chapter 26
Joni:
I’m
the first to wake
up. Misha snores next to me, probably feeling
quite hung over when he wakes. I smile slightly, turn to lie on my side
and
just watch him for awhile. I think about everything that’s
happened during
short period of time, about what Pete said of Misha being involved in
some criminal gang and fishy businesses. Though I've tried I
just can’t really understand it. At this very moment
he’s
looking so innocent, but I
do remember that at the beginning I was slightly frightened of him.
Then I
remember how cute he was the previous night. He can be rough and bossy
and at
the same time gentle and loving, he’s a weird mixture from
which
I wouldn’t
change anything. I lean forward and press a gentle kiss over his
forehead.
I decide to cook breakfast
for
him and bring
it to bed. My heart starts to beat up faster as I think of what I must
soon
tell him, I do feel nervous.
As I
return to the bedroom
20 minutes later, Misha is still sleeping. I
sit on the edge of the bed and carefully touch his arm. He groans,
takes my
hand and brings it under the cover on his hard organ. Still keeping his
eyes
closed he grins and I can’t help but to smile. However I pull
my
hand away and get
an unsatisfied groan as response and slowly he opens his eyes.
“I
made you some
breakfast,” I tell him. “Bacon and eggs,”
as if he
couldn’t smell and see it for himself.
“I’m
horny,” he tells me, grins again and moves his hand on my
lower
back.
”And
I am not
surprised,” I answer amusedly. “But you will eat
first. I
am not cooking for nothing.” I lower the tray between us and
Misha sighs, he
picks up few slices of bacon, stuffs them in his mouth and then some
scrambled
eggs. “Hey, there is a fork you know!” I shriek;
now his
hands are all creasy
and then it will be everywhere on the sheets that, ok I have to admit,
were not
so fresh in the begin with, after the activities of last night. It
might not
have been the most brilliant plan to sleep in my parent’s
room...
Misha
only smirks, takes another
piece of bacon and brings it against my lips; great, now my face is
creasy as
well. I part my lips and eat while Misha’s fingers stroke my
face
and after I
swallow he feeds me some more, and then some cucumber and eggs, all of
it with
his fingers. “You are perverse,” I mutter after
he’s
also finger fucked my
mouth.
”I
am horny,” he repeats his
earlier words. “Move the fucking tray away or I will not
quarantine how this
bed will soon look like.”
”Aggressive,
huh?” I grin at him and take the tray to move down to the
floor to safety, as I bend slightly I feel the mattress move behind me
and soon
I feel a naked and indeed very horny naked man behind me. Misha pulls
me close
and impatiently tucks my underwear down.
“Yummy,
yummy
Joni…” He murmurs nippling, kissing and smelling
my skin.
Next I find myself lying on my stomach, naked and him on top, moving
his
erection between my butt cheeks. “Can I come inside you,
love?” He moans and
resumes the rocking motion, it’s soon that he already pushes
his
creasy fingers
inside me.
“You are so fucking
sexy,
I
want to fuck you, thrust inside you and fuck you
good….”
He continues and I
can’t help but to get to the same level of horniness, blood
rushing down making
me hard and needy.
“I
want it, give it to
me, I want you…” I pant and hear him groan
eagerly. He pulls his fingers out, and soon after replaces them with
his thick
organ; morning quickies.
Afterwards
we lay on the bed
satisfied and relaxed. I rest my head over
Misha’s chest, my arm wrapped around him. I have to disinfect
or
at least wash
the bed later. I can imagine what kind of fit dad and Katja would get
if they
knew what we did in their bedroom.
”We
need to
talk,” I finally sigh. We’re still lying naked on
the bed
and Misha gives me a concerned look, I feel unpleasant tingling in the
bottom
of my stomach. “But lets shower first,” I add and
pull
myself up from the bed.
“This;
‘we need
to talk,’ always sounds just as bad.” Misha remarks
frowning with serious expression and gets up.
“You’re
not…” He hesitates; I
look at him and give him a faint smile.
“I
love you,” I
tell him. “I don’t want us to fight like we did
yesterday. I don’t want to part with you.” Misha
nods at my
words looking
somewhat relieved. He circles the bed, wraps his arms around me and
rubs our
noses together.
“My
love,” he
whispers before stealing my lips into a kiss.
We
go to the shower, get
dressed, after which I make us some coffee and
give Misha some aspirin.
“Tell
me,” he
insist and urges me to sit down. I sigh, nervously running
my fingers along the side of my coffee cup.
”The
reason that
I’ve been acting strange,” I start and glance at
Misha
under my brows. He has this concentrated yet worried look over his
features. He
nods to signal that I should continue. “After
that…
incident at my flat… those
guys… Marko’s ex… Well, I’ve
been getting
these strange calls from an unknown
number and… well, they started so that the man asked what I
was
wearing and such;
I thought it was a joke, but then he said… He described what
he
would do to me…
that he… would get me naked; tie me up and… that
sort of
thing….” My voice
quiets down. “And there have also been messages, repeating
same
kind of things,
but they’ve gotten creepier each time. Threats to do what
they
failed to do the
last time….”
Misha
is shaking in furry,
he gets up knocking the chair down onto the
floor. “What the hell?!” He roars. ”Why
the fuck
haven’t you told me before?!” I
flinch and notice myself trembling as well.
”Because
I am
frightened! Frightened of your reaction and… I though I
could do this on my own, but I can’t!” I shout back
at him.
Misha paces
restlessly over the kitchen floor and glances at me.
