Page 12 of Bratva, Baby

Andrei

S he gasps at what I said, clearly taken aback by my blunt words. She isn’t used to this side of me yet, though she will have to get used to it. I get what I want, and I want her; she’ll come to learn this tonight.

When Mario told me where Ava was going tonight, I was pissed.

The Italians own this. Though she may not know the implications of that, I was not going to allow her to be here alone.

Much less, I am not going to let anyone else touch her unless I am pleasuring her, so she has a choice to make.

I can pierce her nipples, or the professional can while I delve my tongue between her supple thighs.

I know what my endgame for the night is, and if I have my way, that’s precisely what will happen.

“You’re crazy,” She says, sounding exasperated, though her face is flushed with unmistakable curiosity at my suggestion .

“That may be so, but you, my little bird, don’t realize the mess you’re in,” I tell her, not wanting to give her too much information so as not to scare her.

“I don’t need your permission to get my nipples pierced, Andrei.” She retorts to my veiled warning.

“Oh, my sweet little bird, you’ll find that you need me for a lot, now,” I reply.

“But no, you don’t need my permission, but you do have a choice to make.

I can pierce them, or the professional can pierce them while trying to stay very still as I eat that delicious cunt until you’re screaming my name. ”

“Andrei.” She gasps my name, and it makes my cock twitch. I can tell she’s thinking about her options, especially when I see her thighs clench together. She’s aroused at the idea of cumming on my tongue while in front of the piercer. If they weren't openly gay, then this would never be an option.

“Fine.” She says. “I want my nipples pierced, and I didn’t come here for nothing.” And with that, she has sealed her fate for the night; there will be no changing her mind now.

“Glad you chose that route, it was my personal favorite,” I say. Looking at Aless, I say, “Lead us to the room.”

Entering the backroom of the tattoo parlor, Ava is nearly bouncing with what is probably nervous energy. She should be nervous; she’s only just found out who I really am, though she appears to be taking it really well .

“Lie down on the table, Ava,” I tell her. “I love that skirt you’re in tonight, it makes you easily accessible.” Her face flushes red.

Before lying down on the table, she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, and at the sight of her black lace bra, my dick gives a twitch in my suit pants.

I wonder if she is wearing the matching set.

When she removes her bra, I nearly cum in my pants at the sight of her breasts in the light.

As Aless gets ready for the process, I tell Ava, “Get ready to scream my name, little bird.”

“Which name should I scream? Andy or Andrei?” She retorts.

“The only name I want leaving that mouth of yours is mine, and you know Andy isn’t my real name, little bird,” I say, fighting annoyance at her defiance.

“Maybe I should scream Aless’s name,” She quips back petulantly, trying to piss me off.

“Only if you want him to die,” I tell her seriously.

“What the fuck! You can’t just threaten to kill people because they touch me, Andrei. That's psychotic.” She nearly screeches.

“I told you, I don’t share, and if you insist on pushing me, you will have to learn,” I reply to her hysterics. “Now, let’s get this started. I am ready to hear your screams of pleasure.” I say as I lean across the table where she lies .

As Aless prepares one of Ava’s nipples with sanitization liquid, I look at Ava, laid out on the table invitingly for me. She really is a sexy little thing.

Spreading her legs, I pull her panties to the side and find her pussy glistening with arousal; my little bird is more turned on than she tries to let on.

Stroking my finger up her slit, I find her bundle of nerves and look up to her face. Aless is done preparing her breasts and waits for my direction to start. Giving him a nod, he takes Ava’s breasts in his hand, and I lower my mouth to her pussy.

Ava

As the first clamp latches onto my right breast, all I feel is Andrei sucking my clit into his hot mouth and intense pleasure as he eases a finger inside my wet pussy.

Though I feel betrayed by him, I can’t help the way my body reacts to his presence.

I can hear how wet I am for him despite how crazy this situation is.

Feeling his rough fingers slide in and out of me as his tongue laps at my clit, I quickly rise to the edge, but before I can go over, he backs off.

Right at that moment, Aless pushes the needle through my nipple.

I thought the pain of it would pull me further from the edge, but if anything, it makes my desire stronger.

I feel a tugging sensation and look down to see Aless pulling a barbell through my nipple.

As Aless puts the clamp on my other breast, I feel Andrei take my clit back into his mouth, but this time, instead of inserting one finger into my channel, he inserts two and pumps his fingers in and out.

