EroticReverie

Maksim Petrov

I needed to either start using condoms and force myself to give up the perfect feel of her directly on me, get a fucking vasectomy, or she had to get on some form of contraceptive.

Audrey couldn't get pregnant. Ever. 

It was bad enough I was selfish enough to want to keep Audrey , and ask her to accept this life for herself. I wasn't there yet, but I was already imagining a giant rock on her finger, and her in a white dress and promising to be mine. I wasn't going to ask her anytime soon, but I was already a hundred...no..a thousand percent sure...if I was going to take a wife....it would be her.  I'd never been as sure as I was about that. Whether she accepted was another thing entirely. But I already knew...it was her or no one. 

When I left her this morning, she was already back asleep in bed by the time I finished showering and then got ready quietly. Placed a kiss on her head and left for the day. 

Slev is still pissed, and I get it. I understand the dangers of keeping loose ends around. But, this was different. I wanted to trust Audrey. I never WANTED to trust anyone. Certain levels of trust were forced with other people in my life. I wanted to trust Audrey, as much as I trusted myself. Because I, was the only one I truly trusted. Slev was the only other person I trusted. But with the way he spoke about me "Taking care of" Audrey as a loose end. Even though I know he was thinking how we were trained and brought up to, it didn't sit right with me. He was supposed to not just be one of my men, but a friend. 

Sitting across from him now we stare each other down. Not in challenge really, but just waiting for the other to say something. 

Slev is the first to speak, and he does so in Russian. 

"She is not a toy Maksim. I'm glad you're having fun with her, but it's time to put the toy back on the shelf, throw it away." he says. 

My lips draw tight as I just cock my head and look at him. 

"I will find you a nice woman. One that even looks like her." Slev says.

"Nobody looks like her" I reply back to him in Russian. 

Slev rolls his eyes. 

"She is a dime a dozen" he says. 

"Says you." I say. 

"She will ruin you. She already is. You were two hours late getting here. You are never late." Slev says.

"I am on time, even when I am late. When I get here, is the time I am supposed to arrive." I say. 

"So we wait, we sit around so you can screw the dead man's woman?" Slev says, testing me again, making my jaw dick. 

"She is not his." I say. 

"so she is yours?" Slev asks. 

I lick my teeth. "She is mine." 

Slev lets out a laugh of annoyance. 

"You fuck us all by fucking her." he says growing serious. 

"You fuck me. You fuck my men, you fuck-"

"MY MEN" I say and sit up staighter. 

Slev's jaw ticks. 

"You killed two of your men for her." he says. 

"I killed three men. They were not mine the way they handled her." 

"She should have been killed, what does it matter how they handled her?" Slev asks. 

I clench my jaw and crack my neck. 

"It matters because one was about to rape her, the other, about to let it happen. That's why they're shark bait Slev. They know my rules." I say. 

"The only man I know who can kill hundreds, yet gives a fuck about another man taking a bit of pussy for himself." Slev says and I fight the urge to pull out my gun and shoot the bastard in the shoulder. Better yet, his dick. 

It was pretty common for Russian men in our way of life to take what they wanted. They thought they were owed everything, anything. However if a man were to touch their mothers? their sister? their daughters? They'd cut the man dick off and feed it to him, before gutting him. It made no sense to me. Every woman was someone daughter, sometimes sister maybe, or someones mother. Rape was senseless. There was no purpose. It was selfish ans served no agenda, but the rapists. 

Some would argue that killing a woman is just as bad. While I hated when women had to become victims. It served a purpose. It served not just the person pulling the trigger, but the other men within the family. It's served everyone, to keep them safe from "loose ends". 

"We're done here. You won't bring this up again." I tell him. 

He gives a waves of his hand as if dismissing it. 

"You think the other men don't know that two men went missing from our count? That they don't know you brought her back with you? What does that look like Maksim? I'm trying to make you see the fucking picture here....regardless of why you killed your own...they will see it as pussy over us...pussy over the life you chose ...the life you swore to" he growls on the last bit. 

"Let it be a lesson to them then. That I promise the same fate to any of them who dare to touch ANY woman in such a way, or allow a woman to be touched when she doesnt not want it. Tell them all what happaned Slev. Let it be known, I wont hesitate to end every god damn one of them if I find out they've done so under my fucking watch, on my god damn time." I spit and stand up. 

