by Red Phoenix
If the Durov brothers were to truly band together as one, we would be an unstoppable force. But, the idea of having Andrev work with me instead of against me…?
It is a foreign concept I will need time to grow used to.
I look up at Titov. “So, what did you bring me?”
“I have found our director, gospodin,” he states proudly.
“Excellent. Tell me more.”
Titov sets a thick file on the desk. “His name is Michail Volkov. He has a PhD in Trauma Psychology and is well-respected. He also has over twelve years of experience in the field. The man has nothing on his record—not even a speeding ticket.”
I frown. “I’m unsure I trust a man who doesn’t speed from time to time.”
Titov chuckles. “You stated the director’s reputation must be impeccable.”
I look through the file, impressed by what I see. “You’ve done exceptional work, Titov. Bring him in as soon as possible so I can meet the man in person. We’ll need his input on supportive staff. Time is of the essence. We need to be ready for the influx when it comes.”
“Understood, gospodin.”
While the mansion is being transformed for its new role as a safe haven, I head off to look for an apartment. Having lived my life in the Khamovniki District, I am excited at the prospect of living in a modern apartment high above the city.
I want to surround myself with the energy and vitality that can only be found in Moskva-City. Rather than live in the past, I want to experience the vitality of Russian ingenuity and architectural design.
I am also interested in a new BDSM club called Novy Soyuz, located under one of the towers. It mixes the old with the new, and I am anxious to explore it.
I invite Titov to join me, but he declines, stating he has too much on his plate for a night out. I know the truth—he is painfully shy.
For all his bravado among the guys, when it comes to women, he completely freezes up.
I find it amusing.
Instead of dragging him to the club, I call on my old friend Alexei from the fighting ring to join me. Thus far, he has only dabbled in the lifestyle, and this seems the perfect environment to further his horizons.
The instant we enter, I smile in appreciation. With its colored lights and music playing in the background, it has a dance club vibe to it, but they’ve recreated an ancient dungeon stories under the building.
From shiny new cages with waiting submissives to hardcore restraint devices to hold them still, you have it all to choose from.
This club has a lighter atmosphere than the dungeons I’m used to in Russia. The protocol is less strict, but I like it. I walk past the cages and look at each submissive. They meet my gaze with pleading eyes, each hoping I will pick them.
I wink at them before leaving, wanting to explore the club before I make my choice.
I’m feeling in an adventurous mood tonight.
The club owner walks up to me. “It is a pleasure to have you join us tonight, Rytsar Durov.”
I shake his hand as I scan the place. “I like what you have created here.”
The owner’s eyes glint with pride. “What better way to enjoy the Motherland than to explore everything that Russia has to offer?”
“I agree.”
I nod to Alexei. “My friend is still experimenting with the lifestyle. Any suggestions for him?”
He turns to face my friend. “Which do you prefer, topping your partner or being topped?”
Alexei raises his eyebrows. “I’ve only topped before.”
The owner points to the left corner of the room. “If you would like to delve into the other side of the dynamic, there are several Dommes who would be happy to indulge you.”
Alexei looks at me for guidance.
My heart constricts as an unwanted vision of Samantha flashes in my mind. I quickly dismiss it, refusing to relive that memory.
It has no place here.
Looking at Alexei, I tell him with sincerity, “If you are curious, this seems like the perfect place to treat yourself to such an experience.”
He looks relieved, as if he’d been afraid I would judge him for it.
I’m not like many rigid Dominants I know. Going to college in America opened my eyes to the limitless varieties of kink people enjoy. However, there is one line I will never cross—consent.
I pat my friend on the back. “Go for it, Alexei. Make the most of tonight.”
As Alexei heads off to the group of Dommes, I notice they are staring at him as if he’s a tasty snack to eat.
“What about you, Rytsar Durov?” the owner asks respectfully.
“I am unsure as of yet.”
“We have plenty of experiences to choose from. You can enjoy something intense in the back of the club such as bloodsports, or something lighter like electrical play.” He points to a scene nearby.
I see the familiar purple glow of a violet wand and hear a woman’s excited moans.
He continues, “The subs are equally diverse, from curious novices to highly experienced slaves. He gestures to the entire room with pride. “It is a kinkster’s paradise.” Leaning in close, he says, “We even have a few virgins wanting to have their cherries popped on stage tonight. They’re the ones wearing the white collars.”
“Thank you. I will walk around and see what catches my eye.”
“If you should need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
I nod to him and take a stroll through the large club, turned on by the erotic scenes playing out around me, from the kinkiness of five men with one woman, a Domme dressed in latex caning her bound submissive, to a girl enjoying the rush of nipple torture.
I have come fully prepared with my tools, and I plan to test the limits of one of the more experienced subs here. Then a beauty with ashen curls catches my eye. Her full curves beg to be caressed and the white collar around her neck intrigues me.
She looks to be in her mid-thirties.
To introduce a woman who has experienced the world but has yet to taste the pleasures of intercourse? That captivates me.
