by Zoe Blake
I flipped her body around till she was facing the wall. Lifting her skirt, I gave her bare ass several slaps with the open palm of my hand. Her creamy skin was still tinged a faint pink from my earlier punishment. I turned it into a deeper blush.
With her body trapped, I nestled my erect cock against her lower back. “I’m tiring of telling you that your plans have changed, malen’kaya kukla. You’re mine now. Only I decide when we are done.”
Chapter 8
Dylan
I squirmed in his grasp, which only seemed to make his cock harder. “You’re a monster!”
He chuckled. Pushing my hair aside, he kissed the back of my neck. I couldn’t contain my sharp intake of breath the moment his lips touched the sensitive skin there.
“I’ve been called much worse by people who were far less pretty than you, my little doll.”
“Please,” I begged. “You’re crushing me.”
After a moment’s hesitation, probably just to prove his point, Ivan released me. I scurried to the other side of the room, which unfortunately was only about two steps for him, but at least there was some space between us. My ass was on fire. Waves of heat coursed down my spine and around my middle to pool between my legs.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?
I mean, sure, I liked the Fifty Shades movies, what woman didn’t, but punishment kink was not my thing. Not to mention Ivan was the worst sort of murdering criminal. I didn’t have to come from a criminal family to know that no one, and I mean no one, fucked with the Russians. Everyone knew they were violent as hell and batshit crazy, which made the fact that my uncle involved me in this that much more egregious.
Trying to calm my racing heart, I pulled on the leather strap for the Murphy bed. It hit the floor between us with a loud thud. The movement sent scores of hundred-dollar bills flying into the air. I jumped up and snatched at several. As they floated to the floor, I got on my knees and crawled around the bed, crushing the crisp bills in my fist as I collected them.
I stopped when a pair of polished black shoes appeared before me. I leaned back on my hips and looked up—way up, into Ivan’s stony expression. Before I could fall back, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me closer. I was on my knees before the Russian savage, only inches from his still-erect shaft.
The only sound in the room was Ivan’s angry breathing. His sharp, angular jaw twisted to the left, then to the right as he glared down at me. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and controlled. It terrified the hell out of me. “Do you mean to tell me you hid five hundred thousand dollars on top of this flimsy bed behind a door with nothing more than a thin chain lock?”
I hated how weak my voice sounded when I replied, “What was I supposed to do? There was no place else to hide it.”
He strengthened his grip on my hair with his left hand as he undid his belt buckle with his right. “You place it in a safe deposit box at a bank or in a safe or under the goddamn floorboards, but you don’t fucking leave it out for any fucking piece of shit thief in the neighborhood to come find it—and you. Do you have any fucking idea what a fucking lowlife would have done to you if they found you with this money? Chert voz’mi, chert voz’mi, Dylan!”
It was almost as if he was angrier about my lack of safety than the money, which was impossible.
He whipped his belt free.
My eyes teared up. “Please don’t punish me again. I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to think. I didn’t know my uncle was sending me this money. I’m not part of any of this.”
Ivan tilted his head and gazed at the ceiling as he inhaled one long breath, then slowly let it out. Looking back down at me, he undid the button on his suit pants and lowered the zipper. “I’m very angry right now. And when I’m angry, someone either gets killed or fucked.” He pulled his cock free and fisted the long, thick length. “Since I have no interest in killing you—”
I shook my head. “No! This isn’t fair! None of this is my fault.”
He pulled me back by my hair till my shoulder blades hit the side of the bed. He then widened his stance and positioned his feet on either side of my hips. “I’m tired of your talking. Open your mouth.”
I fired back through clenched teeth, “Put that thing in my mouth and I’ll bite it.”
He leaned forward. The massive, bulbous head of his cock was less than an inch from my lips. “Do it and see what happens.”
My vision blurred with tears. I was defeated. Knowing I had no choice but to obey, I opened my mouth.
“Wider,” he barked as he pulled my hair.
Startled, I gasped. He thrust in. His shaft pushed my tongue down as he slid into my mouth. My nails dug into his upper thighs as I tried to pull my head back. He tightened his grasp on my hair and forced my head forward. Against my will, my mouth was pushed down on his thick length. I gagged and choked. Desperate, I inhaled through my nose, taking in the musky scent of his skin.
His cock pushed at the back of my throat. I choked as spittle dribbled out of the corners of my mouth. He thrust his hips again and again, each time pushing deeper and deeper. My throat burned and my jaw ached.
“Open your throat. Stop fighting me.”
The tight ring of muscle at the back of my throat gave out. This time, when Ivan thrust forward, his cock slipped down my throat.
“That’s my girl, take it deep.”
A sick feeling of pride at his dark praise twisted my stomach.
He palmed the back of my head and pushed me forward. I clawed at his pants but couldn’t break free. Inch by inch, I swallowed his massive cock, cutting off my air. My lips stretched around his thick girth as I struggled to breathe. The tip of my nose touched his muscled abdomen. My throat was on fire. He held me there for several seconds. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I screamed, the sound nothing more than a weak whimper.
