27. SUTTON

It wasn't what I imagined, it was everything and more. She was like me, almost part of me, and she'd been there with me, like a guardian angel throughout my life. It was easy for me to feel sad, but that was because I was overwhelmed by everything, not because I was sad.

She'd left an hour ago. I sat at the breakfast bar, looking at all the new programs she'd added to beef the performance on my laptop. And even though she was on her way back to her life, I knew she was always with me, virtually, of course. She'd done what she came to New York to do, keep me safe, and neutralize her sister.

It was all over the news about her arrest. Woman keeps kids in underground bunker, selling services to the highest bidder. It was, like most news stories, only half a story they were telling. I suppose some of it had to stay secret since it could compromise national security. She must've been doing business with every country out there.

I wondered what happened to all the deployed people with the bracelets that had been sold, and whether they were now stuck, or if they were coming back, or perhaps they were never physically sold at all. All virtual. Saves on shipping, I suppose.

"Are you coming to bed?" Danya called out from the bedroom. "I'm hoping to celebrate."

"Celebrate," I repeated, my head turning in his direction.

In the doorway, Danya stood, wielding the largest dildo I had. He wore a bathrobe, untied, showing off his hairy thick, thighs, and the tip of his cock as it peaked through the space in the open bathrobe.

"Oh, hello," I said, smacking my lips. "And you know already, I need to prepare for that."

He grabbed his cock. "Right," he said. "I've got something you can prepare yourself on."

Hypnotized by the way he grabbed himself, I was ready to throw myself on the floor and surrender to his touch. I was ready and waiting for him to have his way with me. My bottom lip puckered. "Come and get me then."

"There's nowhere for you to go," he said, dropping the heavy dildo with a thud. "When I get you, I'm fucking you. You've been warned."

"Oh no, please don't get me," I giggled, making slow movements to leave the chair. "I don't know what I'll do if I have to take that monster. It'll be impossible to sit for weeks if I surrender myself to the mercy of your cock."

As Danya chased me around the kitchen, his bathrobe flew open for me to get a real good look at his cock getting thicker. I wanted to get caught, but I also like the chase. He knew that, and it got the blood racing through me.

"You'll have to rip these clothes off me too," I said, turning around and pulling the shorts to show off my peachy bum. "In fact, I request they're torn."

We both had reasons to celebrate, and my idea of a good celebration was playing captive to a good captor, especially one who didn't have a concept of how strong they were. And Danya's strength was understated, his muscles were big, but they performed like he was inhabited by monsters.

Grabbing me from behind, he pulled me into his arms and pressing his mouth to my neck, giving me a nibble that turned into a lick with his tongue then smooches with his lips. I knew that sensation well, he was leaving a hickey. And I didn't mind it, if I got to give him one back in return.

He carried me into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. My body turned to jelly as it flopped around on the bouncy mattress.

Rolling onto my back, I opened my legs as wide as they'd get within the confines of the shorts around my legs. "So," I said, slapping my hands on my thighs. "Are you doing something about these?"

Danya chewed on his bottom lip, his cock at full mast as he pulled the bathrobe away. "Boy, I'll tear that ass up," he said. "And you'll beg for more."

I was already begging for more. We'd both broken our rules.

His rule of not sleeping with the same guy twice, and my rule of not getting attached to the warm body of a dick.

He jumped onto the bed. I bounced a little more, laying my head back on the pillow and giving in to him. "No pillow princess," he whispered, leaning over me. His mouth at my ear, he gave my lobe a gentle bite. "I wanna cuddle fuck you. I'm so tired, I might fall asleep inside you." He kissed my cheek, applying more of his body weight on me. "How does that sound?"

I turned my head, our mouths together. I kissed him. "Sounds like you talk a big game," I told him. "You are big game." I wiggled my brows. "But that doesn't mean you can live up to your promise. Now I want you to cuddle fuck me, like rocking me into a deep sleep with your dick as my pacifier."

Without looking, his hands slipped into my shorts and pushed them to my thighs. He stared into my eyes, almost like he knew every dip and curve in my body without having to look. I was surprised, but I suppose a fake it until you make it mentality sometimes worked.

"I said, tear them off."

"So that you can wear mine?" he asked, carefully tugging them off. He dipped with them until he was positioned on his knees at the bottom of the bed. "I'm all for tearing them if you had more of the same. But you don't."

"Then buy me some more," I said.

"How about, I put something around your mouth, that way when I talk to you, I know you're listening," he said, turning me slightly. He gave my ass a gentle tap. The sound echoed around the room. "Or maybe I want you to keep being sassy, because it makes me harder, each time you say something that makes me want to dig my fingers into your pretty skin."

This was more of the Danya I'd met when he first kidnapped me. And I was ready for him to take my body for another test drive. We'd already basically committed to each other that the purchase would happen, but another test drive to see out the early morning hours was a quality assurance.

He lifted my legs and pulled my cock between them so he could take it into his mouth, all the while squeezing my own thighs around my cock. It was a strange sensation that had my knees buckling together and moaning gently.

His tongue went from his cock, balls, taint, until it reached my ass. His tongue, like being kissed so gently in all my ticklish zones, it touched my hole. An explosion of butterflies and tingles broke out in my stomach.

"Harder," I said.

He lifted his head and chuckled. "Harder?" he asked before dipping his head back to my hole and blowing a raspberry between my cheeks.

Wiggling, there was nowhere I could wiggle to. My head hit the headboard and I giggled. He continued to make new sensations between my cheeks. "It tickles," I said, scrunching the sheets into both hands. "I—I—"

He stopped. "Don't you like being tickled?" he asked.

