VICIOUS MEN: THE COMPLETE VICIOUS CITY COLLECTION

by Renard, Loki

  I leave the room and I re-lock the door behind me.

  “Well that was disappointing,” I mumble to myself.

  Being in Vicious’s grasp means constant dead ends. The man is a complete enigma. I don’t know anything about him, but I’m starting to get curious. How did an Englishman end up in the United States running New York city like it’s his very own metropolis? How did he find out about me? Who are the players in this game?

  I rack my brains, but I never paid sufficient attention when I was working my little courier job. I stayed clear of anything that looked or smelled like real trouble. That turns out to have been a stupid decision on my part. Actually, every decision I’ve made since I turned eighteen and finally got out on my own has been absolutely moronic in retrospect. Why didn’t I just go to college? I could be a lawyer by now. I could have a nice, safe, respectable life where nobody belts my ass.

  Just as I’m berating myself, the front door opens and Vicious strides in.

  “Well hello, Kitty,” he says, his eyes raking over me.

  Do I look guilty?

  I feel guilty. Instantly, inescapably naughty. Sweat breaks out in intimate places as he strolls over to me, his steps languid, his powerful body relaxed. He looks so confident and collected. I have never seen this man show any kind of concern or anxiety. The closest thing I’ve ever observed is quick anger, which he also controls with that iron will.

  “Have you been a good girl?”

  “I’ve been a bored girl,” I reply, evading the question.

  “Mhm. And is Blaze hiding under the couch, or have you managed to follow the rules in the short period of time you’ve been alone?”

  “She isn’t under the couch.” Another smooth evasion of his primary question. I’m good at this.

  He leans over me, one hand on either arm of the chair I just sat down in, his face close to mine. The world is full of his eyes, that intense green gaze searing into my soul.

  “Did you follow the rules, Kitty?”

  I shake my head wordlessly. No.

  Vicious.

  No. Of course not. She’s not capable of following the rules. She’s a misbehaved little brat, one who left to her own devices will always find trouble. I didn’t expect her to be good. I knew she wouldn’t be. I know those belt marks on her behind are only serving to fuel the rebellion against me.

  Seven days ago, Kitty agreed to be mine. She acknowledged that she needed me, but pride is a powerful thing and there’s more ego in this pretty little twenty-two year old than there is in some Navy SEALS.

  “What happens to little kitties who don’t follow the rules?” I pose the question softly. My cock is hardening in my pants. I’ve had her for a week and I haven’t fucked her. The effort to abstain is pushing me to the limits of my capacity for control. Kitty is beautiful. Her eyes flash with passion, glint with deviance, and dance whenever trouble is close. I want to claim that pretty bow mouth of hers. I want to strip her of all that clothing Coco put her in today and….

  Clothing. That’s where we will start.

  “Strip.”

  The order makes her turn a bright shade of pink. I stand back, give her the space she needs to take those clothes off. We’re not in the privacy of my bedroom and I don’t intend on moving there.

  Her lower lip quivers. “I tried. I didn’t…”

  My brow raises and her top comes off. Oh I like this. Maybe this morning’s taste of the leather was more effective than I thought. Maybe her training is coming along more smoothly than I considered possible.

  She removes her clothes, every stitch of them, and stands before me. She has a beautiful body. I love the curve of her ass and her thigh, I love the way her femininity makes her soft even when she tries to be hard.

  “Turn around. Knees on the chair, face the back of it and arch your back.”

  She does as she’s told, putting herself into a position which displays her round rump and the soft downy slit of her pussy. I’ve felt those lips before. I know how they feel when I run my finger along them. I don’t know what the inside of her feels like, but I think I am going to have to find that out soon.

  “What did you do, Kitty? How did you break the rules?” I step up beside her and run my hand over the small of her back, caress the curve of her hip, let my fingertips drift preciously close to her lower lips.

  “I.. uhm… picked the lock to your office.” She doesn’t even bother to try to resist my interrogation.

