Sergei: Russian Mafia Romance (Red Bratva Billionaires Book 2)

by Coco Miller

Sergei nods his head before winking to me. “Very well.”

  He leads me into another room with ceiling to floor carpeting all in red. Even the couches were red. The soft flickering of candlelight held the room in a certain majesty. All of it was sort of intimidating.

  “What is this place?” I whisper to Sergei.

  His wicked smile glints, his eyes heat, and he runs a finger through the soft stubble on his chin.

  “It’s place to have fun. Sex club.”

  What on earth? This man has a one track mind. I’ve never been to a place like this. I’ve never been anywhere, really. I am naïve when it comes to all things sexual, and he knows this now. So what is he trying to do to me? What does he expect?

  As I walk through the large red room, I almost feel like a different person. Almost like I’m on another planet. This elusive lifestyle is unlike anything I’d ever done before or even heard about before.

  I was curious.

  With Sergei’s strong hand on the small of my back, he leads me past crowds of people. Women dressed in provocative lingerie and gentlemen in suits. The men sit back on sofas as the women dance on their laps or just stand quietly next to them as they chat.

  When we reach the end of the club, a door stands before us. Sergei knocks twice, and the door swings open. We are greeted by a busty blonde in a short, black dress.

  “Privet, Mr. Isanov. So nice of you to join us. How can we help you tonight?”

  The woman is Russian, and beautiful, and it appears as if she knows Sergei well. I stand tight-lipped as they speak in hushed voices in their native tongue. I try not to let it bother me that I don’t know what they’re saying, because he does it all the time in the house with the staff. But this conversation irritates me a little more, because I know that whatever they are discussing has something to do with me.

  After a minute, she leads us down a brightly lit hallway. Numbers are on the doors in metallic emblems, and when we reach door number twenty-three, we stop.

  “Here you are, sir.” She turns the knob and holds the door for us as we step past the threshold.

  It appears as if we have just stepped into the eighteenth century. A huge, four-post bed sits in the middle of the room. A fluffy off-white comforter and pillows cover the mattress. A candelabra sits on a small table near a small window showing off the evening sky.

  “You brought me to this place to have sex with me?” I stop short of an oak armoire.

  “I could fuck you anywhere. This place offers more.” He waves his hand to showcase the armoire, and I wonder what is inside. “You will love it.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” My pulse spikes with the adrenaline coursing through me.

  “Watch.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a black, satin material. A blindfold.

  “Watch you do what?” I mutter as he steps closer to me.

  “I’m going to watch you.” He smiles. His hand holds up the blindfold. “Turn around.”

  I do as I’m told. He ties the blindfold around my eyes and then sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

  “Ow!” I yelp as his teeth feel like they broke the skin.

  “A little pain with pleasure is always desired.”

  “That’s debatable,” I quip.

  I can’t see anything, but his hands are now all over me. He unzips my dress and it quickly pools at my feet.

  I can hear his breathing pick up the moment my body is bare to him. He moves away from me and a slight shiver skates across my skin.

  A door opens off in the far corner of the room, and I cover my body.

  “Don’t cover up, kotenok.”

  “Who’s here?” I ask, listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer.

  “This is Dominic, he’ll be joining us this evening,” Sergei says as he moves me closer to the bed.

  “Privyet,” a deep voice echoes throughout the room. Another Russian. He sounds large and tough, like a man I wouldn’t ever want to encounter on the streets alone.

  “On the bed, Kai.” Sergei orders. Helping me onto the bed.

  He grabs both wrists and slides them into some sort of harness above my head. Snapped into a restraint of some kind, both of my hands are bound to the headboard together.

  “Nice,” Dominic says.

  I pull against the restraints out of instinct, unable to see anything behind the blindfold. I am scantily clothed in front of Sergei and another stranger. Fear grips me until I felt Sergei’s soft breath against my ear.

  “Trust me, my sweet kotenok.”

  His hand runs down my body and he stops right before he reaches my sweet spot. My body ignites in goosebumps as his calloused fingers remove my bra.

