by Ivy Clyde
Tommy shook his head. His lips trembled but no sound came out. If the man was this scared when Victor read out his crimes, what would he do when I started cutting him up?
“Who did you tell, Tommy?” Victor asked in that soft, gentle tone.
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t waste my time by lying,” said Victor, injecting command into his cold tone.
Tommy sobbed. “I didn’t—I’d never do that—I’ll always be loyal to you—”
Victor grabbed Tommy’s hair and pulled his head back. “Is that why you’ve been selling to the Sullivan brothers?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”
“I have photos of you snorting crack with them,” said Victor. Reaching inside his jacket, he threw a stack of photographs at Tommy. Some of them landed at my feet.
Bending down, I picked them up. They all showed Tommy with two ruggedly handsome older men. A naked woman was poised between each of their knees. They were clearly getting blowjobs and having the time of their life.
“Please don’t kill me,” Tommy blurted through the shuddering sobs. “Please, don’t. They forced me to sell to them.”
“So, you’re more fearful of them than me?” A cold chuckle escaped Victor. “Is that it?” Straightening up, Victor ran his fingers through his hair. “This won’t do. This won’t do at all. I can’t allow such insubordination.” Turning around, he faced Tommy. “It’s your lucky day, Tommy,” he said in a gentle tone. “I won’t kill you today.”
“R-really, Master Sokolov?”
“Oh, yes,” Victor said. “You’re going to be a living example of what happens to people who steal from me.” Victor suddenly turned his head toward me. “What’s the punishment for such a deed, Danny?”
I swallowed so my voice won’t tremble. “Take the hands away that steal from you,” I said slowly.
“Very good, Danny.” He was speaking to me in the same tone he used on Ginger when she was being good. I was just his pet right now.
“P-please, Master Sokolov,” sobbed Tommy. “Please, no.”
Victor turned around to look at him. “You told me not to kill you, Tommy. And, I won’t.” Gesturing toward me, he said, “Come forward, Danny.”
I obeyed, stepping next to him.
“Get rid of his fingers one by one,” said Victor in a steady, clear voice. “You may use this.” He handed me a tool that resembled a clipper.
I wiped my mind of all thoughts as I bent down before Tommy.
“Please, no! Please, don’t!” Tommy struggled against his restraints as I held down his right wrist. “Don’t! No! please!”
The five other men shifted in the background but stayed silent. My gloved fingers tightened over the clipper as I concentrated all my focus on Tommy’s knuckles.
Tommy’s cries were now a distant echo in my head as I lifted his pinkie.
My heart hammered in my chest as I used the clipper on the finger. The tool was sharp and well-maintained for it cut through skin, flesh, and bone in one go.
My own body trembled but I kept going, clipping away each of his fingers and leaving nothing but blood stumps in my wake.
“Good job, Danny,” said Victor in an oddly affectionate voice when I was done with all ten fingers. The cut-off stubs littered the ground at my feet.
I didn’t dare open my mouth, scared I’d hurl right there.
Victor’s hand squeezed my shoulder hard.
A shuddering breath left me. I stood up and looked down at the sobbing man before me. He was crying and babbling uncontrollably while blood dribbled from the stumps of his fingerless hands.
“Did you give up the formula to the Sullivans?” Victor asked.
“Yes!” Tommy screamed, his eyes so wide I thought they’d pop out. “I fucking gave them the formula. Let them kill me! I can’t fucking live like this.”
Victor grinned but the sight froze my insides.
“What do we do to those who tell out secrets?” asked Victor.
His thugs stayed quiet. It looked like it was up to me to answer once again. “Cut their tongue away,” I answered like the most dutiful, sincere student in a classroom.
“You shouldn’t have betrayed me like this Tommy,” said Victor in a grim tone. “You didn’t just steal money from me. You destroyed my fucking business. This was something I set up on my own, you know? Dad told me shit like this would happen, that someone will steal the formula and I’d lose the business, but I never expected the thief to come from our own gang. You’ve truly disappointed me, Tommy.”
“I am sorry,” Tommy shouted through his sobs. “Okay? I’m sorry! Please, just stop this now.” He broke down and once again tried to pathetically break through his restraints.
“Hold his head for me, Danny,” said Victor. “Stand behind him so you don’t ruin your suit.”
I gave a nod and stepped behind the chair. At least, I wouldn’t have to directly look into the man’s face as Victor chopped off his tongue.
“Open up wide,” crooned Victor as he held onto Tommy’s chin.
Tommy shook his head wildly.
Before I could prepare myself, Victor’s fist punched Tommy’s face. I felt the impact on my hands too. Our captive groaned and Victor took the opportunity to pull out his tongue.
I held his head in a tight grip as Victor flicked open his butterfly knife. The blade glinted in the dim light of the slaughterhouse before flashing like a streak of lightning as Victor swiped it against Tommy’s tongue.
A streak of blood spurted out, spraying Victor’s marble-white face with crimson splatters. A howl tore through Tommy’s open mouth.
I let go of his head and stepped away.
Victor stood there cleaning the blade while Tommy screamed and cried.