  “Oh?” I tap her bottom lightly, feeling the way the taut, toned skin moves beneath my palm. “And why did you do that, naughty girl?”

  “Because I don’t know enough about anything,” she admits with a soft gasp. “I don’t know about the people who want me. I don’t know anything about you. I’m just… lost. And you won’t tell me.”

  I swat her bottom sharply. “That’s right, I won’t. Some things are best left unknown.”

  She makes a gasping sound and lapses back into silence. Her curiosity is understandable. I’m counting on it, in fact. She thinks I am brutal, but I am using the facts of the situation as a way to draw her through it, step by step. I don’t want her learning too much too quickly.

  Her pussy is calling to me. I can’t tear my eyes away from that dewy wet little slit, the soft lips beginning to swell. I can smell her desire. She wants me as badly as I want her, maybe more. Every night I sleep in bed with her beside me and I refrain from touching her, because I know what sex will do. It will fuse us into one thing, and neither she, nor I are ready for that yet.

  I run my hand over her upturned ass, touching my cock through my pants with the other. I could cum all over this sweet ass, the hot marks of the belt and my hand would look so good beneath a glaze of my seed.

  Kitty

  His voice is thick with lust. His touch is as carnal as it is disciplinary. I know when a man wants me. I can’t even see Vicious right now, but I can feel his gaze right at the core of me.

  He slaps me again, but it doesn’t hurt, because he’s already turned me on and once I’m aroused, pain just becomes part of the overall sensation, something to be absorbed and welcomed and enjoyed. I lift my bottom up for him, encourage another slap, and I receive one just as I silently ask.

  Sometimes he lectures. Teaches a lesson. Right now all I hear from him is his rough breath as he squeezes, slaps, plays with my bare ass, caressing the same cheeks he belted earlier.

  “My bad little kitty broke the rules,” he murmurs to himself. “What am I going to do with you?”

  I stay quiet. That’s the safest bet. I know that this could turn at any moment and become something entirely different. Eroticsm and discipline are intimately linked where Vicious is concerned.

  His hand returns to the soft motions which feel far too nice to be his final goal. He’s going to make me pay for disobedience, I know he will.

  I feel a spreading sensation as two hands find my cheeks. One cheek each, spreading my bottom open for his gaze. He holds me there like that, looking at my two little holes. I am glad I am facing away from him. It saves me some of the humiliation of being inspected so very intimately.

  My lower muscles are clenching in hope. I want to feel him touch me there. He has built tension and desire and heat and just a hint of pain and I need him to relieve it.

  “If you had been a good girl,” he drawls casually. “I would have given you my cock.”

  A blush races across my skin.

  “Wh.. what?”

  “I would have fucked you,” he says, matter of factly. “I would have put a condom on my dick and I would have filled your little cunt up to the brim with it. It’s what you want, isn’t it, Kitty?”

  Fuck yes it is what I want. It’s what I’ve been craving, either consciously or subconsciously since we met. I want him inside me. I want to feel him surge between my thighs and stretch me. I want to be filled with him.

  But I know he’s not going to give me that. Not now. He’s going to keep me on the verge instead. His finge
rs drift down under my clit and play with the soft skin just above it. This man knows how to tease. He’s avoiding touching the places I so desperately need touched. He’s making me squirm and writhe in hopes of having even the tip of his finger brush against my clit.

  “Answer me, Kitty.” His voice lowers, takes on a more authoritative tone.

  I bite my lower lip and I stay silent. I can’t tell him that I want him that way.

  A harsh slap bursts across both my cheeks. He has pulled his hand away from the center of my pleasure and he has slapped me hard enough to make me shriek. Hot burning tingles run like fire across my ass and the ache sinks in deep.

  “Yes, or no, Kitty,” he growls, his voice thick with that devil-lust.

  Still I refrain. If he knows I want him, then the last little piece of my resistance is gone. I will be a slave to him, a helpless begging waif just waiting for his cock. I can’t say yes. I can’t bring myself to say no either.

