Chapter 20
Twenty
“I’ll take over for a bit. Take the rest of the night.”
Andrei looked at Mateus Carvalho, one brow raised.
Mateus was one of the only people who knew the full scope of the Club Alibi project and Rolf’s objective who wasn’t an Interpol agent. As an investigator for the international criminal court, he actually had more access and authority that Interpol agents did in many ways. He and Rolf had worked together, and knew each other well enough that Rolf knew the other man was a Dom, hence asking him to help monitor and control the club.
This was Andrei’s week, which meant being mostly sober and patrolling the public part of the club. The cutout in the center of the floor allowed the light and music from the dance club on the lower floor to flow and flash up into the dark, decadent space.
“I don’t want to scene, so I’ll stay,” Andrei said.
“I think you might want to.”
Andrei’s jaw clenched. Despite his plan to grab the first willing sub, over the course of the two days he'd been here, he had yet to scene with anyone.
The idea of touching anyone but Sofie made him feel vaguely ill, which only made his black mood worse. At this moment, he couldn't decide if he wanted to ask Mateus what the fuck he was talking about, or just skip ahead and punch him in the face.
“I’ll take over. The last playroom on the left is yours for the rest of the night.”
“Mateus, what the fuck are you?—”
Mateus tipped his head toward the far side of the room.
An angel was walking through the club.
She wore white—a thin white slip dress with slits almost up to the waist on both sides. With each step, the fabric shifted, exposing the curves of her hip. The straps were strands of pearls, with more pearls set in the arched silver tiara perched atop her pale hair like a halo in a Renaissance painting.
Her feet were bare, and with each step she took, they curled nervously against the floor before lifting to take that next step.
“Sofie,” Andrei breathed.
“She’s beautiful. Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Stop looking at her.”
Mateus laughed. “I’m not the only one.”
He wasn’t.
All around the club, heads turned. In a sea of black, red, and neon, leather, latex, and vinyl, she stood out in her satin and white.
Her collarless neck would be like a catnip to some of these assholes. And he was chief among them.
Because he wanted her on her knees, his collar around her neck, the matching leash looped around his hand so that with a single tug he could pull her in for a kiss.
A Dom moved in, stepping in front of her, his hand resting on her hip. Thanks to the slit in the dress, two of his fingers were on her bare skin.
Andrei was already moving even as Sofie backpedaled with a gasp he could see but not hear.
She glanced around, her eyes wide, and his heart clenched. As brave and bold as she was, this club was far different than the empty, half-finished one in Amsterdam. And for someone who rarely left her home, the crowd and noise must be overwhelming.
He was three meters away when their gazes connected. He saw relief on her features, followed quickly by uncertainty, and then desire.
“Move,” Andrei snarled, loud enough to be heard over the music.
The Dom, who put his hands on her, looked back over his shoulder, spotted Andrei, saw his own death reflected in Andrei's face, and got the hell out of the way.
Andrei scooped Sofie into his arms and turned, heading for the private playroom where he could have his wicked way with his very own angel.
Sofie buried her face in Andrei's neck, hiding from the lights and noise.
Walking across that club with no idea where he was or what would happen when she found him, had been one of the scariest things she'd ever done. Scary and exhilarating.
She felt the eyes on her as she walked, and with each step was acutely aware that she wore nothing under the thin satin dress she'd quickly sewn, over the course of a half an hour, pausing to try it on and consult with Colette via video chat.
It was Colette who had suggested that since she needed to wear appropriate attire to get into the club—even with Landon intervening on her behalf with Rolf, who put her on the member list for the night—she dressed as an angel.
Sofie hadn't realized exactly how much she'd stand out until she had gotten here. With her face buried against Andrei's neck, she took a moment to process a few of the things she'd seen. Like the place in Amsterdam, this club had a large open space, but this one was fully outfitted with a variety of seating areas and stages.
One of the women on the righthand stage had been strapped to a St. Andrew's cross and was getting wax dripped on her nipples. A spanking bench on her left had a fully naked woman with a small crowd around her. The fact that at least five people held different implements, and even in the low light, the other woman's bottom looked incredibly red and sore, probably meant that people were taking turns spanking her.
