Uncharacteristically, Pyotr felt restless after Issy fell asleep. His mind wouldn't settle. He'd been watching, hoping for so long he was unsure now she was within his grasp.

He remembered the pull he'd felt towards her on first sight. How his cock twitched when he kissed her cheeks in greeting. She'd seemed impossibly young, a foreigner who didn't even know the bratva life, let alone speak Russian. Her long lustrous dark hair cried out to be wrapped around his fist as he yanked her head back, arching her body and pulling her onto his cock.

With an effort he'd tried to bring his lust under control, instead wondering where Maxim had found such a luscious cunt during a busy 3wk trip to London. Found and fucked, sure, but marrying her? He was the Pakhan, not a weak man controlled by a cunt, so there had to be more. Watching them closely, he realised he'd never seen his brother treat a cunt this way. It was like he actually cared! As for Isobella she looked at him like he was her universe and her submission to him was beautiful, even though she was obviously untrained.

His cock hardened more, thinking how he'd train her to be his perfect fucktoy, how he'd stretch her virgin holes with his thick cock, train her to crave his belt, his spankings, the paddles and floggers that would keep her flesh bruised and welted, marking her his property, all while her cunt dripped for him, desperately needing his cock to fill her, to brutalise all her holes. He felt like he'd cum in his pants like a young man seeing his first hole, just from thinking about his new sister-in-law.

Pyotr made a quick excuse, going to the nearest bathroom to spill his seed before he had an accident. Never, in all his years had he reacted like this to a cocksleeve!!

He knew he had to keep his distance or he'd be dead. His brother had killed men who'd touched his cunts before. He'd do much worse over a wife, even to his little brother.

Thankfully Pyotr's phone rang just then, jarring him from his memories. Irritated, he listened, gave an order, then ended the call.

Though it was unlikely due to the sedative in her soup, he checked on Iss, making sure she hadn't been disturbed by the noise. She was snoring softly, her bound limbs relaxed, utterly beautiful. Making a quick decision he walked to the bed, pulled back the sheet, and crawled on top of her. Still she slept. He'd intended just to cum on her body but, unable to resist, he instead licked her still wet cunt. Two fingers entered and gently fucked her while his tongue and teeth worked on her clit. She moaned and arched her back as her cunt clutched his fingers but remained asleep. He hadn't intended to use her this first night but his years long lust for her was too overwhelming.

His cock took the place of his fingers and she groaned as he slid into her oh so wet heat. Feeling like he had that first time he saw her he went balls deep, all gentleness gone. He slammed into her, her cunt tight around his thickness. She was soaked, reacting to the brutality she craved. She was pushed and pulled, only the restraints preventing her being slammed against the head of the bed. Her trained cunt muscles were, even in her sleep, clenching on him as he repeatedly filled her hole with his thick cock. He reached down and cruelly twisted her clit, feeling her gush on his thickness as her muscles spasmed and milked every drop of cum from him. Goaning in relief, he continued to fuck her, driving his cum deep in her hole as he slowly softened over a few minutes.

Somno had never interested him as he loved to physically overpower cunts, to manhandle them, to torture them till they gushed on whatever was filling their holes. With Iss, he knew, awake AND asleep he'd be using his holes as he wished. His cunt, his ass, his mouth. She was his now, his slave, property to be used however he desired. He smiled, looked at his messy cunt, then crawled off the bed.

About to replace the sheet he paused, smiled again and pushed a vibrating dildo in her cum filled cunt. Drawing the sheet up he paused to smooth her dark hair back and drop a kiss on her forehead.

Pouring himself a generous glass of Russo-Baltique he reclined back in his favourite leather armchair and continued thinking about the younger Izzy.

Maxim had changed with marriage. Training her to crave his desires was easy as she was naturally a slave, a submissive masochist who desperately craved his dominance, his whip, his brutal fucking. Its like she'd been born for him, for his use and she positively glowed with happiness.

Maxim made no secret of his pleasure in Izz but was also somewhat secretive, out of touch for hours at a time. Nobody admitted knowing where he went and it became accepted as time passed and people realised he still controlled things with the same ruthlessness, merciless when required.

Max sent Pyotr across the country, to run that end of the trafficking side of things. He was relieved to be away from Moscow as he knew he would have eventually taken Iss and then Maxim would have killed him, albeit very, very slowly and painfully.

He worked hard, taking any cunt he wanted for his own use and training cocksleeves but he still thought of Iss much of the time. He made sure he received updates on her, that eyes were always on her but he never learned the reasons for the missing hours, or the reasons for the bad migraines that kept her incommunicado for days at a time. Maxim seemed remarkably unconcerned, never bringing in doctors for her. By all reports he just ignored her sickness, which struck Pyotr as decidedly strange considering how possessive he was the rest of the time. The fact both the missing hours and migraines vanished when she was carrying his son perplexed Poytr.

He returned to Moscow to celebrate the birth of the heir but a mere two days later he was on his way to Mexico to broker an alliance without even a chance to set eyes on Iss. Frustrated, he took it out on the mostly inferior Cartel cunts till even the boss objected to the amount of damaged goods. It got expensive but he was still obsessed by Izz.

Upon flying home months later the number of rumours about a new ubiytsa contracted exclusively to their bratva increased. Nobody gave them much credence as nobody knew anything but they persisted, especially when an enemy or rival vanished without trace.

Maxim and Issy seemed happier than ever which also didn't sit well with Pyotr. His jealousy gnawed at him, especially when Max bred her again. As her belly swelled he was delighted Maxim began spending more time away, which enabled him to get closer to Iss.