  Another harsh, hard slap lands, sends bolts of adrenaline through my body and bursts of pure fire through my nervous system. Another. And then another. I am being spanked soundly. I am being disciplined and utterly dominated, and it’s not because I broke his rules, it’s because I can’t bear to tell him how much I physically crave him.

  Vicious is older than me. He is more powerful than me in every sense. The advantage is and always has been his. Him wanting my pussy, was the last chance for power I had in this relationship, and he’s taking that from me too, because he’s going to make me scream how much I want his cock.

  “Vicious!” I cry out. “Please!”

  “Yes or no, Kitty. It’s very simple.” His mouth is by my ear, his fingers gently slipping a tendril of hair behind my lobe. He’s stopped spanking me, but my ass is on fire. The earlier taste of leather has left it tender and vulnerable and with these fresh slaps, the pain is reignited.

  “You’re dripping wet,” he says, one finger running up the length of my slit. I let out a gasp and that same finger slips into my mouth, smearing my juices over my tongue. Oh fuck.

  “Suck,” he commands.

  I do as I am told, my tongue lapping the traces of my desire from his digit as he draws it out of my pouting lips, then pushes it ever so slowly back in, mimicking the sexual act we are both denying ourselves.

  In the midst of my lust, he has moved around to stand in front of me. I can see the bulge of his cock hard in his pants. He must be painfully erect.

  “You want to know something else about your situation, Kitty?” His eyes are bright with lust, his voice ragged with desire. He is pure animal need standing animated before me and I know neither one of us can hold off much longer.

  I nod around his finger.

  “Show me how much you want to know.”

  He pushes his fly down and the hottest cock I have ever seen springs free. It is long and thick, pulsing with need for me. He guides it towards my lips, runs the tip of it over my lower lip before pushing it further forward and into my mouth.

  I taste him hungrily, my lips wrapping tight around his shaft. The skin is smooth and clean, tasting of man and a few drops of precum. The sound he makes as my mouth engulfs him is one of pure raw relief.

  “Oh fuck yes, Kitty,” he growls, his hand fisting my hair. “Suck me.”

  I do as I am told, letting my mouth run down the shaft of his cock, taking him as deep as I can, letting my tongue explore each and every ridge of him. I have not sucked a lot of dick in my life, but Vicious has wound me up to a point I’d do anything if I thought it would please him and bring release.

  He grunts and growls, watching me, holding on to my head. He is patient. He lets me go at my own pace - until he can’t anymore. He needs what he needs. He needs more.

  “Breathe through your nose,” he advises as he starts fucking my mouth with long strokes, moving me back and forth along the length of his dick like a toy. In his hands, I am something to be used. I am a tool. I am a hot wet set of holes, and as degrading as that might sound at any other time, in this hormonal storm of desire, it is perfect.

  Vicious’ rough mouth fucking quickly leads to release. It is a mercy to me as he slams his cock over my tongue and cums down my throat, pumping his seed into my belly with a roar of triumph.

  “Jesus,” he growls to himself as he pulls free.

  Vicious

  Looking down at her, a little of my cum smeared on her chin, I’m overcome with the need to hold her. She’s so adorable down there, naked and exposed. She just gave me pleasure, and the way she’s looking at me fills my heart and breaks it at the same time.

  Giving in to the impulse, I swoop her up in my arms, hold her against my chest and kiss her thoroughly, tasting my cum in her mouth. She took it all so prettily. Her kiss is hungry. Her tongue meets mine desperately as I give into the desire I have had from the very beginning, her moans satisfying a part of me I usually prefer to deny. My little kitty is sweet - and she’s still wet. She’s soaked. But her motions aren’t carnal ones. She’s not writhing her hips against me, trying to ride me as she has done in the past. She’s curling up, snuggling into me. She’s wet, horny, but what she wants more than anything is a damn hug.

  I haven’t held anyone in a long time. I’ve fucked women, but I haven’t held them. I’ve told myself that I’m not a cuddler, that I don’t want this kind of relationship, that it is better to use a woman for her body and let her go than let her get close and probably get hurt.

