Chapter 6
6
VIKTOR
I ’m an animal caught in a cage. Not a literal one, but this room is like one, dark and suffocating. Fuck. Fuck. What’s he going to do to me?
“Why did you buy this club? Tell me the truth.”
He chuckles as he stalks toward me, my vision narrowing imperceptibly until it’s just him I see.
“Because I could.”
“I heard you bought it three years ago. After that night…”
He reaches out and grabs my pecs, squeezing them roughly, making all cohesive thoughts flee my mind.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“Look at these tits,” he says and then pinches my nipples almost painfully. A gasp leaves my mouth and I arch up into his touch. I hate that I like this. That I want more.
The way he speaks to me is even worse. It has my heart rate elevating and as much as I tell myself to take a step back, I can’t. I’m rooted in place .
I’ve moved past pathetic and am now just plain desperate.
Luca chuckles and reaches down, and with a flick of his wrist, he rips my panties off. I bite my bottom lip at the sting of the fabric being pulled from my skin, and my lashes flutter when I catch his eyes tracking across my chest and down to my leaking cock, which is still hard and pressed out from my body.
His gaze lingers there for a long, drawn-out moment before he moves to a cabinet against the wall. I know what’s in there. Toys. A variety of them. I’ve been here when they’ve been used on me. Everything from plugs to whips to wax.
What’s he going to use on me? What’s my punishment going to be?
Not knowing excites me.
Thrills me.
Luca returns a minute later, something clutched in his hand, and when he stops in front of me, I force myself to meet his glittering gaze.
His lips twitch as he takes a step closer and produces a silicone cock ring in the palm of his hand.
Oh fuck.
His fingers drag down my stomach before wrapping around my already sensitive dick and sliding it on, pulling it over my balls, and creating pressure at the base of my cock.
“I could leave,” I hiss, and he grins sadistically. “I could.”
“You fucking won’t. You’re too much of a slut to do that. You want whatever I’m going to give you.”
“I hate you.”
“And you love this.”
With that, he spins me around, walking me toward the bed on the opposite side of the room. And I go willingly, much to my displeasure.
“Feet on the floor, hands on the bed,” he says, and I fight back slightly, mostly for the shred of self-respect I have left inside of me, but am overpowered by him as he pushes me onto the bed, my legs dangling off the side, my face smashed into the mattress. “Always fucking fighting,” he growls as his hand lands on my ass cheek with a crack. I let out a small exhale at the sensation pulsing through my skin.
Fuck, I love being spanked. I want my ass red. I want to feel it for days.
“Look at that,” he says as his finger brushes against the plug I put in my ass before I left. He pushes against it, and I groan. “You want so badly to be fucked. But you won’t come. Not until I say you can. And it’s going to be only me who gets you off. No one else. Understand?”
“I—fuck—you,” I murmur, wishing I had something better to say, but I don’t. I’ve got nothing. He’s right. I want to be fucked so badly. I want him to use me. I need this. I fucking need it.
Luca says nothing, just adjusts my feet on the floor, kicking them apart, until I’m spread wide, face and chest still smashed into the mattress. Then he grabs my arms and wrenches them behind my back, securing them with some kind of rope.
I try to free myself, but the ties are secure. Goddamnit, I should have left when I had the chance. He slides his hand under me, across my stomach, and down to my cock, pulling it out and down, so it’s perpendicular to the floor. I’m fully exposed now. He can see everything.
The heel of his palm drags down my shaft, making me moan, and I bite at the sheets when he does it again. I hate that he’s seeing me so weak, so needy, but then again, I knew this would happen the minute I walked into the club with Tatum.
I knew he’d come with Anthony, and I did it anyway.
Luca moves away from me, and I hear the click of a camera phone.
“Are you taking pictures of me?” I grunt, and he pinches my ass in response.
“Don’t pretend like it doesn’t thrill you.” And then his hand comes down on my ass in a painful slap. “Maybe I’ll show this to everyone so they know what you do in your free time. ”
I can’t answer, just arch forward, my dick pressing against the side of the mattress, my body shaking with desire. And to make matters worse, his hand drags down the underside of my cock, sensation blooming through me just as another slap lands on my ass.
He does this over and over, alternating between spanking and torturing my dick. He’s deriving some kind of sick pleasure from this. There’s no other reason why he’d do this. Why he’s been toying with me all this time. And yet, I’m letting him.
