VICIOUS MEN: THE COMPLETE VICIOUS CITY COLLECTION

by Renard, Loki

  “You know you shouldn’t have called her, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. My lower lips are tingling, and I know this isn’t over. Vicious doesn’t do things by half measures. Last time he left me passed out on his couch. This time, I can’t imagine what condition I’ll be in by the time he is done with me.

  I have only truly known Vicious a matter of hours, but already he has gotten into my soul. There’s a connection. A dark one. A ruthless tunneling which has already begun to make me his. I can feel it, no matter how much I resist it.

  “You don’t need me,” I whisper. “You don’t even really want me. Why are you doing this?”

  His fingers scissor and pinch my clit lightly. “Because, Kitty. I can.”

  There’s something hiding in his gaze. Something I don’t understand, but can feel. It’s not just because he can. He wants something from me. He’s hiding some truth I don’t understand, and though I have thought about almost everything I’ve done for the past couple years, I can’t think of any reason for him to be so interested.

  “Let’s tie her up, spread her,” Vicious says suddenly, a private decision made. “Clear that coffee table.”

  “What… no! Wait…”

  They ignore my whimpers, working together to secure me back against the table, using belts to hold my wrists to the legs, my thighs spread, ankles likewise attached to the table’s legs. The position opens me, stretches me, shows them everything I am and everything I have between my thighs.

  Green eyes. Blue eyes. Both taking me in.

  “You could have made this so much easier on yourself,” Vicious purrs, leaning over me, one hand beside my head, the other going back between my thighs to slap a quick tattoo against my lower lips.

  The sting is not as bad as it could be, but the humiliation is intense. This is a punishment designed to strip me of the illusion of control. He’s right. His previous treatment of me was gentlemanly compared to this. I was lost the first time I came on his fingers. This time, I don’t know if I’ll ever find my way back.

  Vicious

  She’s beautiful and she’s going to learn another lesson. Calling in help from outside sources is unacceptable. We live in a small world of trusted allies, and her little playmates aren’t among them. I keep myself and my people safe by insulating the higher tiers from the lower ones. Most of the people who work for me have no idea that they work for me. I am an intensely private man, and she will learn to keep my business to herself.

  Her pussy is perfectly vulnerable, a soft little peach displayed for me. I can see the traces of her last orgasm still on her lips, a wet seam hiding the hole beyond. I slap her lower lips again, feel their delicate softness against my digits.

  “You shave yourself down here,” I say, looking into her eyes as I rub the tip of my finger up and down the seam of her lips. “What a naughty little kitty.”

  She makes a sound that’s maybe supposed to be a word, but isn’t. She’s already lost coherency. Soon she’ll lose control completely.

  Before we can truly begin, a knock at the door interrupts proceedings. I curse under my breath, leave her there under Slick’s supervision and answer it. If this is Blaze again, I may just shoot her this time.

  It’s not Blaze. The person beyond is a piercing studded teenage boy.

  “The guy wants to see you. In the alley.”

  “Alright.”

  I throw a hand signal to Slick and I head down. This is a meeting I can’t miss. There are some people in the world you don’t keep waiting. What they do when you don’t talk to them is infinitely worse than what they would have done. Besides, it won’t hurt Kitty to wait and anticipate what is coming her way.

  The alley nearby is dimly lit. Street light just barely makes its way down there. It is a place where danger lurks and anybody passing could tell that. I stroll into it, each breath drawing the stinking air which inevitably inhabits these areas of the city into my lungs. A few hundred feet away, lights shine and people smile. But this place is fetid, dark, and nothing good ever comes of being here. This is the real face of the city.

  “You called?” I slip my hands into my pockets and wait for the man I am about to meet to make his presence known.

  “Evening ‘guvnor.”

  The words come in a facsimile of my accent, not close enough to be in any way convincing. Shadow appears out of the shadows and approaches me, his pale skin sickly even under the faint street light. His moniker is apt. He is never out during the day. Light repels him. The very few times I’ve seen him during daylight, he was like a bug scuttling for cover. There’s nobody less intimidating in appearance than Shadow, but appearances are deceiving where he is concerned. In the night time hours, he is an apex predator.

  “You took the girl,” he says, mumbling. He doesn’t make eye contact much. It’s another way he seems to be non-threatening. I know better.

  “I did.” No point lying about it. I don’t fear Shadow. I’m one of the very few people in this city who doesn’t need to.

  He pushes pale strings of dirty blonde hair out of his face. “I want her. I need to make sure all the loose ends are tied up.”

  “She doesn’t know she was even a part of it.”

  “That doesn’t matter. There will be others who come looking. She needs to be gone.”

  “She’s just a kid. Twenty-two years old. She has a long…”

  “I don’t care if she’s four years old. She saw too much. She needs to be terminated,” he interrupts, his hands skittering over his pockets.

  Ordinarily, Shadow and I would be on the same page about this. I’m not usually given to sentiment - though I could argue I’m not being sentimental now. Kitty is useful. Her relatively tender age and her sex appeal are also marks in her favor, but even if she were a balding male in her fifties, she would have use. Not just to me. To us.

  “I’m going to put her to work.”