She is talking to a group of submissives who don’t notice me at first. I observe her quietly, appreciating the way she unconsciously plays with her hair and giggles while her friends talk.
“Ladies.”
Zaika, a sub who has scened with me before, instantly kneels and bows low at my feet.
The other three women look at me nervously, not knowing who I am. Taking their friend’s cue, they kneel before me, too.
“You may stand.”
As they rise to their feet, I glance at the woman with the collar. “I see you are wearing white this evening.”
She touches her collar and blushes lightly. “Yes.”
“I would be honored to be your first.”
Her eyes grow wide while her friends twitter in excitement beside her.
Zaika squeaks to her friend, “You’re so lucky.”
“My name is Rytsar Durov.”
The woman glances at her friend and smiles before meeting my gaze again. “I’m Annika.”
“Tell him your sub name,” one of her friends instructs her.
Her blush deepens. “I don’t have one.”
“Are you experienced in BDSM?” I ask.
She shakes her head in answer.
I find that even more interesting. “Why would you seek to lose your virginity in this place?”
Her eyes flash with confidence. “I have guarded it for so long and never found a man worthy. I’m no longer willing to wait, but I feel it is something significant and should be celebrated. What better way than with my friends in this party environment?”
I smile. “I respect your reasoning.”
She looks me over approvingly. “Can I ask how old you are?”
“Twenty-one.”
“My, you’re young…” she says in surprise.
I smirk, tell her, “I have an old soul.”
Annika looks to her friends and grins.
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nbsp; They giggle excitedly.
“You should know I am a sadist.”
I see her visibly tremble.
Zaika gushes. “He’s the best!” She then looks at me. “No one can compare to Rytsar.”
I wink at her.
Annika stares at me for several moments.
“I can be gentle,” I assure her, “but I will not hold back when I claim you.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t want you to. I want to feel the pain when you take my virginity.”
I hold out my hand to her.
Annika looks at me excitedly, smiling as she takes my hand.
The owner must have been observing our exchange because the music suddenly pauses when he announces, “We have a virgin taking the stage!”
I grab my leather tool bag and lead her to the platform. There, two scantily dressed women take her arms and lead her up to the stage to begin undressing her.
I stay at the bottom of the stairs and watch as her body is revealed to me and everyone else who is gathering to watch.
I appreciate her round feminine curves and am hungry to caress them with my rough hands. Her mound is trimmed, the dark patch drawing attention to her pussy. Looking at it increases my desire for her virginity even more.
Once she is completely naked, the two women parade her around the stage so everyone can admire her body before I claim it. Annika sways her hips alluringly as she walks, enticing all with her confidence.
The altar in the center of the stage is covered in red velvet and adorned in gold. While one woman leads her to it, the other lays a white silk cloth across it.
They help Annika onto it and back away gracefully, kneeling on opposite sides of the stage.
While the music and dancing lights continue behind me, I mount the stairs. I take my time, knowing each second that passes as she waits for me will make the experience more pronounced for her.
I want Annika to remember every moment of this night she has waited a lifetime for.
I set my tool bag down beside the altar.
This will not be a normal scene.
Although Annika is willing to submit to my control, she is new to BDSM and I do not consider her my submissive—that must be earned.
Instead, she and I are simply partners engaging in a unique dynamic she has requested.
Although I am a man who enjoys testing a woman’s limits, I will tease Annika rather than test her.
Wanting to indulge my desire to touch her, I run my hand lightly over her skin as I walk around the altar. I want her to be familiar with my touch before I claim her with my cock.
Her gaze follows me as I move around her, and I notice the smile playing on her lips. She is secure in her decision, and I can tell by the glint in her eyes when she glances at the crowd, she enjoys having an audience to watch her.
It is an erotic experience to have a woman so turned on about losing her virginity publicly, and I feed off her sexual energy. Grabbing her throat, I kiss her possessively and the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles.
I let her go and walk to the other side, grabbing my tool bag. Taking out the horsehair flogger, I hold it up for her to see. It is an attractive little whip with a silver handle and white horsehair. Perfect for an introduction.
Her eyes widen as she stares at it.
I enjoy knowing she is untried—that everything I do is a new experience for her.
I whip the flogger in the air so she can hear its sharp sound.
The look of trepidation in her eyes pleases me. I want to keep Annika on her toes. While she is in control of the outcome tonight, I am the one who decides the path we travel to get there, and I plan to have a little fun with her.
I catch her off guard by dragging the horsehair over her skin, tickling her with it. I spend extra time with her feet since she seems to be exceedingly sensitive there. I can tell she enjoys the exquisite torture of it.
I then move up to her head and graze the whip lightly over her ample breasts.
Her nipples contract into hard buds that prove too tempting to resist. I grab her right breast in my hand and lean down to suck on her erect nipple. I keep the suction light—for now.
I continue gliding the tail of the whip over her face, tickling her lips with it. She shivers, her breaths coming faster.
