Konstantin Ivanov

I unlock the front door of my apartment with Lucky following me close behind.. Crossing to the living room I set her little pink suitcase down as she tosses the box of toys onto the coffee table, shrugging out of her fur coat as I sink down onto the sofa, fishing through my pockets for a cigarette..

“Meow..” As I strike a match, Lucky kneels down at my feet to rest her rosy cheek atop my knee, becoming feline in mannerism in another one of her attempts to seduce me.. She is persistent and impatient.. Two of my favourite things about her.. She is a woman who knows what it is she wants and though I will probably never never understand why, what she wants is me..

What an unbelievable fortune..

I know that I am the luckiest man alive, for some inexplicable reason and I am done questioning my deliverence..

She is so beautiful it blinds me to all rationale and reason.. She is so sweet and giving, her manner a stark contrast to the savage and selfish doctrine I have lived by since the day I fled Moscow.. Her glowing green eyes glitter with a serene kind of oceanic calm that soothes and smooths the rough edges of my soul and her lips pucker in a kissable pout that consumes my thoughts to the brink of my sanity..

I have dreamt of seeing her in this way for so long, since the very first time my gaze met with hers across a crowded room at the baby boy Paxton’s shower.. The guilt of those thoughts still heckle me from the chasm of my self loathing.. She had been only eighteen and while I tried with a faltering resolve to keep my distance from her over the following years, each time I saw her I did become a little more obsessed..

Every shy smile she’d thrown my way and every nervous giggle brought me closer to the inevitable moment at her sisters wedding where I would come to discover my feelings were returned..

I wasn’t alone in my desire.. And that made my fantasies of her even more dangerous.. I have ached to have her on her knees before me, I starve to taste her and I crave to witness as she loses herself to the animal caged within.. She was made for me, the most sensual kitten, playing the part of my pet so perfectly..

In the past other women had found my desires strange and unappealing.. So much so that I had learned the hard lesson to be careful when disclosing the true nature of my depravity.. I have been made to feel less than other men with far sicker perversions, pushed to the fringes of what was acceptable by those gold-digging Bratva whores who only wanted me to live up to a bloody and cruel reputation..

But I am simply an iron fist in velvet glove.. I have no desires for physical torture, to beat or bruise my submissive.. I prefer a gentle approach and I have learned that is not at all what is expected of me..

When some of those same women I had trusted with my secret would later betray me to became the property of Nikolaj, I had learned the consequences of my failure to remain wary and from then on, Nika had not allowed me to forget that he was aware of my proclivities.. He had threatened to use them against me to diminish the fearsome name I had earned for myself on the street..

With so many enemies at my heels, the very last thing I can afford is to appear weak.. When the cracks of my character are exposed, there are those who would take their chance to see me bleed and once my blood spills into the water, a frenzy would begin..

My instinct in Siberia had always been to survive and life in America has been no different.. Still, there are those in The Bratva who see me as an outlier, a traitor to my own kind, and many more who believe I should have been put to death for what I did back in Moscow.. A fair yet unwelcome opinion..

Soon, those opposing ranks will assemble against my own and the war will begin.. Not this battle between Meksikanskiy and Russkiy that Nika has manufactured to his own benefit.. A real war, fought among the divided factions of the brotherhood..

A fucking coup..

If I die, it won’t be without making it known that I am ready to take a stand.. Because I finally have something to fight for.. It was one thing for Nika to use me, to dictate and disparage my existence.. But I will not allow that same darkness to touch Lucky’s life.. I won’t waste another second on thinking about anybody other than her..

Time is fragile and fleeting and I have no intention of throwing away any more of mine..

My new life is on the horizon, and all I have to do is reach out and take it..

“Purrrrrrr..” Nuzzling against my leg Lucky lets out the softest purr, pressing her chest against me and distracting me from the burning match that I hold.. It burns down fast, quickly reaching my fingers to scald me.. With the flick of my wrist I shake out the flame and throw the scorched stick into the ashtray on the side table with a hiss.. Then I toss the cigarette aside too, unbothered by the craving for nicotine when there is something far more addictive to command my attention..

Lucky is the drug that would sustain me forever and keep me alive, and so I must do the same for her..

I have already left instruction with Luka to change the bequest of my final wishes and write up a new set of documents for me to sign.. Should I be unsuccessful in my actions against The Pakhan, Lucky would be the queen to inherit my kingdom..

I am confident Luka would serve her as well as he had me, his loyalty runs deep, beyond that of any other brotherhood bonds forged and I am certain that Hunter and Kirby would advise her to withdraw all finance and spend it on self preservation..

Whatever the cost, Lucky must be protected..

Blyat’!

She has the features of a fairytale princess, that fair skin and jewel-like eyes are the kind of gems coveted by the angels themselves, black catty lashes and lips so pink I’d swear they were strawberry flavoured.. I will make this beauty mine in the eyes of God before the sun sets on this disturbing joy that consumes my usual cold indifference to leave only heat and happiness in its place..

“Take off for me your clothes, Malishka..” I make the casual demand of her and she blinks in bright curiosity up at me from beneath dark, fluttering lashes.. “All of ’zem..”