  “As what? Bait? You know they’re watching her. You know they’re going to come for her.”

  “I know both those things. And I know when they do come, I will be ready.”

  His hands stop. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and taps it on the wall. “This is dangerous. You should let me take care of her. I’d do it quickly. She wouldn’t suffer. Wouldn’t even know it had happened.”

  A chill runs through me. I’ve known many brutal men over the years. Some would say that I am one, but there’s something about the way Shadow talks - it’s his empathy which makes him so frightening. A thug will cave your skull in for a dollar. A mercenary will unload a bullet into your face for a client. But Shadow will eliminate you, wipe you off the face of the earth and usher you into another realm with a tender smile and a precise touch which is so incongruous as to be terrifying.

  “She’s mine,” I repeat.

  “Is she? From what I saw, she’s resisting you. She doesn’t want to work for you, which means she won’t. In the end, she will turn on you and then she’ll have to be put down anyway. Why not save the trouble and have her dealt with now?”

  “Because,” I growl. “I said so.”

  He sweeps the cigarette up to his mouth, but still fails to light it. It hangs from his lips, a piece of unfinished business just like Kitty.

  “I make my own decisions,” he says, his voice creaking gently.

  “Those decisions better be respecting my wishes, or you and I are going to be at odds, and I can promise you would suffer.”

  A thin laugh escapes the man I call friend.

  “I like it when you threaten me,” he smiles wanly, plucking the cigarette from his lips and returning it to wherever on his person he magicked it from. “You’re still so utterly primal. I hope that never changes.”

  “Glad to amuse you, Shadow.”

  He lifts two fingers to his brow in a casual salute, turns, and disappears into the darkness again. I can’t see him, but I know he’s out there and I know that he will make the call he feels is best to make. My intimidation and ar
guments will sway him so far, but if it looks as though Kitty is on the verge of giving things away, I have no doubt that the shadows will become lethal for her.

  Shaking myself free of the encounter, I return to the bright clean world of my apartment to find the woman at the center of all of this still tied down on the coffee table. Slick has set an arm chair at the foot of it and is reclining with a prime view of her spanked pussy. If I know him, he hasn’t laid so much as a finger on her, but he’s punished her just as much as I would with my whips and leather just by being where he is, seeing everything there is to see.

  Her face is flushed. I can see fear, but I can also see arousal. The things I do to her, she likes them. But there’s a petulant pout to her mouth that tells me she thinks this is harsh. The truth is, this is nothing. She has no idea what waits for her out there. She thinks that a few deliveries for criminals makes her part of my world. It absolutely does not. She’s naive, sheltered even. She hasn’t been broken on the wheel of the underworld yet, but she will be.

  Kitty

  He walks in, straight over to me, and his hand slips through the air to slap me right between the legs. I scream as his fingers make my sensitive lips sing with a harsh sensation.

  Something changed between him leaving and coming back. He was angry when he left. Now he is more than that, now he is determined.

  “No more disobedience,” he says. “No more illusions of choice. You will do what I say. You will obey, or you will be punished over and over again, each time more painful and more humiliating than the time before.”

  I draw in a breath as he cups my sex and squeezes. “You think this is about fucking, but it’s not,” he informs me. “I’m just showing you how much you belong to me. There’s no part of you that isn’t mine.”

  Slick looks on, his gaze cool. He picks up Vicious’ energy, stays silent and watchful as the man with the green eyes takes me apart. Vicious spanks my pussy again, his fingers slapping my slit lightly over and over, building a sting which makes them swell and drip arousal.

  “I know you like pain,” he informs me. “The good news is, there will be a lot of it in your future.” His fingers return to my clit, pinching the desperate, hungry bud. I am aroused and I am sore. I am helpless, and I am angry, but there is nothing I can do. I am tethered here and he will do with me as he pleases.

  The spanking intensifies, his fingers whipping back and forth against my pussy, spanking that tender skin until it feels hot and tight and swollen. This is the most tender part of me and he is punishing it sternly, not caring how much I whimper, or in the end, wail, tugging against my bonds as he makes my poor pussy so sore I can barely stand it.

  Finally, the spanking turns to rubbing. My hips try to lift to him, but they can’t. I get nothing more and nothing less than what he wants me to have.

  “Are you learning anything, Kitty? Or is it just the sensation you’re feeling?”

  “What do you want me to learn?” I moan the question.

  “If you have to ask, you haven’t learned it.”

  I roll my eyes and earn myself a sharp slap to my inner thigh. The skin there is just as sensitive as my pussy, and his hand leaves a broader mark, a sharper sting. A yelp escapes me as he follows it up with a slap to the other thigh.

  “Just tell me, please!”

  “There is no escape. There is no going back. This is a one way trip. You’re mine.”

  I nod. “Okay.”

  “Okay, isn’t the answer I’m looking for, Kitty. Okay is what you say when someone asks you if you want cream in your frapuccino. When you acknowledge what I have told you, you say yes, sir.”

  His hand closes over my pussy, the heel of his hand finding my clit, rubbing my sore sex gently. “What do you say, Kitty?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moan.

