Secret Bratva Daddy

Chapter 11Sydney

11

Sydney

M y heart pounds as Avros's hand comes down on my backside again, the sting of his palm sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. It's not painful, not really—more like a firm reminder of his dominance, his control. And God help me, but I love it.

"Have you learned your lesson yet, krasotka ?" Avros purrs, his accent thicker with arousal. His free hand trails up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Or are you still a curious little kitty cat who needs to be taught what not to do?”

I bite my lip, fighting back a moan. My splayed fingers dig into the surface of the desk as I arch my back towards him. "I... I don't know," I manage to gasp out. "Maybe you need to teach me again?"

A low chuckle rumbles through Avros's chest. "Such a naughty girl," he murmurs, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. "So eager for punishment."

His words send a jolt of heat straight to my core. I squirm against the desk, desperate for more friction, more of his touch. "Please, Avros," I whimper, past the point of shame or hesitation. "I need..."

"Shh," he soothes, his hand ghosting over the curve of my ass. "I know exactly what you need, my love."

In one fluid motion, Avros spins me around to face him. His eyes are dark with desire, a predatory hunger that should terrify me. Instead, it only stokes the fire burning in my veins.

"You're so beautiful like this," Avros growls, his gaze raking over my flushed face, my heaving chest. "Desperate for my touch. Tell me, Sydney. Tell me what you want.”

I swallow hard, overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare. "I want you," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “On top of me, inside of me… fucking me. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life."

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Avros's face. "Good girl," he purrs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. "Now let me give you what you need."

His lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding. I melt into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Avros's tongue delves into my mouth, tasting, exploring, claiming. It's intoxicating, and I never want it to end.

But Avros has other plans. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw, down the column of my throat. I tilt my head back, offering more of myself to him. His teeth graze my pulse point, and I can't hold back the breathy moan that escapes me.

"Such a submissive little kitty cat,” Avros murmurs against my skin. “You were made to be punished by me, molded by me.”

His hands make quick work of the zipper on my dress, and suddenly I'm exposed to his hungry gaze. I should feel self-conscious, but the raw desire in Avros's eyes as he drinks in the sight of me leaves no room for doubt.

"Gorgeous," he breathes, cupping my breasts through the thin lace of my bra. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I arch into his touch, desperate for more. "I'm going to worship every inch of this body, krasotka . Make you forget your own name with my cock.”

"Yes," I gasp at the filthy words, my head falling back as Avros's mouth replaces his hands on my breasts. "Oh God, Avros, please..."

Reaching around, he unclasps my bra and tosses it onto the ground. Then he focuses his attention on my sensitive nipples, alternating between gentle licks and sharp nips that send sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I'm lost in sensation, my world narrowing to nothing but Avros's touch, his scent, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the callouses of his fingertips on my peaks.

Avros's hand slides between my thighs, and I spread them wider without hesitation. His fingers brush against my soaked panties, and he groans against my skin.

"So wet for me already," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me, Sydney. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

His fingers press more firmly against my aching core, and I whimper. “I want you to wreck me,” I gasp out. “I want you to fuck me, to bend me over your desk and take me.”

“Oh, I will,” he growls, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as he pulls my panties off. His fingers slide through my folds, gathering my wetness before circling my clit with maddening slowness. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget that this wet, soaking pussy is mine now.”

I cry out as Avros slides two thick fingers inside me, my inner walls clenching around the delicious penetration. He sets a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on each thrust to hit that spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

"That's it, krasotka , give in to the pleasure,” Avros encourages, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit as his fingers pump in and out. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart on my hand."

His words, combined with the exquisite pleasure of his touch, send me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in waves and pulses, Avros's name falling from my lips like a prayer as I clench on his thick, rough fingers.

As I come down from my high, trembling and boneless, Avros withdraws his fingers. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan of appreciation.

"Delicious," he purrs, his eyes dark with hunger. "But I'm not done with you yet, moya lyubov . You asked for my cock, and you will have it.”

Before I can catch my breath, Avros is lifting me onto the desk, scattering papers and pens in his haste. He steps between my spread thighs, his hands roaming my body possessively.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Sydney," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I'm going to claim this sweet little pussy and ruin you for any other man. Do you understand?"

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. All I know is that I need him inside me, filling me, completing me in a way I never knew was possible.

Avros makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his impressive length. I can't help but stare, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in my stomach. He’s huge, thick and long, even bigger than I remember from the sauna, and for a moment I wonder if he'll even fit.

But then Avros is there, lining himself up with my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. "Look at me," he commands, and I obey without hesitation. His eyes lock onto mine as he begins to push inside, stretching me in the most delicious way.

"Fuck," Avros grunts, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. "So tight, so perfect. So wet and wonderfully warm for me, krasotka ."

I whimper as he bottoms out, feeling impossibly full. There's a slight burn, a delicious ache that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure. Avros holds still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, but I'm already rolling my hips, silently begging for more.

Taking the hint, Avros begins to move. His thrusts start slow and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. But soon, the careful control gives way to raw passion. His hips snap against mine with increasing force, driving into me with a ferocity that steals my breath.

“This pussy is mine now,” Avros growls, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “No other man will have it. Say it, Sydney. Tell me that this sweet wet pussy is for me, and only for me.”

"Yours," I gasp out between moans, his raw, possessive dominance and dirty words making me whimper with arousal. “My pussy is yours, Avros. Only yours."

His rhythm falters for a moment, a flash of something almost vulnerable crossing his face. But then it's gone, replaced by a look of fierce determination. Avros hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position has him hitting that spot deep inside me with unerring accuracy, and I cry out in ecstasy.

"That's it, krasotka ," Avros urges, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Come for me again. Let me feel that sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”

His words, combined with the relentless pounding of his hips and the skilled fingers that find my clit once more, send me careening over the edge. My second orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, even more intense than the first. I'm vaguely aware of calling out Avros's name, my nails raking down his back as pleasure consumes me, my inner walls clenching him so tight that I’m afraid I’ll nearly pass out from the force of it.

Avros follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside me. The feeling of his cum, hot and pulsing, prolongs my own climax until I'm a trembling, gasping mess beneath him. Knowing that he’s in me, that he came in me, that my body alone sent this powerful man over the edge, fills me with satisfaction.

We stay like that for long moments, both panting and sweaty, our bodies still joined together, wetness and warmth pooling between us. Avros peppers soft kisses along my neck and jaw, murmuring endearments in Russian that I don't understand but feel in my very soul.

As the fog of pleasure begins to clear, however, a cold realization hits me. We didn't use protection. The potential consequences of our actions settle over me like a lead weight, and I tense involuntarily.

Avros must sense the change in my mood because he pulls back slightly, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You look… tense.”

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "We... we didn't use anything," I manage to whisper, unable to meet his eyes. "What if something happens?"

Understanding dawns in Avros's eyes, followed quickly by a possessive heat that makes my breath catch. He pulls me closer, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "Don't worry, my sweet little kitty cat. I'll take care of everything. I’ll take care of you. You are mine now. You’ll never want for anything again.”

The mixture of protectiveness and ownership in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. I’ve never been claimed so thoroughly, possessed so intimately, by anyone, much less a man with duffel bags full of cash and secret rooms full of guns. I close my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck. How is it possible to feel so safe in the arms of the most dangerous man I've ever met?

As Avros holds me close, murmuring soft reassurances as he softens and slips out of me, I can't help but wonder what I've gotten myself into. This isn't just a fling or a moment of passion. I can feel it in my bones. Whatever is happening between us, it's far bigger and more complicated than I ever could have imagined.

And as much as it scares me, I know with absolute certainty that I don't want it to end.