  “I love the black panties she has on,” Dominic says in a gruff voice, so different from Sergei’s deep refined tone.

  “What do you want to do to them?” Sergei asks him.

  “Eat them.”

  I tense briefly but then feel Sergei’s fingers massaging my breast.

  “Spread your legs, Kai.”

  I am nervous. Nope, I am scared shitless, but Sergei’s hands on my body relax me. I want to pay off my father’s debt to get out of Sergei’s house; but truthfully, I wanted to make Sergei happy in this moment. So I oblige him.

  My legs part, and I hear him suck in a breath. His stubbled chin runs along my stomach as I pulse my hips upward. Soaking my panties, I moan softly as Sergei’s hand runs along the inside of my thigh.

  I can hear Dominic step closer. Sergei’s head falls between my legs. His mouth makes contact with my lace-covered mound.

  I writhe underneath him as his hands hold me to the bed. Another set of hands jerk my knees further apart, and I feel the bed dip with Dominic surely getting on.

  Sergei runs his nose along the seam of my panties, while Dominic runs his hands up and down my thighs. My body trembles with both excitement and pleasure. I want to see what’s going on but I can’t.

  Sergei sits up and runs his hands back up to my breasts, massaging both with each hand. He tugs at my nipples as Dominic sinks his head between my legs. He sucks along my panties.

  “She smells so fucking good. Have you eaten this yet?” he asks, talking about me as if I were a piece of fruit.

  “Nyet.”

  Sergei grips my breasts harder with his fingers, leaning in close to my face.

  “I want to watch you come on his face, Kai.”

  I was upset. I wanted Sergei to be the one to make me orgasm. I wanted him to be the first to make me come, but I have no say in the matter. So again, I oblige.

  Dominic’s teeth pull my panties to the side before he licks along my slit. I have to admit it feels really good.

  “Oh fuck, her hair is red down here,” Dominic says in a rough, baritone voice. “She tastes so sweet. Like apples.”

  “Make her come hard,” Sergei growls in his heavily accented voice.

  His hands leave my body, and I can hear the sounds of his zipper going down.

  “These things need to go,” Dominic says as he yanks both sides of my panties and rips them off my body as if they were paper.

  The sting of it leaves me breathless, but then his mouth returns to my warm, wet center. My body is winding up tightly. Dominic’s relentless tongue has my body practically vibrating, but I didn’t want him to be my undoing. I want to ward off my orgasm and save it for Sergei.

  I try stilling my body, but Dominic could tell. He raises his head. “She’s fighting it.”

  Sergei leans in close to me again. “Let go, kotenok. Come for me.”

  His strong hand grasps onto my neck as his teeth nibbles on my earlobe. His grip was tight, and I fight against my restraint once again.

  “Don’t fight,” Sergei whispers into my ear. “You want first time to be good, da? Don’t fight.”

  Dominic resumes his lashing movements with his tongue. The heat in my body takes over as I moan in utter ecstasy.

  “So beautiful. That’s it, come.”

  He takes my mouth w
ith his. Tongues fighting along one another as he controls the kiss. Dominic’s unyielding mouth brings my body crashing down around me. I kept shooting off, like fireworks on the fourth of July.

  Finally Sergei releases the kiss and leans back, running his hands down my body.

  “You were right, Sergei,” Dominic says, after he licks up the last of my orgasm.

  Right about what I wonder. What has he been saying about me to this stranger.

  Sergei removes my blindfold and then moves to untie my restraints.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  I sit up, rubbing my wrists, and staring at the other man in the room.

  “Yes,” I say meekly. I didn’t really know what to say. All I know is that I want more.

  I glance at Dominic and was impressed by how good-looking he is as well. He has dark close-cropped hair, is wearing no shirt, and his muscles and tattoos are more bright and colorful than Sergei’s dark ones.

  Sergei leans in and kisses me again. So full of everything a kiss should be. Full of power, lust and meaning. I didn’t want it to end.

  “The night is only beginning, my sweet kotenok.”