She passed a woman kneeling between a man's feet. They hadn't been on a stage, merely lounging in a small cluster of armchairs. Well, at least the man had been lounging, his pants pulled down far enough to expose his cock, which his submissive was licking from base to tip in long, slow motions.
Sofie had nearly pointed and yelled, “I’ve done that!”
Though she was sure her attempts at oral pleasure were nowhere near as good as the other woman’s.
The noise dimmed, even as the light brightened. Sofie lifted her head to see that they were now in a short hallway. Andrei turned left when it ended, walking past a series of closed doors. At the end of the hall, he bent his knees, just a little.
Though he didn't speak, she realized what he was doing, and reached out to turn the knob, pushing the door open.
Andrei strode into the room, kicking the door closed behind them before letting go of her legs.
“Are you here to submit, or are you here to talk?”
Sofie ducked her head. She knew it was a risk coming here when nothing had really changed. She was changing, but her answers to Andrei’s questions would be the same if he asked her again now.
That left her with only one answer.
“Submit, Sir.”
His stillness was shredding her courage, and when he turned away, she squeezed her eyes closed.
She waited to hear the door open and close as he walked away once more.
Instead, there was a click, and the light shifted. The dim lighting that had been on when they walked in was gone. Now, several task lights illuminated a bondage chair, narrow bed with a tall four-poster frame that resembled a cage, thanks to the extra bars along the sides, and a table with a padded top and a series of straps dangling from each of the black metal legs. Outside the gold-tinted spotlights, the room was illuminated by recessed red lights built into the walls.
The effect was eerie and vaguely threatening, but in a way that made her nipples hard rather than inspiring her to run.
Andrei’s hands brushed her back, her hips, as he moved behind her. “Take off the halo. It won’t save you.”
Hesitantly, she reached up, pulling the Kokoshnik-style tiara off.
Andrei took it from her, tossing it casually to the side. There must have been something soft in the corner because she didn't hear the clink of metal on wood. Now that her eyes had adjusted, it looked like it might have landed on a stack of blankets or pillows.
“I'm glad it didn't break,” she said.
“Don’t want me to break your halo.”
“It’s an antique Russian tiara worth forty million dollars.”
Andrei’s hands tightened on her hips and he let out a strangled shout.
“I’m joking! I’m... I’m sorry I’m nervous. I keep messing up the mood.”
“Is that why you looked so worried every time you laughed?” He brushed her hair back on one side, his lips near her ear. “You thought you killed the mood?”
“Yes.”
“Laughter, teasing, jokes…they're all a part of good sex.”
“Oh.”
Andrei's lips touched the point where her shoulder met her neck and she shivered. When he asked if she were here to talk or submit, she'd quickly prepared herself for this to be more like that first time, when they'd been strangers.
“Just to be clear, that that's not a $40 million antique that I just tossed away.”
“No. I made it. To go with this dress.”
“You made this one too?”
“Yes.”
His hands slid up from her hips to just below her breasts, molding the fabric against her body.
“It's a beautiful dress, but this isn't how I want you, is it?”
For a heartbreaking moment, she thought this was the rejection she'd expected earlier.
Then Andrei spun her around so they were face-to-face, reached back, and flipped up the back half of the skirt and spanked her hard with the other hand.
She yelped, as much in surprise as pain. But the spank helped her remember what he said before.
“I’m not naked. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not.” He slid one of the pearl straps off her shoulder. “You’ll be punished for that.”
Sofie took deep breaths, the soft, cool satin rubbing her hard nipples with each one. She’d been too nervous both on the way here and walking across the club to get aroused. But now…
Her pussy was already embarrassingly wet, and she was aching to be used.
“A spanking?”
“It will be your ass that’s punished, but no, not a spanking.” He slid the other strap off.
For a moment, the dress stayed in place, clinging to her breasts. But then the weight of the pearl straps dragged it down, the entire thing slithering down and off.
Leaving her completely naked. It was almost starting to feel normal, being naked and vulnerable for him while he was fully clothed. Tonight, he wore leather pants with laces instead of a zipper, and a sleeveless black undershirt that clung to the muscles of his chest and left his arms exposed.
He looked dangerous and unapproachable. Unless she looked in his eyes, and then he was her Andrei, just as she was his angel.
His gaze swept up and down her naked body before he frowned slightly. Her hands curled into nervous fists at her side. Did he not like what he saw? She hadn't changed in the two days since she last seen him, had she?
