Chapter 10 Ilya
TEN
ILYA
Boris texted five times in the past hour, some emergency at one of the locations. I want to blow him off and tell him to fucking deal with it, but I know that won’t work forever.
I grumble and get up from the couch. Micah gives me a curious look.
“I need to check on one of my restaurants,” I tell Micah. “Will you be all right alone for a few hours?”
He nods, but there’s something wary about the way he’s holding himself. He’s been so relaxed as he kneels beside me, but there’s tension in his shoulders now. “Are you sure you want me to stay here while you’re gone?” he asks.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask. “You won’t steal my things.”
I don’t think he would. I’m reminded that I barely know Micah. Everybody has been warning me not to dive into this relationship with him too fast.
If he did steal from me, I don’t know how I’d react.
Disappointment.
Anger.
Rage.
So much for me being better than my father. The anger still has a hold on me, no matter what I claim.
I let out a small chuckle. “Please don’t steal anything.”
Micah’s head jerks up, and the look he gives me is wounded. “I wouldn’t do something like that to you. I didn’t steal from Adam, either. I’m not a thief.”
“Thank you.” I take my wallet, keys, and cell phone and head toward the door. “You can eat whatever you want from the fridge.”
Micah shakes his head. “I’m still full from dinner. I’ll probably finish the movie, then head to bed.”
My bed, I hope, and not the guest bed. I want to come home and crawl into bed with him.
Except that might not be enough for him. He likes to be hurt. He wants somebody to choke him with cock and hit him with those implements.
I wave to Micah and head outside. Once I’m in the car, I glance at my phone again.
There’s still the text from Silvano, too.
Cresci
Come to Club Alpha tonight. If you show up by 10pm, you’ll get quite the show.
It’s 9 p.m. now. I have time to take care of whatever issue Boris is having, then head to the BDSM club Silvano Cresci frequents.
He’d invited me to the club once before, when his father was still alive. He wasn’t out then, and of course neither was I, so there had been women fawning over him. I hadn’t suspected he wasn’t straight.
Most people don’t suspect it about me, either.
I call Boris, and after a bit of back and forth—including me yelling at Boris to just fucking deal with shit—I send a text to Silvano that I’m on my way.
The half hour drive to Club Alpha feels endlessly long. Maybe this is a bad idea. I should be with Micah. I can ask him how he likes things, what I need to do.
But he wants to be the submissive partner. I need to be the one in control. I need to prove to him that I know how to do these things, that he can trust me with it.
I haven’t figured anything out by the time I reach the club.
Silvano is waiting for me near the entrance, along with Kyran. Silvano waves to me.
“Perfect. I told Kyran you’d show, but he didn’t believe me.” Silvano nudges Kyran with his elbow. “You’ll have to pay up later.”
Kyran gives Silvano an unreadable look. “We still have other bets going on about tonight,” he says. “It could cancel out.”
I pay my entrance fee and hand over my cell phone—as little as I want to do that—before I receive the special bracelet. I notice that Kyran and Silvano are both wearing the same color bracelet. According to the helpful guide by the front desk, it’s the color for “unavailable.”
They didn’t get the bracelets that designate whether they’re Doms or subs.
I take the Dom bracelet.
“Why did I need to come before ten?” I ask Silvano.
He has a hand on Kyran’s shoulder as they lead me into the main hall of the club.
“I discovered something good on the schedule,” Silvano answers cryptically. He takes us to a table near the bar—snacks and non-alcoholic drinks only—that also has a view of the center stage.
I swallow hard when I see the large, X-shaped cross set up on the stage, as well as the bench with the chains and cuffs.
Adam’s house had had a bench like that, hadn’t it?
“Somebody reserved the center stage,” Silvano says. “If you want a demonstration of BDSM, we might as well get a good show out of it.”
Kyran smirks. “I think the pre-show will be better,” he says.
I have no idea what they mean. I sit down next to Silvano, and Kyran takes the other side.
“Thank you,” I say quietly. I feel strange being here.
I’d felt even stranger asking Silvano for advice, but he’s the only person I know who is involved with BDSM.
“Micah is at my house,” I say. “I don’t want to hurt him. But maybe he wants to be hurt?”
Kyran shrugs. “If you don’t want to do it, don’t.”
“If you aren’t confident in your ability to do things safely, don’t do it,” Silvano agrees. “The people here will tell you that the sub has all the power, that there are safe words and limits, but at the end of the day, you’ll be in charge. You could ignore everything Micah wants.”
