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Nadezhda suspected Arkady’s intervention when she came by the restaurant and her uncle paid her in full with no argument. He said nothing about her returning to work. When Nadezhda glanced down at the check Boris had written her, she blinked, seeing an amount significantly higher than she expected.
“Your cousin wishes to repay you for… the hard work you have done for her in the past and insisted that I give you a month of her wages.”
Yep. Arkady had been around. What more could she say? “Thank you, Uncle Boris. I came here three years ago because you gave me an opportunity and it has done me well, but it is time for me to move on. I wish you the best of luck with your work and family.”
He hesitated as he looked at her. “Family is supposed to look out for family and I did that when I took you in. I am sorry certain members have not been welcoming, but it appears that you are now taken care of and my role as your guardian is over.”
“Thank you, Uncle Boris.”
“Only remember that family is family, you will always be my niece,” he said. Nadezhda had known him long enough to figure that this meant that even though she was no longer dependent on him, he was not banishing her.
“And you will always be my uncle. Dasvidaniya.”
o0o
Since she no longer had a job, Nadezhda decided to take the rest of the semester off and devote part of her time to studying languages. Ukranian was close enough to Russian that it took her little effort to learn, but she’d bought Rosetta Stone programs in Polish and Czech, which, while also Slavic, was different enough from Russian to require more of her focus. The more languages she mastered, the more valuable she would be as an interpreter or translator.
In due time she would work on learning Chinese and French, and then more, for as long as she could grasp and learn languages. And it was nice that she didn’t have to worry about work, at least for a bit of time. As a freshman, there was a fair amount of gen-ed classes she had to take, and she wanted to get the week’s homework done with. Then she’d work on some Polish for an hour or two. After that… well, Arkady had made that clear. He was coming over for dinner, and it went without saying, more.
Sometimes she would spend the night at his place, but other times, he would come here and they would play in the large, comfortable king-sized bed that he had insisted on putting in her bedroom. It was something he’d already furnished her apartment with before he’d agreed to put a stop to his gift-giving. At least it was really comfortable and she could hardly complain after spending over a year on a sofa bed which wasn’t much better than the twin bed she’d had for over a decade as a child and teenager.
She had been sincere in her expressions of gratitude for his generosity. A comfortable and clean place to live, a well-stocked pantry, a reasonable amount of money set aside. Overwhelming as she might find Arkady’s more lavish gifts, she couldn’t complain about not needing to worry about life’s basics. So she set about on her studies, barely paying any attention to the time before she heard the click of the lock on the door to her apartment as Arkady let himself in.
He never knocked. But since he was paying for it, it was one of these things she chose to not bring up. She rose from her seat to see him slide off his shoes and set his small rolling suitcase to the side. Clad in a dark gray suit and with his hair tied back nearly, Arkady looked like he’d just come from a meeting.
He smiled as she approached him before he pulled her into a hug. His hand slid down to playfully cup her rear end before she pulled back, swatting at him playfully.
“Are you hungry now?” she asked. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Something light. I don’t want a rich meal weighing us down,” he replied with a light smirk. She feigned a roll of her eyes before turning away and heading into the kitchen as Arkady settled onto the sofa. From an outside perspective, this might almost appear like a slice of American life. Guy comes home from work and his woman cooks for him while he watches TV.
She pulled out a can of tomato soup. The secret to a creamy tomato soup when using canned soup was to use milk instead of water. As she set that to cooking with a dash of garlic and basil for flavor, she set about making grilled cheese sandwiches. When Arkady saw her put the food on the dining table, he rose from the couch and took his place in one of the chairs while she sat across from him. If they ordered out, they might relax in front of the television, but Arkady insisted on sitting at the table for a home-cooked meal.
“How have your studies been going?” Arkady asked casually.
“I’ve done all the homework I can do. I’m actually a few weeks ahead in my English 101 class, so now most of my studies are on Rosetta Stone. I’ll be taking the Russian proficiency test this summer.”
“Very good,” he said approvingly.
“I certainly do earn my keep, don’t I?” she teased.
