Genius at Heart

The nervous tension around the room was palpable. What had spooked the hardened criminals around him? The meeting was unexpected. He was with his latest bitch when the boss called him in. Apparently, it was a pressing issue that has to be dealt with tonight.

Sometimes, the boss can be overdramatic. He decided to humor him though. From what he had observed, he had made a sound decision.

He watched their leader pace back and forth, cold sweat streamed down his face.

"What the fuck happened?" The bald man at the front asked.

The man stopped pacing and turned to them. His face was taut, and he was pale.

"Our source from the inside informed me that Vasiliy hired the accountant," he announced gravely. So, that was what made him nervous and everyone else in the room. Including yours truly. Fuck!

Damn that Russian butcher! Dominic Vasiliy took over the mafia world by storm. A mantle he donned from his equally brute of a father. Everyone feared him and his general. Leaders bowed to him. He was untouchable.

"You mean the accountant the Marcelinos' use?" another asked. Deflecting his thoughts. Hoping that was not the case or they will all be dead in the most gruesome manner. That was an inevitable guarantee.

"Can you think of other accountants that the cartels and mafias used?" Bald man answered the dumb question.

"Yes. The accountant. We have to plan for the worst. We all know how accurate that bastard is." The leader continued to pace, thinking of a solution.

Well, he can only think of one. Hope it will not bite him back in the ass.

"Hire, Antoine. He will take care of it. We have the money," he suggested. All of the men nodded in agreement. It was the only way.

"Do you know where this accountant lives?" A man in the corner asked. Joining the conversation for the first time.

He nodded.

Though he suggested it. His immediate plan was to hightail it out of San Francisco as soon as possible.

"I will get that from my source tonight. The accountant will be dead by tomorrow evening." Yeah, right. He doesn't believe their fucking self-proclaimed leader anymore. He has turned greedy. It was the main reason why they were facing this difficult situation. They had known all along yet they took the risk. And now, it was time to pay. But not him. He will be moving to a third-world country within 24 hours.

No one stole from the Vasiliys and lived to tell about it.

And the accountant has served the underworld well. They will be stepping on a lot of toes if the leaders found him dead. And if they find out it was them, especially the tzar...He shuddered.

The Russian Butcher was nothing but ruthlessly shrewd. He does not want to be a dead meat in 'Cisco. He will be packing his bags tonight.

Dominic:

Gray-green depths traced the delicate features of the precious cargo sprawled in his arms. The endless bouts of lovemaking earlier this morning and three hours of slavering over the financial reports have taken a toll on her. My poor detka. She never woke up from her deep slumber. He carried her from the office down to the underground parking garage. He happily paraded her slight delectable form in his arms, leaving everyone gawking in his wake.

Her soft snores filled the dim confines of his Rolls Royce Phantom Limo, a closed panel separated them from his driver, Dmitry.

The scenery and his detka in his arms soothed him. It has been a while since he felt like this. Content and happiness.

It will take at least an hour to arrive at their destination. They were going home. To her address on file.

It was a strategic decision for him. She wouldn't be able to escape him if they slept in her bed. And he wouldn't let her kick him out either. He smirked. Dominic congratulated himself.

He was aware several black SUVs were following them. Alec and his men. He had to be always careful at all times, especially with his woman asleep in their car.

Exhaustion has also taken over. Almost a first. He was usually so restless to sleep. Let alone lower his guard. But tonight...He glanced down fondly once more. He will doze and should be refreshed when they get there. Another great idea. It will give his balls time to recuperate.

With the warm weight in slumber on his lap, he fell into a restful nap.

***

Five firm raps on the car door woke him. He looked down, and his woman was still asleep. She had not even stirred.

His agile body got out of the confines of the backseat with her secured in his embrace. He paused to look around him. Not a neighbor on site. She lived in a tiny cottage with a well-manicured lawn three miles from the outskirts of the city. Fuck! She was all alone living in an almost deserted place without protection. His jaw ticked at the thought of her in danger.

They will have a long talk, among other things, when she wakes up. She stirred in his arms, he leaned to kiss her temple, she hummed then went back to sleep.

Dominic walked to the front of the cottage. The door opened with Alec's picking expertise. He went straight to the only door he could see at the end of the narrow hallway.

It was open. The bedroom was small, but it would do.

His lips twitched, admiring her bed, at least it was big enough to fit the two of them. He laid her on top of the covers, she clung to him, whining her protests.

"Shh...I won't go anywhere, moya lyubov. Let me strip and I'll join you in a minute." He soothed her and nuzzled her fragrant hair. She sighed in happiness and went back to sleep.

"Hmmm, Dom..." Beau mumbled.

His lips curve gently. She looked so innocently adorable. He shrugged out of his coat, unbuttoned his cuffs then paused...shit! His men.

