Page 6 of Bratva, Baby

At the end of the day, I am patiently waiting for Ava to finish packing up her office to head home.

Today she is in a striped, black pantsuit with a long-sleeved white shirt underneath, and I can’t keep my eyes off her body.

I don’t know what I am going to do when I finally have her beneath me, writhing in a delicious combination of pleasure and pain. Probably finish embarrassingly fast.

I am so consumed in my imaginings of her beneath me that she is nearly to the elevator by the time I catch up to her. “Little bird, where do you think you’re going so quickly?” I ask, expecting her attitude this time.

“What?” She asks, sounding confused instead.

“I asked where you’re running away to,” I repeat myself.

“No, not that. What did you call me?” She clarifies.

“Oh, Little Bird?” I repeat the nickname I have given her. “You don’t know the history behind your own name?” I joke with her.

“Don’t fuc-“ She stops talking and looks around, checking to see if anyone heard her outburst, but no one is around. “Don’t freaking patronize me.” She repeats, slightly more reserved.

“ Do you know the origin of your name?” I ask again.

“Obviously not if we are having this conversation.” She states like it’s obvious.

“Your name has Latin origins from the word Avis, meaning bird. You’re small-”

“I am not small!” She interrupts me.

“As I was saying, you’re smaller than me,” I say, putting an emphasis on our size difference because some primal part of me needs her to know I can and will protect her, even if it’s with my own body. “Hence the ‘little bird’ nickname.” I continue.

“Um. Ok. I guess.” She replies. Like I would have stopped calling her by that name, just because she objected. I scoff at the idea internally; there are going to be a lot of things she is going to have to get over in the very near future.

“Now, where are you going?” I repeat my question. She’s not getting out of this.

“I’m going home. It’s the end of the day. Duh.” She says like she’s trying to force humor into her voice. What is my little bird up to?

“Yeah, I hope you don’t think you’re riding the bus. I told you yesterday, I will bring you home.” Her cheeks pinken and it piques my curiosity.

“Well, no, I’m not taking the bus today, but I’m not riding with you either. I got a ride home from one of our coworkers.” She says. I’m about to question her on who she’s riding with, but that question gets answered on its own when none other than fucking-Evan walks up.

“Hey Ava, are you ready to go?” He asks as if I’m not standing right here.

And just like that, he has made his choice, and he doesn’t even realize how dire the consequences are, but he’ll learn, just like she will have to .

I start planning her punishment. It will be pretty fun for me, but not so much for my little bird. It will have to wait until after the deal with the Irish.

Alek and the rest of my crew are waiting here at the warehouse; the Irish should be here in about ten minutes, and I am impatiently waiting for this deal to be over so that I can go to my little bird.

I am livid that she let Evan bring her home, but fights me at every turn, so it’s time she receives her punishment for disobeying me.

Finally, the Irish arrive, and it’s time to put Ava in her little box in my mind so I can focus. Losing focus means making mistakes and that could mean the end of my life; after all, I’ve only just found my little bird.

“Let’s talk while the men count the weapons,” I say to Fionn, the Irish Don, wanting to get this over with. “You demanded that I personally be here. What is so important?” Looking at the old man reminds me of the time I accompanied my father to the meetings he had with the old fuck.

“With how well we work together, I wanted to warn you of a war coming to your doorstep. There is talk of the Italians wanting to set up shipments out of your port right under your nose. Supposedly, they have someone on the inside willing to help.” He speaks quietly, solemnly, with a heavy Irish accent.

“Do you have any proof of this? Or am I supposed to just go offing my men on hearsay?” I demand, fury burning in my chest. Someone on the inside? Who the hell would have the balls to think they could get away with betraying me? Wrapped up in my musings, I almost miss what the Irishman is saying.

“I have no reason to lie about something like this.” He says, clearly, I’ve offended him.

“You also have no reason to tell me the truth about this.” I point out.

“Unless the Italians already came to you and you didn’t like the deal they were trying to cut with you, so you decided to tell me in hopes of getting on my good side.

” His face is splotchy now, and even if he denies it, he and I both know by his face alone what his truth is.

He’s nothing but an opportunistic rat. I should end him now, but it would only start a war with the Irish and if what he says is true about having a traitor in our midst, I don’t need a war on two fronts.

“He did come to me, I’ll admit, but he wanted to set up an arranged marriage between my son and his daughter. When my son was being his usual…promiscuous…self, he had a maid who told him everything she knew.” He explains.

If the Italians are trying to marry off their daughter to the Irish in order to form an alliance, then something is up. “Well, are they going to be wedding bells in your family’s future?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant, but picking up on the information .

“I haven’t yet decided. My oldest lad, the promiscuous one, is dead set against marrying, but I’m sure if he learns he only takes my place if he has an heir, then maybe it will change his mind.

” He explains himself, like I care about the reason behind his intended betrayal.

I don’t let on, but I play along. See where this goes.

I love it when my acquaintances underestimate me, so I ensure to play the fool whenever it suits me.

