21. CHAPTER 21
21
IVAN
Rage and want are the two dominant feelings running in my blood right now. Rage at that fucker, not only stalking my man after I’d warned him, but trying to poison him against me. Against my family. We need to destroy him, but it’ll have to wait because the want part of me is taking over as I stare down at those wide blue eyes, so full of wonder and questions. He tentatively grabs my cock and I realize this must be his first blow job. I grab his hair with one hand and hold my cock over his hand with the other, and guide the tip to his mouth.
“Open and suck. I want you sucking me until I fill your belly with my cum.”
Tyler closes his eyes and the kinky fucker takes a deep inhale. Smelling me. Christ, I won’t last long. He opens his mouth and flicks the end of my dick with his silky tongue, tongue fucking my slit, causing a long moan of frustration to leave me. He mewls in response and starts to suck the tip of my dick like an ice cream, sucking and licking, taking me into his mouth deeper with each turn. The slurping and gagging sounds become too much as my balls start to tingle, the impending orgasm rearing its head.
“That’s it sweetheart. Suck my dick like you need it. Show me who you belong to. Make me cum in that hot throat of yours.”
He moans louder at my words as he picks up the pace. I thrust into his mouth, joining in on the glorious pleasure he is giving me. His pure eagerness hides any inexperience, as this is the best blow job I’ve ever had.
I’m surprised when I feel his hand grab my balls and squeeze. Fuck yeah. So fucking good.
“Squeeze them harder, Ty. Make me cum. Now.”
He squeezes again and the jolt of pain finds its way to my dick, forcing me to explode in his mouth with an intensity I’ve never felt before. He lets go of my cock and sits back on his knees, looking up at me. His mouth is wet from saliva and cum, his forehead slightly sweaty, his panting has him looking completely doped. I look down at his pants to see the outline of his hard dick. The temptation to reciprocate is there, but I won’t. He needs to feel deprived of my touch, to be longing to come back to me. I will have him so desperate for me on the daily that he will become anxious at not being by my side.
“Give me a kiss,” I say. My voice husky from drowning in sex.
Tyler jumps to his feet and wraps his arms around my neck, which actually feels quite nice. He meets my mouth in a sensual kiss where we share the remnants of my cum, our tongues dueling for more of the taste. It's a deep and slow kiss which is unlike anything I’ve ever done.
“What is it about my fucking gym that everyone is fucking in it instead of their rooms?” Dima’s loud voice booms, breaking the moment.
“We weren’t fucking. Ty only gave me head,” I say, quickly pulling my shorts back up.
“Ivan shut up!” Tyler scolds me, his face turning pink. He turns around to face Dima, fiddling with his clothing to make himself look less like he was just on his knees with my cock in his mouth.
“Mr. Kozlov, I’m so sorry. Please don’t report me to my boss. I promise to be professional, it was wrong and it won’t happen again.”
“Yes it will,” I say, and Dima glares at me.
“Shut up, Ivan. I knew this would be a problem. Tyler, just go do whatever it is you do when you’re here. As long as you do your job, your boss won’t hear a word.”
“Thank you….thank you, Mr. Kozlov.”
“Please call me Dima. I get the ick when you call me that.”
“Right. Dima. I’ll head out and see where the contractors are,” Tyler says before rushing out without a second glance. I look at Dima, who is staring at me in a way he normally does before one of his boring lectures.
“I’m not apologizing.”
“I didn’t expect you to. Just be careful. We have to be vigilant about bringing new blood into the family.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got him locked down. He won’t say anything.”
“For your sake I hope so, because I’ll be holding you responsible if anything happens.”
“Sure.”
“Glad we understand one another. Lev needs you at the club for a meeting with some new recruits for the crews.”
Oh the joy.
“I’ll shower then head over there. Also, Tyler mentioned Officer Timmy followed him home the other night. Trying to get info on us.”
Dima pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, trying to hold back his impatience.
“Great, that’s all we fucking need. I’m tempted to kill the asshole.”
“He isn’t gonna stop. He’s had warnings, maybe we should bring him in?”
“Too risky with his job, and we don’t know if anyone else knows he is trying to find dirt on us. I’ve got a better idea. The daughter. Maybe it's time we use someone he loves to make him back off.”