“What else are you supposed to do, Angel?”
She didn't remember. Or maybe it was that she remembered a million different things. She searched his face for a hint, but there was no help there. He merely arched a cold brow, head tipping in that devilish way he had.
As he looked at her, even as panic for disobeying and disappointing him rose, her pussy clenched.
Oh. Oh.
With a gasp, Sofie sank to her knees and spread her legs wide.
“Good girl.”
He positioned his booted foot between her thighs, and lifted the toe just enough to touch her sex.
“Show me how wet you are. How needy that pussy is.”
It was degrading and embarrassing, but she did it, gingerly rubbing her pussy against the smooth hard curve of the toe of his boot. He lifted his toe a bit more, and her labia spread, her clit now rubbing directly on the hard leather. She bore down, grabbing his calf with both hands as she worked herself against him.
She should feel shame but instead, she felt like what she was—needy, desperate, and obedient.
Andrei’s hand tangled in her hair. She was so desperately aroused that she felt almost lightheaded. When he tugged on her hair, she rose to her feet, gripping onto him to help herself get up.
And once she was on her feet, she leaned into him, taking deep breaths as she rested her face on his chest so she could fill her lungs with his scent. Her hands slid up under the back of his shirt, her touch at first soft, but then she raked him with her nails, scratching gently.
“I know, Angel. I know.”
He picked her up, but instead of a bridal carry, he hiked her up with her legs hooked around his hips, his hands under her ass.
He only carried her a few steps before setting her down and spinning her around.
She was standing at one end of the padded table. For a moment, she was disappointed. It was the least interesting thing in the room.
He pressed gently against her ass until she moved forward enough that her lower belly touched the table.
He left her, but only for a moment.
“Arms up.”
Instantly, she obeyed, and when she laced her fingers together on top of her head, he reached around from behind to play with her breast. He was slow but relentless. First gently squeezing, and turning then flicking in a quick up-and-down movement that made her take short, surprised breaths. Then he went back to squeezing, but harder this time. And when he twisted them, he tugged too, distending her nipples away from her breasts.
There was a moment where she thought she might come from just this. Her body so ready and primed that each tug and touch sent a bolt of sensation straight down to her sex.
When he released her breasts, it left her panting and needy.
A strong minty smell made her frown in confusion.
“This is a mix of spearmint and menthol.”
“What is?”
“This.” Andrei held his hand up in front of her face, showing her the slick oil on the pad of his middle finger.
“I…I don’t understand, Sir.”
“I know you don’t, but you will. I wish I could be soft and gentle with you tonight, but I can’t.”
“I didn't ask for soft and gentle.”
“You didn’t,” he agreed, “but remind me of your safe word.”
“Rembrandt.”
“That’s right, Angel.” He brought his hand to her breast and rubbed the oil into her nipple. It felt good, and she arched up into his touch.
But the second he pulled his hand away, a sharp cold bit at her nipple.
She gasped, looking down at her own breast in surprise, even as he reached around and applied the same oil to the other nipple. It took a moment, but that one too started to burn with cold.
“It’s cold!”
“For now. Then it will get hot. And this will make it worse.”
He showed her what “this” was when he put a hand on her back and bent her face down over the table.
The legs were a little too tall for her, the whole thing taller than a normal table, so she had to go up on her tiptoes.
Now, with her nipples squashed against the padded table top, the cold burn was fading in a favor of heat.
Andrei knelt and strapped her legs to the legs of the table, spreading them even wider as he did. Then he moved to the other end, stroking her arms from shoulder to elbow to wrist and drawing them straight as he did. Padded loops were slipped over her wrists and tightened, keeping her stretched out across the table. A final strap went over her waist.
A strange, lovely calm settled over her, even as she twitched in response to the burning sensation on her nipples.
Andrei gathered her hair which had fallen over her. “How does that feel, Angel?”
“Calm.”
He'd been stroking her back and paused in apparent surprise. “I meant the oil. You're talking about the bondage.”
“The oil feels hot. Burning.”
“Too much?”
“No, Sir. I like the pain.”
“But being strapped down like this, it makes you feel calm?”
“Yes.”
He bent and kissed a line down her spine. “My perfect angel.”