I scowl. “I don’t want to ignore his desires. Then I would be like… like that cop.”
“This is where I would say you should…” Silvano trails off, and he suddenly grins widely. He waves to somebody across the room.
Two large men approach us, neither of them looking particularly enthusiastic.
“What a surprise! I didn’t realize you two would be here. Ilya, these are two of my subordinates. Knives, Maddox, this is Ilya. He’s with a Russian organization.”
I think I recognize Knives as one of Silvano’s bodyguards, but I don’t know Maddox. Since the two appeared together, he must be Knives’s partner. I shake their hands, distracted more by the fact that Silvano apparently has even more gay people in his organization.
Does he go out of his way to recruit them, or do they naturally gravitate to him?
"Are the two of you playing tonight?" Kyran asks, leaning back in his seat.
Knives shakes his head, voice wary as he responds, “Nah. We were gonna meet up with some friends, but I don’t see them around. Maybe they bailed.”
“Oh, really? Well, if your friends bailed, that means you have time to play like you normally do,” Silvano says.
Playing. That word has a different meaning in this context.
“This playing, you mean the BDSM playing?” I ask.
“Oh, yes,” Silvano answers. “I don’t know how familiar you are with the scene in Russia, but here we call it ‘playing.’ Or scening, depending. Knives and Maddox have a bit of a reputation here.”
Knives and Maddox pretend not to know what Silvano is talking about. I think they don’t want to ‘play’ in front of Silvano and Kyran, though.
I tune their conversation out, not really interested in the banter.
Not until Silvano says, “So that isn’t the outline of a cock cage I see?”
Now my eyes zero in on Maddox’s crotch. He’s wearing extremely tight pants, which outline his bulge.
I can’t tell what’s different about it though.
I pointedly never spent a lot of time staring at men’s bulges—not in real life, anyway—and in porn, they’re usually not covered in anything more than underwear.
Do I want to put Micah in a cock cage? I’ve seen some of them in porn, but it always seemed to defeat the purpose to keep a man from coming. If I’m having sex with him, I want to see him enjoying himself.
I don’t want Micah to suffer while I’m fucking him.
Maddox shifts uncomfortably. “We’d be happy to let you two have the stage instead.”
“Oh, that would be fun, wouldn’t it? Have we ever used a St. Andrew’s Cross? If we like this one, we could get one installed at home.” Silvano smiles at Kyran.
Now I’m more confused than ever. I thought Silvano was a Dom. He tied up and whipped a woman the last time we were here. I never got the sense he wanted to be tied up.
"Be careful, or I'll strap you into that thing," Kyran snaps. "And we'll see how long you can go."
So Kyran is the submissive. He looks nothing like the small, thin men who usually call themselves submissive here.
The two of them are full on flirting now, though. I cough to draw attention to myself. “You think, ah, I would like to see how you do things here in New Bristol. Rules are probably different in Russia.”
Silvano leans back again, away from Kyran.
“Well, since Kyran and I will need to give you pointers and explain things,” Silvano says. “So I suggest Maddox and Knives pretend they never saw us and continue with their regular public show.”
“Regular…!” Knives protests. “Boss, we aren’t… I mean, fine, we are regulars, but we can’t do it with you watching. Isn’t that sexual harassment or something?”
“You can report it to the HR department,” Silvano retorts.
I laugh about the joke. While the two men walk off, I say, “You let your subordinates get away with a lot.”
“Oh, no, this is payback,” Silvano answers. “I nearly walked into them fucking in the kitchen of my mansion the other day. If they want to have public sex where their boss can catch them, they should be willing to commit to it.”
“The kitchen, the office, the fucking closets,” Kyran mutters. “Everywhere but a fucking bedroom.”
That still seems kind. If my men fucked at work, I wouldn’t have allowed them to keep working.
If my father had caught them, there would have been broken bones.
Maddox drapes himself over the bench in the center, the same kind as had been in Adam’s room.
I try to imagine Micah in his place, but I don’t know whether Micah would enjoy being shown off like this.
I wouldn’t want people hooting and clapping for him the way the crowd does here. I think Silvano had mentioned that Knives and Maddox are regulars here, though, so they must be well-known.
“What is that bench for?” I ask Silvano.
“A spanking bench. Or paddling. Whatever you want to do, really.” Silvano taps his chin. “I like calling it a breeding bench. If you spread the sub’s ankles wide and expose his hole, you can pretend he exists simply to be filled with cum…”
Kyran glares at him. “Cresci,” he warns.
Silvano gives Kyran a gentle look.