He snatched at my hand and placed it around my throat. I could feel the thick ridge of his shaft through the delicate skin. It didn’t seem physically possible for him to have shoved his cock in that deep. He pulled free before I saw stars burst behind my eyelids.
I leaned my forehead against his crotch as I choked in gasps of air.
“Please, I can’t take any more,” I begged.
He pulled on my hair. My head tilted all the way back until I was leaning the base of my skull against the mattress. He shifted forward. “You’re not finished yet.”
He thrust in deep. Trapping me between the bed and his hips, he used my mouth for his own pleasure. I was helpless to stop him. There was something so wrong and yet exciting in an unbelievably twisted way about what he was doing to me. To have my body so ruthlessly used should not be turning me on. I couldn’t help it. He was just so strong and overpowering. Everything about the man was raw and primal. He was a savage, only concerned with his base needs.
His body stiffened as his thrusts slowed. Pulling back, he rested the head of his cock just past my lips. “Don’t swallow,” he growled before thick streams of warm come coated my tongue and the back of my throat.
Too scared to do otherwise, I obeyed.
He pulled free. He wrapped his hand around my jaw and forced my mouth open. His come stayed pooled in the center of my tongue as I struggled not to choke on it. Ivan leaned down and placed his hands under my arms. He shifted my body up and back till I was lying on the bed and on top of the stacks of money.
He flipped my skirt up. Placing his warm hand between my legs, he teased my pussy with the tip of his finger. “I want my come to melt slowly on your tongue as I feast on your body.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Unable to speak, I vigorously shook my head as I gripped my skirt and forced it between my legs. I didn’t want him to know—didn’t want him to learn my shame.
His large hands rested on my upraised knees, forcing them open. Now it was his turn to kneel before me. He swiped his tongue along the seam of my pussy. I watched in horror as his piercing gaze captured mine as he licked his lips. “So
sweet and wet.”
My head fell back onto the mattress. He flicked his tongue in a slow, deliberate rhythm over my clit as he pushed first one, then two fingers deep inside of me. My pussy was still sore from his last finger fucking, but the sting of pain only heightened my pleasure. I grasped at handfuls of cash. As the salty cream of his come slipped down my throat, my hips writhed on the bed as an orgasm overtook me. I’d never come that fast in my life, not even with a vibrator. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t ignore the brutal truth. It was his rough manhandling of me as he forced me to deep-throat his cock that had brought on the fierce orgasm.
He rose and towered over me as he slipped his still semi-hard cock back into his pants and raised the zipper. I leaned up on my elbows as he buckled his belt. The heat of his touch had faded. I was now cold and exposed. Looking down at the wrinkled cash beneath me, I felt like a whore. I had just let a violent stranger face and finger fuck me on a pile of dirty money.
Keeping my gaze averted, I climbed off the bed and raced to the bathroom, groaning in frustration when I realized I couldn’t open the door with the bed still down. Ivan stepped up behind me. I could feel the warmth radiating off his body and it took all I had not to turn around and curl up in his arms. This wasn’t the type of man anyone should turn to for comfort, and I would do well to remember that.
He kissed the top of my head. “Allow me.”
Allow me. It sounded like such a polite, gentlemanly thing to say. The phrase was completely out of place, given the moment.
He shifted. Without turning, I could hear the metal springs of my Murphy bed groan and squeak as he raised it back against the wall. I swung the bathroom door open and stepped inside. I turned to slam it shut, but Ivan’s body was blocking the way.
He cupped my face. “My poor little baby doll, why do you keep making me hurt you? This would be so much easier if you simply accepted what is happening.”
I tasted blood as I bit my lower lip to keep from speaking.
“I have business to attend to. Be ready at eight when I return.”
He backed away from the door and I slammed it shut before leaning against it. I listened to the sounds of him lowering the bed and gathering up the money, then the sounds of the bed being raised back up and my apartment door opening and softly closing.
He was gone, but I knew he’d be back.
Chapter 9
Dylan
After I was certain he was gone, I stripped out of my wrinkled clothes and reached to turn on my shower, groaning when the knob came off again. Wrapping my faded blue beach towel with the pink flamingos on it around my body, I paused at my reflection in the mirror. My lips were swollen and red, with no trace of the pink glittery gloss I had applied just a few hours before. Dark trails of black streaked down my cheeks where my mascara had run. I ran the edges of my fingers under my eyes to remove all traces of my tears. I then cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out.
My studio apartment was quiet and still. All evidence of the money was gone.
Stepping into the room, I crossed to my front door and eased it open only a couple of inches. After making sure the hallway was empty, I ran across and banged on Carinna’s door.
Her bartending shift didn’t start till later, so she was probably home since I knew she didn’t have class today. Like me, she was trying to make something of herself without any help from her family. She was currently enrolled in the same community college I went to, in their culinary baking and pastry arts program.
I tapped my foot and looked up and down the hallway while I waited for her to answer. Funny thing was I had probably run across this hallway in just a towel over a thousand times since we met and became best friends. Usually it was to use her shower when the hot water knob on mine broke, which was often, or to borrow an outfit. Never once really caring who saw me, but now all I could think about was how pissed off Ivan would be if he knew what I was doing right now.
