You Don't Own Me
Episode 1
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I deleted the chapters and rewrote it because it had some mistakes
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Hope you will forgive me 🙏🏻
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Let's start the story again
Russian terms of endearment are different from English ones. Here are the translations for the ones that are used in this series.
lyubov moya” (my love), “kotik” (pu.ssycat), “kotyonok” (kitten), “zaika/zaichik” (bunny), “malysh” (baby), “lapochka” (sweetie pie), “zvezda moya” (my star), “zolotse” (my gold). “rybka” (little fish), “myshka” (little mouse),
‘YOU DON’T OWN ME’
‘Yes, I fu.cking do!’
- I’ll tell you just how much a dollar costs
it is the price of having a spot in Heaven -
Stella
Oh, my God, Dahlia, you have to help me
Stella, my best friend and roomie cries. She has burst open my bedroom door and is standing at the threshold theatrically wringing her hands
Stella is a well-known drama queen so I don’t panic. I mute my video and turn towards her.
Dahlia Fury
Calm down and tell me what’s wrong
Stella
I have a massage client in less than an hour and I’ve just realized that I’ve also got another client coming here
See what I mean about drama.
Dahlia Fury
‘Just cancel one of them,’
Stella
I can’t do that. The one who is coming here is that crazy rich bit.ch from Richmond who told me she is going to recommend me to all her crazy as.sed rich friends in Richmond. She’s probably already on the train. And the other is a Russian Mafia boss
I frown. First of all, I didn’t know she had a Russian mafia boss as one of her clients. Must address that one later, but not yet
Dahlia Fury
So what do you want me to do?
Stella
Can you stand in for me?
I shake my head resolutely
Dahlia Fury
Nope. Absolutely not. You’ll just have to tell the Mafia boss that you can’t make it
Stella
One of the clauses in the confidentiality agreement I signed was that I would never miss any of my appointments once I agreed it unless it was a life or death situation
Dahlia Fury
He made you sign a confidentiality agreement?
She makes an exasperated sound
Dahlia Fury
What kind of person puts an unreasonable clause like that into an agreement with their masseuse?
I ask, genuinely surprised.
she screams in frustration
Stella
Can you focus, please. I’m running out of time here.’
Dahlia Fury
It’s simple. Go on to the Mafia boss, and I’ll tell your other client when she arrives that she can have a free massage next week
Stella
No, she can’t come next week. She is away, and anyway, she’s in pain and really needs me
Dahlia Fury
So tell the Mafia boss that you can’t make it because you have a life and death scenario
Stella
You want me to lie to Zane?
Dahlia Fury
If that’s what his name is
She comes into the room and starts pacing the small space like a caged animal.
Stella
I’m not going to lie to him. He’ll know
She stops and stares at me.
Stella
He’s got like the coldest most piercing eyes you ever saw. It’s like they can see right through you.
Dahlia Fury
I can’t believe you said that
Stella
I’m serious, Dahlia. Lying to him is out of the question
Dahlia Fury
Well, then you’ll have to let the rich bit.ch down
Stella
Did you not hear me? She’s in pain. Oh, please, please, can you help me this time. You can have my fee and I’ll owe you big time
I say clearly. The solution to her problem seems obvious to me —she should cancel the Russian guy.
Stella
I’ll do the dishes for a whole month
I pause. Hmmm. Then I shake my head.
Stella
I’ll do the dishes and clean the apartment for a whole month
Dahlia Fury
Even the bathroom?
Stella
Yes, even the bathroom
she confirms immediately.
Dahlia Fury
I’d love to help but—
she says with a determined glint in her eyes.
My eyebrows fly upwards. I open my mouth and she shouts out
Stella
Three fu.cking months.
To say that I am not tempted would be a lie. I HATE cleaning the bathroom. I am very tempted, but I can’t actually take her up on her offer even if she offered me a year’s worth of bathroom cleaning.
Dahlia Fury
Jesus, Stella. Just stop. You know I’d love to take you up on your offer, but I simply can’t massage like you. I just about know the basics and rich bit.ch’s problem sounds complicated. For all I know, I’ll just end up making her back worse and instead of giving you a glowing recommendation to all her rich friends she will do the opposite
Stella fixes her hazel eyes on me.
