by Red Phoenix
I strip off my shirt and take my cat o’ nines out of my bag.
I look down at my ’nines, smiling. Tonight, she is going to make many subs very happy.
I start swinging her in the air, warming up the muscles that will be well used for this scene.
“First, I must remind you of her bite,” I tell them. Going down the line, I deliver a demanding lash that causes each of the subs to cry out at the power behind the stroke.
Now that I have reacquainted them with her bite, I will let six of them wait in anticipation as I concentrate on the girl in front of me.
“Stand on your toes,” I command.
She readjusts her position, standing on tiptoes, giving her legs an even more appealing look. However, the purpose is to force her to concentrate on two things at once—the challenging lashes from my ’nines, as well as staying in the position I’ve commanded.
Zaika has asked for a level eight in intensity, so I deliver it to her, the first three strokes hitting that note before I change things up, varying the power of my stokes to keep her guessing. The tone of her cries changes from pain to pleasure as she enters subspace.
When I pause to check her, she lets out a disappointed whimper.
Moving up to her, I reach between her legs and find her wet. I run my fingers over her clit, feeling her body tremble as she lets out a series of soft moans.
“Do you want me, zaika?” I growl in her ear.
“Da, Rytsar,” she pants.
I kiss her on the cheek and move to the next sub.
Playing with each of them in this same way, I bring them into subspace but leave them desperate for more. My muscles ache from the effort, but I am well pleased as I stand back. I have seven subs dripping wet, flying in subspace, and greedy for a cock to claim them.
I turn to the Dominants who offered their subs to me and tell them to partake.
With great satisfaction, I watch each couple give into their carnal desire, fucking as they cry out in pleasure, their bodies becoming one.
I did this…
Looking around the dungeon, I notice a lone woman hiding behind a St Andrew’s cross. I ask Ivanov about her and learn that she is a distant relative of his just recently introduced to the BDSM world.
“Would you be opposed if I interacted with her?”
His eyes flicker with unexpected concern. “She is new to this and was not brought up as we were.”
I smile, clapping him hard on the back. “I can be as gentle as I can be harsh.”
Ivanov stares at me before nodding his approval.
As I walk over to the woman, I begin assessing her. She looks to be almost twenty years my senior, but I’ve found when it comes to sexual encounters, age has little relevance. It’s a woman’s inner confidence that I respond to.
Her blonde hair falls softly around her shoulders, but it’s her kissable red lips that draw my attention. When she sees me approaching, she instantly falls to her knees with her head bowed.
“Do you want to be here?” I ask her.
She looks up at me with big brown eyes, clearly surprised by the question, then immediately averts her gaze, knowing she’s just broken protocol.
“Yes,” she answers meekly like a scared little mouse.
It brings out my protective side and I ask, “Why have you come?”
She lets out a soft sigh, keeping her eyes down. “I want more than I’ve experienced.”
I gesture toward the expansive dungeon. “Is this what you really want?”
She nods. “I do, but…”
“But…what?” I lean down to lift her chin so her gaze meets mine.
“I don’t know if I can handle it,” she whispers.
“I appreciate the honesty,” I tell her, then ask, “Would you like to test that out?”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise.
“We can retire, away from prying eyes,” I tell her.
I notice that she swallows hard but says nothing.
“Are you afraid of me?”
Her face reddens and her hands tremble a little but she nods yes.
I smirk. “You should be.”
To ease her mind, I decide to make an unusual offer for a Dom at this dungeon. “I will give you power tonight in the form of a safeword.”
I can tell she is unfamiliar with the idea, so I answer her unspoken question. “You call out the word ‘red’ and I will stop, no questions asked.”
She shakes her head, sounding concerned. “Is such a thing done here?”
“As your Master for the scene, what I say is all that matters to you.”
I see a slight smile flit across her lips.
“You may fear me, but do you trust me?” I ask, holding my hand out to her.
I am gratified when she takes it and stands up. It is obvious she is not yet comfortable with her body by the way she hunches her shoulders, so I tell her, “Straighten your back and present yourself confidently to the world.”
She immediately stands taller, but remembers to keep her eyes on the ground. I grunt my approval at the difference that simple change makes. “A Dominant is attracted to confidence. Never forget that.”
“Yes, Master.”
“My name is Rytsar.”
She smiles and I question her, “What is amusing?”
“Nothing,” she apologizes. “I was simply thinking you are a rytsar to me.”
I chuckle lightly as I guide her out of the dungeon saying, “One person’s knight is another man’s nightmare.”
She squeezes my hand, keeping that confident stance as she walks. Ivanov looks at me appreciatively as he opens the door and offers any of his rooms to use.
I decide to take her to the library. The room is impressive, with a huge collection of books that cover every wall except one. That last wall has an impressive floor-to-ceiling fireplace instead, which is already crackling with a warm fire.
I stand behind her, caressing her soft skin while both of us stare at the flames. “Tonight, I will introduce you to pain in increments.” I kiss one bare shoulder, then move to the other. “I will hurt you, but you will grow to like it.”