“Good idea. Who you gonna send?”
“Simon. It may do him good. It will give me a break from listening to his bitching about Carlos.”
“What if I see Timmy again? Should I hurt him a little?”
“What do you mean by a little?”
“I don’t know, cut off a finger? Break his nose?”
Dima shakes his head and chuckles.
“Nothing that bad. Yet. We’ll just see if the daughter threat works first. If you see him, just play mind games. I know how you love those.”
“I do.”
“Good. See you later.”
Dima leaves the gym and I walk back to my room for a steaming hot shower, and dress in my signature black t-shirt, pants and leather jacket, tie my hair up and head out to one of the cars and drive over to the strip club, Desire.
When I arrive at the club, Bonnie, the manager, and a few other staff are stocking the bar and getting the club ready for the afternoon shows. Lev and Jules are seated over at Lev’s usual table at the back of the room with two young men who I assume are the possible new recruits. Lev is seated and Jules is standing to his side, and I take up position on the other, while the two recruits sit opposite.
“About fucking time you got here,” Lev says.
“Blame D, he kept me talking. Who are these guys?”
“The blue haired one who looks like he belongs in a band is Lucas, the skinny blond is Kane,” Jules says.
“Have you boys done this kind of work before?” I ask. Blue haired boy answers first.
“Not collections or any heavy work, just dealing for my old man, until he died,” he says.
“I’ve only ever bought stuff, not dealing or anything,” Kane the blond says, and there is something off about him. Gut instinct is telling me this guy is all wrong. He won’t look us in the eye and the way he keeps picking at his nails tells me he may be nervous, as I’ve noticed Kai does that when he’s unsure.
“You two go stand at the bar so I can talk to the guys,” Lev orders, and they go without a word.
“Well?” Lev asks us.
“They’re nothing special, but they’ll get better with experience. We need the extra men,” Jules says. Lev looks at me for a response.
“I don’t trust the blond. Something’s not right with him,” I say as I rub my jaw, annoyed at not being able to pinpoint what it is.
“I’m gonna need more than that, Ivan.”
“I don't know what to tell you, Lev. He just came across as shifty to me. Untrustworthy.”
“All dealers are shifty. Jules, split them between crews and make sure they are kept a close eye on until they can be trusted,” Lev says, and Jules nods before heading over to the boys. As they leave the club, the blond Kane looks over, and when he sees me staring he immediately looks away. I don't miss the smirk on his face as they walk out, and alarm bells are definitely ringing in my head.
“So, I hear you fucked the architect,” Lev says as I take a seat next to him.
“How the hell did you know about that?”
“Simon texted Jules when he saw Tyler leaving your room this morning.”
“Fucking gossips. And before you say anything, D already gave me the lecture.”
“I ain't lecturing you on anything. I trust you.”
“You do?”
“Don't fish for compliments, Ivan.”
“Okay. If you trust me, then I want Aaron on my next enforcer job.”
“No.”
“Why won’t you let him be a part of it? I’ll look after him, or you can be there too.”
Silence.
“Well, I’m taking him. He asked to come along next time. It's better him hurting the bad guys than attacking random people in the bar.”
“That only happened once.”
“It only happened once that he got his hands on them. I’m convinced if we do this, it will give us all some peace, because he’s a loose cannon at the moment, especially on his down days. You know the music isn't helping anymore.”
Aaron dealt with the abuse from his brother by listening to a certain song on repeat. From what Lev explained when I first witnessed Aaron shut down, the music would take his thoughts away from the voices in his head. They aren’t daily anxiety attacks, but when they hit he becomes confrontational, like he needs to take physical control of the situation through whoever is around him. The music just doesn’t work like it did, and after he nearly attacked a patron at the bar, I think we need to find new methods of redirection. Aaron needs a coping mechanism and I think enforcing on occasion will be the cure.
“I’ll tear you apart if you keep going on about this, Ivan. Just leave it.”
I smile at that as it would never happen. I would tear him apart first, and he knows it deep down.
“Still dreaming that you could ever take me on, Lev.”
“Shut up, and fuck off. We’re done here.”
Fine by me.