He sucks on my clit, and I feel his teeth graze against it right as Aless pushes the needle through.

The sharp pinch of the needle, combined with the pumping and sucking sensation that Andrei is eliciting, brings me to the edge and shoves me over faster than I have ever gotten myself.

I scream out his name just like he told me to.

“Fuck, Andrei!”

“That’s it, little bird, squeeze my fingers,” he says as he takes his other hand and abuses my poor clit. I can’t take any more, but Andrei isn’t stopping his assault. I feel as he adds a third finger and quickens his pace. “Give me another, Ava. Now.” He demands. And immediately I fall again.

As I come down, I start to question my decision to let Andrei do that, though a dark-haired man with facial hair has always been a weakness of mine, I can’t let it go any further. If what he says is true, then he is dangerous; he has already threatened to kill Aless, and he’s an innocent bystander.

“Now, little bird, listen to Aless as they tell you how to care for them. We can’t have your beautiful nipples getting infected or unnecessarily sore.” Andrei says as I fully collect myself .

“So with nipple piercings, you want to avoid any oral stimulation to the nipples for six weeks, clean twice daily with sterile saline or something similar, and use a sports bra for a couple of weeks to avoid unnecessary soreness,” Aless says on command.

Why do they listen to Andrei? Is he really that powerful?

“Thank you, Aless, " I say as I put my shirt back on, feeling awkward. I need to get home so I can think. As I start to gather my purse, Andy stiffens.

“What are you doing?” He asks when I pull out my phone to order an Uber.

“I am ordering an Uber to go home. I have a lot to think about and need to start looking for a new job.” I reply.

“You don’t need to order an Uber. I will bring you home. Just like old times.” He jests.

Before I can argue, Ivan comes through the door and gives Andrei a stiff nod. I guess he doesn’t speak much at all.

“Ivan, take Ava’s purse and put it in the car. We will be taking her home.” He says as he takes my phone from my hand and gives it to Ivan as well.

“Hey-” I start, but am interrupted as Ivan turns and walks out the door anyway.

“No argument from you, malen’kaya ptichka.” He says in what sounds like Russian.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask, starting to feel a little scared by the shift in Andrei’s demeanor. This isn’t the way Andy would have acted; he always waited until I agreed to go with him. It doesn’t aid my fears that Andrei ignores my question and just stares at me expectantly.

Feeling stuck since he has my bag with my house keys, I start to walk out the door. Only then does Andrei shift to walk behind me, feeling his hand on the small of my back, and I stiffen. This isn’t the Andy I thought I knew; this is someone dangerous.

Getting into the SUV, I notice Mario sitting in the passenger seat, and some of my fear turns to anger, only to realize the connection. Has Andrei been watching me? He has the power to do so.

“What the fuck, Mario? What is going on, Andrei?” I seethe.

As Andrei gets in the car and shuts the door, he looks at Ivan and tells him, “Bring us to my place for tonight.”

“Andrei, take me home, now,” I say, trying to keep my voice as firm as I can when I am really feeling overwhelmed. Today has been a big day with a huge revelation. “And give me my bag, I need to text Olivia to make sure she made it home okay.”

“I will give you your phone and your bag when we get there and have had our talk, malen’kaya ptichka.” He says way too calmly.

The car ride to Andrei’s is tense with the conversation awaiting us when we arrive. I really don’t want to have this conversation tonight; I want to go home and have time to think about the situation, but it seems he will not be giving me that option tonight.

Arriving at Andrei’s building is no less tense than the car ride because all I want to do is run, but I know it's pointless since my house keys are in my bag.

The silence in the elevator gives me time to think.

Has Mario known who I am to Andrei this entire time, since they obviously know each other?

The thought infuriates me, replacing the last of my fear. Turning to Andrei, I ask, “Have you been having me watched? Mario and Ivan are my neighbors, so don’t even try lying to me.”

Andrei turns to stare back into my eyes, “Since you don’t want me to lie, then the answer is yes.

And before we continue, wait until we are inside my penthouse to finish this discussion.

” He turns back to face the elevator doors right as they open, and he walks, expecting me to follow him like a lost puppy.

But I guess I do have to follow him. Ugh.

I hate him. No, I don’t, but I wish I did.