Her breath comes a little faster.
“Is that what you are hoping to experience, krasotka?” I’ve chosen to call her ‘beauty’, wanting to express my honest assessment of her.
I can tell she is pleased by the pet name, because of the rosy blush that rises on her cheeks.
“Put your hands up,” I command. She lifts her arms slowly, but I can already feel her fear.
She doesn’t realize it is an aphrodisiac for me.
Breaking old traditions, I order her to look in my eyes while we scene. I want to see that fear play out on her face as I introduce her to the sensations I have planned.
I lightly caress the length of her arms, causing her to giggle as I pass by the ticklish parts. I continue downward to her breasts. “Do you like it when a man plays with your breasts?”
She nods.
I start playing with her nipples the way most men do and she moans softly in pleasure. I then start tugging and pinching harder. “Does this feel good?”
She lets out a whimper of pleasure.
“Hold still and make no sound,” I order as I pull and squeeze them with more focus.
She trembles against me, but stays silent. As a reward, I begin kissing and nibbling her neck while continuing to play with her breasts, providing her with dual stimulation.
“For every pain, there is pleasure,” I tell her. With my fingers still tugging at one nipple, my other hand moves between her legs to feel her bare mound.
She’s still dry. All of this is too new for her body to respond to, so I wrap my hand around her throat as I seek out her lips. Kissing her possessively, I penetrate her mouth with my tongue.
She opens her lips, letting me kiss her more deeply.
I pinch her nipple again causing her to whimper, while I explore her mouth. That turns me on and I growl with animalistic desire.
> Pressing my hard cock against her, I let her know just how aroused I am, I continue to pinch her nipple as I explore her mouth. I could actually come from this simple stimulation, but I want more for both of us.
Reaching between her legs again, I feel the slippery evidence of her desire and groan in approval. Playing with her clit causes her to squirm against me, fanning the flames of my need.
“Do you want to please your Master?”
“Yes, Rytsar,” she moans, pressing her pussy against my hand.
I slowly push her to her knees and undress in front of her, exposing my hard cock. “Have you ever sucked cock before?”
She nods confidently.
“Have you ever deep-throated one?”
Her eyes grow wide, as she says apologetically, “Nyet, Rytsar.”
I smile, glad to hear it. “Then let me be your first.”
Opening her lips, she takes my cock into the silky warmth of her mouth and begins sucking.
“More,” I command.
She enthusiastically takes more of my cock but chokes on it in her eagerness.
I fist her hair to help her with the depth and begin slowly thrusting into her mouth, allowing her throat to acclimate to the girth of my shaft. I have not had someone new to this in a long time and find it erotic to teach her body my needs.
I am patient with her as I instruct her to take more and more of my cock. Any second, I could thrust my cock deep in her throat and come, but I hold back.
“Look up at me,” I order. Those big brown eyes immediately meet my gaze and I watch with pleasure as her lips travel down my cock almost to the base. I hold her there for several moments before setting her free. The next time, she takes me even deeper and I groan in pleasure.
“Good girl…”
She smiles with my cock still in her mouth, and continues to make love to my cock with her throat.
When my balls start aching with an impending orgasm I pull away, needing to feel the tight caress of her pussy.
“Lay yourself against the arm of the leather chair, and face the fire.”
I want her to stare into the flames as I pound into her.
“Spread your legs wider,” I command. I position myself behind her, kneeling on the floor. I will not be gentle when I fuck her, but I want her body to be ready for it, so I lean down and lick her clit.
She cries out in surprise, obviously not expecting my tongue. I have long practiced the art of cunnilingus, so it is not hard for me to bring a woman to orgasm. However, I insert my finger inside her to stroke her G-spot, wanting to feel her milk it when she comes.
It doesn’t take long before krasotka starts moaning loudly, her orgasm imminent. It excites me and I increase the flicking of my tongue in rhythm with my finger. She suddenly stiffens, and then her pussy starts pulsing against my tongue while her inner muscles caress my finger with the strength of her climax.
After the last pulse subsides, I move into position to take her, slapping her hard on the ass several times.
She squeals with pleasure.
Rubbing my cock against her wet pussy, I tell her, “You will remember this claiming. You’ll savor this moment when you surrendered your body to me and I took complete control.”
Looking back at me, her pupils widen with desire as I press the head of my cock against her opening.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“Da, Rytsar…” she says, moaning softly.
I plunge my cock into her, wanting krasotka to feel every centimeter of my shaft as it sinks into her.
Her moans suddenly stop as I force her body to take the fullness of my cock, but she soon starts crying out in passion when I begin to thrust. She is unusually pliable, obviously enjoying the deep penetration after her intense orgasm.
“Is this what you wanted to experience tonight?” I ask huskily.
“Da…” she pants.
“This is nothing.”
I gather her hair in one hand and pull her head back while I grasp her waist with the other. “Prepare to be claimed,” I state.
She whimpers in anticipation.
I close my eyes for a moment, gathering myself before I begin. I need to control the raging desire that threatens to send me over the edge.
