Sold To The Russian

by Isabella Laase

  “You aren’t going to need the bra and panties,” he said with a sigh. “I told you to put on the dress, nothing else. Get moving, or we’ll start this evening with my unhappiness.”

  Her face fell for a long few seconds before she burst into another wide smile, scurrying from the room as fast as she could. While she puttered around their bathroom, he changed into a white dress shirt with sharp creases and expensive charcoal-gray slacks. Some doms preferred leather and chains, but, in his world, polished sophistication sent a better power message than hot, stuffy leather.

  Convinced that she wouldn’t meet his timetable, his palm itched slightly in anticipation of taking her over his knee for a pre-scene warm-up, but she was at the front door with almost two minutes to spare. “Stunning,” he said, kissing the back of her hand. “You are going to be the most beautiful woman there, Zoya.”

  A freeze warning was in effect and the chilly night air was refreshing as the changing seasons prepared to embrace the snow and stormy nor’easters that kept coastal New Yorkers inside for days. She started the ride chattering with excitement, but by the time they’d pulled into the crowded parking lot, she’d grown unnaturally quiet. Holding her car door open, he held out his hand, snapping his fingers when she didn’t move fast enough.

  “I could kill Galena right now,” she muttered, still sitting in the car and staring at the mansion. “Maybe this was a terrible idea.”

  “Come,” he demanded more firmly. “We both know that you want to do this, so don’t stop now unless you’re prepared to make me angry.”

  “Why do you have to be so damned intuitive?” she muttered, taking his hand. “You really don’t need to read my mind, you know.”

  “Get all of that sass out of your system now, little girl,” he said with a chuckle as she stood. “Because the moment we walk in that door, you’d better find all of that respect and submission that you’ve been storing up. You have no idea what’s waiting for you.”

  Framed by the subtle lighting from conveniently placed wall sconces, the party was going strong with a live band playing soft jazz at the south end of the living room. An elegantly uniformed wait staff wandered the first floor with trays of classic appetizers and tall crystal goblets filled with champagne. From the entrance hall, she stared open-mouthed at the rooms brimming with scantily clad and fully naked, masked submissives and their doms who wore every attire imaginable from black tuxedos to the traditional sleek leather pants.

  Pavel took the light cape that she’d worn over her dress, leaning in to kiss the back of her neck before handing her wrap to the attendant. With wide eyes, she stayed frozen in place while he fastened the red and black bracelets on her wrists, the first declaring her off limits to any touching by another dom and the second identifying her as taken by a master. She’d provide an excellent show for the others to watch, but she was his, at least for tonight.

  Zoya relaxed slightly when Galena and Liam came to the entrance hall to greet them. Her thin, attractive nudity on display, Galena wore a mask similar to the one still clenched in Zoya’s hand. “Oh, my God!” exclaimed Galena happily, wrapping herself in Zoya’s embrace. “I’m so glad that you came! I told you that dress would come in handy, you look amazing.”

  With an arched eyebrow, Liam snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor, and Galena immediately dropped to her knees next to her master’s feet. “She isn’t supposed to be talking,” said Liam dryly. “But she’s having some trouble remembering that, so we’ll be going downstairs to further cement that lesson.” The green bracelet on her wrist made it clear that she was available for a different dom’s touch, but her black bracelet paired her to Liam. He’d have the ultimate authority over who played with her, but there were sure to be plenty of doms who would ask.

  Turning to Zoya, Pavel said, “Take the dress off and stow it in the cabinet. You wouldn’t want to look different from everybody else on your first big night, would you?”

  “Uh…” Zoya said nervously. “I think… I think that…” She met Galena’s eye, but Galena looked away with a guilty expression.

  “What am I missing here, girls?” he asked dangerously. “Are you having second thoughts? Because now is the time to tell me, and we can leave without any consequences.”

  “Nooo,” drawled Zoya hesitantly. “I mean, well…” Growing more impatient, he snapped his fingers before Zoya took a deep breath. “Well, before I take my dress off, I should probably tell you that I kind of got a tattoo, Pavel.”