Of course I’m letting him.
I’d let him do anything to me.
Anything.
I’m panting now, groaning, frothing at the mouth. I’m a rabid animal. I should be put down.
But I can’t come, as much as I want to, the cock ring is keeping me from completely falling over the edge. I ache, pleasure pulsing through my thighs and up my spine. I positively shiver from it.
I fucking yearn for more.
“Listen to you, begging for it.”
“I’m. Not. Begging,” I lie. I was begging. I am begging. If not with my mouth, then my body is a telltale sign. It arches back toward him, asking for more.
A slap reverberates around the room, his palm hitting me right between the cheeks, jostling the plug.
My ass is sore, surely pink from the way his hand has landed on it over and over, progressively harder each time. His palm must sting , I think as I smell the scent of smoke wafting over me. Who the fuck lit that?
I don’t know. It wasn’t me. Is someone else in here watching us?
God, I don’t know and I don’t care. I just don’t want him to stop.
Please don’t stop.
“Look at that cock, turning purple, dripping. It wants to come.”
“Oh god,” I moan as he steps away from me and returns a moment later. I don’t know where he went or what he has in his hands now, but I’m at his mercy .
Literally.
Don’t pretend you don’t like it.
“Hopefully, you learn your lesson after this,” Luca says as he pushes against my plug roughly, making me cry out before he slowly drags it out of me. It’s bigger than it appears, and I know as soon as it exits my body that my hole will be gaping.
I hear the plug fall to the ground with a clunk and can feel Luca just standing there, staring at me.
“So sad this won’t be used tonight,” he says, swirling his finger around my rim. Just once, but enough to have me nearly sobbing with pleasure. “Sad little kitten. No one will hear you scream.”
And then a painful slap lands on my ass from something hard. A leather paddle, I’m guessing. My hips buck against the mattress, my cock throbbing as he smacks my ass over and over again until tears line my cheeks, my dick feeling as if it will explode if I don’t get to come.
“That’s it, you little slut. You whore. Scream for it.”
I bite down on the sheets, trying to muffle my pathetic sounds, but he hits me again, my ass jiggling from the force of it.
He hits the other side and then the backs of my thighs, making me arch my chest off the bed.
“Say it. Say my fucking name.”
I refuse. I fucking refuse. He spanks me again, my ass aching. It will hurt tomorrow.
I feel the tip of the paddle slide between my ass cheeks, pressing against my hole.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you? You want my cock in this greedy little hole.”
My entire body shakes, my cries muffled as he tugs on my balls. The sensation shoots through my dick, and I feel precum slip from the tip.
He moves off me and seven more slaps hit my ass in quick succession, making me cry out, my eyes screwed shut in pleasure, my knuckles white from holding onto the sheets .
And then suddenly, it’s over, his hands smoothing over my hot skin, squeezing my cheeks roughly before moving up to my wrists that are still bound. He lets me go, my numb arms falling to my sides as he removes the cock ring gently.
Oh god. Oh fuck.
I am desperate to come. I need release, but the evil glint in his eyes tells me he won’t be the one to get me there.
This is the punishment. He told me it was going to happen and I went willingly.
I obeyed.
Pushing myself up, I swipe at my cheeks, feeling the twinge in my ass cheeks as I stand up.
Luca’s right next to me, the cigarette in his mouth almost burned down to the butt.
“So that’s it then?” I ask, my voice wobbly and slightly hoarse from moaning like the whore I am.
He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, his tongue sliding across his teeth, and he runs a hand across his jaw.
“Yeah, it’s over. I think you’ve had enough. And, Viktor,” he says, moving closer to me. “You won’t come again until I say so.” He throws the cigarette to the ground and stubs it out with his shoe. “And trust me. I’ll know if you do. So be a good boy and do as you’re told.”
I bite back a whimper as his hand comes down and strokes my cock, just once.
At this point, I may not make it through the night.
I walk out of the room completely naked, Luca having pulled off the bralette I was wearing before we exited. My dick is still painfully hard, and for the first time since arriving at this club, I feel ashamed.
Ashamed I let Luca get the best of me.
And ashamed everyone can see my red ass as I make my way to the changing rooms. As we walk, I see Anthony and Tatum curled up on a chair, Tatum still in his lingerie, looking satiated and happy from being well-fucked, while Teddy looms over them protectively. Tatum catches my eyes and winks at me, but I don’t wink back.
