by Ivy Clyde
River stared up at me, his eyes glowing with lust. The violet-hue was almost purple in the dim glow of the table lamp. He really was stunningly beautiful. A thrill shot through me as I remembered the way I stole him from Boris and made sure he never served that sleazy asshole again.
I turned him on his back before reaching for the lube. I squirted a generous amount on the cleft of his ass and wet my fingers with the cool gel before sliding them one by one into his tight hole.
“Victor,” he whimpered as my other hand reached out to grasp his cock. “Oh fuck! Fuck...” He chanted as I slowly pumped his cock.
“Your vocabulary gets so limited when you’re hard, Sugar,” I said in a soft voice.
“Please...fuck.”
The slick wetness between his shaft and my palm allowed me to rub him harder.
His hip rose from the bed as he sought the friction. “Please...master,” he breathed.
He looked at me with a pleading look in his eyes as my hand brushed over his balls. His body tightened and his dick twitched in my hand.
River was ready for me. I spread his cheeks with both my hands and thrust my cock into his hole. My fingering helped him relax and ease up, allowing me to slide in deeper.
My eyes closed in pure pleasure as I felt the incredible heat and tight clench of his muscles around my cock. A groan escaped me.
River let his chest fall to the mattress and raised his hips to meet my slow, deep thrusts. Nothing compared to the feeling of sliding into his body after a day’s hard work.
Leaning further against his back, I pressed my face against the side of his neck as I slid in and out of him at a faster pace, relishing every noise and squeeze of his body.
“Master,” he breathed as he arched his neck backward.
River wasn’t tied up right now but he was still calling me master. Maybe it was the collar around his neck that brought out the needy, submissive side of him or he just liked me taking care of him. Either way, I was determined to take control of the moment and make sure we both came undone together.
“You’re so hot and hard,” River groaned as my cock thrust into him, pounding him deeper into the mattress. His voice turned breathy and broken as he begged me. “Please...Master...”
I sped up and pounded into him harder. His muscles were clenching and squeezing around my shaft, making the heat deep in my belly grow into a raging inferno.
Kneeling up, I pressed a hand flat between his shoulder blades and held him down firmly against the bed as I hammered into him.
My jaws clenched together as my own need for release heightened. I drove into him harder and reached between his thighs to grasp his cock.
“Master!” River whimpered as I stroked his rigid, throbbing cock. Precum dribbled onto my hand as he made breathy, gasping noises. “I’m gonna...I can’t...” His whole body tightened underneath me as his back arched off the bed. With a cry, he came undone, his body trembling underneath me with the force of his pleasure.
It only took a few more thrusts until I felt my release bearing down on me. River was writhing and whimpering underneath me as my orgasm tore out of me, forcing a growl from my lips.
I released my cum deep inside him and collapsed on top of him. My heart pounded in my chest as I lay against him, soaking up the warmth of his skin.
When my pleasure ebbed away, I licked River’s earlobe and gently pulled out of him.
He slowly turned around to face me. River looked absolutely breathtaking at the moment with his silver strands stuck against his sweaty temple, his violet-hued eyes glazed with utmost satisfaction and his pink lips parted slightly as he still gasped for breath.
I settled against a pillow beside him. River wrapped an arm around my torso and buried his head against my chest.
“Victor?” he spoke up after a few minutes.
“Mmm?”
“Did something happen today? Something good?”
This was one of the things I liked about River. He was amazingly perceptive of my moods.
“A new recruit caught my eye,” I said, running my fingers along the side of his neck.
“Is he pretty?”
“Very. The guy’s a rookie who was brought along as a tribute. He’s even smaller than you.”
River’s perfectly arched eyebrows rose on his forehead. “You don’t usually like weaklings,” he said in a soft voice.
“He may look soft and weak, but he’s something else altogether,” I said, thinking of Danny Owens. “He was standing in the courtyard with a bunch of other recruits. They were all thugs. You could tell by the broken noses, terrible hair, ill-fitting suits, but not him. He took down two men who were almost thrice as big as him. He broke one of their noses and damaged the other’s wrist.”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me as I remembered the scene. “He was in a cheap suit but that’s to be expected. The guy was working as an apprentice for a property shark. A single tailored suit will make all the difference to his appearance.”
A soft chuckle escaped River. “You’re already thinking about buying him new suits. You must really like him.” His unusual violet eyes were warm as he smiled. This was another trait I liked about him. He never got jealous when I spoke of other men. “Tell me about his eyes.”
“He’s got the biggest eyes I’ve seen on a man,” I said. “They’re brown, but not dark or dull. The color reminds me of dark honey. His lashes are as long and thick. Even girls would be jealous of his features.”
River extended his legs under the sheet and tangled them with mine. “Tell me more.”
“Long locks of sunshine-blond hair. He has a cute nose and his lips…”
“Rosy lips?” asked River as he ran a finger along my bottom lip.
“Fuck, River!” I crooned. “I can just imagine them being red and swollen with my cum dribbling from the corners.”
I opened my mouth and River slipped his finger in. I bit the tip lightly with a grin.