“In more ways tuzla escort than one.” His eyes gleamed with pent-up desire. She did not doubt that he fantasized about what he might do with her during his meetings, or whatever other business he did as part of his job for the Volga Group. Not that she could judge. She certainly had her own daydreams of him…
He didn’t jump into sex after dinner, to her surprise, instead choosing to watch an episode of Star Trek. They’d been marathoning the original series a few episodes at a time.
“Come sit with me,” he said, patting the area next to him on the couch, reclining comfortably on the cushions. She obeyed, feeling her body thrill as it came into contact with his own. His hand slid down her back, hip, and rear end, feeling out what he was already familiar with. Through the episode, he would stroke or squeeze various parts of her anatomy, and she squirmed around in anticipation, impatient for the ending of the show before his hand slid between her legs, slowly rubbing her through the fabric of her lounge pants.
She twisted against him, placing her hand on his chest, feeling the intake of breath. Her other hand groped downward, but he stopped her before she could make it to her destination, and she gave out a small whine.
“I let you have your way last time. Tonight, you are mine,” he growled softly into her ear as he pulled her onto his lap. Last time pranced blissfully through her mind; the very satisfying cunnilingus he’d given her, and the ease with which he lay back and let her work herself on his cock, twisting and gyrating as she would, savoring the delicious fullness of him.
“That smile tells me of how you remember that night…” Arkady said with a knowing smirk.
“I didn’t hear any complaints,” she reminded him.
“There was nothing to complain about love, but tonight, I am in charge. And I have something in mind…” He reached down to rub her groin again, and she arched against him as he kissed the side of her neck. She pressed herself against him, hoping to encourage him to speed things up by signaling her eagerness.
“Arkady…”
“Ty khochesh’ moy chlen vnutri sebya, ne tak li,” he teased. You want my cock inside of you, don’t you?
“Blya da,” she moaned. Fuck, yes.
“Tyazhelo i gluboko vdavlivat’ v tebya.” Pushing into you hard and deep.
“Pozhaluysta da da!” Please, yes, yes.
“Ty moya, Nadezhda.” You are mine, Nadezhda.
“Da, Arkady. Pozhaluysta, voz’mi menya seychas.” Yes, Arkady. Please take me now.
“Moya lyubov’. Vy tak milo sprashivayete.” My love. You ask so sweetly. He reached up to caress the side of her face before he rose to his feet. “YA dam tebe sebya … v svoye vremya.” I shall give you myself… in due time.
He staked over to his suitcase, tugging at a zipper before pulling out what resembled a bag from a high-end store.
It’d been nearly a month since that night he’d blindfolded and tied her up. He had not broached the subject since, and she wasn’t sure if this meant that he had given up on these sorts of games. She’d been hesitant to ask him about it as well, not sure of what that might lead to. She hated to admit it, but she was a bit curious about playing more games with him. He’d piqued her curiosity with his short lecture about power.
What was in that bag? She gulped nervously and looked up at him as he approached her, sitting down and placing the bag on the coffee table.
“Remember when we talked about trust?” he asked.
“Um. Yes.”
“Keep that in mind when you see what is in this bag.”
“Oh dear,” she whispered.
He reached into the bag and pulled out… oh my god, handcuffs. Fucking handcuffs! So this month’s good behavior had been to lull her into a sense of false security. Was that why he’d backed off so quickly?
“-you can get out of them,” she heard him say. She blinked and looked at the shiny metal dangling before her. He lifted a hand, pressing something on the side of the cuff, and it snapped open. “No keys needed.”
“… Oh?” Well. That would be easier to deal with. She just didn’t like the idea of being rendered completely helpless, but if she had an out…
She took the cuffs from him, examining them and pressing the small lever after closing the cuff. It snapped open just as easily as it had the first time. She looked him in the eyes.
“Is the sight of me bound really that much of a turn-on to you?” she asked.
He smirked slowly. “I am a man who likes to feel in power. While I am happy to let you have your way with me sometimes, there are other times where I am in a… mood.” He pulled another set of cuffs out of the bag. “The posts on your bed are about to be put to very good use.”
“I’m not a business rival to bring down,” she argued gently. “You don’t need to be so dominant with me. I thought you were enjoying what we already do.”