With gentle strokes, I begin swishing the whip over her skin, adding to the sensual stimulation. I have purposely avoided her pussy. I know every nerve in her body is anticipating my touch there.
I want her longing for my attention until her body begs for it.
Up to now, I have used the whip like a vanilla toy, but I want to introduce her to its alluring sting.
I grasp her throat again and growl lustfully, “Are you curious about the whip’s bite?”
Looking into my eyes, she nods.
“I will give you a taste.”
I step back and flick the flogger against her thigh, smiling when she lets out a squeal of surprise. People in the crowd respond by clapping, which seems to turn her on even more.
Now that she knows its sting, I hesitate for a moment to tease her before flicking the flogger against her other thigh. I get the same enchanting squeal.
Grinning, I tell her, “I think your nipples deserve to be teased.”
She bites her bottom lip.
Annika thought she was simply going to lose her virginity tonight, but I plan to give her a taste of sensual possibilities she has never imagined.
Annika nods hesitantly.
I flick the whip against her left nipple and her loud yelp carries across the room, attracting more people.
“Again?” I ask her.
She nods, closing her eyes in anticipation.
I admire her adventurous spirit and give her what she desires, enjoying the poignant cry that escapes her lips.
I put down the flogger to caress her full breasts, rewarding her willingness by kissing and sucking her tender nipples.
She moans passionately in response, pressing her breasts against my mouth. There is nothing like awaking a woman’s body to the intense pleasure she is capable of experiencing.
As I tease and please her nipples, I can smell her excitement and know just how wet she is getting.
I kiss her deeply, then, exploring her mouth with my tongue, wanting her to taste me before I begin…
Annika lets out a soft sigh, responding eagerly to the intimate kiss.
Knowing she enjoys being watched, I spread her legs while I continue to kiss her so the others can see her state of arousal. When I pull back from the kiss, I tell her in a low voice, “Now to taste your pussy.”
She lets out a gasp as I kneel between her legs, taking in her scent before I lick her wet pussy. I graze my finger lightly over her clit before taking my first long lick.
I growl in satisfaction, enjoying the unique taste of her.
She stiffens in response, so I spread her legs farther, burying my face between her thighs as I tease her clit with my tongue.
Annika starts whimpering softly.
I pull back for a moment and open her outer lips to admire her virginal opening. “Your pussy is beautiful,” I tell her before descending on it again.
I lick and suck her clit in a rhythmic pattern, slowly building the stimulation by taking my time. I am in no hurry.
She needs to relax to give in fully to her sensual desire.
After several minutes thoroughly enjoying myself, I am rewarded when she starts moaning loudly and her pussy lightly pulses against my tongue. Although the orgasm is short-lived, it is a promising start.
I look up from between her legs. “I want you to come again, Annika.”
Flicking her swollen clit with my tongue, I slowly draw out another, more powerful, orgasm from her.
Satisfied she is ready, I stand up and undress in front of her.
Annika looks at me lustfully, opening her arms to me as I join her on the altar. I lay on top of her, wanting to savor the feel of naked flesh against flesh
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I kiss her deeply with her wetness still on my lips and feel her body tremble beneath me.
My cock aches with the need to possess Annika. I look down at her, meeting her gaze and announce, “It’s time.”
She nods, the excitement in her eyes urging me on.
I position myself to mount her and press my cock against her virginal hole using one hand. When I notice her holding her breath, I grow still and tell her to relax.
She lets out her breath slowly.
“Embrace this moment, Annika.”
Looking into my eyes, she whispers, “Yes.”
I turn her head slightly to the side and kiss her throat, slowly increasing the pressure of my teeth as I nibble her neck to find the right spot. When I feel her respond to the bite, I sink my teeth in deeper while I forcefully thrust my cock into her, claiming her virginity.
Annika’s scream fills the air.
Cheers and whistles of celebration echo throughout the club.
I release my bite and pause for a moment, letting her body adjust to the feel of my cock buried inside her.
“Oh, my God…” she murmurs.
I watch her face closely as I push deeper into her virginal depths.
I get off on the knowledge I am the first, and I have to fight off my building orgasm while I savor the incredibly tight constriction of her pussy.
With each stroke, I push my cock in even deeper, forcing her body to conform to my need. Annika responds by wrapping her arms around me and throwing her head back.
I hunger to hear her cries of passion, so I increase the power of my strokes, challenging her body.
“Yes,” she begs. “Oh, God, yes!”
I thrust harder and growl in pleasure when I feel her nails rake my back. Changing the angle, I stroke her swollen G-spot, knowing what her body desires.
The sensations are so new to her that she instinctively fights it in the beginning. But I am relentless, wanting to claim her first orgasm during intercourse, as well. When she begins thrashing her head from side to side, I know she is close.
Annika’s passionate screams fill the air and her hips start bucking when she comes for me. The moment I feel her pussy milking my cock, I can no longer resist my own need, and start pumping into her faster.
I look into her eyes as I release my seed deep within her, unaware of everyone else as we make that intimate, primal connection as man and woman.