"I—I don't," I said, trying to look menacing back at him, but all he probably saw was my adorable face sans frown lines looking back at him. "You're gonna make me cum."

The tip of his finger slipped inside. "Isn't that the goal, baby?" he asked, sticking out his long tongue. "You cum, I cum, and everything in the world is—"

"Cum!" I shouted, trying my best to squeeze my ass muscles around his finger.

"Everything in the world is cum," he said. "You have a wild imagination; I want to fuck it."

Somehow, the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. "You—you—"

He grabbed a dildo, seemingly out of nowhere, but probably from the bulge I hadn't paid attention to in the sheet. It was the pastel green one, the fantasy goblin cock. "Rules," he said, pushing the dildo between my thighs to part them. My cock flung back and hit my belly. "If you cum with this in, I'll still fuck you and make you cum again."

"Lube it first," I said. "It's dangerous to go in dry."

"Baby," he said, tilting his head. "I know danger, and I always lube." He grabbed the pump container of lube from the right side of me. Again, something I hadn't noticed while his body had been all over me, distracting me from everything else. "Taking care of your hole is my number one priority right now."

The heat of the moment, and from what he'd said. I was blushing. "Ok," I whispered as he spread my legs a little further apart from each other. "You're flexible. I like that."

"I'm surprised you remember considering all the—"

The lubed toy went inside with ease, shutting me up. "What were you saying?" he snickered. "That's right. Our pasts are the past. Let's keep it there." The toy went in a little deeper. His hand vibrating around the base to give it a vibration of its own.

Considering I'd deleted his past from his phone, and we were both in a state of freedom, we shouldn't have been thinking of the past. Unless the past was me, the toys, and how much I'd historically been able to take when I was prepared.

The toy was enough practice before I begged him to fuck me. Pleaded for him to bless me, and for me to bless him with how well I was able to flex my ass muscles like I had developed a vice-like grip.

We laid, side-by-side in the bed, his cock thrusted slowly in me, pulling all the way out until the large tip was stretching the hole, and then eased its way back in. His arms around me, squeezing and relaxing against my chest with synchronized moaning.

The cuddles were nice. I didn't want them to end. Any of them. The cuddle of his cock buried inside me, his chin on my shoulder, almost hooking me in place against his chest. A single leg intertwined with one of mine. I was completely his and under his control, not a single movement I did was mine, he controlled every motion. The only part of me under my control was the squeeze of my muscles almost throbbing in synchronized motion with his cock.

His hands were on mine, wrapped around my cock, almost like he was showing me some proper technique on masturbation. I let him. It was nice to give away complete control, especially when it meant I was receiving more pleasure than I ever had in my entire life.

After a couple more thrusts, he yanked my body tight. "I broke my own rule," he said, his voice labored as his every muscle twitched inside his body. I knew that feeling, the intense throbs of his cock inside me were filling the condom. "Cum for me." His hands around mine let go, giving me autonomy over the speed and grip of my cock.

I came seconds later with him inside me.

He kissed my neck and cuddled me closer while his cock was still deep in me. "I told you; I want to sleep with it in there," he said.

I had no issue with that. It was always somewhat of a dream to have it happen. "I think I know what I wanna do next," I told him. With cum comes clarity. Post-nut clarity was unmatched, and it seemingly lit the path for me to go forward in life.

"Sleep?" he asked. "Because I wouldn't mind getting a couple of hours sleep." He kissed the back of my neck again.

"No, well, yeah, I'm fucking tired," I giggled. He thrust his hips as close to my back as possible, keeping himself in me. "But I'm gonna get revenge. I'm gonna have into my grandparents' accounts, take what I should rightfully inherit."

Danya yawned into my ear. "Sounds like a plan," he said, his voice petering off into another yawn. "If that's what you want, we'll do it."

"One-hundred million," I said excitedly. "That's what I want. That's what I'm gonna get. It's how much—" I paused. I didn't think I'd ever get emotional talking about people I never knew. But since one-hundred million was the ransom for my father, it was poetic that I took that from them. And I was gonna do it.

He gave me another kiss before slurring something in Russian. I didn't understand any of it, but I'm sure it was probably something like, I believe in you, or maybe even a casual first, I love you. Either way, it sent him into a slumber, and as I relaxed in his arms, his cock came out of me, sort of a relief.

"Oh no," he mumbled. "Ok, another time then." He took the condom off. "Damn. That's a lot."

"I got mine all over the sheet," I grumbled, seeing the small puddles of wetness from where I'd shot my load. "You should sleep this side."

He didn't fight in his sleepy state. "Only because I love you," he said. I climbed over him to his side, and he rolled over to mine. We both brushed over what he'd said in that moment.

Except my mind replayed it over and over.

It seemed easier for him to sleep once he was laid on his back. One leg over me and an arm under my head.

I had all these thoughts swimming around. I loved all of them.

So much had happened.

Half of it didn't even seem real.

But then I looked to Danya and saw the little marks on his face from all the fights he'd been in. He was the best, and he was all mine. I didn't want to lose him. A weird feeling. I prided myself on being completely unattached, but something about the way Danya took care of me had my body tingling with emotion.

I loved him.

Nauseous by the thought.

I had to tell Cal all about this whenever he made contact.

He was still off-the-grid. I envied that too. Another thought to occupy my mind.

Going forward, my goals were to steal from my grandparents, go off-the-grid, and have more sex with Danya.

The last part was important, it filled a hole in me, literally.

But first, I needed sleep, and I knew I'd sleep well in the security blanket arms of Danya.

My protector.