  My mouth falls open, trying to comprehend his words. The night is far from over, and incredibly, I don’t want it to be.

  I want Sergei.

  Chapter Nine

  Dominic is sprawled, thighs parted, in the loveseat a few feet away from the bed. His blue eyes glaze over as he watches me. Sergei unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. His dark tattoos glow in the light of the flickering candles. He is so sexy, the epitome of what a man should be. His dark eyes catch mine, and a look of concern crosses his features.

  “Kai, eyes on me. Dom is just going to watch. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  I nod. Dominic’s intense glare rakes over my body, and my senses heighten.

  Sergei runs his fingers through his stubble and groans. “What do I want to do first? So many choices.”

  My knees fell apart. I wanted to make it easier for him. To feel his manhood pumping inside me was all I could think about.

  Images of us fucking swirl in my head, igniting my body into flames. Sergei smiles, and his hands are on me in a flash. Starting at my neck, he trails his fingers down, veering slowly to touch each breast. It feels so good when he squeezes each nipple. My hips arch when he reaches the spot between my legs. “So beautiful.”

  I glance at Dominic, his hand is pumping his shaft slowly. His dick was big, not as big as Sergei’s, but still bigger than any guy I’d ever seen before.

  He licked his lips, groaning as Sergei continues his trek to slip his fingers into my pussy.

  I was wet and ready for him. Heat burned me. A tapping in my chest from my heart consumed me.

  “Fuck her, Sergei. I bet her pussy feels as good as it tastes,” Dominic almost begs.

  Sergei wraps his dick in a condom and flips me over. “On your knees, Kai.”

  I comply with every demand he orders. My body comes alive with excitement at the thought of him inside me. It was all I dreamt about at night. My captor, my father’s boss, fucking my brains out. The only thing on my mind now is his strong dick waiting at my entrance and what it will feel like.

  With me on my knees, he licks my slit hungrily as he strokes his engorged dick behind me. Getting it ready. Getting me ready.

  “You’re soaking wet,” he growls.

  He buries his mouth even further into me as I arch my back and moan in pleasure.

  “You want me, da?”

  “Da,” I say almost angrily. Lustfully.

  He releases his mouth and starts to rub the thick tip of his dick along my center before pushing inside.

  “Oh, fuck,” he says as he slowly pushes deep past my barrier. “Your pussy is tighter than I imagined.”

  I feel completely full of Sergei. I can’t move. I don’t know how women do this. Love this.

  He slaps my ass, spreading my cheeks to allow himself to dig deeper into me.

  “Fuck!” I scream in a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure.

  “Handle this cock, Kai.” He continues to fill me up more and the slight tinge of pain seems to dissipate and is replaced with pure pleasure.

  This is what they were talking about. This is how it is supposed to feel.

  On my hands and knees he starts moving back and forth, screwing me into oblivion. I do my best to meet him thrust for thrust, but he is so dominant and I am so tight, it is difficult.

  Over my shoulder, I can see Dominic. His plump lips are open as he drags his hand faster along his dick. He is so turned on, his eyes never wavering from my body.

  Sergei’s hand reaches around and holds onto my breast, squeezing the nipple between his finger.

  “Dominic, she feels so good. You have no idea.” Sergei keeps pushing, and fondling both breasts with both hands.

  “Let me fuck her.” Dominic’s raspy voice groans out.

  “No, I own her. I paid for her. She’s mine.”

  Hearing Sergei stake claim on me turned me on. I was his and would comply with whatever he wanted.

  “I’m yours,” I whisper. “I’m yours to do as you want.”

  “Da, kotenok. You are.” He removes his hands from my breast and slaps my ass. Hard.

  The sting of it feels good with the rapid thrusting of his cock inside me. My body starts climbing.

  His other hand wraps between the pearl necklace and my skin around my neck. In another instant he flips me over, his stare pinning me to the bed. He rips the necklace off of my neck, the pearls cascading onto the floor.

  “Dominic, give her real pearl necklace.”