I can’t even fucking look at anyone right now.
They know what happened, what I let happen. It’s written across my body for all to see.
“Don’t look so glum,” Luca says softly as his hand falls on the back of my neck. He leads me forward as we move into the locker room and then he watches as I get dressed, his eyes never leaving me. But I refuse to make eye contact as I shove my feet through the leg holes of my pants and tuck my hard cock under the waistband. It’s miserable. I’m fucking miserable , I think as I pull on my overcoat.
“I’ll drive,” Luca says, taking my keys from me.
“Fuck that. I’ll just get a rideshare home,” I murmur, but then he’s in front of me, his nose pressed against mine, his lips so close to my mouth. I could lean forward and kiss him. I should, just to take back some of the power. But before I can, I feel his fingers thread through my hair, tugging painfully as he whispers, “Obey.”
I glance away, feeling the heat of him pierce my body. I hate this. Fucking despise it , I think, as he leads me out of the club to my car. Like he demanded, I don’t drive this time. He slips into the driver’s seat and thankfully so. I’m so disoriented, the pain in my ass coupled with the throbbing of my cock is making my mind spin.
All I can see and hear is Luca. He’s omnipresent. In my mind, in my body. All my senses are consumed by him. I say I hate it, tell myself over and over, and yet, here I am. Wanting it. Wanting more.
As we sit in traffic, waiting for the exit, Luca glances over at me.
“Take it out,” he says lowly, and I huff, turning my gaze out the window.
“No.”
“Take it out and stroke it. You know you want to.”
“I’m not fucking doing that,” I reply as my hand curls against my thigh. “You’re getting off on torturing me. And I won’t let you keep doing it.”
I can almost feel him grinning. “Viktor, take out your fucking cock before I pull over and spank that pretty pink ass red in front of everyone.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip so hard I taste blood again. “Fine,” I grumble as my fingers snake down to my pants and I pull my dick out, thankful that the windows are tinted so dark no one can see in, and at the same time, thrilled that I’m doing this publicly.
“Good, stroke it, but don’t come. You don’t get to do that. Yet.”
“Is this my punishment, too?” I grunt, trying to sound angry, but it comes out more like a plea.
“Yes.”
I slowly jack myself, angry and boiling with sexual frustration as we drive along the freeway, crawling home at a glacial pace until he finally tells me to take my hand away from my dick. At this point, I’m so miserable, my dick so hard and balls so full it’s painful. I’m getting a headache behind my eyes.
And I was so focused on not coming that I didn’t realize we’re not at my place after all, but Luca’s.
“Why the hell am I not at my apartment?” I ask, tucking my hard dick away and trying to clear my mind enough to think clearly. It doesn’t work.
I’m in a fog of lust.
“I want to make sure you follow the rules. We do know how you like to break them,” he replies as he parks the car in his large garage and slides out. I watch him move into the house without looking back, and my head slams into the headrest.
Fuck this , I think as I stare down at my dick tenting my sweat pants. I’m not going to survive the night. I’m going to have to break his rules and get off. I won’t sleep otherwise.
But I also can’t sit here forever. So I follow him inside and see him at the kitchen counter, pouring himself a drink .
“Would you like one?” he asks, and I shake my head, folding my arms across my chest and glowering at him.
“Why the sour face?”
He knows why. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want him controlling me.
You liar. You crave it. Crave him.
“Why don’t you go shower and get into bed?”
“I’m not getting into bed. Not with you.”
He scoffs. “I didn’t say we were sharing a bed.”
My cheeks flame at that, my hands falling to my sides and curling into fists.
“Now be a good boy and do what I said.”
“I’m not lighting your fucking cigarettes anymore or killing the fucking spiders. Just know that. I’m done.”
“Oh, but you will.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, and then I ask the question again, the one that I can’t let go of. “Why did you buy the club after that night?”
Luca takes a sip of his drink. “That’s none of your business.”
“I heard there was a memo?—”
“Go the fuck to sleep, Vik. I’m not answering your questions.”
“You never do. Fuck you, Luca.”
I stalk past him and find a random guest room, locking the door behind me and pressing my back to it. My hand slides down my pants and I grab my dick, shuttling my fist up and down my shaft, but before I come, I stop.
I hate that I’m obeying him, but I have to.
I want to.
I go to bed miserable, furious with myself, and hating Luca even more.