Stella
I wasn’t thinking of her.
I look at her, astonished
Stella
He just needs a simple basic Swedish. Just exactly what I’ve already taught you. You just need to put a bit more effort into it. He likes it really hard
Dahlia Fury
Like he.ll, I’m massaging your Mafia boss
Stella
Oh please, please, please
Dahlia Fury
‘If you’re trying to make me feel guilty, it’s not working
She looks at me pleadingly
Stella
Pleeeeeeease. I promise you he’s really easy to do.’
Dahlia Fury
Oh yeah. Is that why you’re so terrified of him?
She turns her mouth downwards
Stella
I’m not terrified of him.
Dahlia Fury
Could have fooled me
Stella
Actually, I’m a bit … in lu.st with him
she confesses with a wry smile.
Episode 2
I explode in disbelief. This is Stella, the woman who turns a spider sighting in her bedroom into a shrieking Victorian melodrama.
I shake my head in wonder
forever. I’ve always had a thing for him, but of course, he’s way out of my league. The women he dates are all at least ten feet tall and totally perfect. I only register on his radar as a pair of strong hands
I stare at her suspiciously
Dahlia Fury
Are you just making all this up so I’ll go and massage him?
Dahlia Fury
Why haven’t you told me about this man crush before?
She looks down at her right shoe.
Stella
There seemed to be no point. I’ve come to terms with it. The truth is it is way stronger than a crush, and it could even be love, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
Suddenly I realize why every time we go out she freezes out every man, even the ones that look like serious contenders, who come up to her
I breathe. I had no idea she was suffering in silence.
Stella
It doesn’t matter. It’ll pass, but right now I just need your help. I don’t want to let him down or give him cause to fire me. Until I’m ready to let go of him I want to keep this job going.
Stella
Don’t say it. I know. It’s stupid and it’s crazy, and I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I can’t let go. Not yet. One day I’ll eventually leave, I know that, but just not quite yet, OK?
One corner of her mouth lifts.
Now I am torn between feeling horribly sorry for her and not wanting to be manipulated into massaging her Russian.
Dahlia Fury
‘I do want to help, Stella, but I can’t. I’m not qualified. I wouldn’t know what to do or say to someone like that.
Stella
You don’t even have to talk to him. He never says a word. Just comes in and lies there, and after I’ve finished, I turn down the lights and leave. He doesn’t even lift up his head to say goodbye.
Ugh, sounds like a horrible man. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach
Dahlia Fury
. ‘I think this is a really bad idea,
I say, but my voice is weak. Both of us know that she has won.
Stella
Yes, you can. It’s a plain massage. Nothing fancy. Just basic moves. You could do it with your eyes closed. All you have to remember is that he likes it hard.
I stare at her indecisively.
Stella
Remember three months of no cleaning.
Stella
Oh, thank you. Thank you. I promise you’ll never regret it. I owe you one.
Dahlia Fury
I’m already regretting it
Stella
Come on. Let’s get you into one of my uniforms
We go into her room and I take my T-shirt off and slip into her white uniform. It has a black collar and black buttons all the way down, but because my bo.obs are so much bigger than hers I cannot button all the way.
Her head disappears into her closet. She comes out with a scarf, hooks it around the back of my neck and tucks it into the front of her uniform.
I look at myself in the mirror.
Dahlia Fury
‘I really don’t know about this, Stella
Stella
Are you kidding? You absolutely look the part
Dahlia Fury
Are you mad? This uniform is too ti.ght.
Stella
No, no, you look great
she says quickly and bundles me out of her room.
Stella
Look, you best get going or you’ll be late. The car will be here anytime now
She grabs my handbag from the dining table, presses it into my hands and practically pushes me out of the front door. Holding on to my elbow she rushes me down the corridor.
Dahlia Fury
Does he even know that I’m going in your place?
Stella
Not yet. Noah’s phone was engaged, but I’ll call again in a bit
We go into the lift together and as she said, there is a black Mercedes with tinted windows waiting outside. She opens the back door and manhandles me into it.
she calls cheerily as she closes the door with a thick click.
