Evelyna’s POV

After splitting ways, Jonathan made his way to Patrick Sharp’s home, where Patrick Kane was, while Christina and Nathan took off to her place. I knew Christina wasn’t one for anything sexual yet, but I envisioned her snuggling on the couch with her Colorado Avalanche crush and watching a movie. I was the exact opposite, I wanted the sex. I enjoyed making love to my men.

So, I went back to my apartment in Downtown Chicago. I knew that Val would have to go back to Dallas, but I wanted to spend time with him before he did and then I’d start to move myself down there within the next few weeks. I had decided that it was time for me to leave Chicago. Christina was in agreement. Though we both loved our brothers and the city, we wanted to remain with our “boyfriends.” And I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Dallas’s Star Russian forward. (And she with Nathan MacKinnon.)

I entered my apartment, holding onto the hand of the man I loved to death. He was a Russian and his name was Valeri Ivanovich Nichushkin. He was always smiling and in a good mood, because he knew about the opportunity that he had, being able to play in the big leagues in the NHL. It was his dream and he loved it. So naturally, he was always smiling and enjoying his life.

I led him over to the fancy dark burgundy red sofa couch in the main room and shoved him onto the chase lounge part of it. Then like a lion attacking her prey, I jumped onto him - gently, however - and began tugging at the tattered blue dress shirt. I was going to be super cautious and tender with him, because of the various lacerations he had. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him and reopen the wounds. But I wanted to ravish him still all the same.

I finally got his shirt off of him and threw it to the side. He stripped my shirt off in turn.

“Damn!! Хоккеисты горячие! (Hockey players are hot!)”

Then I slid my hands up his glossy chest and cradled his head, as I lowered my face down to his. I took his mouth into mine and we began to make out on the couch.

“Я люблю тебя Валери! (I love you Valeri!)” I moaned into his mouth.

“Mmm,” Val’s response came. He was lost in the moment.

Soon we were devouring each other and we both had slobber all over our faces from the serious make-out. I didn’t mind and neither did he. We were in love. When we were done making out with one another’s faces, we broke away temporarily smiling sweetly and giggling like naughty teenagers.

I climbed off of him and allowed him to sit up. He sat with his hands pressed into the burgundy cushions, between his legs. He reminded me of a dog. And he cocked his head to the side, beaming cutely. (Gosh, he’s just sooooooooooooooooooooo adorable!!)

“Что теперь? (What now?)” he asked and bit his lip.

My breath caught in my throat and all that escaped my lips was a squeaking sound. But, I got over myself and cleared my throat to answer him, as a sudden and ravishing thought hit me. “Прикоснись ко мне, Вал. Прикоснись ко мне, как никто не имеет раньше! (Touch me, Val. Touch me like no one has before!)”

“Хорошо. И вы, я? (Alright. And you, me?)”

I nodded, smirking like a devilish child. I didn’t mean for it to come across evil, but it was natural. I would enjoy touching him and I was hungry for him to touch me. He raised his hands up and lightly placed each of his hands onto my breasts, which were concealed in my bra. He didn’t cup a feel or anything, just held them there. I leaned forward and put my hands on his thighs.

We sat there for a moment, gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. Our blue eyes shimmered under the dim mood lighting in the apartment. I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to be here, enjoying my time with him. Val was everything I had ever wanted and more. He was smart, funny, talented, and not to mention handsomely adorable! He was a baby Russian of course.

But he was MY baby Russian!

After several heartbeats, I slid my hands up his thighs and into place on his crotch. Oh the feeling made me moist inside. He, in turn, slipped his hands into the support of my bra and started to pleasure me. It was the best feeling in the world. I thought I would lose it, but I kept my bearings and just enjoyed it. As he massaged me, I felt him, massaging his crotch area to his (and my) delight. As I ran my fingers and hands all over him, I could feel the bulge under his pants growing with each second.

I was so enthralled by it, I wanted more. So did he.