He stared at her for several moments. “I will not lie. I do have certain tastes. And yes, pendik escort something that excites me is the thought of you bound for my pleasure. I know it sounds like a male domination fantasy.” He shrugged. “That that kind of fantasy means I disrespect women or like seeing them degraded or abused. Nothing could be further from the truth, my little tsaritsa.”
She looked back down at the cuffs, tracing her finger along the rounded edge.
“Please trust me,” she heard him say. She looked back at him, feeling his thumb stroke her cheek. She imagined how the metal would feel around her wrists, and how she might look to him.
“Very well,” she conceded, wondering what might come of this.
“Come.” He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it.
o0o
Arkady was all too aware of the hungry flesh twitching between his legs as he watched Nadezhda divest herself of her clothing. He’d been busy the last few days and found plenty enough to occupy himself with – his value to the Volga Group was well-earned – but when he lay in bed alone at the luxury hotel he was staying in, his thoughts wandered over to Nadezhda.
Some men would have made use of services that the hotel discreetly offered, but now that Arkady had his relationship with Nadezhda, the thought of bringing another woman to his bed, even on the most casual of terms, did not excite him.
Nadezhda did not know it, but she had him practically wrapped around her little finger. He felt his pulse quicken – again – as she pulled the tank top off over her head, revealing nipples that looked so hard they seemed to beg to be pinched and rolled.
Oh, he would fuck her and fuck her well, but first, he would have her gasping and begging for him. She might be his little tsaritsa, but he and he alone was the mighty tsar, master of his domain and all within it, including this exquisite woman.
“Leave on your panties,” he commanded as she started to shimmy out of her pants. She had on a pair of dark green bikini briefs hemmed with lighter green.
“Get on the bed,” he instructed as he flexed his fingers, feeling the metal against his palm. She slid onto the bed, eyes on him as she positioned herself so that her head lay near the headboard. He approached the side of the bed, taking hold of her wrist and clicking the cuff around it before attaching the other end to the sturdy wooden frame. Her eyes followed him as he made his way around the bed to the other side, and he stood back for a moment, eyeing his work. The handcuffs had enough slack that she could rest her elbows on the pillows if need be.
“Taking one in for the spank bank, hm?” she asked, peering at him from below the dark locks that cascaded down one side of her face. In defiant response, he reached down, his hand rubbing a slow circle against his groin. God, he did want to ravish her.
His little tsaritsa was also his captive. How often had he dreamed of seeing this particular scenario? Nadezhda in chains, waiting for him to rescue – or release – her. Keeping his eyes on her, he leaned down to put his bag onto Nadezhda’s chest. The handcuffs had not been the only thing the bag contained.
With a quiet rustle of the thick paper that made up the bag, he pulled out several candles. Two were scented, and two were plain tapered candles, such as one might see in a dining room setting.
“Would you prefer apple spice or citrus and sandalwood?” he asked, holding up the short, stout candles.
“I think the apple.”
He nodded and lit it, setting it down on the nightstand before going across the room to turn off the overhead light.
He allowed a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness before he brought one of the tapered candles forward, rolling it in his hands and allowing her to get a good look at it. He’d given much thought to the color, and in the end, decided to go for black. White looked like semen, and red resembled blood. Both could actually look nice, but Arkady made the best choice, in his opinion, for introducing Nadezhda to this.
“I have given much thought to what sort of things you might enjoy. I’ve listened to what you say, and how you react to certain stimuli,” he said conversationally. “I know you like heat. So I think that you may enjoy this.”
“You… want to drip hot wax on me?” she asked.
“Da,” he deadpanned. Yes.
She stared at him for a moment, biting her lower lip, obviously deep in thought. She opened her mouth before stopping herself. Silently, he lit the candle before setting down the lighter. Still, she said nothing, not even the safeword.
The light from the candles flickered along her body, casting her nipples in sharp relief against her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. She shifted before he sat down at her side, holding the candle carefully. She watched him, her gaze shadowed even as the light danced across her face. He lowered his hand over her torso, waiting for a word of protest.
Slowly, he tipped maltepe escort the candle over her stomach, seeing the black spot on her fair skin. She shuddered, and he righted the candle as he studied her face. Music played quietly in the background as the scent of apple and cinnamon wafted through the room. The oils in the candle were carefully balanced so that its aroma did not overwhelm the room as many cheaper ones did.