Thoughts of how pissed off he would be… and thoughts of his belt.
His big powerful hands gripping that thick leather belt of his. And how he would fold it in two and snap it together as a warning before he ordered me onto my knees and flipped my skirt up, exposing my—
Carinna’s door swung open. Her mass of curly hair was held back only by the sleep mask she had pushed past her forehead when she got up to answer the door. “How did the open house go?” she asked as she stifled a yawn.
I sprinted inside and slammed the door shut, ignoring Carinna’s raised eyebrow when I also locked it.
Her apartment was larger than mine since it was a one bedroom and not just a studio, so it was where we usually hung out rather than in my cramped quarters.
Turning toward her, I said, “I’ll tell you all about it, but first I need to use your shower. I want to drown myself in hot water and soap right now.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Ew, was Larry that gross today?” Carinna crossed to the open kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. She gestured with her head. “Bathroom’s all yours.”
I made my way through her bedroom to the bathroom, tossing a quick ”You’re the best,” over my shoulder.
I turned the water to as hot as I could stand and stepped under the stream. I hissed the moment the water hit my backside. Hot prickly stings raced over my skin. Vivid memories of Ivan’s punishing hands and belt made my toes curl. Forcing him from my mind, I crouched down and let the water slide over my back. Slowly, the heat soothed my tense muscles. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair before reaching for the shampoo.
Thoughts of Ivan returned. What the hell was I going to do?
Obviously, I couldn’t meet with him again. I would just have to avoid him as best I could till he left the country. That shouldn’t be too hard. I rinsed out the shampoo and reached for the conditioner. As I squirted the thick white liquid into my palm, I thought of Ivan’s—no! Stop that.
I finished my shower and emerged to the rich, earthy scent of freshly brewed coffee. Glancing at Carinna’s nightstand clock, it shocked me to realize it was barely nine-thirty in the morning. Larry liked super early open houses to catch people before they left for work. Even so, I couldn't believe it was still only morning. It was as if I had lived two torturous lifetimes since waking up just a few hours ago, one before Ivan came into my life and one after.
I accepted a mug of coffee, already sweetened with cream and sugar. Like me, Carinna used the crappy powdered stuff to save money.
Carinna took a sip of hers. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on? Did Larry try something at the open house today?”
I sighed. “I don’t think I can tell you. I don’t want to get you involved in my problems.”
Carinna’s nose wrinkled. She went to push a hand through her curls, but it snagged on the eye mask. She wrenched it from her head. “Is it your piece of shit family again? You know I have your back if it is.”
Carinna knew all about my family. Once or twice over the last few years, either one of my uncles or my aunt would appear out of nowhere, banging on my door demanding money or my help with some scheme or other. It was even worse when they sent my creepy cousin Justin. The way he looked at me made my skin crawl. It had been that way since I was a little girl. There was something seriously twisted and wrong with the guy.
I stirred my coffee and then tapped the bowl of the spoon against the counter in a furious cadence. I didn’t even realize I was doing it till Carinna laid her hand over mine. Dropping the spoon, I spoke. “Of course this is about my piece of shit family. It’s always about them, except this time it’s bad. Really bad.”
Carinna cupped her mug and leaned her elbows on the counter. “Tell me. Together we’ll figure it out.”
“My uncle sent me five hundred thousand dollars in cash from Russia. He expected me to hide it till my other uncle could retrieve it.”
Her jaw dropped. “Holy shit!”
“I know.”
“Holy shit!”
“I know!”
“Are you saying there’s five hundred thousand dollars in cash in your apartment right now? I want to see it!”
“No.”
Carinna bounced up and down on her toes. “Come on! I won’t take any. I just want to see it—and maybe roll around on top of it for a few minutes and take a few selfies.”
“You can’t see it because it’s gone.”
“Your uncle came already?”
I picked up the spoon handle, then dropped it again. I snatched at a curl and twisted it around my index finger. “Not… exactly.”
“Dylan Marie Prescott, spill it.”
My cheeks flamed. Carinna was my best friend, like share the same clothes, ride or die, synced periods best friend. I had no secrets from her and yet I hesitated to tell her about Ivan. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to judge me.”
“I would never judge you.”
“You haven’t heard what I’ve done.”
“It’s probably not nearly as bad as you are making it out to be. As much as I love you deeply, you are a straight as an arrow prude.” She ticked off each item on her fingers. “Number one, I know you’d never do something illegal. Two, I also know you wouldn’t go to the police in a million years. Three, you’d also do anything to teach your family a lesson. I know! Did you donate the whole thing to a charity?”
My blush crept down my neck and chest. “No, although in my defense, that was going to be part of my plan.”
Her eyes lit up. “Ooohhhh… you did something dirty, didn’t you?”
“What makes you think it’s dirty?”
She waved her hand in front of me. “If you blush any hotter, you’ll burst into flames.”
I inhaled deeply. “It all started at the open house—”
“Wait!” She turned and opened a nearby cabinet. Pulling free a bottle of Jameson Whiskey, she unscrewed the cap and poured a generous amount into both of our coffees. “I have a feeling we’re going to need these to be Irish for this.”