Val’s hands came out of my flowery undergarment, and for a moment I was disappointed, but then they returned, this time to my shoulders. I felt him push the straps of my bra down and leisurely expose me more to him. I helped him out and drew back from my touch of him and slipped my arms out. His hands came to my sides, just under my armpits and shoved the material down my stomach to my waistline.

I shook my wavy crimson locks out of my face and behind me and I could feel my breasts sway back and forth with the movement. They bounced happily on my chest. I grinned, as I saw Val staring at them, his mouth hanging open.

“Valeri,” I mused.

“Извините. Но ... блин ... вау... (Sorry. But...damn...wow...)”

I returned my own hands to his crotch once more and scooted closer to him, until I was basically sitting right between his legs and I could feel the warmth flooding from him. I undid his button and zipper and massaged the bulge that grew more.

Meanwhile, he massaged my breasts, petting them first like I was a delicate toy dog and then I felt his thumbs find a sweet spot. I jolted in place, as he rubbed my nipples and ripples of satisfaction shot through me.

“Вы прекрасны! (You’re beautiful!)” he exclaimed, stunned.

I gave him a squeeze and remarked, “Вы тоже! (You are too!)” I felt him quiver at the action.

There was some moment of silence, as we both closed our eyes and let our hands work magic. Then we both reopened our eyes and looked dreamily at one another, continuing with the awesome foreplay.

“Вам нравится это? (You like this?)” Val asked me, cocking his head.

“О, да. (Oh, yes.)” I articulated to him.

As we both sat, massaging one another for minutes on end, our heads slowly came together once more and we both took one another into our mouths. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and explored and he moaned his pleasure.

I slipped my hands around his waist and into his pants, behind him. I fingered his ass and crack with my hands and the Russian seemed to enjoy it. He mirrored my move and stopped fondling my chest and slid his hands down my sides to my waist and then into my pants and copied my move.

I pulled away for a second to give him a cheeky look, with which he gave me an innocent smile. Then our lips returned and we slowly rose up, so that both of us could sink farther into each other’s pants.

Honestly, I didn’t want his hands to leave me.

When we’d had enough of that, I took charge and pinned Val on the chase. I gripped his wrists tightly in my hands and held him in place. He struggled under me, but I kept him in check. He asked what I was doing and I silenced him with my mouth. I had a plan for him and now that we were both all warmed up and stimulated, it was time for the REAL fun.

He had no idea what I had in store for him and that was how I wanted it. He couldn’t have the upper hand. As much as I loved him, I refused to let him be the dominate one. Being dominate was my role and at first he wasn’t so sure, but then he settled in and started to enjoy and realize what the sub role was. He didn’t mind and in fact he liked being the one who was played with and surprised. He liked it.

(This was how it would be forever with us now. The rule was going to be, if he had a bad game or a super game, he was in for a pleasure-filled time...he agreed to this and in fact it was his idea.)

So, as I gazed down at him, watching him twist and turn and struggle under me, I knew that he was the one I would love forever. He was perfect. In every way.

I finally let his wrists go and I shuffled backward. I proceeded to strip his pants and boxers off. Feeling his bulge and all wasn’t as satisfying all of the sudden. I wanted more. I was like a greedy child on Christmas, but I didn’t care. We agreed that I would be the dom and as such, I would get what I wanted and do what I wanted. So, I yanked his pants off and threw them to the pile, then I removed his boxers and added them as well.

I climbed off the chase and stood up. I pulled my bra completely off of me and stripped my jeans off. Now I stood there in just my panties, marveling at his naked body. He was staring up at me, his baby blues sparkling.

He was perfect.

I got a sudden idea. I pulled the belt from his jeans and then returned to the side of the chase. He had remained loyally in place, lying still, in the same position and spot I’d left him in. He was smiling, cluelessly, almost like a dog. (Val’s a puppy!) I climbed back onto him and sat on his stomach. He turned to look at me, making sure to keep me in his line of vision.

“Я собираюсь связать тебя, ладно? Можете ли вы дать мне ваши запястья? (I'm going to tie you up, okay? Can you give me your wrists?)”

“Конечно. (Sure.)” He procured his wrists out to me, holding them up and even, pressing them together, so I wouldn’t have to do it.