“He must be quite something to look at,” said River as I released his finger from between my teeth.
“You have no idea how hard it was to sit through the meeting when all I could think of was the sight of him unzipping my trousers and going down on my cock. I could even imagine how he’d sound as I filled his mouth.”
Even talking about my fantasies was enough to make warmth shoot through me. Meeting River’s gaze, I added, “He’s going to be mine. No one else gets to have him. I don’t want an old geezer turning him into another lackey bitch, a tight hole to have on the side with the rest of them.”
“You think he’ll be wanted by others?”
My thoughts went to Boris Pavlov immediately. The sleazy skin dealer wanted Danny for himself.
“You haven’t seen him, Sugar,” I said in a grim tone. “He looks better than any rent boy they can buy at the clubs.” Anger flared inside me as I thought of the depraved men who worked at these nightclubs. “These men aren’t gay but they like proving their dominance by having a man under them. Fucking women is too easy for them.”
River must have noticed the shift in my mood because he started stroking my arm in soothing circles.
“The ultimate way to dominate a man is to break into him,” I said, explaining why they would fuck a man when a woman could satisfy them just as easily. “They might make him wear a wig and makeup to make the fucking more palatable but they will still fuck him.”
“Make him off-limits,” said River in a serious tone.
I gave a nod. “I will. There’s no way I’m letting some pimp touch him,” I said, thinking of Boris Pavlov’s interest in him. “They will ruin him and infect him with all kinds of shit. And you know what? He won’t be the first recruit this happened to. It’s all too common.”
“You’ll help him,” said River, tightening his hold on my wrist. I could see him starting to worry about Danny too.
“You’re right,” I said. “I won’t let some fucker rape him and turn him into a bitch. He’s going to be mine.
”
“You’re already so possessive,” said River, looking into my eyes. “What’s his name?”
“Danny.”
He wrapped an arm around my chest and placed his head against my shoulder. “You’ve said so much about him. I want to meet him too.” A mischievous grin came on his lips. “I bet he’ll look good on film too.”
I chuckled, liking where his mind had drifted to but anything filmed with Danny in it would go into my personal collection. While I was used to River being a pornstar, Danny was going to belong to me a hundred percent. I might share him with River but no sleazeball wanker was going to see him naked or touch him.
“Want some more champagne?” asked River, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Get some valium too,” I said as he climbed off the bed. My gaze took in the way his hips swayed as he crossed the room. My eyes ran along his bare spine to the curve of his buttocks, spotting a mix of lube and cum right at tops of his thighs. Bending down, he poured champagne into two glasses. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. “Babe, could you grab my phone too?”
“Sure.” Leaving the glasses on the table, he bent down to pick up my jacket. Rummaging inside it for a few seconds, he brought out my cell phone. “Here, you go,” he said, handing me the phone.
“Anything else, Master?” asked River in a husky voice.
“Get back to bed while I make a quick call. We’re not finished yet.”
River handed me a glass of champagne and climbed into bed beside me. Taking a sip, I dialed Alexei’s number.
“What do you need?” said Alexei’s as soon as he picked up.
“Get him for me,” I said.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Danny Owens. Bring him to me now.”
I was glad Alexei didn’t pretend to not know the name. He’d probably already noticed my interest in the young recruit. Even though my cousin seemed cold and quiet, he was even more observant than River.
The call switched off. I knew Alexei would bring Danny to me, so when River started stroking my cock, I turned my full attention on him.
10
Danica
I looked up at the dark ceiling of the room, wondering how many days I’d have to spend here before Victor or one of his men got me out.
The other recruits were gathered in the dining hall, gambling and drinking, but I felt no urge to join them even to keep up a pretense. Drunk thugs were unpredictable and I didn’t want to end up in a fight with more men than I could handle.
There were guards watching over us but I doubted they’d involve themselves. They’d probably let the recruits fight amongst themselves to weed out the weaklings.
I didn’t know what would happen to me next. Victor welcomed me into the gang in yesterday’s meeting but he’d left right after that without any instructions.
Once again, I was reminded of the way he’d held my wrist the whole time when we were standing in the courtyard. I remembered the way my heart pounded at his closeness. My body enjoyed the heat he brought with him but my mind warned me to stay vigilant. His interested gaze, taking in my lips and body, hadn’t gone unnoticed by me.
Could it be that Victor wanted me in another way? What if it wasn’t about employing a new recruit but something else altogether?
Was my disguise attractive to him? Could he possibly want me for just sex...
My fingers clutched onto the thin bedsheet underneath me. I shouldn’t even let my thoughts stray in that direction. It was risky to even be touched by him. There was no way I could let him figure out the truth hidden beneath my clothes. It would blow my cover, get me killed, and cause a loss to the chief.
For a moment, I wondered if I should’ve talked to Nolan about it, but let the thought go. I was probably wrong about Victor’s intentions anyway. It was better to stop thinking about him until I saw him again.
A series of sudden hard knocks on the door jolted me out of my thoughts.
I sat up at once. The box of cigarettes lying beside me fell to the floor. Bending down, I reached for it when the hard, incessant knocking started up again.
