Chapter 21 – Ya skhazshu po tebe s uma

NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.

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Nef’s POV


Dinner had been a success. My mother loved him and my father tolerated him. My family is insanely close and the thought of them not liking or getting along with Sasha had made me nervous. It’s hard to explain why it worried me so much. I had spent the two days leading up to Christmas Eve in nearly a panic.

“What is the big deal?” Jesse wanted to know. “If your family doesn’t like him at first then so what?”

“You don’t understand how many family works. Relationships don’t happen without family approval.”

As modern and assimilated to Westernized life and values as my family was there were still some very much old world traditions that were up held. My grandparents’ marriage had been arranged by their parents, and while my parents’ marriage wasn’t exactly arranged they were definitely guided/pushed in the “right” direction.

“I like him,” my mom said. “He’s a sweet boy.”

“Can he get me Ovechkin’s autograph?” Set wanted to meet and get an autograph from Ovie. Khai had already gotten Sasha to sign his jersey. At least I knew where my brothers stood.

“We have an understanding,” Immy said, “but he seems like a nice guy. I have no objections.”

“Well he invited everyone to the game against the Devils on Saturday.”

Christmas morning was uneventful, breakfast, presents, and family time. Sometime during dinner last night Sasha had given Im another present for me. It was a pair of earrings to match the necklace he’d given to me last night.

“He does certainly know how to choose nice jewelry.” I showed my mom the necklace to match the earrings.

We were in the family room lounging around in pajamas watching television. We had just gotten off the phone with my grandparents. My phone alerted me to an incoming text message.

You drive me crazy, it said. It was from Sasha. I dreamt of you last night.

A good dream or a bad dream?

Good. Always good when I dream of you.

Since our nothing fight Sasha had been more vocal about his felling and what he was thinking. I still hadn’t gotten exactly what had caused him to go off on a tiff. I knew that he was annoyed that I hadn’t called him back that night but I had been a little busy. He said that he was worried about two girls going out at night but I’d done it before and never had a problem. Jesse and I weren’t alone. We’d gone with a group of friends and the only time I was actually alone was when I went to call a cab to go home. I told him that I really didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly.

He was embarrassed at his behavior and didn’t really try to rationalize it. He was even more so embarrassed at flipping out when he found my brother in my bed. Before we’d started dating I told him that I wasn’t the type of person to go for random hook ups. I wasn’t about to be another girl he could say he slept with. He’d told me that he wanted more from me. He wanted more than just sex. He wanted someone he could connect with, someone he could share things with, someone he could hold dear. I know it sounds really really cheesy but Sasha is a romantic at heart. He was that charming gentleman that walked right out of one of those romance novels my mom read.

After Immy left and Sasha and I were alone I told him that he wasn’t allowed to freak out like that again. If he was thinking of feeling something then he needed to tell me. No more tiffs, no more passive aggression. If you’re mad, say it. If you’re happy, say it. If you miss me, say it. Sasha was needy but he wasn’t very vocal about it. There were things and behaviors that he wanted from me but he didn’t always tell me. I told him that I didn’t want to have anymore nothing fights.

“Why are you smiling so hard?” Khai asked. I hadn’t realized that I had let what I was thinking show on my face.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

“About Sasha? Oh I love you! I wanna be with you! Kissy kissy kissy.” I punched Khai in the arm. I did not act like that. Stupid 16 year old pain in the ass younger brother.

“You wait until you bring a girl home. Payback is a bitch.”

“Language,” My mom admonished. She didn’t like swearing.

“Sorry Ommy.”

You tell your parents you come stay with me after game?

No, not yet. I’ll tell them tomorrow before the game. Don’t want to give dad time to hunt you down before the game. :)

Not funny. Your dad is scary man. He tell me he break my legs if I hurt you. :(

I’ll protect you my Sashka. I won’t let the boogey man get you.






I had given my tickets to Saturday’s game to Jesse and her mom so that I could be with my family in the box. I had taken Set downstairs to the hall where the guys were playing soccer so that he could meet Ovie. I had made sure to wear the gifts Sasha had gotten me as he told me that the watch I’d bought for him would be his game day watch.

While Ovie talked to and autographed Set’s jersey I had a few minutes alone with Sasha.

“A kiss for luck?”

“You guys better win tonight.” The last time they played the Devils Sasha had not played well and the caps ended up losing the game. It was an away game but I still had to deal with his moodiness after a loss. Coach Bruce had ripped into him after that game.

The caps won the game 4 to 1. Sasha played an okay game, better than when he played the Devils the last time but nowhere near where it should have been. After my family left I waited downstairs in the lounge near the dressing room. Sasha very rarely spoke to the media after a game so it didn’t take him long to get showered and changed. I followed him in my car to his house in Arlington.

I was in his room changing out of my jersey and jeans when I felt him come up behind me. He lifted me up into his arms and then launched me onto his king sized bed. I felt him come down on top of me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I inhaled deeply. I loved his scent. It was warm and thick. It made me feel comfortable, happy, like everything was as it should be.