“Who
are they? Tell me
EVERYTHING,” he insists and leans his back
against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest. I tap my fingers
restlessly
over the kitchen table.
“Pete,
Marko’s
ex is behind it all,” I answer quietly.
“He’s
blackmailing me, said that everything would stop if I just go over to
his place
for one weekend and if I do everything he tells me to do. Sex,
that’s what he
wants and I only have a week left to decide and if I won’t
agree
he promised to
make my life hell, I have no doubt that he
couldn’t.”
“I
fucking kill that
prick!” Misha roars and swings a glass from the
counter to the floor where it breaks into pieces. I notice myself
biting my
nails and as I notice this I quickly lower my hand.
“I fucking will
kill him!”
“Misha,
please, calm
down. I was afraid of this. Sit down, I beg you.”
He snorts and shakes his head finally lowering down to pick up the
pieces.
”You
have those
messages?” He asks in a hard tone of voice, looking at
me. Feeling ashamed I shake my head.
”No,
I didn’t
want to read them all so I deleted them.”
”Damnit
Joni! Those
were evidence!” Misha calls out frustrated and I
lower my gaze. “We should still inform the police,”
he
decides then.
”They
won’t do
anything until something has actually happened, haven’t
we seen that by now from the news?” I sigh.
“Well
something
already almost fucking happened! You almost got yourself
raped in your own apartment!” Misha curses and throws the
glass
pieces wrapped
in newspaper, into the garbage pin. I grit my teeth and look away, my
elbows
against the table, I lower my forehead against my hands.
“We
have no
evidence,” I whisper finally. ”Things like this
don’t
happen, not to men, if it does people won’t speak of it. I
bet
the cops would
just laugh.” I run my fingers through my hair feeling
frustrated
as well.
“What
do you want to
do then? Go over there and let that asshole fuck
you?!” Misha snaps and I glance at him with watering eyes.
“Of
course not! Why the fuck would I tell you this otherwise?! I
don’t
know what to do! He’s threatened you as well, if I
won’t do
what he says he
will complicate not only my own life but yours as well… He
said
he would make
sure that you never work in this country again…” I
keep a
small pause before I
continue. “Misha, he knows about your background, he knows
everything about
you.”
”Fuck!”
He
curses and for a moment he continues to pace adding my
nervousness as well.
“If
I’ll go to
him…” I start hesitantly. “He promised
that by doing
so I
would make up everything, that he would leave all of us alone
after… I’ve done
a lot of shit in my life…”I continue and Misha
glances at
me tensely. “It would
be only two nights,” I add though the mere though almost gets
me
in some sort
of nauseous hysteria. “I don’t want you to get into
trouble
and I owe Jesse a
lot, Marko as well…”
“Joni,
stop.”
Misha hisses and points at me wit his finger. ”I
don’t
fucking care about Jesse or Marko or what that asshole thinks he knows
about
me. I care about you! And hell may sooner freeze over than I would ever
allow him
to bed you against your will! Now, tell me what he said that he knows
about
me,” he asks and sits back down.
“He
said… that
you are involved in some criminal gang when you were
younger, and that he would make sure that you’d be send back
to
”Joni,
when I
threatened you with my ’friends’, did you talk to
someone
about that?” He asks and for a moment I’m silent.
“N-no…”
I
give my hesitant answer, or could I have while being drunk or
something?
“You
did believe it
though?” He asks or perhaps just takes note and I
blink in confusion. Misha reaches to take my hand in his. “I
think I know what
has happened,” he says. ”That first night I noticed
that
you have some
prejudice against us Russians and I was annoyed about it and thus
decided to tease you that following
morning… Perhaps this asshole knows about your prejudices,
perhaps he knows I
am Russian, but my love…” he smiles and tenderly
touches
my cheek. “I am not a
criminal for goodness sake! I promise that I’ve never even
gone
as far as to
steal candy from the store.” I feel somehow incredibly stupid
and
I think I
even blush, Misha however continues to smile, stroking my skin with his
fingers. “It’s alright baby,” he
whispers. “He
probably believed that you
wouldn’t tell me and I think it is incredibly touching that
you
were willing to
be with me even though I could have been involved lord only knows
what!” Misha
chuckles and though I still feel ashamed of my old, ridiculous
prejudices and
believes I manage a small smile. “Come here, come and sit on
daddy’s lap,” he
taps his thighs and gives me a meaningful, teasing look.
“Perverse,”
I
mumble and stand moving to sit over his thighs. Misha
strokes my hair and I lower my head on his shoulder.
“I’m
sorry, I’ve been
really stupid,” I whisper.
“It’s
alright, I
still love you,” He smiles and kisses my forehead.
“I
love you just as you are, my difficult, foolish but adorable
bottom,” he adds
and I can’t help but to feel relieved. “You maybe
right, of
the cops working
slowly and I am afraid that if that man sees he’s not getting
what he wants he
takes it by force. I can’t let that happen and…
well
Cecilia is a good friend I
would want no harm on her little brother either or that boyfriend of
his.”
”What
can we
do?” I ask and look up to him, for a moment Misha is
silent.
“Do
you trust
me?” He asks.
“Yes,”
I whisper
and he continues to smile at me.
”Alright,
then call
that guy and tell him you agree.”
I
bring my head up, feeling
confused and upset at the same time. “You want
me to say yes?!” What the fuck? After all these talks he
wants me
to whore
myself to that guy after all?!
TBC.
Web published: My Secret Shore June 26th 2010
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