Bratva-Ivan

The Room

Hatchet

I was livid. Someone under my roof dared to betray me. Not only betray me but put my Oli in danger.

People knew what she meant to me. Melissa wasn't able to have kids. We always dreamed of adopting. But never got the chance before she was taken from me. I was a cold ba*tard after that. I quite literally sla*hed myself through troves of enemies, snuffing out anyone who crossed me. And after that, no one did. Savage Saints were loyal to me. Feared me.

Maybe I had gotten soft. I didn't think I did, but to be honest, Oli definitely made me softer. She was like a daughter I never had. I adored her. Loved her even. The fact that someone was taking her picture and sending it to the enemy made my skin crawl.

And that Miguel guy was a sick freak. Looking through the contents of what Whiz could get from his phone gave obsessed. He had tons of pictures of her. From her teen years and on. Some innocent, her just living in Mexico. But others not so much. Her asleep, in the shower. And she was young. Years and years of some kind of fu*ked up timeline. I told Ivan that I wanted him watched, but I didn't exactly let him in on the details. He would go off the deep end. I liked the guy, but he notoriously couldn't keep his cool. He'd go off the deep end and ruin any kind of plan we could set up.

So I kept it between me and Whiz. Whiz was also uncomfortable. Oli was basically his sister-in-law. She meant a lot to Yelena. So he kept digging, tracking. We started to see a pattern of their movements. Staying between a hotel and one of the strip joints in town.

I wanted a solid plan. Corner them. Take them out quietly and make them disappear. There would be no evidence to pin it on us. We would have no idea what happened. Simply end them and Oli would be free.

For once in her life she would feel safe, secure. Then she could start a family if she wanted. Become the lawyer I knew she could become. And I would make sure that happened.

Ivan

My girl was getting restless. And feisty. I had brought her back to my home after lockdown was lifted. Whiz had eyes on Luis and his band of merry men. But she was becoming unruly. I caught her trying to sneak out twice so far this week and had to fu*k her into submission. Usually it knocked her right out.

But she was starting to sass me more and more. Rolling her eyes, pushing me off when I tried to kiss her. I was tired of it. So I decided I only had one option left. Bring her to my ki*k room and punish her for real. I was actually pis*ed. So I had to calm down before I took her there. She had no idea it existed, so I'm sure it would make for a great surprise.

So I wanted to soften her up first. Break down her walls before I wrecked hers. I set up a romantic dinner out in the garden.

I walked her down the back steps into the garden. Blindfolded. Had to prepare her.

"Ivan, what do you have planned?"

I bit her earlobe lightly. "Be patient princess."

I took the blindfold off and she gasped. It wasn't much. I had a small table with lanterns surrounding it. Her favorite food I learned through Yelena. Baria tacos with Spanish rice. I practically heard her stomach growl. Had to feed my girl before I ravished her.

"Thank you baby. For this. I'm so sorry I've been a basket case. It's just, alot. I don't mean to be ungrateful. I just want this sh*t to be over."

I understood. What she went through was rough. My upbringing was rough but I knew how it was as a woman. Being ignored. Abused. But I would show her tonight she could be tamed and still loved.

"It's OK princess. Let's just enjoy tonight ya? I love you no matter what."

Dinner was nice. I avoided wine because I wanted her to be sober for what I had in mind for her tonight. I was hoping she would be game, but I didn't know her history in the bedroom. Frankly, as far as I was concerned, she was a vir*in before I met her.

"I have a surprise for you princess. And I'm not sure how you'll react, but id like to give it a try. Come here."

I pulled out the blindfold, and she looked at it with wide eyes. I was sure she was going to hesitate, but to my surprise she stood, walking to me slowly. She turned around, and I resisted every urge to just take her right there. Patience Ivan, patience.

Olivia

I had no idea what he was up to, but I was game. I had been such a brat lately and I felt bad, so I'd go with whatever he was doing.

I wasn't trying to be a bi*ch. I was just tired of hiding, and even more tired of this anxiety I felt constantly.

Of course I was afraid of Luis, but I was more afraid of Miguel. For my entire upbringing he had emotionally and physically tortured me. My first time was ruined by him. I was so drunk I didn't remember most of it, except the pain the next day. I was covered in bruises and bites.

He was obsessed with me. Right under my brother's nose. Or maybe not. Maybe he just didn't care. But my brother wanted this alliance badly, so I wasn't sure.

One night he showed up at my door. I foolishly answered and that started another hel*ish night. And then I saw it, my name tattooed on his thigh. Big. Bold. I couldn't believe it. It made me feel owned and I hated it. So I ran. And tried to start over. And I had, for the most part. Even found Ivan. My love.

He took me up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. I heard keys jingle and the door unlock. As soon as we entered, I smelt it. Leather. And maybe something floral? Like essential oils. My heart rate kicked up and I froze.

Where the he*l were we? I hadn't been in this room before, I was certain. The aura felt off. He reached around and took the blindfold off. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. And when they did the sight before me shocked me. And excited me, apparently. My ni*ples almost immediately pebbled.