“That tickles,” my face was pressed in the crook of his neck and I batted my eyelashes against his skin. Butterfly kisses I called them.­

“Nef,” his voice was soft, “there something I want try with you.”

“What is it?”

His face was flushed red and I could see that he was suddenly nervous. I watched his eye shift from my face to my throat. If he wouldn’t know by now that he had no reason to be embarrassed about anything around me then we had some work to do. I wanted to know what could cause hind to be embarrassed.

“You remember Monday when you…Well I want to try something different.”

“When I spanked you?” Different, how? Spanking is pretty straight forward. Step one: lift hand. Step two: bring down on bare skin. Step three: watch his beautiful skin turn red and listen to all the wonderful sounds. Step four: repeat.

“Yes. Well I want…you to…when you had me on my stomach holding on to the headboard…I want you to…” he stopped. It looked like he was too mortified to continue.

“You want me to what? Do it again?” Spit it out already.

He reached under the bed and pulled out a blindfold. “I want you to use this.” He pushed it into my hands.

“Get up and take off your clothes.”

He stood by the side of the bed and removed his clothing.

“Kneel down.”

He dropped to his knees and I tied the blind fold over his eyes, with the knot on the side of his head. When we played like this Sasha was almost a different person. He was obedient and eager to please. I could tell that this was going to be one of the times when he let me take control of our love making.

“Up and on the bed.”

I helped him to lie down on the bed. He was relaxed. The tension that had been in his body when he asked me to blindfold him was gone. I removed my remaining clothing before joining him on the bed.

“Tell me what you want Sasha.”

“I want you to touch me.”

Sitting beside his prone body I trailed my fingertips across his lips. When he moved to kiss them I pulled them away tracking a path from his lips down his chin to his chest.

“May I touch you?” I granted his request. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin.

He sat up to touch me, starting with my face. His fingertips traced over my eyes, my nose, and my lips before moving to my ears and down my neck. Soon he was touching every inch of my skin. Pushing me down on the bed his mouth and tongue joined in. He focused on the areas of my body that were most sensitive: my neck, my nipples, and my clit. Oh God, when had his tongue become so talented. He thrust it in and out of my wet core. When he latched on to my clit I couldn’t help by moan wantonly. He pushed two fingers inside of me and slowly pumped them. He moved slowly, teasingly; working my body into a frenzy.

“Harder,” I pleaded, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his mouth closer to me.

I heard him chuckle. His movements stayed slow and deliberate. It seemed like an eternity before I was close to cumming. Because he couldn’t see me he seemed to work harder focusing on the sounds I made to clue him into what I like. Without the visual cues that my body gave to him when I felt pleasure he had no choice by to pay attention to the sounds and movements of my body.

“Sasha, please…harder.” I was sweating and my body trembled. It was close. Yes, just a little more and I would release.

Slowly he edged me closer and closer to orgasm. I thrust my hips upward to meet his tongue. I was panting, a breath away from an intense, mind shattering orgasm. My back arched and I grabbed the bedspread, searching for something to hold onto as I squirmed mindlessly on the bed. Yes! Yes! Sasha, yes!

And then he stopped. His tongue and fingers stilled. My breath was ragged. I could hear my heart hammering in my ears. No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. He licked my lower lips much like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. I looked down and I could see him smiling. Bastard! I reached down to thrust my own fingers into me but he pushed my hand away.

“No. You not do that.”

“I want to cum.”

“Only if you good girl.” The words I had often teased him with were being thrown right back at me. Sneaky little shit.

He pushed against my thighs, spreading them wider. Three more times his lips and fingers brought me to the brink of an orgasm only to back away. I screamed at him. I threatened him with retribution if he didn’t make me cum soon.

“Only with me inside you.”

I reached for the nightstand draw where I knew he kept a box of condom taking one and tearing the foil packet open. I quickly rolled it onto his shaft and guided him to my entrance. He thrust into the hilt in one fluid stroke. He started to piston in and out of me. When he leaned down to kiss me I could taste my own essence on his tongue. It only seemed to heighten the fury of lust and pleasure between us.

His thrusting ignited the pool of molten pleasure that had form inside me. I couldn’t help but scream as wave after wave of raw pleasure poured over me. I felt him bite my shoulder as his release followed mine. He pulled off the blindfold and looked down at me.

“Good girl.” If I had the strength I would have whacked him over the head but for right now I couldn’t move.

He slowly pulled out of me to discard the used condom and I winced. I would be sore later but it was well worth it.

“Am I forgiven,” he asked cuddling up beside me.

“Nope, it’s gonna take more than pretty jewelry and a good lay for you to earn my forgiveness.” I wasn’t really upset with Sasha but I did enjoy making fun of him.

He fingered the necklace that I still wore, “Bully.”

I smiled at him before resting my head on his chest. I was suddenly very tired.

“Good night Sashka.”