“Хорошо Val. (Good Val.)”

“Не привязывайте их слишком сильно. (Don't tie them too tightly.)”

“Я не буду, милая. Я буду нежен, я обещаю. (I won't, sweetie. I'll be gentle, I promise.)” And with that, I wrapped the belt around his wrists, making sure not to make it so loose, he’d get free, but not too tight either.

When he was tied up, I pushed his bound arms back, above his head and let them rest on the slope of the chase, in an upward angle. He stared into my eyes, as I leaned back and nodded. “И это все? Собираетесь ли вы связать мои лодыжки до? (Is that all? Are you going to tie my ankles up?)”

“Вы хотите, чтобы я тоже? (Would you like me too?)”

“Это до вас, Ева. Вы дом ... один отвечает здесь. Делайте то, что вы хотите со мной. (It's up to you, Eve. You are the dom...the one in charge here. Do what you want with me.)”

“Хорошо. В этом случае, я могу заткнуть тебя. (Okay. In that case, I may gag you.)”

“Почему? (Why?)”

“Потому что, когда вы были связаны с железнодорожными путями, я не мог помочь, но стимулируется свою беспомощность. Я не хотел ничего больше, чем спасти вас, но вы, связали и заткнули рот и изо всех сил ... Вы понимаете, не так ли? (Because when you were tied to the railroad tracks, I couldn't help but be stimulated by your helplessness. I wanted nothing more than to save you, but you, tied up and gagged and struggling...you understand, right?)”

“Я делаю. Вы можете заткнуть мне тогда. (I do. You can gag me then.)”

I climbed off of him once again and headed to the kitchen. I found a clean towel and I found a zip tie. (Don’t ask why I had that...and in my kitchen!) I walked back into the room, where Val was. I put the zip tie in place around his ankles and then I took the towel and started to put it in place, but I halted. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t gag him. Sven had already done it enough to him. The main reason, was just his facial look. That’s really what got me. He was more than willing to be gagged by me, but I put the towel to the side, shaking my head.

Then I climbed back onto his naked body and continued to pleasure myself and him. He was a strong guy and I knew that he was fine with all of this. I felt his upper body in my hands and it was like I was marking him as mine. And he was mine. He was all mine.

And then I moved my hands south, down his muscular athlete body. Oh holy crap, was he a stud. My fingers traced his waistline and teased him and the sensation my fingers caused, made him twitch and quiver. But he maintained his happy “I’m okay, continue on” look. So, I pressed on with the tease and then allowed one of my hands to grabbed him.

Finally, I was able to feel him in my hands and I wanted to have some fun. I rubbed his shaft, seemingly sending waves of pleasure through him. He tightened and clenched his body. He moaned and shouted Russian sexual desire words. His distressful, yet blissful grunts crescendoed and decrescendoed. And then I ran my index finger around his entrance, teasing him more and it made him clench. I moved my finger around four times, before jamming it into him and making him scream.

I pulled out and jammed it back in, over and over, four times totally. He screamed and bucked wildly, struggling.

When I was done, I slid up his body and pressed my lips to his. “That’s just the beginning sweetheart. From now on, you’re mine and we’re together forever! I love you so much, Valeri and no one will ever hurt you again!”

“No kidnapping or tying me to railroad tracks?”

“No. Never. I won’t let ‘em! No one will lay a finger on you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

And with that, I released him from the zip tie and the belt and snuggled into him. We kissed once more and then we fell asleep, not caring that we were naked or only clad in panties. It was magical. It was Heaven on Earth.

And I was falling hard for a Russian hockey player.

Notes

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*steps away from computer to blush and scream like a happy person*
*comes back, swallows pride and thoughts and continues typing and sticking this up*
I MISS YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH, YOU LITTLE ADORABLE RUSSIAN PUPPY DOG!!!!

LOOK AT THAT ADORABLE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 Val Nichushkin, you are a stud and a baby!! Just like Nikita Kucherov. Russian's have adorably cool names! Valeri and Nikita!! BFFS!!
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