She floated in a happy peaceful place while listening to him move around the room, undoubtedly gathering supplies he would soon use on or in her.
Something cold and round rested on the small of her back as he moved into position so she could see him.
“I told you your ass would be taking the punishment. This is perhaps less punishment and more preparation, but it will be uncomfortable and unfamiliar enough to serve both purposes.”
“Preparation, Sir?”
“Preparing your ass for me to fuck. You need to get used to having something in you here.” He reached out and gently stroked one finger along the crack, barely brushing her anus.
“Tonight, I'm going to use dilators.” He opened a long case, tilting it so she could see inside.
A series of metal rods, one end rounded, the other flared to a wide base were arranged in size order. The smallest was the diameter of a pencil. The largest was thicker than his cock.
Sofie whimpered, staring at the fat metal tool.
“Tonight, you're going to take up to here.” He pointed at one near the middle.
“What if I can’t?”
“You can.”
“What if it hurts?”
“You’ll tell me. And you’ll be specific as to how, and how much. It won’t be comfortable, but it shouldn’t be truly painful.”
He set the case aside and pulled out the first three dilators. The thing he’d set on her back turned out to be a bottle of lube. He prepped each of the first three, coating them in lube, before slipping on a black medical glove and applying even more lubricant to the tips of his fingers.
“Your fingers are wider than the toys,” she pointed out.
“Yes. The largest one I want you to take tonight is a bit larger around than my thumb. You will feel it, but stretching you that much in one night isn’t unreasonable.”
Sofie moaned in arousal, his words touching her far more intimately than any toy ever would. To hear him say how he planned to use her, what he wanted from her body… It was bliss.
Slick fingers slid up and down, up and down the crack of her ass before finally settling against her anus. She tensed, bracing herself, but he only massaged her rear entrance with the pad of his fingers. Little by little, she relaxed until her body yielded slightly with each press of his fingers.
If she’d been able to move, she would have pressed back against him.
“Ready, Angel?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first dilator slid in with surprising ease. In an odd way, she almost didn’t feel it after that initial pressure. He fucked her with it for several minutes, with the hand not manipulating the toy stroking up and down her back and hips instead.
Then he switched for the next size up. This time, she felt it a little more when he slipped it inside, but after only a few strokes, she felt her body adjust and relaxed into the sensation.
The third and fourth were easy enough as she floated in a hazy arousal-laced fog.
“You’re taking this so well. You were made to be fucked here, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, only to whimper as a far larger object pressed against her.
“Relax, Angel.”
“It feels too big.”
“It’s not. You can take it for me, can’t you.”
Her mind was willing, but it took a minute for her to convince her body to relax. He was applying more pressure than he had with the others, so when her muscles finally yielded, it entered her fast and deep. She yelped, her anus fluttering around the intruder for a moment.
“I’ll give you a moment to get used to that.”
The fingers of one hand stayed splayed across her ass as his thumb kept pressure on the base of the dilator. There was sound behind her, but it was muffled, thanks to the way her heartbeat thudded in her ears.
She hadn't identified that one of the sounds she heard was a condom packet being opened until she felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing against her clit.
“I want you to take both.” His voice was low and dangerous. The auditorial equivalent of seeing the glint of a Jaguar's eyes in the night-dark jungle.
“Yes, please yes. I need you in me.”
“I'll fuck you as long as you keep taking the dilators like a good girl.”
His cock slid from her clit up to her entrance. He settled the head in place, then slowly began to work his cock into her.
She wasn't sure if it was the position or the dilator that made it feel so tight.
“Gentle, Angel,” he charted as she tried and failed to wiggle her hips. “You’re tight, but I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy.”
That assurance that her body’s tightness would not prevent him from using her, allowed her to settle down. The burning heat in her nipples had faded to a throbbing warmth that was almost indistinguishable from the drumming beat of her own heart.
Little by little, he worked his cock into her, stopping once to pull out and apply lube that felt shockingly cold when he slid back into her.
When he was fully seated with his cock deep in her pussy, his belly applying pressure to the base of the dilator so it too was fully inserted, they both groaned.
Andrei pulled back, then started to thrust with small, hard pushes. Pleasure rippled through her in time with his thrusts, and she pulled against her restraints just to increase the feeling of restriction.
Andrei pulled out and she made a noise of protest.