Taking a deep breath, I clutch her waist with one hand and her hair with the other before I begin to thrust. I start out making each thrust deep, then switch the tempo up, stroking her faster and faster. Her panting soon becomes unintelligible screams as I let passion take over and pound her pussy hard.
I watch the flesh of her buttocks ripple with the impact of every stroke. That sensuous sound of skin slapping against skin fills the library as the raw smell of our sex teases my senses.
In that primal moment, I forget everything around me as I penetrate her deeply with my manhood over and over again.
A chill runs through me when I’ve reached my limit.
Letting go of her hair, I grab her buttocks with both hands and let loose the beast inside as I fuck her like a jackhammer until I come.
The release is incredible, my balls aching painfully just before my cock pumps my seed deep into her. She cries out as she receives the stronger thrusts my body delivers at the end.
There is no other pleasure on Earth greater than this!
I pant afterward, worn out after such an intense climax. Slowly pulling from her, I watch my come spill from her swollen pussy and am hit with a feeling of manly satisfaction.
Exhausted, I get to my feet, needing to sit down. I pick her up by the waist, and collapse into the chair with her on my lap.
She hasn’t spoken a word, only moaning softly to herself.
I nuzzle her ear before biting down on her neck, a symbolic claiming to end our session.
“Rytsar?” she whispers, her voice rough from screaming.
“Da, krasotka?’
“I’m still floating.”
I chuckle, kissing her on the forehead.
Sitting there, listening to her soft breathing while I watch the flames dance on the log in the fireplace, I feel completely and utterly satiated.
Betrayed
My mother does not wake me the next morning, which is appreciated, considering how late it was when I returned after my night at the dungeon.
It turned out to be good reconnecting with my countrymen.
Going there reminded me of who I once was and could be again.
As I roll out of bed, I notice the picture I drew of my mother. Taking it with me, I head to the kitchen where I hear my mother humming a favorite lullaby from my childhood.
I walk into the kitchen smiling at her. “I have missed hearing that.”
Her eyes twinkle with delight as she looks up at me before going back to shaping the syrniki for breakfast.
“There is no reason to fuss over me,” I scold her tenderly.
She laughs. “Don’t take away my right to spoil you, Anton.”
I love it whenever she says my name because she says it with such love. Some might say that I am a mama’s boy, but the simple fact is that my mother is an extraordinary woman on every level—exceptionally beautiful, incredibly kind, highly intelligent and skilled in the kitchen. I am grateful that her blood runs through my veins.
“At least let me help, Mamulya.”
She shoos me away, giggling. “You always burn the syrniki.”
Sliding a cup over to me, she says, “Just sit back and drink your tea. I made it just the way you like it—one and a half teaspoons of sugar and a squeeze of lemon.”
I take the cup of black tea smirking at her. “Fine, I’ll pretend not to be insulted.”
She lets out a peal of laughter that makes my heart flutter with joy.
I hand her the picture. “For you.”
She wipes her hands on a towel before taking it from me. “Oh, Anton. This is beautiful.”
I smile and say with all sincerity, “Because you’re beautiful.”
She blushes, looking back at the picture. “I don’t
think I’ve ever looked as beautiful as this, my son, but I’m flattered.”
I chuckle. “Really, Mamulya? This is what I see every time I look at you.”
Shaking her head, she gives me a peck on the cheek. “I will have it framed and cherish it forever.”
While she goes back to making the syrniki, I slip a little vodka into my tea when she’s not looking, then sit back to enjoy observing her skills in the kitchen.
I can actually imagine being happy again, making sure my mother is well taken care of while I forge a new path like the one Thane has talked about.
In this moment, I feel as if anything is possible…
“What are you smiling about?” she asks as she sets the first batch into the pan and they start to sizzle.
“I will make you proud, Mamulya.”
She shakes her head, looking at me with amusement. “Silly boy, I’m already proud.”
Tears well up in my eyes, so I take a quick sip of the tea to distract myself. “You want to know what’s really funny?” I ask.
“What?” She sets the hot syrniki on a plate and slides them over to me.
I momentarily forget what I’m talking about and take a scoop of sour cream to plop on top of the golden brown pancakes. I cut through the fluffy syrniki and take a big bite. Hmm…its light texture, along with the combination of sweet and tanginess from the sour cheese brings me back to my childhood—before the beatings began—and a genuine tear of happiness runs down my cheek.
“I bet you didn’t know your syrniki could make a grown man cry.”
She laughs and starts cooking another batch.
“There is no doubt you are going to blow Anderson’s mother out of the water with your cooking—but, respectfully, of course.”
She shakes her head with amusement, then asks, “What was that funny thing you wanted to tell me?”
I take another bite before answering, the syrniki too good to resist. “I was remembering the looks on my friends’ faces when I introduced them to a dungeon for the first time.”
Her eyes light up. “Tell me.”
I chuckle as I think back on it. “They were equal parts shocked, offended, and intrigued.”
My mother laughs. “Offended? How so?”
“They wanted to fight to protect all the ladies.”