The driver glances at me in the mirror.
driver
‘You all right, Miss?’
Dahlia Fury
Yeah, I’m all right
I say with a sigh. Looks like I’m massaging the man Stella is in love with
Episode 3
Hey, I heard you are a wild one, wild one, wild one.
The Mafia boss’s house is in Park Lane. A dour, deeply tanned man in a black suit and a white shirt opens the door and raises his eyebrows. He is wearing an earpiece. Noah, presumably, and obviously Stella never managed to get him on the phone.
Dahlia Fury
Stella can’t make it. I’m taking her place,’
Noah
We do body searches on people we don’t know,
he says, his eyes travelling down my length.
Dahlia Fury
The fu.ck you are,’
Noah
‘I like you. You’ve got balls.
His grin widens. He’s got good strong teeth.
Noah
If you’ve got a weapon hidden in that tig.ht dress you deserve to kill him
Dahlia Fury
It’s a uniform
I look at him with raised eyebrows
I step into the mansion, he closes the door, and I follow him into the Mafia Don’s residence. What can I say? Wow? Crime really does pay. Yeah, must be nice to have so much. Polished granite, marble columns, fantastic lighting, touches of platinum, sleek black leather trimmings. Nope, not my thing, nevertheless very, very impressive in a cold, masculine sort of way.
He takes me down a curving staircase that appears to go down at least another three floors into the ground. I have heard of such houses. There are more floors underground than above ground. He stops after the second flight of stairs and walking down a corridor, opens the door to what looks like a dimly lit massage room.
He flicks his wrist, looks at his watch, and says
Noah
He’ll be with you in five minutes
Noah
Then he winks and disappears. I look around the room. Opera music is being piped in through hidden speakers, and it is wonderfully warm. I walk towards the massage table. All the different oils are in a kind of bain-marie on a trolley next to it.
Sh.it. Suddenly I feel really nervous.
I’ve never massaged anyone other than Stella and my sister. I take a deep breath. No, I can do this. I will tell my grandchildren about the day I massaged a Russian Mafia boss. I smile to myself. I pick up a bottle of oil. I twist the cap and smell it. Oooo… lavender, musk and something else … Rosemary?
I pour some on my palm and rub my hands together. The smell surrounds me. Very nice. I adjust my clothes. I know exactly why the black suit had been staring at me. The uniform is way too tight. I hear a sound outside the door and quickly put my hands to my sides and look towards it.
The door opens and this huge mountain of a man with a small towel slung around his hi.ps comes in
Whoa! I inhale in slow motion. Jesus! No wonder Stella is all tied up in knots. He exudes pure se.xual energy.
Let me describe him to you. The first thing that hits me after his height and breadth are his incredible tattoos. They cover his body and they are not an untidy collection of random images, but each one subtly connected to the others
For example; an angel smiles at a tiger tearing into an impala, above their heads are intricate images of stars, demons and other strange creatures. On his shoulder a cobra hisses dangerously, its mouth open and hood flared.
The next thing that floors you are his eyes. You know those crazy drawings of Nordic aliens, with their hypnotizing ice-blue eyes? That’s what his are like. Piercing and magnetic. Sh.it. I can’t stop staring. Those crazy eyes slide over me, lingering on my bre.asts, and then pulling back, and narrowing on my face.
I want to smile, but I am frozen
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Where is …?
He makes a rolling motion with his big, powerful hand. Stella was right; after six months, twice a week, she has not even registered enough for him to even remember her name
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
‘Where is … Stella?
he asks quietly. His voice is deep and the accent is strong and actually extremely se.xy.
I open my mouth to speak, and nothing comes out. I clear my throat
Dahlia Fury
She couldn’t make it. I’m here to take her place
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Ok
and going to the massage table lies on it face down.
I gaze at the splendid body, the muscles gleaming in the dim room, and think of Stella. God, I’m not surprised she’s fallen for him. I can feel my blood throbbing in my veins. I want to touch him. My des.ire is so strong it’s as unsettling as a fingernail on a blackboard. It sets my teeth on edge. It’s almost like making love. I feel hot and exc.ited.