“Time for the next size.”
Though it was larger, it was easier for her to take this one. Her arousal was so acute that her body was like soft wax in his hands, ready to be molded and accept whatever he wanted to do to her.
She breathed through the feeling of the thick dilator sliding deep into her, then let out a groan as he reinserted his cock.
Now, his thrusts were slow and deep, his hips thumping against her ass. Again, she floated, spaced out on pleasure and submission.
“Last one. You’ll feel the stretch, but your sweet little ass is made to take it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She whimpered through the insertion of the final dilator, and he stroked her ass and thigh until her breathing evened out once more.
Then he started to fuck her with it.
He pulled the dilator all the way out and then forced it in again in one long push, not pausing to let her adjust to just the tip. Sofie's head lifted in a shocked shriek as sensation that she couldn't define as either pleasure or pain rolled through her.
Andrei's voice sounded ragged as his other hand moved to her pussy, thumb rolling her clit as he continued to relentlessly fuck her ass.
“Someday you'll call me master,” he growled, so low she almost didn’t hear him. “You'll wear my collar.”
Again and again, he pulled the dilator all the way out only to reinsert it, forcing her ass to open and close repeatedly. It was wonderful and humiliating at the same time. The pure pleasure from her clit being stroked only made the sensations more confusing.
She didn't want him to stop; she never wanted him to stop. She wasn't even sure she wanted to orgasm. Perhaps it would be better to live in the state of submissive arousal for all time.
“Someday,” he growled, thrusting the dilator all the way in and then grinding the flat disc base against her anus.
At the same time, his thumb stroked her clit in a fast soft rhythm that drove her over the edge. Her body quaked, the fact that she couldn't move somehow making the orgasm more intense.
Her mouth was open, but no sound escaped. That was until he thrust his cock balls deep into her pussy in one hard stroke. Her vagina now clenched down on his thicker girth, the double penetration shocking.
Now Sofie screamed, the restraints groaning as she pulled against them. Andrei fucked her hard and fast, almost animalistically, until he grunted through his orgasm.
They stayed that way, both panting and shivering, for several long moments.
Then he kissed her spine, whispering something against her sweaty flesh before gently withdrawing from her body and then quickly freeing her from the restraints.
“How did you get here?” Andrei asked lazily.
She had no idea what time it was, but was fairly certain several hours had passed since they finished their scene. That time had been taken up with aftercare.
First, he checked her over and cleaned her up, including using a neutralizing solution on her nipples. Then they'd retreated to what had turned out to be a large pile of thick blankets. He'd unfolded and re-folded several making a large pad for them to lounge on while reserving one to throw over the top of them.
He held her in silence, and held her while they talked about nothing in particular. Both had been careful to avoid mention of art, thievery, or their fight.
Until now. Until he asked how she'd gotten here.
“I took a flight and then got a cab. Colette and Landon gave me the address, and Landon helped to make sure I'd be able to get in.”
“I will do something horrible to him in repayment for him not telling me you were coming.”
Sofie laughed, snuggling against him.
But Andrei sat up, forcing her to do the same.
“I mean, how did you clear customs?” He pushed to his feet as he spoke, still turned away from her.
“I have my passport now,” she said softly.
Andrei whipped around, eyes wide with hope. But then the expression shuttered. “Have things…changed?"
“Yes.” She wished she could stop there, but she'd almost ruined their chance at happiness once before when she lied. “Not…not the way you want them to. Not yet.”
His jaw flexed and he was silent for a moment. “So you really did just come to submit.”
“I came because I needed to see you. Touch you. Hear your voice.”
Andrei stormed away.
“Wait! Please.”
Sofie tried to scrambled after him, but she had to stop and pull on her vest and he was already out the door.
The hall was empty. “Andrei, wait, please!”
He emerged from a door near the short hallway, striding back toward her. The anger was gone from his expression, but the flatness of his features now was almost worse.
“I'm a fucking moron, but I couldn't stop myself from doing this.” Andrei held out a white document-sized envelope, bearing the Interpol logo in one corner. “What I said before is still true.”
She took the envelope, not understanding what it was he was giving her, but terrified to ask and to ruin what had been the best night of her life.
“Take that to Colette and…” Andrei trailed off, rolling his shoulders. “Be safe, Angel."