He tilted the candle again, forming another spot that was nearly touching the first one. Her abs tightened a bit, and Arkady did not miss how she looked away, eyes closed as she tried to process what she was going through and her enjoyment of it.
He tilted several more times, forming a loose chain of wax drops that arced above her navel.
“It would appear that I was correct, my dear. You seem to be taking well to this.”
Her eyes flashed open and she looked at him defiantly. He smirked and dripped another on her.
“I don’t know why it feels so good.”
“I could make a remark about you being full of fire, but I think it’s more your tolerance of heat. Burns don’t seem to faze you, so…” Another drop. Though Nadezhda did use oven mitts or potholders as needed, he noticed that she seemed to have an easier time handling hot things bare-handed. The year before, when he’d noticed her bandaged arm one day at the restaurant, she had shrugged it off. Though that could be more because of her previous antipathy towards him, but it had all worked out in the end, hadn’t it?
“Shall I continue?” he asked. After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded. This time he made his trail upward. When a drop of hot wax hit her aureola, Nadezhda let out a small whimper. Her fingers wrapped around the upper rung of the bed.
“Is this making you wet?” he demanded as he dropped another.
“I was already wet,” she managed to retort. He chuckled softly.
“Well then, is this making you any wetter?”
“… Yes.”
“Do you see what happens when you allow yourself to trust me?” he asked in a gentler tone.
“Hmph..” She bit back a snort, looking away again. Hmm. Not quite ready to give in, but he was making headway.
He placed several more drops around one breast before moving to the other nipple leaving behind the illusion that he had dripped ink along her breasts and stomach. As he did, he paid close attention to her movements and facial expressions.
“There is no need to be shy, love.” With his other hand, he reached to caress her face. “I am happy to do something you enjoy.” He led the tip of the candle over the valley between her breasts. Slowly, she turned her face forward, watching him. He looked back at her as he made a trail down her navel, stopping short of her panties. With his free hand, he reached down, gratified to feel moisture after applying pressure to the thin cotton.
He’d been semi-hard through this, but able to distract himself with teasing her with the candle. But now, feeling her heat under his hand… Her moan met his ears as he felt her thighs close around his hand.
“You are ready to be fucked, yes?” he asked.
He could feel the heat in her gaze as she nodded fervently. Lifting the candle to his lips, his handsome face was illuminated before her for a couple of stark moments before he blew it out and set it next to the other one. With fluid movements, he undid his tie before opening his shirt as she watched. He tugged off his socks and slid out of his pants, staring down at her as the candlelight danced across his muscled form and the bulge in his dark jockey shorts.
With deft motions – and lingering caresses – he peeled the wax off her body, applying kisses to the pink and slightly swollen areas.
“Arkady…” she sighed, arching her back as he took her nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. He ran his hands along her hips and sides, luxuriating in her presence before hooking his fingers into her panties, tugging them off her in two swift tugs. He pushed her knees apart and tested her with a finger, finding damp curls and slick flesh. He knew exactly what would happen when he slid himself inside of her.
Bliss and ecstasy, that was what. Balls deep inside of her, with the sight, feel, scent, and taste of her assaulting his senses. He wasted no time in pulling his underwear off, positioning himself above her, feeling his balls tighten at the feel of her eager flesh against the tip of his erection.
He bore down and heard her gasp softly as she arched upward, hot tightness opening before him. She lifted her knees, and he plowed into her, hips snapping back and forth as he plunged within her, losing himself in the ecstasy of his union with this dark-haired angel. His name was called out several times in increasing volume before he rode along on the wave of pleasure that overcame him.
Her quiet pants filled his ears as he floated down from his climax, and he felt her breasts against his chest as he leaned down to bury his head against her shoulder.
“Nadezhda.” He hooked an arm under her back, remaining within her as he shifted around, shuddering at the pleasurable friction between their bodies. “My love.”
Finally, he pulled out and sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her as his hand ran along her thigh, rubbing it. She shifted, exposing more of her thigh, and he took the cue, his palm sliding along the warm skin.
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