“Hey! Open up!” A voice called from outside the room.
There was something familiar about the voice but it didn’t belong to anyone I knew. I’d locked the door before lying down, so I could probably pretend to not even be in the room.
I checked the watch on my wrist. It was past ten P.M already. It could be one of those thugs coming back to start up a fight or it could be someone important.
I debated whether to open the door when the person started knocking again. At this rate, the person would attract the attention of the whole corridor.
My body jolted as the knocks suddenly turned into loud poundings. “Open up!” The door was rattling in its frame now.
Getting to my feet, I crossed the room and opened the door slightly.
“Open up, Danny,” said Boris Pavlov, flashing me a smile through the gap. “I’ve got an offer for you. Let me in so we can talk, hmm?”
“What kind of offer?” I asked, still not opening the door fully. My gut warned me of the situation. Why did Boris have to come in at this late hour to see me? A recruit like me couldn’t be important enough for such a late-night visit.
“Let me in, Danny,” said Boris with that same wide smile. He still had those black shades on which made him seem creepier than before. “It’s better to talk about business matters inside.”
“Master Sokolov told me not to accept any offers,” I lied, hoping to stall him. It wasn’t exactly a far-fetched excuse since Victor did say I couldn’t go to Boris. I had no idea why he didn’t want me working for Boris but at that moment, I was glad for it.
“You don’t have to accept anything but there’s nothing wrong with talking, right?” Boris’s insistence on “talking” sent a shiver down my spine. “Open up now.”
“I really don’t thi—”
Before I could finish speaking, Boris’s arm shot through the door and grabbed hold of the edge. For a moment, we struggled. He tried pushing open the door wider while I tried to lock it back again.
Boris was being too persistent. He was using his body weight to push through the door. It would only be a matter of time before he succeeded and locked us both inside the room. That was a situation I had to avoid at all costs.
“Hang on,” I said. “Move back and I’ll open the door.”
Boris stopped and straightened up, watching me with a grim expression on his tanned, leathery face.
Opening the door, I walked out into the hallway. This was a much better vantage point to hear his “offer”. Our skirmish had already attracted some people into the corridor. Even though they were probably there for entertainment, I felt slightly better in their presence. Boris wouldn’t do something stupid with them watching us.
Boris ran his fingers through the length of his greasy hair and frowned at me. “You know, Danny, when a superior tells you to do something, you obey. You don’t slam the door in his fucking face.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“Didn’t Pete teach you anything?”
“He did—”
“Fucking new meat these days have no manners,” Boris cut in, sneering at me.
“I can’t accept any offers without Master Sokolov’s permission,” I said. “Maybe I can help you some other time?”
“Listen to me before rejecting me,” said Boris in a slurred voice. That was when I noticed his wrinkled shirt falling past his waistband. Shifting closer to me, he whispered in my ear. “You can have any whore you want if you work for me.”
His breath was hot on my cheeks and reeked of whiskey. Fuck! The man was drunk and probably stoned too. Not a good combination when it came to a mobster.
“I’ve got the best selection in the whole of New York City, you know,” he whispered.
“I don’t want any woman,” I said at once. “But thanks for—”
“I have boys too.”
Boris was so close
to me now I could see my baffled face reflected on the surface of Boris’s black shades. The panic in my face was too easy to see. Drunk as he was, Boris seemed to have sensed it too.
“I’ve got plenty of boys. Koreans, Vietnamese, a few from Japan too. All smaller than you, delicate, hairless, so tight that every fuck is like the very first according to clients—”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You like the big boys, perhaps?” Boris leaned in closer to me. “You like taking it in the ass, yes?”
“I—no—” My throat was constricting, cutting off my words.
“So what if you’re a fag?”
The word made me flinch.
“Everybody knows Ivan’s brat is a faggot too,” Boris continued, not caring about anyone hearing him say this shit. “Even daddy dearest knows his son’s a closeted homo but he doesn’t talk about it. Makes it look bad for the future of his clan—”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Pavlov,” I said, cutting him off before he could talk any more shit that could get us both in trouble. “Master Sokolov told me not to—”
With a sudden move, Boris clutched at my hair and slammed my head against the wall. A cry escaped my lips as my vision blackened momentarily. My temporary incapacity proved lethal to me as I realized he’d trapped me against the wall.
I struggled against his hold but he slammed my head into the wall again.
“Oww!” I moaned as I felt my face scrape against the rough surface. A thin stream of warm liquid ran down the side of my face but I couldn’t reach up to touch it and see whether it was blood or a tear. Boris was keeping my arms pinned behind me, incapacitating me completely.
I heard movement behind me and braced for my head to be smashed in again. A few seconds later, I heard the distinct clink of a belt buckle being loosened.
Boris was pulling his trousers down.
I was prepared to witness murders and other criminal activities during this operation. I was even prepared to die any time while staying undercover.
But this?
Being raped by another man because he thought I was a dude was something I hadn’t been prepared for. I was disguised as a man to avoid this very situation but it looked like I invited it anyway.