My father believed he needed to be all-knowing, which drove him mad.

I, however, have no problem pretending not to know something or acting na?ve in order to disarm an opponent until a later date.

“All you can do is hope,” I say, keeping my tone light.

After a few more agonizing minutes of back and forth with Fionn, the deal is finally done, and I get in the SUV and head toward Ava’s house. Ready to put my little bird to the test, to see if she can handle me. If not, I’ll have to spend some time training her body to withstand my needs.

I park down the road just like I did the time before, but this time I don’t plan on staying in the car for long.

Pulling up the camera app, I check to make sure where my little bird is inside her temporary home.

Seeing that she is fast asleep in her bedroom, I gather my small duffel bag of supplies I have planned for our night together, even if she won’t know exactly what hit her .

Sneaking up to her bedroom window, I stay in the shadows provided by her falling-down privacy fence.

Just like I asked of Mario, the window has been left unlocked, and it is thankfully soundless when I raise it; I must be sure to thank Mario for thinking of that for me.

Sliding through the window is seamless and Ava doesn’t stir at all; that won’t last for long.

Before I move around too much more and take the risk of waking her, I pull my mask out and put it on.

Usually, when breaking into someone’s house, I wouldn’t bother with a disguise, but I’m not ready for Ava to know the power I exert over her just yet, so for tonight, she will have to think I am a masked stranger.

However, I have business to attend to before the fun can begin.

I locate Ava’s phone and easily enough enter her birthday as her code , not very inventive, Ava.

I scold her internally, but really, it is lucky for me because now I can clone the device, so I know exactly who she is messaging with and talking to.

Invasion of privacy, who? While the device is cloning, I can’t help but check who she has been messaging, and my rage is renewed when I see that Evan has been texting her since they got off work.

This seals it; he must go. The sooner, the better, but I can’t make it look suspicious.

I don’t want to punish her while I am still so enraged, so I decide to look around the place she calls home and meander into the bathroom, the place where the first fantasy of my little bird took place.

The memory of the fantasy has my dick hardening in my pants and I want nothing more than to throat fuck her so she can see she is made to take me, but that’s not the plan tonight.

My plan for tonight is a little more…discreet.

As quietly as I can, I set my duffle bag down on her dresser across the room from her bed and pull out the U-shaped clitoral stimulator I bought just for her and set it gently on her bedside table.

Slowly, I pull the thin sheet she’s covered up with all the way down, exposing one of her breasts hanging out of the tank top she is wearing to sleep in.

And just like that, my control frays at the edges even more and I reach down and gently roll her nipple between my pointer and thumb and marvel as it hardens at the touch.

If her nipples react to my gentleness, I can’t wait to see how they react when I leave my marks.

Slowly, I pull her other breast free and repeat the same treatment there and my cock weeps precum at the sight of her breasts.

My thoughts try to run away with me as I imagine sliding my rock-hard cock between her soft, perky breasts.

And finally, I can’t take it anymore. Enough playing, it’s time to move on with the plan.

Lowering the sheet even further, I am happy to find my girl sleeping in just her panties beneath the sheet; it makes what I have planned for her so much easier.

Slowly spreading her legs apart, I pull her panties to the side to reveal her glistening pussy.

Either she enjoyed the little attention she received to her breasts, or she is having a good dream.

It better be about me. I grab the U-shaped clit stimulator and the small packet of lube in my pocket; she may be wet, but I don’t want to risk her waking up, so I slather the lube all over the toy before inserting it into her pussy.

Slowly, I settle the skinny part of the toy against her clit while the part inside is nestled up against her G-spot, then I put her panties back in place.

Standing here, looking at my little bird in the moonlight, I am stunned by her beauty even more than before, but I am determined tonight, so I take the remote out of my pocket and sit in the chair that is in the corner of her room.

I watch as I turn it on the lowest setting.

I watch as her leg muscles clench, probably out of surprise, but she doesn’t wake up. Good, my plan is just beginning.

I take my aching cock out of my pants and wrap my fist around it and squeeze, precum oozes out the tip, and I have to swallow back a groan.

Stroking myself, I watch as the toy slowly torments her, but it isn’t strong enough to wake her up out of her sleep completely.

When she is writhing in her bed, I turn the toy off until she relaxes into the bed again and start the delicious torture again, all while slowly tormenting myself as well, but this is a punishment for her, not for me.

After a few more times of bringing my girl to the edge, I turn the toy off and wait for her to fall back into her restless sleep again.

Pulling the toy out of her, I bring it to my mouth and lick at her juices, suppressing my groan is next to impossible; she tastes divine.

Her taste has me nearly combusting with my dick hanging out of my pants like I am not a grown ass man.

Heading to the bathroom, I reach for her strawberry scented bodywash and remove the lid, continuing to stroke my dick over and over with her flavor on my tongue until finally, I cum into her bodywash.

Shaking the mixture up as well as I can, I put it back in its place.

From now on, she will smell of me.