  There is a wicked glint in Sergei’s dark eyes. Dominic rises from the chair and moves closer.

  Sergei repositions our bodies to where my head dangles very close to the edge of the bed. My hair falling to the floor as Dominic stands over me, his balls slapping my forehead.

  “Come all over her,” Sergei says as he keeps thundering his dick inside my tight walls.

  “How’s it feel having two guys fantasizing about and fucking your sweet pussy?” Dominic asks.

  I am so turned on, knowing I can bring these two men to their ultimate pleasure.

  Dominic comes first, shooting his warm cum all over my neck and breasts. My inner core tightens as Sergei squeezes my clit with both fingers.

  “Come, Kai.”

  I let loose and a powerful orgasm slams through me, igniting and dulling my senses all at once.

  Sergei keeps pushing, stringing a long strand of Russian curse words together before his bliss hits him. As soon as Sergei comes down from his epic high he glances over to Dominic.

  “Leave us.”

  Dominic does as he’s told after kissing me on the cheek.

  “Spasiba.” Thank you.

  I was spent, lying in a mixture of Sergei and Dominic’s release. I sit up, startled at the bit of blood on the sheets, and Sergei grabs my hand.

  “Follow me,” he says as we leave the bed.

  He leads me to an en suite bathroom and turned on the water to the shower. I step under the hot spray as Sergei leaves the room. I clean my body, paying special attention to my vagina. It’s sore and sticky.

  Sergei returns back into the bathroom with something in his hands.

  “Did you like turning Dominic on?”

  I smile coyly as he steps into the shower.

  “Yes.”

  “You’ll be punished for turning him on. On your knees.”

  I lower my body, my gaze meeting his trusting eyes. Silently, I beg for his forgiveness even though I shouldn’t have to. Bringing Dominic in the room was all his idea.

  He binds my hands behind my back as the water rains down on us. His cock grows as he pumps it gently in his hand.

  “You’re mine. No other man can have you,” he says as his dick gains length. “Remember that.”

  His other hand fist into my wet hair as he strokes his shaft. “How did it feel havin
g him come all over you?”

  “I hated it,” I say lying, not really sure what he wants me to say.

  “Good girl. Only I turn you on. You only come for me, da?”

  I nod my head yes, his dick extremely close to my lips. I stick out my tongue, trying desperately to taste him.

  “Nyet, Kai. Do you think you deserve my cock after you turned another man on?”

  I shake my head back and forth. The rope digging into my wrists as I fight against it.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Louder.”

  I shout my apology as he runs his member against my cheek.

  “Fuck, Kai. Your pussy was better than I thought it would be. So tight. So inexperienced. So good.”

  My body tingles from head to toe. The heat of the water does nothing to cool the shivers running through me.

  “Let me make it up to you.”

  “I’m going to come all over you. You’re mine.” His voice wavers as he pumped his dick harder.

  I open my mouth, begging for it.

  He pushes the tip into my mouth and drags it along my tongue. His grip in my hair clings tighter as he moans.

  “No other man will ever touch what’s mine. You get that? Your body belongs to me.”

  I wanted him. I don’t honestly care what happened between him and my father. I know that Sergei will never hurt me. I trust him, and I want to be his. Debt or no debt.

  The way he looks naked, on display for me to study, has me watching every tick of his muscles. The tattoos covering his skin are a tribal art piece that makes me want to lick my tongue all over it. He is my own living piece of artwork, and I never want to look away. My fear of this actually ending surfaces, and Sergei lets go of my hair as if he can sense it. His other hand, pumping his dick, never slows.

  I slide my fingers in between my folds and stroke my clit as my eyes lower to watch him. With his other hand he lifts my chin to gaze into my eyes. I am so close to coming undone. I can feel it building. It seems that each orgasm I have is better than the next. But on my knees, pleasuring the one man I wish to, is going to be monumental. This man knows how to work me body and soul.

  My body explodes, my orgasm rolling like a thunderous wave. He comes right after me, repeating my name like prayer, and holding me as we both pass out.