A BD*M room. Don't get me wrong, I knew he was kin*y. He was a beast in bed. And he loved tying me up. Spa*king me. But this. This was something else. The room was stocked. Whips, chains and some furniture I had never seen in my lifetime. A massive bed sat in the middle. He had to of spent a fortune on this room.

"What do you think princess?"

What do I think? Thoughts left my head approximately 5 minutes ago and were replaced with very naughty thoughts.

"I, didn't know you were into this kind of stuff. I'm surprised."

"I didn't want to push you into it. Scare you off. But I want to play with you. Badly" he slid his hands up the sides of my dress, caressing my thighs. "Have you ever done anything like this princess?"

I had. Once. Back when I lived in Miami. I met a guy who was in the scene and invited me to try out one of the clubs. It was exhilarating to be honest. Until I found out he was married. So I did what any scorned woman would and made sure she knew.

"Uh once. I went to a club." I turned around and was immediately met with blazing eyes. His jaw ticking. Well, you asked you big lug.

"I'm going to pretend you haven't. Because right now I want his name."

I laughed. "I'm not giving you his name so you can go assa*inate him.

"Fine. But tonight I'm punishing you. For that little attitude you've had this past few weeks. Strip princess."

The raw dominance in his voice had me stripping off my dress and panties in record time. I was like a robot. Once I was na*ed I could practically feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Step up onto the cross, babe. I'm going to tie you to it, then the real fun begins." His smile was both infuriatingly se*y and equally terrifying. I felt like I was a rabbit trapped in a cage with a wolf.

I did as he asked. Stepping over to this X Cross not knowing what it was or where to stand. But I chose correctly and soon enough, straps around my wrists and ankles were in place and I was spread open for him like a buffet. I felt exposed and surprisingly hot. He walked away rummaging in some drawers before pulling out two items. One I recognized, I mean every woman would, a vibra*or. The second was a whip of some kind. With multiple thin straps. It looked painful. And exciting.

He ran the handle down my body. Tapping my pu*sy with it. I jerked.

"You don't c*m until I let you, understand? You break that rule and everything stops. I'll take a cold shower, and you can go to bed wet."

He wouldn't. Would he? Ya I think he would, actually. A*shole. I just nodded.

"Is that a yes? I didn't hear you. "

"Yes." I sighed out.

"What's your safe word princess?"

"Mariposa." He c****d an eyebrow. "It means butterfly."

"I love it princess. Let's start." He turned on the vibrator and touched it to my ni*ple. I moaned. It sent jolts through my entire body. He took turns on each side before lowering it to my cl*t. I moaned as I pulled at the restraints. It felt amazing. Trusting him completely while I was utterly defenseless was amazing. Right as I thought I was going to break the rules and finish, he took it away. I was instantly frustrated. He stepped away and lifted the whip, slapping it against my torso. It stung. I won't lie, but the burning sensation after was incredible. Over and over he slapped it against me.

"I think you were about to c*m princess? What did I fu*king tell you?" He dropped the whip and grabbed my face, kissing the breath out of me. Our tongues battled, and then his fingers were inside of me. Slamming into me over and over.

This went on for what felt like hours. Bringing me to the edge and then stripping it away. Finally, when I felt like I'd pass out he started to unstrap me. I felt weak but rejuvenated at the same time. Like for once letting go of control wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't punishment per se. Like he was letting me be in control at the end of the day.

He carried me over to the bed and laid me down.

"You ok baby? Haven't heard you call out any Spanish words I don't understand." He smirked.

"Yes. Please Ivan. I'll beg you if you want. Make me c*m." I saw a flash in his eyes that would normally scare me if it was anyone else, but not my Ivan. Never was I afraid of him.

Ivan

I really don't know what I expected. But I should have known she was a brat. And I was living for it. Her pushback, making me work harder, making me punish her more? Made me want her more. And now she was begging me to fu*k her. And I was going to deliver.

I spread her legs and licked up her slit. She was so sensitive she cried out. I'm surprised she didn't c*m right then and there. But oh no. I wasn't done. She'd never forget this night.

I slowly slid into her and she was so wet. Her juices gushed around me. Over and over again, I slid in and out slowly. But I couldn't hold back any longer. I slammed into her once. The moan she let out would sound like pain if you didn't know how close she was to begin with. I gripped her hips and continued my assault. She dragged her nails down my biceps, and it just spurred me on. I gripped her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. And then she shattered. Gasping for air, she had been holding in. But I wasn't done. I fu*ed her through her first org*sm until the second built. Leaning down, I kissed her. Gently unlike the way I fu*ked her.

After she came four times, I couldn't hold on any longer. I let out a growl before I finished. Pumping into her over and over. Every thread of c*m coating her insides. I collapsed on top of her, nestling into her neck. When our breathing settled, I fell onto my side holding her closely. Just the thought of my c*m dripping out of her made me want to go again. But no. She was spent. I pushed her hard. And she took it all.

My princess. My love. I'd never let her go.