To my surprise, I was oddly calm. My stomach didn’t heave even though I could feel the bitter tang of bile at the back of my throat.
I looked toward Tommy, hoping to feel a glimmer of sympathy for the torn man.
There was none.
Tommy Regio brought this on himself. He knew the consequences of getting caught selling Victor’s drugs to some other dealer and keeping all the profits for himself without sharing. He should feel lucky Victor handled this. Ivan Sokolov would have simply had him shot in the head.
The cop inside me felt horrified at my thoughts.
Had Victor finally broken me and rebuilt me in his image?
29
Danica
I stood in the corner while two of Victor’s men dragged Tommy out of the warehouse. The other three started cleaning the blood and finger stubs on the floor. Unlike last time, we hadn’t made a big mess.
It took a surprisingly short amount of time for them to clear everything up. The smell of cleaning agents pierced through the stale meat smell of the space.
There was no way the department would get any evidence from this place. Victor’s cleaning crew was exceptionally meticulous when it came to wiping away all traces of the torture and butchery that went on here.
“You barely got any mess on you,” Victor said in a low voice.
I took out a handkerchief from inside my jacket and bunched it up in my hand. “The same can’t be said for you,” I said with a low smile. Wetting the cloth with the tip of my tongue, I started wiping the crimson stains from his cheek.
Victor’s gaze was fixed on me as I took the time to clean every speck of blood from his skin. He suddenly thrust his hips forward, slamming something hard against my belly.
I stared up at him with widened eyes.
Victor Sokolov was hard as a rock.
I felt confused for a moment but then realized it wasn’t my cleaning act that got him hard. He’d been aroused since earlier.
He got aroused from the torture, I realized with a start.
“I want you,” he said, pressing his lump against me.
“We can leave now,” I said.
“No,” he said with a deep, breathless groan. “I need you now.”
“Here?”
Victor raised his head to glance down at me. Captured in his intense gaze, I couldn’t hide the shock in my widened eyes.
Leaning in, he pressed his mouth against the side of my neck. His teeth nibbled and pulled at the skin there while his lips left kisses to soothe the sting.
My body shivered against his.
“Victor,” I moaned as his hands traced the curves of my body. It was a weak plea for him to stop.
He pressed our bodies together and kissed me with such ferocity I forgot where we were standing. My mind was lost to the heat and pleasure while his hands wrenched my clothes away from my body.
Soon, it wasn’t just him pulling my trousers down my hips. My own hands were quickly unbuttoning my shirt.
I shivered as the cold air skimmed over my naked skin.
“Doll,” he said in a deep, husky voice as he took off my chest binders. His hands moved over my breasts, the flat of my stomach, and down between my thighs—making me gasp.
My gaze met his. His dark hair was still perfectly combed and his lips were curved in a devilish grin that made my chest tighten. Victor Sokolov was a monster but he was beautiful.
He was a beautiful demon sent to destroy me...
I had no idea what he’d do to me when he found the truth about me being a cop, but this wasn’t the time to think about it...
Victor kissed my mouth and then trailed his lips down my chin, neck, and the tops of my breasts.
His lips were warm against my cold, sensitized skin, making it feel incredible. My hands moved to push his jacket away but he stopped me.
Without warning, he spun me around. Before I could stumble, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him securely.
“I need you to be my doll right now,” he growled from behind me, cupping my pussy with his hand.
A moan escaped me as his palm ground against my sex.
“Don’t move,” he said, suddenly letting me go.
I shivered without his body to warm me. My arms crossed over my bare breasts as I waited for him. I didn’t even dare turn around to see what he was doing.
I heard his footsteps coming back toward me. A coil of rope was wound around his hand.
Taking my wrists, he started binding them with the cord.
“What are you doing, Victor?” I asked as panic flared through my chest.
“Sshh,” he whispered against my ear. “I will take care of you, my doll.”
Doll...I exhaled a shuddering breath, knowing he was in the mood to play, but this time, he wanted to be the one to bind me and dominate over me.
My panic slowly drained away.
For some insane reason, I no longer felt scared. No. It wasn’t just my heart that was beating fast. My pussy was thrumming too, throbbing with the same intensity as my heartbeats.
Victor forced my arms over my head and tied the end of the rope to a meat hook dangling from the ceiling. Excitement and adrenaline flooded my body, making me hyperaware of the rope’s roughness against my skin and the feel of his hot palms against my body.
Victor’s gaze took in my naked body strung up before him. There was pure appreciation in his eyes, like he was admiring a piece of artwork in a posh gallery. He walked behind me and positioned himself there.
My body shivered with anticipation.
Next moment, his palm struck my ass. The smack resounded in the quiet warehouse, echoing in every corner.
I gasped out from the sudden slap but my core pulsed from the sharp sting of pain. Heat flared through me, and every muscle in my body tightened.
How could something so depraved feel so good?
He spanked me again, and I yelped, my body jerking at the impact.
Heat and pain flared through my skin in equal measures, but it also heightened the throbbing in my core.
I wanted to reach down and touch my pussy but couldn’t.
