Page 7 of Bratva, Baby

Ava

I wake up from the most delicious dream, but with a terrible ache between my thighs, telling me it has been too long since I took care of myself. Looking at the clock on my bedside stand, I see I have plenty of time to take care of my little issue.

Sliding both hands down to cup my breasts, I roll my nipples between my fingers and, giving them a sharp pinch, I moan.

In my dream, Andy was playing with my nipples, but so gently that it left me aching for a firmer touch.

I wish it were his rough hands pinching them now.

It felt so real in the dream, rolling my nipples gently, pulling on them slightly as they hardened into peaks.

I wanted him to take my aching buds into his mouth and give them more attention, but dream-Andy crawled on top of me, grabbed my breasts, and freed his cock from his jeans.

“You’re going to lie still for me, aren’t you, little bird?” He rasps, his voice carrying an undertone of pure need.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, thankful that real-Andy won’t be privy to my compliance.

He squeezes my breasts together using both hands and slides his cock in between them, drawing out a hiss from between his teeth.

“Goddamn it, Little Bird. If this is what it feels like with just your breasts wrapped around me, I can’t wait until I have your pretty cunt sucking my cock into your tight pussy.

” He says, clearly trying to hold himself back.

“Please.” I whimper, and he seems to know exactly what I’m asking for since he repositions his hands so he can pinch my nipples as he thrusts between my breasts. I am so damn wet and needy between my thighs, but with the way I am positioned, I can’t reach between my legs to take care of myself.

I rub my thighs together, trying to get some sort of friction on my clit, but it’s not enough. If he weren’t on top of me, I would be writhing in a mix of pleasure and agony at not being able to manage this need that I feel for Andy right this minute.

Abandoning one of my breasts, he reaches around and separates my legs, “No pleasure for you, Little Bird, unless I choose to give to you, is that understood?” He answers darkly to my unspoken need.

But the ache between my thighs keeps intensifying until I think I’m going to cum, I am right on the precipice…. And my phone rings, showing none other than Andy himself calling me ,

“How the fuck did you get my number, Andy?” I ask as soon as I answer. I am flustered that he interrupted my self-care.

“I have my ways of getting things I want.” He replies cryptically, as if he holds a double meaning.

“What do you want?” I ask impatiently, annoyed at having my orgasm yanked away from me and still having this ache between my thighs. Today is going to be a long day if this ache persists.

“I am calling to let you know that I am sitting outside, waiting for you. I realize you had car trouble yesterday, so I wanted to offer you a ride today.” He says, too sweetly.

But one look out my window shows me that the weather may not hold up for the walk to and from the bus, so I weigh my options and decide to go with the here and now.

Even if being in confined quarters with him and smelling his cologne the entire time, it has to be better than riding the bus and walking in the rain to and from the office, and for some reason, Evan hasn’t replied to me this morning.

As embarrassing as it may be around him after masturbating to that dream I had of him last night, I graciously accept his offer.

“Yes, thank you for the offer. Evan had offered to bring me this morning, but now he isn’t responding to my messages.

” I explain. “I’ll be outside in a minute. ”

Frustrated that I didn’t get to finish, I now have Andy waiting for me outside, so I feel rushed. I jump out of bed and run to get in the shower. I need to get this day going and using my favorite strawberry body wash is sure to set the vibe for the day I need.

Once I’m out of the shower, I head to my closet to pick out my clothes.

It’s not that difficult of a choice since they are all primarily black or darker colored clothing.

I definitely have an aesthetic that I like to stick to.

Friends in past office gigs have called my style corporate goth, but that’s only because they never got close enough to see me outside of the office.

Outside of the office, I still wear black, but it’s more of a relaxed goth look, seeing as I don’t go many places to dress up.

Looking at the clock as I walk out the door, I feel a sense of pride that I am not going to make us late today since it is only 7:00 am.

As I am locking my door, I hear a low shout coming from somewhere behind me and swing around.

At first, I don’t notice who is doing the yelling until I see him waving.

