He walks over to me and leans down to brush a kiss onto my sweaty forehead, which drips off me in beads from all this hostage foreplay. I must look like a bitch in heat.
“Be a good pet while I'm gone,” he says with the dirtiest smirk and wink I've ever seen, and then turns and just … leaves.
Leaves me naked and spread out like a buffet on his bed,closing the door quietly behind him.I try to sit up, but every movement causes a tingling but frustrating pleasure.An internal itch that I need to rub.I need to fucking cum, so to distract myself, I think of ways to kill the smug asshole, preferably with a twelve inch dildo.
CHAPTER 8 - DIMA
Closingmybedroomdoor,I feel a sense of excitement that my pet is finally in my bed. We can ignore that it's against his will, that's just semantics. He wants to be here.
I'm not dumb or fucking blind, but it fills me with happiness, an emotion I have rarely felt through my twenty-nine years of life. It was his day off today so it was the perfect opportunity to bring him home to where he should be. I had one of my guards following him this morning, waiting to strike.It all worked out perfectly. We only gave him a mild sedative. It won't cause any damage.After I had him brought to my bed, I immediately wanted him tied to it, so, of course, it made common sense to strip him down. He needs to know who he is now, and I had to get that message across, and I think by the time I return home, it will be something he will start to accept.
“So, you finally have your toy, brother?” Lev points out with his lips tilting into an almost smile.
“He is not my toy. I’ve already told you this, brother. He is mine. He just hasn’t had time to accept it yet.”
“What about his girl? Thought you’d have more sense than to get involved in that kinda shit. It’s a fuck up waiting to happen, and we don’t need the attention,” he mildly scolds.
I know he is right, but I am willing to go to extremes to have Seb completely.
“It's a non-issue. Worst case, we can make her disappear.”
I can’t help the grin that rises from my face. Katie is your first-class spoiled and whiney bitch who spends her time making her fiancé’s life hell while trying to fuck every guy she meets, one of which was my brother. I’m not sure if Seb is aware of his whore of a partner's ways, but I have no problem blowing that relationship up. There are no limits I won’t go to for him.
“Well, just be careful. Anyway, where are we off to? I thought we weren’t going to the club today?”
I bark out a laugh. “Seb needs to be taught a lesson, so, while he waits for me, and I wait for him to break, I can get some shit done.”
My brother smiles. We are not your normal guys. I can admit we don't conform to the norm, we don’t give a shit about how others feel, and we don’t feel guilt. We just crave the chase and the reward. We crave violence and control.
Half an hour later, we arrive at Desire, our strip joint. I used to spend a lot of time here but find the entertainment far more appealing nowadays at Starlight, thanks to a certain feisty barman. Obviously, the clubs are also our cover for dealing and putting through our dirty money to keep it coming out clean. We worked fucking hard to get out of the shit we grew up in, the children of Russian immigrants that came to the US only to join the underbelly of drugs and violence. Yes, it may not be moral to some and certainly not legal, but we’re rich as fuck. We control the town’s drug trade, and we can have any girl or guy we want. We’re feared and respected. It's pretty fucking perfect.
Now, things have changed, and I only want one guy, my pet, Seb. After seeing him a month ago on his first night dressed in his tight-as-hell black trousers with that deep red pretentious waistcoat that the staff wear. I wanted to dirty him up and lick him clean. The obsession and need to have him is fully in my blood now, and it's in my nature to be possessive. It’s a new level of possessiveness for me that I have not felt before. It doesn’t scare me but it probably should scare Seb. I’m not a good man and I have no limits in place when it comes to protecting and keeping what’s mine. Seb now falls under my wing and I don't see that ending.
Fuck, my dick gets hard thinking about him tied to my bed. I bet the poor guy has almost passed out with his ass stuffed.He is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen and I am desperate to eat him all up.
His messy black hair that’s always falling in his eyes, and his tall body with all the lithe muscles. His complexion is a beautiful olive tone, all smooth, with the addition of some stunning ink that covers both forearms.Those piercing blue eyes that question everything they watch, always a glint of curiosity in them. I noticed that curiosity was mostly about me.Behind the bar, he thought he could hide the long glances, the way he always watched my mouth when I spoke. His perusal of my body when I entered the room. I don’t think he realized he was doing it. He may think he is straight, but I know that's bullshit and it's freaking him out.
But he will learn that when I’m fucking that tight little body into the mattress, he belongs to me, just as much as my cock belongs in that bouncy ass. It’s an ass the Kardashians should be jealous of. I rub my hand over my face and let out the breath I'm holding, shit, I need to stop thinking about him, otherwise I’ll cave and go back. I'll give it another hour. Maybe. Make sure my little slut is needy for me.
He doesn’t realize it yet, but his life is going to change forever. He will be my man, by my side running this shit, I’ll make fucking sure of it.He will die before I let him go. I will carve my name into his skin so he remembers he can never escape me now. He is trapped in our hell for eternity.
I turn towards our office and guide my brother in and sit around our large mahogany desk so we are facing each other.
“So, brother, updates on where we are at the club so I can get home to play with my pet?” The excitement in my stomach makes it hard to hear Lev. I wonder if he has lost himself yet, and I imagine that body under me. Christ, I have to hold myself from groaning. This has gotten out of hand, but I wouldn't change it.
I’m the Devil, and Seb is the sacrificial lamb.
CHAPTER 9 - SEB
I'mexhausted.Ihaveno idea how long Dima has been gone but I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack.I'm sweating, panting, my ass is throbbing, my dick hasn’t gone down and its head is angry looking with a stream of pre-cum running down my shaft. It feels like it's looking at me,judging me.I laugh to myself. I am losing my mind if I think my dick is talking to me. Did he drug me again?
I don’t even know what time it is, or day… have I missed my shift at the bar? Then I remember it’s my day off.
Since I kicked Katie to the curb last night, I won’t even have her to notice that I haven’t come home, which means no one is coming to save me. That’s just fucking great.
I let my thoughts get away from me and realize Dima has opened up a wet dream for me I never knew I wanted. When I first met him on my shift at Starlight, I couldn't look away from him, too nervous and confused. This tall muscular guy with deeply tanned skin, those intense eyes, a short and perfectly shaped beard around the plumpest lips I have ever seen on a guy.He is danger personified; it radiates off him. He exudes arrogant confidence and everyone with a beating heart wants him or wants to be him.
A loud slam breaks the silence as from somewhere, a door opens andheavy footsteps that are almost running, land outside the bedroom. My heart rate picks up. He’s here. I know it’s him. Oh God, is he gonna fuck me? I groan at the thought. I'm so turned on and angry and that my dick clearly loves it.
