Page 69 of The Bratva's Beast

A high-pitched moan fell from my lips as my body convulsed from the mind-shattering pleasure ravaging my body. Aches clawed at my body with my orgasm, my body tensing from the waves of my release that drenched Stepan's face as he continued to torture me with his tongue, mouth, and fingers.

The towel under my hips was soaked entirely through from how much Stepan had made me squirt and gush over the past hour. "Daddy no more, please, I'm so sore, I don't think I can come anymore." I whimpered pleadingly while trying to buck my hips away from him to get a rest from the overstimulation against my aching sex.

"One more malenkaya, squirt one more time for me." He encouraged me with a hungry look as he curled his fingers in me, making me squeal and lift my hips. "Soak Daddy's face one more time, you can do it."

The sound of the TV sounded miles away compared to the sounds of my wet pussy being finger fucked by Stepan. I don't exactly remember how we ended up like this. After dinner, we cuddled on the couch, and I remember dozing off. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to Stepan's head between my legs; the lewd sounds of him eating me out like I was some juicy apple filled the living room along with my cries of pleasure. Then there was a brief period where he fucked me with his cock before he went back to feasting on my cunt like a starved man after giving me a creampie.

Painfully, my abdominal muscles tightened with another orgasm, sending my juices spraying out of my trembling body for Stepan to lap up like a thirsty beast. "Daddy, please." I begged through my cries of pain and pleasure.

Climbing up, Stepan steadied himself with an arm next to my head as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. "Shh, ride it out malenkaya, ride it out. That was the last one, so ride it out fully. You did so good for Daddy, so good." He soothed me with soft kisses on my face and lips.

Coming down from my high, I let my head lull over the back of the armrest to look at the clock on the wall across from it. "Why did you let me sleep?" It was a little past midnight if I read the clock correctly.

"Because you were too cute to wake up." Stepan chuckled with a teasing smile, earning a pointed look from me. "You needed the rest little tigress, a small nap won't kill you."

Sluggishly, I grabbed Stepan's shirt and threw it on after untangling myself from his arms. "I should just have a rule where you can't wear anything but lingerie or nothing." He joked with a playful chuckle while looking at me with a goofy smile. "You look so sexy in nothing but a collar or clad in sheer." He reached out and ran his finger along the edge of the black leather and lace collar that adorned my neck, playing with the loop hanging off the center.

"And who says I'd follow that rule, hm?" I challenged him with a daring smirk, leaning up to get in his face.

Running his tongue across his teeth, he chuckled lowly. His finger hooked around the collar's ring, and he pulled me down and off the couch to his feet. "Don't be crying to me when I punish you if that's how you're going to be. Or maybe do, you know how much your tears turn me on, especially when I'm causing them." The corners of his lips curved deviously as he looked down at me. "And you know damn well it won't be a funishment. It'll be the bench and paddle."

A chill of fearful excitement bit down my body at the image of his words. "No, I'll be good Daddy." I wanted a fun spanking, not an actual one after the last punishment I got left marks for days.

Softening his smile, he grabbed my neck fully and dragged me into his lap fully so I straddled him. "What's on your mind malenkaya? I can see something brewing in your eyes." His eyes searched mine for an answer as he gingerly stroked my face with a finger.

Taking a moment, I let my eyes linger longingly on his, debating whether I wanted to do this now or later. I intended to bring the subject up after dinner, but that went out the window after the food coma hit while I was in the safety and comfort of Stepan's arms. It was late, so maybe I should hold off until tomorrow. Then again, if I push it off then who knows when I'd get an opportunity next.

Fuck it, we were both wide awake still, obviously. Might as well rip the bandage off and get it over with.

"How did you know about my burns? My meds? My nightmares? I never told you about any of it, nor would anyone tell you about any of that if you'd asked. And none of that 'oh I'll tell you later' shit because I want an answer, right here, right now." It was rare for me to demand anything of Stepan in a stern manner like this, and the severity of my tone made it clear that I wouldn't be pushed out of this like usual.

Stepan's chest deflated with a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Nudging me off his lap, he settled me next to him on the couch to pull his pants back on and to pull my shorts—with my panties—onto me.

I didn't push his silence because I could see that he was deep in thought with how clouded his eyes became with distraction. He'd answer me once he got his thoughts sorted out, or at the very least, his lies straight. Well, doubtful he'd lie to me; he hasn't yet from what I know, and hopefully not ever.

Omission was a huge issue with Stepan, though. I've never held it against him, though, because most of the time, he withholds information about his bratva business to me, which I could care less to be privy to half the time. Still, sometimes I wonder about pushing that limit with him so we could be fully open with each other. I didn't want any kind of secrets between us, spoken or not.

"Stepan." I urged sternly while maintaining a soft voice when he tightened his lips.

Another heavy sigh left him as he looked at me with a crestfallen expression and guilty eyes. "Stepan Kirillovich Volkov, answer me. Now." The way he flinched and shied away from my scolding tone made the emotional storm in me come to life.

"I saw them." He bluntly stated while averting his attention from me to the floor.

"How?" Was he peeking at me in the employee showers? That's the only place he could have seen them because I kept them covered good otherwise.

"At night, after you get ready for bed… And after you sleep when your medications kicked in…" He admitted shamefully, like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"And exactly how did you see all of that?" The answer was pretty clear, but I needed to hear him admit it.

"I used to follow you home, to make sure you were safe and sound… Nearly every night… I'd climb the fire escape and hide in the blind spot of your escapes balcony and just watch you," he said with a nervous bob of his Adam's apple. "Then I started to climb through the window to make sure you were safely tucked in and safe, and I couldn't bring myself to leave you when you'd cling onto me or when you'd have nightmares and my embrace made them go away."

So, I wasn't batshit crazy, good to know. But fucking hell was I pissed as fuck at Stepan right now. How dare he violate my privacy and space like that!? Fucking stalking me like some creep, then played the peeping Tom. Oh, he'll regret what he did.

With an eerie calm, I got up from the couch and walked towards the patio door to slide it open. Then, I headed to the armor cabinet next to the patio door, unlocking the coded safe and grabbing a handgun from inside. Pulling out a box of rubber bullets, I popped the magazine out and pointed the gun at the open doorway. "You have until I finish loading this before I come after you, so I suggest you fucking take it because I am going to make you regret everything you've done the moment I catch you and shove your face into the dirt." The low growl in my voice shook my nerves to the core because of how dangerous it made me sound. Also, I didn't know I could sound unhinged-ish.

Stepan didn't even bother trying to argue, his body bolting right out the door like a caged animal with a chance at freedom. As he cleared the garden and ran for the tree line, I kept my eyes carefully trained on him while I meticulously loaded the magazine. And yes, I had full intentions of using the damn thing on Stepan.

After clipping the loaded magazine in place, I pulled on my boots, grabbed my handcuffs, and took off after Stepan. At least the moon was nearly full tonight, and the skies were clear. Made following his tracks a whole lot easier, especially since his trail was easy to pick up with the disruption compared to the forest's surroundings. Footprints, broken branches and twigs, disturbed bushes, and the ground painted a perfect path with how the fallen leaves had parted from his fleeing.