  The orgasm has cleared my head, and left me strangely vulnerable. I’ve never come with Kitty before. I’ve never showed her that side of myself. And now I’m holding her, cradling her in my arms.

  I’ve changed everything. This was not the plan. I was resisting this for a reason. I knew if we connected like this it would change things. I knew it would make me soft.

  Kitty

  I nestle my head into the curve of his neck, draw his scent deep into my nostrils. He just spanked my ass and fucked my mouth and I’m clinging to him like a baby monkey. My arousal is less important than my simple animal need for comfort.

  “It’s okay, Kitty,” he murmurs. “You’re okay.”

  I pull away from him just a small amount. “What are we doing? What are you doing to me?”

  “You know what I’m doing,” he murmurs. “I’m looking after you.”

  “Do you like me, Vicious?”

  His eyes flash with something I can’t read. “More than I can say, Kitty.”

  It’s far from a grand romantic statement, but those words make me glow from the inside out. A smile rises to the same lips which were just wrapped around his dick.

  He does not treat me kindly. It would be a long stretch to say that he treats me well. He keeps me alive. He pushes me, in every way. And I am falling for him not in spite of it, but because of it.

  “Thank you,” I murmur.

  Dark lashes hide his eyes for a moment. “You have to stop thanking me.”

  “Why?”

  He doesn’t answer me. The order hangs in the air between us. I search his eyes.

  “What’s your name? Your real name, I mean?”

  I don’t expect him to answer. When he does, the answer is as surprising as the name itself.

  “Arthur.”

  A laugh rises to my lips. “Arthur? Really?”

  “Mhm. Arthur. Good solid English name,” he muses. We’re officially cuddling. We have never done this before. I’ve never seen this side of him. I want to stay here, in this moment, because I sense that it will be fleeting.

  “You want to know mine?” I chance the question.

  “I know yours,” he smiles at me. “Katherine. Kitty isn’t much of a change.”

  “Maybe not,” I admit. “But I like it better. My mother hates it.”

  “Your mother’s opinion is hardly relevant, is it. You don’t speak to her anymore.”

  I look at him, a small frown forming. Sometimes, Vicious’ knowledge borders on the creepy. It’s one thing for him to know what is
going on in the dark underground of NYC. It’s something else for him to be au fait with the comings and goings of a housewife in Florida. I get the strong impression he knows much, much more about me than I ever suspected.

  “Just how much do you really know about me?”

  “Enough,” he says.

  I search his face. “You’re nicer than you seem, on the outside.”

  His eyes go cold. “I’m not nice, Kitty. Don’t start to think that. It makes me worry for you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m not nice to you. I wasn’t nice to you just now, and I won’t be nice to you a few minutes from now when I have some new reason to punish you. Our relationship cannot be a romantic one, Kitty. And if it is, it certainly won’t be a nice one.”

  His words sound like a rejection, but they don’t feel like one. His arms are wrapped around me. His body is sheltering me. He keeps me safe. He’s the only one who has ever bothered. The taste of his cum is lingering in my mouth, and now we are connected in a way we weren’t before. Maybe that’s not romantic, but it is intimate.

  “Then tell me something more. Tell me when this is going to be over. Tell me when my life isn’t going to be in danger anymore. Tell me who wants me.”

  He shifts me on his lap. “I can’t tell you everything, Kitty. Knowledge is power, but it is also danger.”

  “If I don’t know who to look out for, how can I even start to keep myself safe? You’re keeping me in the dark, and you say it’s for my own good, but I don’t know who is looking for me.”

  “You wouldn’t know them even if I told you their names. They wouldn’t mean anything to you. It’s not as simple as some group. Mafia, Bratva, Yakuza. You’ve managed to annoy people a lot more powerful than those gangsters.”

  “Who? Like, policemen? Politicians? Who?”

  His arm snugs tighter around my waist and I feel safer than ever before. “Independent operators. They won’t ever make a move against you themselves. I’d put you in a room with them right now and be confident you’d be safe. It’s the people they subcontract to that are the concern.”