  “A what?” he asked, floored.

  “Yeah,” she said uncomfortably. “A tattoo. It’s not a big one, just a little rose on my butt.”

  Pavel turned her around and lifted her dress to find a red rose on her right cheek. “It’s already healed!” he thundered. “When the fuck did you get that?”

  “About, I don’t know,” she drawled tentatively. “A few weeks ago?”

  Liam laughed, pulling Galena from her feet and turning her around to pat her ass. “That’s adorable. Look, Pavel, they have matching tattoos.” When Pavel turned to him with a glare, he quickly added, “Come on, Galena. I think they need a little alone time.” He looked around the crowded space. “Okay, a little private time in a crowded, kinky BDSM club scene. Text me if there’s something to watch, Pavel. This could be fun.”

  He took Galena’s hand and led her to the winding staircase as Galena shouted over her shoulder, “Don’t let her blame me, Pavel! I told her to tell you weeks ago!” A sharp spank quickly followed, and Galena’s squeal was the last thing he heard before they disappeared to the basement.

  Using a little spit on his thumb to rub along her design, Pavel returned to his latest problem. “It’s real,” he summarized incredulously. “You’re trying to say that you’ve had a tattoo for weeks, and I never noticed it? That’s impossible.”

  “Well, it’s not very big,” she said with a frown. “And you really are kind of a boob man, you know. It’s not my fault that you like me on my back. Besides, when the boys were at the house, we lived a very a chaste, suburban vanilla life and that bought me four days alone since you didn’t take them back to the she-bitch until Tuesday. You haven’t really done anything, you know, kinky, since before you got shot.”

  He continued to be confused, reviewing every time he’d taken her since he’d last seen her fully naked… and in good light. “Those things aren’t cheap. I would have noticed a receipt to a tattoo parlor. How did you even pay for this?”

  “That,” she said with her brow creased, “you see, is kind of a problem. It was a really long time ago and a lot has happened since then. I don’t really remember how I paid for it.” She paused for a second before adding, “Sir.”

  Pavel stopped thundering as the thought occurred to him he was being set up by his submissive. In the middle of one of the kinkiest parties of the year. At a BDSM dungeon. With an array of toys, whips, floggers, and other equipment just waiting to torture a naughty, disobedient sub, like the kind who got tattoos without their master’s permission.

  “Let’s go, Zoya,” he said dryly, unzipping her dress to pull over her head. “We’ll see how long it takes to wipe that grin off of your face.”

  Pavel led her down the winding staircase to retrieve his cloth bag of equipment from the storage locker, but they faced a line of couples waiting for their turn in one of the rooms. Desperately wishing she’d negotiated a scantily clad costume instead of showing up nude, she still breathed a little easier with the knowledge that the day of reckoning might be postponed when a blond dom wearing leather and chains said, “Pavel, it’s good to see you. I think that they’re just finishing up in the south dungeon if you’d like to go ahead of us.”

  “That’s really not necessary…” she started to insist, but Pavel grabbed her by the wrist, nodding his acknowledgement to the overly polite young man.

  The dark, private dungeon was just as frightening as the previous one they’d explored, and she quickly rethought her taunting. “I’m really sorry
that I didn’t tell you before,” she said, pulling against his iron-clad grasp. “I didn’t plan on getting one, and it all happened so fast. I was just going to watch Galena get hers, but it turned out so great that I couldn’t stop myself.”

  “Did you know that you ramble when you get nervous?” he asked, pushing her toward the large wooden frame in the center of the room. “It’s a little annoying, so if I were you, I’d stop talking because you don’t want to piss me off any further.”

  Lifting her hands above her head, he fastened each wrist into the cuffs attached to the header before nudging her inner thighs apart to chain her ankles to the floor. “Do you know what I love about this piece of equipment?” he asked, rubbing his hand across the rose tattoo. “I can play with your breasts and beat your ass at the same time, because, you know, even though I’ve been told that I’m a boob man, I do love a red ass.” Sliding his hand across her bottom, he chuckled as his finger poked uncomfortably at her tight hole. “It’s a very good thing that we’ve done some work spreading that ass of yours because tonight will be a wonderful memory when you take my cock.”