“Victor...” I moaned with need.
“I want you to feel the same torture as me,” he said in a grim tone. “You still have no idea what happens to me when I see you beat the crap out of someone or cut them up. You’re doing that shit for me but I can tell you hate it. Your eyes and face have an innocence about them even when you’re carrying out my orders. I fucking can’t stand it sometimes.”
My eyes widened, realizing just how much he could see through me. Victor had no idea how close he was to the truth.
Victor’s hands roamed all over my body while his mouth kissed and nibbled the skin of my shoulder. My nipples hardened into rigid nubs. The cold air and the sharp sting on my ass were heightening my arousal. My pussy pulsed with need.
“I want to fucking bite and tear into you, Doll,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Do you have any idea what it takes to stop myself?” Victor pressed his hardened erection to my ass, driving me insane with need.
“I want you inside me, Victor,” I said breathlessly.
Victor leaned in, his breath hot against the side of my ear. “Beg me.”
“Please, Mister,” I said. “I need you.”
His hand smacked my butt again, hard.
“Tell me exactly how what you want and how you want it.”
I gasped as his hand caressed the swell of my ass. “I want your cock to fuck me,” I said with a low groan. “Please, Victor.”
“Should we wait until we get back to the penthouse?”
I nearly wept from that reply. He was fucking teasing me right now. I swallowed and shook my head. “No,” I said, struggling to keep my voice even. “I want you here. Right now.”
Victor placed his hands on my ass. For a moment, I thought he’d spank me again but he surprised me by pulling apart my ass cheeks and dropping to his knees behind me.
“Oh, Victor,” I moaned, pulling on my restraints. The rope chafed against my wrist, reminding me how helpless I was at the moment.
His hot tongue met with the top crevasse of my buttocks and trailed down to my asshole. I tensed as he circled my hole, dipping inside briefly, before moving lower.
No man had ever done this to me.
I couldn’t pretend I didn’t like it, but was still relieved when his mouth moved lower to lick between my folds. His teeth gently nipped my pussy lips, making my hips push back against his face.
I groaned, feeling every nerve ending humming with pleasure.
My mind was highly alert to the feel of his wet, hot mouth on my pussy but it also felt blissfully free of all thoughts and concerns.
Victor Sokolov was no different from the cocaine he forced between my lips yesterday. I was becoming addicted to the way he made me feel when we were together.
And just like the drugs and alcohol, I knew he was bad for me, but I couldn’t stop myself from craving him.
My body was tightening with the build-up of a massive orgasm. Victor seemed to sense it too because he stopped lapping at my folds.
It was maddening but insanely hot at the same time to hand over my body to him, to make him solely responsible for my pleasure.
My hands itched to touch him too but I couldn’t.
Victor straightened up and next moment, I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. He pressed his body against my back and pushed his cock between my legs.
I was already wet and dripping, swollen, and ready for him. He grabbed my ass cheeks, and with one long stroke, he impaled me with his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he slipped deeper inside me.
He stretched me wide and was so deep, my head swam with pleasure.
My clit throbbed hard as his bare hand spanned the front of my pussy, putting pressure on my nub, while making sure he had my hips at a good angle to allow him to drive deep.
He moved slowly at first, drawing out of me and slamming back in.
I felt every inch of him sliding between my pussy lips and then ramming into my channel, balls deep. Each penetration shoved me forward but he kept me steady on my feet by wrapping an arm around my waist.
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nbsp; He lowered his mouth on my shoulder, his teeth digging into my skin. My thighs trembled but my core tightened.
His fingers pressed against my clit, making my eyes roll with pleasure.
I sucked in lungfuls of the cold, dry air as sweat beaded on my forehead and neck.
His movements grew harder and faster, his hips slapping against my tender ass cheeks. My climax knotted inside me, gathering force.
A final circle on my clit was enough to make me break. My core pulsed and rippled around his cock, pleasure bursting like fireworks behind my eyelids, as I squeezed my eyes shut.
Every muscle in my body grew taut as the pleasure rode through me, over and over, and I had no control over the sounds coming from my mouth.
“Ah, fuck, Doll,” Victor groaned from behind me as he rammed deep inside me. His fingers dug into my hips as he shattered completely, filling me with burst after burst of his white-hot seeds. He jerked a couple of times, little aftershocks of his orgasm that I could feel against my inner walls.
I came down from my high, panting and gasping, my head spinning, as my senses slowly tumbled back to earth.
My head lolled back on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and held me against him.
He gently pulled out of me, leaving a thick stream of his semen to run down my inner thigh. My period was due soon, so I knew I’d be fine but I had to get on pills immediately to stop any accidents from happening.
Victor’s hands fumbled with the rope around my wrists. They loosened and came free, allowing me to turn around to face him.
Victor’s dark hair was plastered against his sweaty forehead, a deep crimson stained his cheeks and his eyes glowed with an inner fire.
He folded his arms around me, letting me press my forehead against his smooth, damp chest.
A day would come when I’d have to give him up. The thought made me want to reach inside my chest and rip out my heart. I swallowed the sob choking my throat as I held him tight.