My face feels flu.shed and I pray he hasn’t noticed my hesitation. I take a deep breath. Right. Swedish. Make it hard, Stella is saying in my head.
A light sheen of sweat starts on my body. I wipe my brow with the back of my forearm. I flex my fingers and move forward.
I pick up the oil that has been warming in the hot water. Jesus, suddenly the smell of oil feels too musky and ero.tic
I gaze at his sinewy neck and feel the hair at the back of my own rise. He is like an animal, a big cat. Sleek and dangerous. I put the musky oil back down and pick up a random bottle.
I pour the warm, lemon scented golden oil on the plateau at the base of his spine. I watch it pool. Then I take a deep breath and open the massage with a long, slow stroke. He doesn’t react. I shift my hands down to the two mounds of the gluteal muscles. They are firm, strong and tig.ht … and bul.ging insolently.
Make it hard. He likes it hard.
I dig down and get to work, careful not to make the mistakes that amateurs make – work too fast. My breathing rate increases, but the man does nothing. Just lies there silently. I move to the front of him, grab his shoulders and push down his back with my thumbs and finger pads.
My hands roll back. It is almost hypnotic to feel my palms sliding down the tatted skin, and feel the strong muscles underneath move.
By now sweat is running down my back. I am so caught up in the job I do not see his hands move, but they are, without warning, cu.pping my but.tocks.
I freeze, more in shock than anything else.
Dahlia Fury
What the he.ll do you think you’re doing?
He lifts his head and looks at me with those wic.ked eyes. The light shines directly on his face. Vaguely, I register a white scar that starts at the edge of one eye and runs down the side of his face.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
I figured since you are not a real masseuse you were a ho.oker
Dahlia Fury
What gave you that crazy impression?
I demand, outraged. How dare he?
His eyes slide down to my bre.asts. I look down. The scarf is dislodged and my bre.asts are practically spilling out of my uniform. My ears burn as I pull the scarf upwards and clutch it against my che.st.
Dahlia Fury
Well, I’m not a pro.stitute
His reaction is swift and smooth. He rolls to his side and lands lightly on his feet like a cat, with grace and lightness unexpected for someone his size.
Do Mafia kingpins receive some kind of stealth training?
His co.ck is massive and fully er.ect. Nak.ed and utterly una.sh.amed of his body, he takes a step towards me.
Shocked and a little frightened I take a step back, but the wall pulls me up short. He stops a foot away from me, and leaning forward, his palms land on either side of me.
I gaze at him with wide eyes.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Then why did you massage me like that?
The breath escapes me in a rush
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Like you want to taste my co.ck
Dahlia Fury
‘I didn’t. I don’t
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Then why are you fu.cking w.et?
he asks softly. His eyes drop to my mouth.
His hands leave the wall and grab my hi.ps
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Do you want me to make a liar out of you?
Dahlia Fury
Don’t touch me,
He pulls me towards his nak.ed body until his rock hard co.ck twitches against my be.lly.
A strange languor overtakes me, and I am suddenly struck by the de.sire to submit. To let him have his way. To let him fu.ck me hard. Because I know it will be a hard fu.ck. Yes, I’d be just a nameless fu.ck, and yes, there will be the walk of sha.me afterwards, but I can live with all of that. The thing that stops me is the thought of facing Stella.
He laughs, a humorless, cold laugh.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Is that a challenge or a fu.cking invitation?’
Dahlia Fury
It's a fu.cking warning
Ignoring my fury, he runs his fingers along my inner th.igh
Dahlia Fury
Let go of me or I’ll scream
Dahlia Fury
His eyes light up. They are like the underside of certain fish, silvery blue. He lets go of my hi.ps. One of his hands comes up to my face. He drags his thumb along my lower lip while I stare up at him, mesmerized by the nak.ed lust in his eyes. The fingers of his other hand arrive at the ap.ex of my thi.ghs.
He brushes his fingers along the cro.tch of my pan.ties. There is no expression at all in his face when he finds them soaking w.et. Without a word he pushes the material aside and inserts a long finger into me.