  “I… I…” she stuttered, pulling at her restraints. “Really, Pavel. I didn’t mean anything by the tattoo. I was going to tell you and—”

  “Little girl,” he interrupted with a sigh. “This has nothing to do with that beautiful piece of ink and everything to do with your submission. You are my slave, and I am your master. You don’t breathe without me telling you to do so. And now, tell me where you got the money.”

  Her pussy constricted with a unique combination of fear and need, igniting her arousal to a quick frenzy. With no warning, the flat of his huge hand connected to her bottom, awakening her wet response as she squealed. His spanks circled her ass from different angles and intensity, allowing no time to adjust to the pain before the next one fell.

  “These are just warm-ups,” he said as he continued to spank her. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out. She didn’t want to win this battle, but she didn’t want to lose either. “If you’d like to tell me how you paid for this, I’ll limit your punishment to something that will allow you to sit comfortably by, let’s say, next weekend at the longest.”

  “I’m fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “But maybe I should have gotten a matching tat on my shoulder.”

  Rubbing a little salt into his wounds may not have been the brightest idea, but he stopped her spanking to massage some of the heat into her skin. “Let’s get started on this little interrogation,” he said, walking to the canvas duffle bag resting on the floor behind her.

  “Wait,” she said, as she twisted in a vain attempt to see what he was doing. He returned to her side with a long electric handle and a glass tube with a four-inch wide disk. With her mouth wide open, she watched in horror as he assembled the contraption and plugged it into an extension cord with a foot pedal. His grin could only be described as sadistic.

  “What is that?” she spat venomously, but it was clearly the wrong tone to use when tied naked to a wooden frame. He lowered the glowing, red-colored glass close to her bottom, and the small arc bit her spanked skin. “Ow,” she snapped. “Don’t do that!”

  The pain was actually negligible, but she couldn’t come up with any other word to describe the overwhelming defenseless feeling that followed his latest toy.

  “That didn’t hurt, little girl,” he said. “We both know that.” He moved the wand closer a second time, leaving another tiny nip at her opposite butt cheek. “What do you think about this one?”

  “I… I don’t know,” she said, still desperately trying to wiggle away from him. “I don’t think it hurts.”

  “Don’t be too disappointed, because I’m just getting started.” Continuing to torment her, he moved across her breasts and between her thighs, but as she adjusted her expectations, the effect felt more like tiny, warm champagne bubbles tickling her skin with the perfect amount of bite. He stopped to adjust the settings, and she braced herself against the sound of his machine that reminded her of the electric bug zappers that Galena’s family sold in their shop.

  “Wait,” she said nervously, not at all sure she wanted to be the insect at the other end of his wand.

  “Where would be the fun in that?” he murmured, connecting with the back of her upper thighs. Before she could object, he’d attacked her two, three, four times, down each of her legs and across her butt.

  “Ow!” she shouted. “That really hurts! Stop that!”

  “You can take so much more than that,” he said, as he moved the glass to tap her inner thighs, connecting close enough to her sex to stimulate her clit and another shriek. “Otherwise, you’d be giving up your secrets right now, so I’ll just store those disrespectful demands for my retribution during round two.”

  He ran his hand through her channel where the iridescent wet response had filled her pussy. “It’s not the pain that you enjoy, little girl, it’s what comes next. You love this feeling, right now. Your brain is on overload, releasing all of those endorphins telling you that your body is reaching its limit and seeking your climax. Those are the same endorphins that make all of this wet need for me to play with.”

  Making his point, he manipulated his index finger into her emptiness until she groaned, grinding against his hand to encourage him to enter even deeper. “These are amazing toys for pain sluts,” he said, removing the attachment and replacing it with a thinner, pointier piece that looked frighteningly like a glass dental tool. “Many subs mistakenly believe that a smaller attachment is less painful, but I’m guessing you understand that’s not true.”

