Ivankoz

You were preparing food for your husband and son. You were making pasta for everyone and when the door opened, your son, Kale, ran up to Ivan, hugging him tightly and laughing. Ivan knelt down and looked into Kale’s eyes before whispering to him “Kale, dear, go to your room for a bit, please.”

You looked at Ivan in confusion as Kale took his plate of pasta and went to his room. Ivan walked up to you, lifting you off of your feet and slumping you over his shoulder before he walked towards the bedroom.

He walked in and locked the door before you laying you down on the soft bed. He looked at you deeply, almost as if his eyes were undressing you. You tried to sit up before he forced you down. He sat in between you’re legs, leaning in to look at you before whispering seductively into your ear “Now that the fucking meeting is over.. I can get what I’ve been craving most, darling.” he uttered with a heavy Russian accent, his eyes piercing yours.