  He could do anything to me right now. He could fuck me. He could share me. He could beat me. I wouldn’t resist, because my body is so flooded with endorphins and fear that only the fuzzy warmth suffusing my flesh matters.

  I’m lost to him. My body has capitulated, and what is left of my mind doesn’t have the energy to begin to argue. He senses the moment I give in. His motions become softer, more soothing, less punishing.

  I expect him to use me sexually. I expect him to take advantage of this moment and fuck me, release his anger and his desire, but he doesn’t. He keeps me there in that place of submission, caressing my sex and my legs and going up under my shirt to find my belly and breasts. From frighteningly painful punishment to tender moment, the energy changes.

  When I am good, he will reward me. When I displease him, he will make me ache. My body knows these things, every cell understands them, responds to him. His scent is being irrevocably linked to this moment of perfection. No man has ever done this to me, pushed me this far, showed me the capacity of my body. No man has ever demanded all he demands, and no man has ever taken as much as I know he will take.

  “What do you want, Kitty?”

  In this moment I want nothing more than this, to have him connected to me, intimately, to feel his rare energy, to be filled with it, surrounded by it, protected within his aura. He has broken the world down and remade it in his image.

  “I…” Speaking is difficult. Answering him is almost impossible. I don’t want anything besides him. I want him to keep going. I want him to finish this. I want him to take that suit off and push himself inside me.

  Vicious

  She’s in the right head space. I can see the glazed look in her eyes, the mark of utter, total, female arousal. Her pussy is soaking my fingers. It would be nothing to slip them inside her. She would take them. She would take my cock. She would welcome both of us, Slick and I taking turns with her vulnerable body.

  And that is precisely why I will not be doing any of those things. She has not earned them, and I have no intention of turning this into a purely sexual affair, no matter how much my cock strains at my pants, wanting to get to her. Burying myself inside her would be pure heaven, but that must wait.

  I begin to strum her clit in circles, using her copious wetness to pleasure her. Orgasm is not far away. I see her face flushing, her eyes growing brighter. I hear her breaths coming in short little gasps. I take her right to the brink of release - and then I pull back, forcing her to retreat from the edge.

  “Vicious…” she moans what she believes to be my name and I stoke her fires again, my fingers smeared with her wet pussy as I work her sex, not dipping inside, just teasing the very entrance and then returning to the hard little nub of her clit, taking her almost all the way to orgasm again before pulling away.

  Her whine of frustration is music to my ears. I am making her work for her pleasure. I am showing her entirely how much this basic, essential thing is at my discretion.

  “Please, sir…”

  She has learned how to beg.

  I return my fingers to her clit and this time there is no teasing. This time there is rubbing and slapping, pinching. This time I punish that bud, watching her writhe and contort, her mouth falling open wide as she screams an orgasm which rolls through every part of her body. Her toes curl. She blushes all the way to the roots of her hair. She trembles and quivers and shakes and finally collapses again with a soft little sigh.

  Her pussy is swollen red. It looks well used though nothing has been inside it.

  Gently, I untie her and lift her exhausted body into my arms, delivering her to my bed. She is almost insensate from the effects of powerful pleasure denied and then granted. When I put her down on the sheet, she curls up, her eyes closed.

  “Vicious?” Her voice is soft, light.

  “Hm?”

  “Thank you.”

  Those two little words hit me like a punch to the gut. Jesus. This girl is fucking incredible. I have to keep her safe.

  * * *

  “You want me to stay?” Slick asks the question as I return to the lounge.

  “Hm?”

  “With you and her,” Slick clarifies.


  Sick’s interested in Kitty, I think. And why not? She just put on a show like no other, and he got the full benefit of it. Arousal is still coursing through me. I am going to need a good long cold shower to get everything I just saw out of my mind, her tender innocent body writhing beneath my fingers.

  “I know Shadow dropped around. I saw the messenger,” Slick says, reminding me of the danger. “That means there could be a visitor tonight.”

  “Even Shadow wouldn’t dare send someone in here,” I snort. But I’m not so sure. It would be brazen, but brazen is his style. Half the kills he gets are because people think it’s not remotely possible for it to happen.

  “Yeah I’m staying,” he declares. “Besides, there’s every chance she’ll try to escape tonight. She can’t do that if she’s the meat in our sandwich,” he winks rakishly.

  “Alright,” I agree. “She is going to need protection for a while. Shadow is set on cleaning up properly, and he’s patient. I’ve known him to take kills years after the contract first came out.”

  “Could come down to him or her.”

  “I hope not.”

  Shadow is a friend, and he serves an essential function. He destroys monsters. Gets the people nobody else can. If he wasn’t around, we’d all be in trouble.

  “How are you going to use her as a courier if she has a target on her back?”

  “They won’t know it’s her. She’s already adept at blending in. I’ll make sure she blends differently. Changes her image. She’s going to disappear for everyone besides me.”

  “Except Shadow already knows you have her, so all he has to do is follow you.”

  “I know. I know. Hell, maybe I’ll pay him off.”

  “It won’t…”

  I’m too tired for this discussion. There are always a thousand things that can go wrong. There’s no point dwelling on them. For the moment, I have what I want tucked up nice and safe in my bed, and that will have to do.