Making myself as presentable as possible I quickly dress without my underwear, which has suspiciously disappeared, and I make my way out of the room.I walk down the corridor and notice how insane this house is.It’s like stepping back in time with the masculine elegance of it, the marble, and the contrasting black and white tones.I get to a sweeping staircase and a guard at the front door looks up at me with what I can only describe as a creepy smile.
“Mr. Kozlov is waiting in the kitchen,” he says and points to the left. I just nod and wonder how much anyone heard last night. Clearly, from the smile on the guard’s face, we must have given a loud performance. I refuse to feel embarrassed. I need to get home and out of this situation.Hopefully Dima has had his fill and will just want to move onto the next person.
I hear voices in the kitchen that stop talking as I walk in; all eyes turn to me.Lev is sitting at the table with a large pot of coffee and two other guys. I’m not sure of their names but I have seen them around the club so assume they work for the brothers. They all look at me like they know something I don’t. Smug fuckers.
Lev breaks the silence. “Good morning, Seb. How are you feeling?” he asks with a head tilt and on the verge of laughter as if his question is funny as fuck.
So I decide to play along. I don’t want to piss anyone off, especially being in their home. I’m about to answer when strong arms circle my waist from behind me in the most possessive way. I don’t pull away but I am tempted to, especially with all the attention on me in the room and my confused feelings about what happened yesterday.
“You okay, baby?” Dima asks while rubbing his nose up and down the side of my neck below my ear. God, it feels amazing. I can feel myself sinking into his hold again before he asks, “Coffee?”
I pull away and turn my head to face him and nod gently.He walks over to the cabinet to get me a cup then sits at the table and pours me a coffee. “Don't be shy, beautiful, you can sit here.”
Here must mean his lap that he is patting like he is encouraging a dog to come to him.
I stare at him. Fuck that. I purposefully move to the chair next to him to sit instead. “I'm not your lapdog, D.”
My ass is midway to the chair when he grabs my wrist so fast I don't have time to react and the bastard pulls me down onto his lap. “Sit on my knee, and stop being bitchy about it. I told you you’re mine, and I will look after you as mine, now drink.”
I swallow sharply and find myself unsure of what to do. Everyone around the table is staring, clearly waiting for me to react. When I look at Lev, I expect him to be smiling, but instead, he looks deep in thought, staring between me and D with a slight frown like this is not usually how Dima behaves. I don't find that reassuring.But, with the hope that keeping my mouth shut and drinking my coffee quietly—you know, like the good boy I'm supposed to be—means that I can go home sooner, I resign myself. I need time to process this shit. My life decisions have taken a severe turn in the space of twenty-four hours.
“We will collect your things today. You will also break up with your fiancée and maybe we can look at a new role for you. I don’t think being at the bar is suitable anymore.”
Ok, now the anger builds its way into a murderous rage. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Has he totally lost his mind?
“Erm, no, that won't be happening. You will take me home where I will stay and then return to work tonight at the bar as usual. I’m not moving anywhere. I already dumped my fiancée yesterday by the way, and you don't get any say in what you think is suitable or not for me. That's final.”
I go to get up, but Dima grabs me in a hold. “Get out,” he orders, and I'm assuming I'm not included in that. His voice has lowered to an inhumane calmness. I guess I’m not going home yet. The guys leave, Lev glancing over his shoulder before he exits the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
Dima seems to have supernatural strength and is able to pull me up and painfully slam the front of my body over the table, spilling the coffee everywhere, cups smashing onto the floor. I now regret taunting him.
Was this the push he needed for the psycho to unleash?
He bends his entire body over mine. “Let’s get something straight, beautiful. If I say I want you here, then you stay here. No man of mine is working the bar with fuckers staring at him like he’s their favorite snack. I thought I’d been clear last night, or do you need me to remind you who's in control here? Is my pet looking for more attention? You never have to worry about that with me, baby. My attention is and will always be on you and only you.” He grabs my ass hard as he growls out that last word and grinds his cock up against my ass cheeks.
“D, you can’t do this, it isn’t normal. People get choices in relationships…unless I'm your prisoner?” I sigh, this is hopeless, so I decide to try and reason with him. “I need to go home and think. Look, I promise I’ll be in for work tonight, but I need some space. What happened last night was huge, not to mention it was with you. I need to process.”
“Space? Fuck that. There is plenty of space here. You’re not leaving me. You belong here. I think you need reminding.”
With force Dima undoes my jeans and pulls them down so hard my cock catches on the end of the material. My cock is both eager and rock-hard. Oh God, what's he doing?
He pulls back slightly and spreads my cheeks, the ones that I'm clenching like my life depends on it with anticipation. He spits down onto my crack, then pulls one of my arms behind my back, holding it in a tight grip and using his body weight to keep me facedown over the table while his other hand moves. His rough finger rubs over my hole.
“Time for that reminder, Beautiful. Hold on.”
With brutal force, he thrusts his finger deep into my ass. Fucking hell it hurts, likereallyhurts. I’m trying to pull away from the burn, but he increases the pace of his finger pounding in and out of me. The pain brings a feeling of pleasure, which I was not expecting and of course since I am his slut again, I can’t hold back the wail of gratification that comes from me.
“Look at that, my little pet likes a little pain with his pleasure.” He shoves a second finger in and the pain turns into an explosive sensation of euphoria in my ass.
I can feel myself tighten around his fingers. It's a strange feeling. I want it harder and want him to stop at the same time. But the feeling that I want to cum is the most overwhelming. I try to move my free hand to rub my cock, but he stops me.
“Uh uh. You wanna come, beautiful, then you hold onto the table and don't move. Can you behave for me?”
“Yes,” I say on a gasp as he removes his fingers and lets go of my wrist. I immediately grab the end of the table with both hands in front of me.I hear him spit into his hand, which then grabs my dick and he squeezes hard while at the same time, pushing one finger back into my ass.The extreme feelings of pain on my dick and in my ass at the same time are mind blowing and he starts to jack me off with quick rubs. There’s more rutting of his finger in and out of my ass before finding my prostate and rubbing it with heavy pressure. Jesus, how have I gone this long in life without knowing about the magic button in my butt?
“Dimaaaa, I’m going to cum!” I cry. He stops. “What…why have you stopped?”
He leans over and says, “I’ll agree to you working at the bar, for now, but after I make you cum, you will go home, get your shit and bring it to work. Or, you get no orgasm and I'll have you locked up in our holding pen. Deal?”