He found Alec eating a lemon meringue pie in the kitchen. His general grinned at him. He narrowed his eyes despite his good mood.

"Your take-out is in the fridge, tzar." Alec pointed and proceeded to devour his pie.

Dominic nodded. His eyes roamed the cottage's small interior.

The living room that connected with the kitchen was squeaky clean. Not a speck of dust. Earthy and delicate colors adorned the place. From what he observed, his woman loved shades of red. The information was something to file for future reference, for the interior designer of their new home.

With regards to that, "Have you found a suitable estate?" He queried. His attention back to Alec.

"Of course, my friend. The complete layout is at your desk. The market price though..." He halted, noticing the mafia leader's raised hand.

"Doesn't matter. Have the interior designer incorporate shades of red in the master suite. Does it have neighboring properties?" Alec nodded. Mouth full. "Buy them too, for yourself and our men. I want all the corners of the land secured." The jovial general saluted while gulping a glass of water. "This is really it, huh?"

"Yes, my friend. This is it." Dominic answered. Surprised he was ready to lose his bachelorhood. He had never been more serious in his life.

"I'm glad. I call dibs on your first child. Damn! My first godchild. I will teach him all the weapons in the world." His friend almost rubbed his hands in anticipation.

His detka will have his head for that.

"It could be a girl." Beau's stunning beauty came to mind. "Nope. It should be all boys."

Alec chuckled. "Anything you need before I go, tzar?"

"Yeah, bring groceries for breakfast. You and the men can stay at the nearest hotel. I will let you know if I need anything. Now, off you go." Dominic shooed him away. Irritated. He wanted to go back to bed, where a warm, inviting, and addictive delight was waiting for him.

The general bowed with a knowing smile and a shit-eating grin before he exited the cottage.

Dominic can hear him give out orders in their mother tongue. Moments later cars pulled out from the property. Ever thoughtful, he left him a Glock on the counter. Always the cautious one, his general.

He knew his men had scouted the entire one-mile radius looking for possible threats before they left him. They were that efficient.

Needing to quench his thirst, he thoughtfully drank a bottle of cold water. Maybe he should wake her up for dinner? He shook his head and dismissed the idea. Nah, she might find an excuse to kick him out.

He went back to their bedroom with a cold bottle of water just in case she needed it, but she remained asleep.

Later. He promised himself to wake her up and eat. He stripped naked before he approached her side. His deft fingers undress her carefully.

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Satisfied, there was no cloth separating them, he climbed his side of the bed, gathered her in his arms, and exhaled a relaxing breath. Savoring her softness and her warmth.

Heaven couldn't be far off. This was more than good. He could do this every night. With a happy sigh, he surrendered to sleep.

***

The feel of a hot mouth bobbing on his thick erection woke him up. He groaned feelingly. Fuck! -My detka.-

He glanced down and he closed his eyes tightly to savor the moment. He opened his eyes and his stomach tightened. He was dazed from the sweet sensation.

She was in between his spread thighs, and her long locks covered the sight of her sucking him off. Being unable to see what she was doing, heightened the feeling.

Her touch was tactile, one that reached his soul. Penetrated his jaded existence. What had been an act of mundane and necessary exercise before had become something much more with her. More defined. More precious. More soul consuming.

His thighs trembled from her erotic ministrations. She moaned, and the vibrations made his spine tingle. He groaned.

Reclining, to better guide her untouched, but instinctive skill, he wrapped his around her disheveled dark brown hair. Fuck! His aching cock was wedged firmly inside her almost bee-stung lips and her eyes were closed in bliss. From sucking him off. He shuddered.

She paused, feeling the cold air of the air conditioning. "Continue, detka," he rasped. His voice deep and gravelly from sleep.

Big hands gathered her thick locks, one at the back of her skull, guiding her, showing her the perfect rhythm. She moaned her approval on his wet dick. All his muscles quivered at the erotic sight. Her cute mouth stretched on his cockhead, firmly gliding, sucking his precum while both of her wet hands jacked him off.

"Fuck!" His eyes rolled to the back of his head and unconsciously he thrust in her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a bit but quickly recovered. "Relax your throat, baby." She did and hummed. Gripping her hair tight, he gave in to her demands and began to fuck her mouth. His eyes, slits of lust, watched her struggle to take more than she was capable of. Trying to be gentler, he slowed down but she shook her head and ever so slowly she scraped her teeth on the sensitive cockhead. Fuck! Okay, he got the message.

Her saliva and precum steadily streamed down his tight balls. He growled. Very conscious he couldn't take any more of this torture.

"Motherfucker!" Dominic gritted through his teeth. She looked up, her expressive brown gaze glittering, gleaming with joy at his tense features, lust, and satisfaction written within her depths. "Hmmm," the slurping sounds she made from licking his balls to the swollen tip of his dick were so obscene yet that was what he needed.

