The Bratva's Baby (Wicked Doms 1)

“When you sit at the table with me and Dimitri, you will be reminded of your submission to me,” he says. I freeze when something cold pushes at my asshole. Oh, God. This isn’t right. He shouldn’t be doing this. Without warning, he plunges his thumb past the muscle, fingers gripping the fullness of my ass. Pushing, pulling, stretching me, I arch my back and scream, but he continues his onslaught. Something cold and liquidy glides along my ass, then the cold metal pushes inward. I scream out loud, but when he speaks, his voice is surprisingly gentle.

“Relax, krasotka,” he says. “You must relax. Close your eyes and breathe in through your nose.” With no other choice, I do what he says. He’s stroking my lower back, easing me into this while he glides the metal into my ass. I whimper and cringe at the very thought, but when his fingers come between my legs and he begins stroking my swollen folds, I am overcome with a fullness. I can’t breathe at first until he reminds me.

“Inhale.”

I take in a ragged breath as he strokes me.

“Exhale.”

I let the breath out.

“Good girl,” he approves, leaning down and whispering in my ear. “While you sit in that dining room dressed like a queen, you will feel the reminder of my control. I will feed your mouth while I master every part of you. Your pussy will throb for me. Your ass will clench in fear and need. Your mouth will water. And tonight, if you behave yourself, I’ll grant you a reward.”

And then his touch is gone and he’s at the door. I freeze, not knowing what to expect.

“Nikita. Come in.”Chapter NineKazimirThis is almost my favorite part of training. Everything is new to her—my mouth on her pussy, the gleaming, beautiful plug between her full cheeks, the stripes of my belt on her naked skin. My cock strains against my zipper. There’s just enough fight in Sadie. She’s perfect. Blind submission would leave me wanting, and too much fight makes my job that much harder. Sadie’s curiosity and stubborn refusal are the ideal pitch.

I watch as Sadie’s eyes fly open at the sound of Nikita entering the room. Nikita doesn’t even blink at the sight of Sadie’s submissive posture. Bowing her head, she greets me.

“Sir. What is it you wish from me tonight?”

Nikita has worked for the Bratva for four years. Dimitri rescued her from dire poverty where she lived in a little shack, fed her, clothed her, employed her. We quickly came to see she was a woman to be trusted. She is our most faithful staff member, and the one I bring in first when I have a new woman to train. Her quiet nature and easy way of speech make the girls relax a little, but her loyalty to me means I can trust her not to betray me.

A petite woman with short, black hair, almond-shaped eyes, and a pert little nose, she takes in every detail with shrewd precision.

“Sadie will join me and Dimitri for dinner in an hour,” I tell her. “She is unaccustomed to any type of pampering, so it will be your job to introduce her. She may not appear before Dimitri until she’s been sufficiently prepared. Her gown hangs in the bathroom.” Nikita nods. I take a step toward Nikita, getting her attention. “The appeal of this woman is her innocence. Her wholesome appearance. Enhance that,” I instruct. “None of the exotic appeal of our native women. Do you understand me?” Russian women take pride in their appearance and slim figures, many choosing vibrant make-up and revealing clothing. I want Sadie’s beauty underscored, not hidden.

“Is she allowed to leave the bed, sir?” Nikita asks, her eyes twinkling at me. She knows it’s impossible to dress Sadie when she’s still lying on the bed.

I merely growl at Nikita and narrow my eyes at her. “Do not overstep, woman,” I warn.

She bows her head in apology. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Turning to the bed, she calls to Sadie. “Come with me, please.”

Sadie hangs her head miserably and drags her feet, wincing when she walks. I don’t care about her embarrassment. Perhaps it will ease my training. She doesn’t make eye contact with me at all, which is just as well. She should be humiliated and chastened right now, after the brief spanking and plug. If she behaves, she’ll learn I’m not always a cruel master.

I sit at the table in my room while the women do their work, checking my emails and messages on my phone. The door to the bathroom stays open on my instruction, but their voices are muted. At first, Sadie doesn’t speak to Nikita, but as they continue with their primping and preening, she begins to talk. I don’t pay attention to their words until I hear Sadie ask in a hushed tone. “What is kisa?”