"Now. We're fucking done. Say another word and I'll shoot you in the god damn dick brother." I say. 

Slev's upper lips curls in annoyance and he stands, both of us fastening our suit jackets. 

"Now tell me you have good news on where the rest of our fucking shipment is yeah?" I say and walk around the table and out the door with Slev and make our way to the other side of the warehouse where five men with "tips" hang from meat hooks by their back. The blood of the hooks in their skin dripping to the floor. 

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By 5:45pm all but one piece is found, leaving us at a 300,000k loss. Seven men are dead. The five in the warehouse that led us to the other two, all seven kissing fish in the bottom of the ocean somewhere. 

I put a crew of newer men on the hunt for the last piece. Whether I find it out not means little to me. However, those men know their worth to me is dependent on the fact they can prove themselves to be valuable. So, I have no doubt eventually it will be found. 

By 6:37pm I'm walking into my home to the sound of women talking. I can hear Lavender laughing and my cock twitches at the sound. The other voices belong to Oksana and Jelena, two of my housekeepers, and Yana the chef, and Luiza my second assistant, along with Galina, my main assistant. 

I nod as I walk past Pavel and Mikhail, two of my guards standing at the entrance and then follow the sound of the female voices in the kitchen area. 

I'm smiling at the sound of Audrey's laugh as I round the corner and my feet stop as my eyes go right to her. 

She's standing at the end of the counter. Her lavender hair is up in some sort of sexy little pull up do, where loose pieces sweep the sides of her face. She's wearing a lavender colored silk slip dress. Thin little straps, sitting on her sexy shoulders, her neck slender, and exposed with all that hair piled up. The slip dress goes just below her knees, and she wears a pair white thin strapped heels. The front of the dress swoops at the neckline, and from here I can see her delectable little nipples nice and hard underneath. Fucking hell. 

"Oh" Oksasna says and nods in my direction and clears her throat. All of them women go quiet and Lavender looks at me. A smile comes to her face, her eyes sparkle. Shit, she was breathtaking each time I laid eyes on her. My eyes drink her in. 

When she opens her mouth to speak, my cock gets even harder at her butchered attempt to speak Russian. 

"Dobro pozhalovat' domoy" she says. Her sexy voice bringing that terrible Russian to my ears and driving me insane. 

Welcome Home. Is what she's trying to say. 

I look to the other women. They know me enough, have worked for me long enough to know me well. The look I give them dismisses them. They quickly say their goodbyes to my beautiful Lavender as I make my way over to her. 

Her eyes are on mine, each of us waiting for the last foot steps to leave the room. 

"Nice dress." I say and lift my hand to her wrist, then let one finger slide up along her bare arm and she shivers slightly as I reach her shoulder. 

"Spasibo" she says. Her American accent butchering the simple "thank you". 

I smirk.

"You trying to speak Russian ....is quite possibly...the worlds sexiest, yet most awful attempt" I say teasing her as I slide a finger under the strap of her dress and she huffs and scrunches her nose. 

"I was asking them to teach me..." she says and I nod and lower my head kissing her cheek, then slipping the strap from her shoulder and kissing her skin there.  She takes a deep breath. 

"it's the only way I'll know what you're saying to me when you're inside of me" she says, and i let my tongue taste her skin, giving her shoulder a kiss that her mouth deserves for speaking my tongue. 

"ty izyskannyy" I whisper on her collar bone and then kiss up her neck and she shifts slightly, closer, her hands coming to my suit jacket and grabbing it. 

"what does that mean?" she askes quietly, and i leave kisses below her ear as my other hand lifts to her other shoulder. 

"It means" I whisper in her ear as I slip the other strap down , my fingers gently pulling at the dress, bringing it down her arms and body , until the soft fabric slips right from her body to the floor. 

"You are exquisite" I tell her as I slide my hands to her lower back , then to her ass and lift her onto the counter. With a gasp , her ass hits the counter and I step between her legs as she swallows hard and looks at me. 

"Spasibo" she says again , thanking me and I grin. 

"potseluy menya" I tell her. 

"whats that mean?" she asks, her breath shaky as I hold her face and lean in to her, tipping her gorgeous face up and looking down at her as her eyes blink slowly, her eyes looking back up at me in a little daze. 

"It means kiss me." I tell her.