“Hey! Nice to finally meet you, I’m Mario.” He says as I walk closer, so I can hear him without him having to yell across the yard. “I just moved in a few days ago with my roommate, Ivan. If you ever need anything, just knock on our door. Someone is always home.”

The way he says it sounds more like a warning than an invite, but it doesn’t necessarily feel wrong either.

Shrugging it off, I reply to him, “I’m Ava.

I have lived in this house for the past 9 years, and took over the rent when my mom passed.

” I chuckle without humor. Universe, why did you make me awkward? He doesn’t need my whole life story.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Ava. I mean it, though, if you ever need anything, let me know. Even if it’s just so you don’t have to be alone while you watch your sad chick flicks.” He jokes with me, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. I have to get to work, my ride is waiting.” I explain so I don’t sound rude.

“See you later.”

Getting into the SUV, I am greeted with an annoyed look on a handsome face. I feel my cheeks heat as I recall this morning’s activities. “Hey?” I say with a questioning lilt in my voice.

“Who was that?” He asks. My first instinct is to tell him it’s none of his goddamn business, but I realize how rude I have been to him in particular, so I try another tactic.

“Apparently, that’s my neighbor, Mario. I met him just now when he introduced himself when I was locking my door.” I tell him. I expect an answer or some way to carry on the conversation, but I am only rewarded with a grunt.

Andy doesn’t say a word for over half the ride to work, when he finally says, “I am calling in our coffee date for today, after work. I was planning on bringing you home anyway, so this is a great time for us both.” He says this as if he knows I don’t already have plans. While he’s right, it’s still annoying .

“I guess you’re right. I’ll have to let Evan know when we get to the office that I am going to get coffee with you after work, so he knows not to wait for me.

” I say, but am met with silence. When I look over at Andy, his knuckles are white, and he’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly. “Are you ok?” I ask.

“Yes, I am ok. I just don’t understand why you keep pushing me away, but apparently, you become best friends with the likes of Evan, Little Bird.” His reply shocks me. I wasn’t expecting his honesty.

“Oh. I am sorry I have made you feel like that. I will endeavor to be a better friend to you.” I reply. Being sure to insert emphasis on the word ‘friend’ so I don’t lead him on.

I can’t be certain, but I swear I hear him scoff the word ‘friend’ under his breath. He will have to accept it. It’s all I have to offer him.

“One day, Little Bird, you won’t be able to run from me anymore and you’ll grow to accept you are mine.” He says.

“I belong to no one,” I reply instantly, but he doesn’t get the chance to respond to my outburst because we are pulling into his parking spot and I jump out of the car, making a break for the elevator.

I am not so lucky when we get into the elevator this morning, finding it empty, and Andy has a stormy expression on his face when he enters the elevator alongside me. My only reprieve is knowing that the elevator ride is a short one .

But even that is an unreliable thought when Andy reaches up and slams his hand on the stop button as soon as it starts to move, preventing the elevator from ascending to the ground floor.

Next thing I know, Andy has his hand around my throat, and he is only inches from my face.

He isn’t squeezing hard enough to restrict my airflow, but he is squeezing hard enough to ensure my undivided attention.

“Listen closely, Little Bird, I wouldn’t want any workplace accidents now, would we?

” He says, sounding nothing like his usual self.

“You. Are. Mine. Whether you have accepted that fact yet or not is on you, but just know, there will be consequences for you when you allow other men to grab your attention from me.”

I am stunned into silence by Andy’s behavior. I have seen him angry at Evan before, but I have never seen him behave in any type of way but sweet before. Maybe keeping my distance was my gut instinct telling me that this man is a walking red flag?

Before my senses come back to me, he bends down, and his lips are on mine.

At first, I don’t move, but then his tongue probes against my lips, exploring for an opening, and I give it to him.

He tastes like mint and something that I can’t quite place.

His tongue strokes my tongue as though he’s fucking my mouth, marking me with his energy, as if that alone would be enough to keep other men away from me.