Rising slowly to her feet, she begins to strip away her soft layers of pretty feminine fashion, first she unbuttons and steps out of her tight blue jeans.. Next, she peels away her tiny white shirt.. And finally, she wriggles out of her pretty pink panties, all the while I become hypnotised.. Unable to tear my eyes away from the creamy curves of her rounded hips.. A dry thirst climbs in my throat and my cock throbs to life, aching to feel her soft lips wrapped around me, sucking and swallowing until I can’t take another second of her sweet temptation..

“Open it..” I nod to the little black box of toys on the table and she dutifully shifts her stance to do as she is told, tearing away the ribbon on top to lift the lid and expose the contents.. Without needing to be told she retrieves the cute kitten mask and puts it on.. Her emerald eyes now framed in pink lace, more beautiful than ever..

The pleasure in me becomes a pressure, burning hot as hellfire in the pit of my stomach as I lean forward to collect the cotton-candy faux-fur tail from inside the box.. Her gaze turning wide in worry as I hold it up in demonstration of what comes next.. “Turn around..”

“Uhmm..” Lucky shuffles back and forth anxiously on her bare feet, but she doesn’t follow the instruction, frozen in what appears to be nervousness as I lean back against the plush cushion of the sofa, waiting for her to make up her mind..

“Tsk tsk..” I click my tongue and chuckle and she smiles with a meek modesty.. “A kitten doez not say ‘uhm’..”

I have nothing but endless patience for my little Sunshine.. It’s easy for me to give her the time and space she needs to consider those things she wants, because that is what she deserves..

With time, she has alway been one to seize control, to know herself with certainty.. Once Lucky makes up her mind about something she becomes determined and steadfast, meanwhile I constantly question each decision and my doubts hound me like a relentless howling harbinger of despair..

Somehow Lucky believes there is a future for us, when all I can find is a fiery end..

But I would dare to walk through the halls of Hades just to catch a glimpse of what it is she sees..

After several seconds of thought she slowly turns her rear to me and I can see the slight tremble that takes over her beautiful body.. The svelte arc of her spine leads down to two alluring dimples at the small of her back, the hourglass silhouette of her full bodied figure is flawless.. “Bend over..” I direct in a dark timbre and the anticipation nearly catches in my throat as I reach out to run my hand over the contour of her voluptuous pert ass..

She glances over her shoulder at me with eager apprehension and an embarrassed glow to her flushed pink cheeks.. “Mew?”

Her body language and soft eyes suggest the simple question; ‘really’?

“I said.. Bend. Over, Kiska..” I grab a heated handful of her supple flesh and squeeze, hard enough to command her, yet gentle enough not to hurt, causing her to squeak in surprise..

“Ooh!” Placing her trust in me, Lucky leans willingly forward to place her palms down on the coffee table, her sweet, silky slit is exposed to me.. Her lovely little pussy lips remain glossy from cumming at the club and I lean in closer to slide a languid lick up through her fuckable pink folds..

“Ohmm! Mewwh!” She moans, as her crown of wild golden curls tumbles forward over her shoulders and she arches her spine, pressing back against my mouth.. She jerks in rapture when I force my tongue inside her cunt, lapping upward to then delve deep into her tight little asshole..

“Mhh-- sweet Kitten..” I groan, grabbing onto her hips with a mouthful of her peachy ass to draw her closer to me.. “You are all honey in my mouth..”

“Ohh, meww, meww! MEWH!” She whimpers at the contact as I run the cool steel of the anal beads thought the slickness of her pussy bringing it up to her tightest, tiny rim alongside my tongue.. Spitting on both her and the toy I slowly circle her puckered rosy hole pressing just a little deeper with each pass.. When the first tiny ball slips inside her, she releases a soft smokey groan like some kind of wildcat.. “Oh fuck, that feels sooo good..”

The sounds she makes shoot straight to my shaft, getting my dick hard and my heart rate accelerated, instilling no desire in me to introduce a punishment.. So I ignore the spoken words that a kitten shouldn’t make, forgiving her transgression as I continue to fill her up.. Inch by inch until the fluffy tail is seeded deep in her peachy ass..

Leaning back, I admire the beauty of her vision, adorable tail and all.. “Mmh, vury nice, Kiska.. Turn around now, let me see all ov’ you..”

With an awkward tension she adjusts to the newfound fullness I have given her as she lifts her hands from the table and turns around to face me, blushing strawberry red from the tips of her ears down to her peaking pink nipples.. “How doez it fit?”

She mewls softly in reply, a little shy and unsure but mostly flirtatious.. “Mewhh..”

She likes it.. I can see the pleasure in her eyes as they sparkle with lust..

“You believe you do deserve a treat, for such good behaviour, da?” I smirk up at her as she rocks from side to side, testing the sensation of the buttplug..

“Meeewwwhh!” Lucky mewls again, even more enthusiastic this time as her shoulders sway and she prowls a step closer.. “Mmmhh!”

“Doez my Kiska want some milk?” I smile at her and she wriggles her little ass so that her tail swishes against the backs of her bare legs..

“Purrrr..”

There is nothing more beautiful than Lucky O’Cléirigh, cute as a kitten and sweeter than sugar.. I come undone in her presence, falling to pieces that she collects, one by one to keep for herself..