  Pavel came closer until all she could see was the frightening neon-blue tube. “Do you want to tell me now, Zoya? Before we experiment with this next level of… let’s call it ‘discomfort’? How did you pay for the tattoo?”

  “It’s not really that bad, is it? Sir? I mean, it’s just a little shock, right?”

  “There’s only one way to find out, pet. Tell me now or you will receive four of these little corrections. That way you can compare each one to the next and decide for yourself if your hard-headedness has been worth all of this fuss. Remember, you’ll never keep a secret from me.”

  “I… I think… I don’t think…” The tiny glass knob connected to her butt cheek, sending a spark like she’d touched the television set after running across the living room rug in her socks. “Ouch, that hurt,” she groaned, cringing openly. He delivered three more before the pain from the previous one fully dissipated.

  “Now,” he whispered, straddling her thigh from behind, his breath warming the back of her neck. “I think it’s time you started talking.” Grabbing her breasts with his huge hands, he pulled, twisting her nipples to a sharp peak and pinching the sensitive nubs until they ached. She closed her eyes to try to force more air into her lungs, but the glass wand returned to her sensitive inner thighs, bringing all of the sensations together as one.

  “Galena gave me the money,” she whispered.

  Pavel chuckled, patting her on the ass. “You held out for a long time, little girl.” Leaving her restrained, he dialed a number on his cell phone. “Liam, could you please bring your submissive’s ass into the last dungeon on the left?”

  Almost immediately, his cousin dragged Galena’s naked, reluctant self into the room. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, but Zoya closed her eyes as though that would hide her from her latest audience while the unfilled ache between her legs continued to pulse.

  Liam looked at the glowing electric wand and laughed. “Damn, Pavel. I wish I’d been here to see that!”

  “Apparently,” said Pavel, “Galena paid for Zoya’s tattoo, which sort of makes it hers, doesn’t it? So, one of them is going to take five strokes of my cane, but my dilemma is, which one of these beautiful asses do you think it should be? Your sub’s or mine?”

  “I… it wasn’t my fault, Pavel,” Galena insisted as Zoya opened her eyes to glare at her betrayer. “Zoya said she’d pay me back.
And I didn’t really pay for it because, you know, it’s on my credit card, and I haven’t paid the balance off in years.”

  “First,” said Liam, rubbing his forehead. “Let me assure you that we’re going to start regular sessions down here that deal with personal financial responsibilities, and second, how about we see which one comes first? We’ll back them ass to ass to the frame and have some fun. The first one who orgasms takes the whipping.”

  The girls stared at him, but the evil glint in Pavel’s eyes far out-shadowed Liam’s. “I have a better idea,” Pavel said, handing Galena the vibrator. “If Galena can make Zoya come, Zoya takes the cane. If Zoya can hold out for ten minutes, Galena takes the punishment.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair,” said Zoya. “That puts everything on me.”

  “You squealed,” snapped Galena, pointing her finger at her chest. “You should be taking all of this, and I should be upstairs drinking champagne.”

  “What’s it going to be, Zoya?” asked Pavel. “Do you want to try to pass this punishment to your co-conspirator? Your only other option is to take the cane yourself, and I should probably warn you that it hurts. A lot.”

  Presented with two impossible choices, she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “Fine. She can try, but I’m made of stronger stuff than that.”

  “You have ten minutes, Galena,” said Pavel. “Starting now.”

  “No,” Galena insisted, trying to hand Liam the vibrator. “You do it. I can’t make another woman orgasm.”

  “True sensuality isn’t related to sexual identity,” said Pavel, running his hand across Zoya’s vulva. “She’ll come with a little pressure to her clit, no matter who gives it to her, but if you want to be sure, rub her nipples until they get hard and stroke her channel. She loves it.”

  “Wait,” insisted Zoya, pulling at her cuffs. “Whose side are you on anyway?”

  Galena hesitated, but when Pavel pulled his long bamboo cane out of his bag, she sighed. “Sorry, girlfriend. Fucking come for me like a good little girl so you can take that whipping. I told my dom that I had a tattoo the first night I got it.”