Holy fu.ck. My bo.dy starts trembling.
Dahlia Fury
Don’t. I don’t want you to
I order, but even I can hear how weak my voice sounds. My brain is already thinking of his thi.ck gi.rth pou.nding merc.ilessly into me.
He withdraws the fi.nger and jams it back in.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
‘Don’t?’
Blood rushes to my head and pounds so hard I can’t even think.
Dahlia Fury
‘I … we … oh … ah … shouldn’t.
He doesn’t even bother to answer me. Just keeps up the steady finger fu.cking. I am so excited I feel as if I’m already at the point of no return. To my utter sh.ame and hum.iliation, my bo.dy shu.dders and I cli.max really hard all over his fin.ger.
He smiles, a condescending, triumphant smile.
Suddenly I feel sick at what I’ve just allowed him to do to me. Jesus, I’ve behaved like a che.ap sl.ut.
I can’t even look him in the eye. How could this have happened to me? He made me come with one fin.ger! And that digit is still inside me and my mus.cles are contracting helplessly around it.
Dahlia Fury
Take your finger out of me now
I say in a cold, hard voice.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Why? Are you ready for me to replace it with my co.ck?
I am so inflamed that it seems natural that he should bear the bru.nt of my fury. My right hand flies up towards his cheek. It never connects. Instead, a band of steel curls around my forearm
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Don’t ever do that again. I don’t like it
I try to wre.nch my hand out of his grasp, but it’s like someone has poured concrete around it. His impassive eyes watch my pu.ny struggles almost curiously. Like a child watching an insect it has caught before it pulls its wings off.
He cu.rls his fin.ger and starts stroking my in.side wa.lls, and I feel my bo.dy begin to respond to his manipulation. Oh no. I can’t allow him to take total control of my bo.dy again. I stare into his eyes.
I beg. My voice sounds strange and strangled.
One corner of his mouth lifts. It makes him look at once beautiful and cru.el. He pulls his finger out of me and releases my hand
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Fly away little bird
I feel so ash.amed tears start to burn my eyes. No man has ever reduced me to a feeling of such utter lack of worth. To him I am nothing but a se.xual object. A thing.
He thought I was offering myself, and he just helped himself even after I objected. Now he is just getting rid of me. My knees feel like je.lly.
I press my lips together and take a sideways step. Some part of my brain tries to make sense of what has just happened
It’s OK, you’ll never see him again. No one will ever know what happened here today. It’s just one of those inexplicable moments you have never experienced before. A powerful man totally floors an inexperienced idiot!
You know what, I can do the walk of sh.ame. So what? I take one step in the direction of the door and another step and then another step. I put my hand on the handle and his voice, like warm honey, pours into my ears.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Hey, if you ever need help or anything, anything at all, call me
I shouldn’t have responded. It would have been better, more dign.ified, to walk out the door without even an acknowledgement that he has spoken. Instead, I whirl around.
Dahlia Fury
If you think I need more of what you just dished out you are very much mistaken. You can take your arrogant offer and stuff it up your as.s.
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
‘The world is a dangerous place, rybka. You don’t know when you need a helping hand. It is better to have a friend than an enemy.’
I look at him sco.rnfully. A man like him could never be a friend of mine. He’s the exact opposite of me.
This man has ice water flowing in his veins. I nearly fainted once at a pearl farm when I found exactly how pearls are harvested. They cut through the fle.sh of the poor oyster and dig around in its flesh until they locate the pearl. Ugh! He is as unfeeling as those workmen.
Dahlia Fury
‘I wouldn’t come to you if you were the last fu.cking man on earth
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
One day you will come to me again and you will be eager for what I dish out
Dahlia Fury
You’ll die believing that
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
‘I made you co.me har.der than you’ve ever come using just one fin.ger. You’ll be back for more,’
I feel heat start climbing up my neck.
Dahlia Fury
You’re a real bas.tard, aren’t you?’
Zane/Aleksandr Malenkov
Like you wouldn’t believe
I shake my head with dis.gust. There is no way to win an argument with someone who cannot be made to feel ash.amed of their rude and arrogant ways. I open the door and walk out.
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