series) by Suzanne Steele (1)

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