"Put me back in your mouth. Now!" She readily obliged. His hands tangled more firmly on her hair and nape, he pulled her down for his urgent thrusts. In and out. Sucking and licking. Shit! With fascination and delight, she tried to take more, the head hitting her throat, it contracted in reflex.

"Ahh! Fuck! I'm close." His warning fell on deaf ears. Her hands gently massage his balls. That's it.

With a savage growl, he came spurting in her mouth, she attempted to swallow but it was too much. His cum kept on coming, leaking from her lips.

Amazement and stunned disbelief at what happened. He almost couldn't breathe. The harsh rush of air coming from his chest filled the silence of the room.

His detka definitely rocked his world.

She grinned at him mischievously and cleaned her face on his dress shirt. "You taste nice." He was still lax, yet her teasing brought him to life. He pierced her with his hungry gaze. Assessing. Considering. His turn. Sonofabitch! The erection he was sporting has not gone soft. Not one bit. This woman does amazing things to his libido.

"Dominic!" Without warning, he tumbled her beneath him. She shrieked at his sudden movement. Satisfied he had her the way he wanted her at the moment. On her hands and knees with her cute ass wiggling in an erotic invitation. He smacked her ass playfully. "Dom!" Beau gasped in protest, yet her hips arched up. His hungry gaze narrowed at the unspoken invitation.

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Caressing the sting away reverently, he murmured. "Stay still, moya lyubov. It's my turn."

She moaned and stretched like a cat from the promise in his voice.

His rough hands began to massage her shoulders down to the small of her back. God! Her skin was so soft. So smooth.

Giving the same attention to her front, palming her breasts, rolling her stiff nipples, pinching them. All the while his dick rubbed in between her sexy globes.

"So, so good, Dominic," Beau muttered dreamily. He smirked. Always responsive, his detka.

Satisfied she was ready for more, he scooted to the edge of the bed, rough and calloused hands opened her butt cheeks, exposing her wet and eager lips.

She's fucking dripping. Without warning, he leaned in to lick her from her pulsing clit to her rosebud. Her body tried to move away but his hands on her back held her firmly.

"Don't move," he warned. She moaned in objection. He hit the palm of his hand on her ass once more.

"Dominic!" She whined, yet stayed put, quivering.

Ah! She loved it if he dominated her. Her moisture flowed on his fingers.

More determined this time, he went back to eating her pussy from behind. Hot eager tongue snakes on every delicious surface, flicking her clit, sucking, nipping. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

Sensing she was close to the edge, he stopped to tease her. She sobbed in protest.

"You will come while I fuck you, detka!" He growled. Eager for what's coming.

Holding his hot rod, he coated the swollen flesh in her juices, she wiggled her ass seeking him. "Fucking hold still, I'm losing control, love."

"Right, now! Fuck me now, Dom. Or I'll swear-ahh!" Her threat died from his deep thrust. She cried out. He had shoved the head and half of his thick length on her tiny slit without warning. "Oh God, Dominic."

Her wet walls contracted around him, driving him crazy with lust.

Grasping her hips tight, he drew her back to him. Her hot flesh flushed to his heavily muscled chest, and he began to drive in her pussy savagely. Every thick inch was pushed deep, again and again. His balls hit her clit. Her swollen pussy lips wrapped around his thickness tightly. So fucking tight and stretched to the limit.

How could she possibly take it all when her cunny was small, her walls gripping him to the point of strangling his thrusting length. She was made for his loving.

The slapping sounds of skin meeting skin were heard clearly. Dominic groaned. Throwing his head back. Eyes closed, breathing shallow, close to the blissful edge.

Determined for her to come with him, he reached between them, flicking her clit in time with his thrust. Her breasts swayed, nipples on the sheets, He knew it was adding to her pleasure.

Shit! The thought of her coming for him, on his wet cock jolted him. He was going to come again. Soon.

He angled his thrust, so the cock head hit her g-spot. She wailed.

Found it!

He played with her pussy lips and clit once more while fucking her harder. Deeper.

Deep staccato plunging. Grinding. Rolling his hips. Fuck it!

The smacking sounds music to his ears. His detka stiffened, trembling in his arms, screaming in pleasure while she came so fucking hard on his cock. Milking him mercilessly.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" He growled and shoved every inch as deep as he could, right at the mouth of her womb, he fed her his seed. Emptying every ounce of his semen in her. His balls keep on contracting until the last moment. Replete and wallowing in out of this world with satisfaction, he collapsed beside her, bringing her sweaty body to his front.

He had not bothered withdrawing from her. His cock will stay inside her for as long as it can.

This was his woman. His detka. And she was his forever.