Vassily: Perfect Pain - a Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance

by Alice May Ball

  She murmurs, “Are we safe here? Am I safe with you?”

  Instinctively I put my arms around her. Just today she’s been through the attack on the club, the two idiots abducting her, tying her to a chair on the stage in Vovo’s, the gunfight there. If any of that frightened or even unnerved her, she gives no sign of it at all. She must have come through a literal hell of a life to get to this point and be unfazed by all of that.

  I realize it now because this is the first time, I’ve heard her breath get heavy. This is no time for sentimentality. We should be safe for now, but this is no more than a break from the battle. Her cool fingers stroke my cheek. I take hold of her hand.

  I tell her, “Look,” her wet eyes shine. Her brow quivers and her lips part. My body enfolds her. My mouth fastens on hers. Her mouth opens to receive me. I take a hold of her, stroking the back of her head. my other hand sliding down her turning waist. Her pelvis rolls and rides against my clenching thigh.

  We kiss. Long. Deep. Her breath moans in her chest. My blood runs hot.

  “I don’t want to feel for you, Russian killer. I don’t want to be bound to you.” She looks down and back up, pressing closer, “Not bound emotionally. Not in that way.”

  Through the fabric of my pants, my cock stretches against her quivering stomach. Her voice is a whisper. “I can’t afford that kind of feeling.” I kiss her again. Then her eyebrows arch. She says, “I don’t think that you can afford it either.”

  And she frowns, “See? I care about you already.”

  I hold her tighter. “I thought that you hated me. “

  “I do, boy soldier.” She touches my lip, traces it with her fingertip. “Trouble is, it’s hard to hate somebody without caring about them.”

  Her other hand slides down the front of my stomach. She looks down and then up and her palm slips over the ridge of my cock. She cups her hand on the pulsing shaft. “This isn’t caring.” her eyes flutter as she squeezes. “This is just chemistry.”

  “You don’t believe that any more than I do.”

  Her knee nudges my thigh. “You could fucking try. Can you afford for your feelings to get all messed up and muddled in this fucking situation, eh? Mr. Gangster?”

  “Are you really a virgin?”

  Her perfume is driving me crazy.

  She grabs my ass, pulls her body hard into mine. “Do you always try to change the subject?”

  There’s no way I can stop my hips, my cock from sliding against her. Rocking hard on the soft, tightening and flexing flesh of her stomach. “This is the subject. If you really are, then you might not be prepared for how you’ll feel.”

  She leans into me and her soft heat excites my flesh all the way up the front of my body. “I’ve had to cope with a lot of feelings, Russian killer. I’ve had practice.” She moans as she says it.

  Her breasts swell and heave against me. I squeeze her ass and she kisses me. My hands go wild. I grab her ass in one hand while the other rakes down from her cheek down the side of her long neck, down to her breast. Her body writhes and grinds against mine. Hot. Frantic. Her leg lifts and curls behind mine. I’m breathing hard and heavy as she thrusts and rubs the wet heat of her mound along the length of my cock.

  Her body jolts as my hand slides up her thigh. At the top, I feel the scarring. My fingers trace the irregular, jagged lines. “What’s that?”

  “Keep your questions for another time,” she kisses me again. More fiercely. Her hips push her against me so hard I can almost make out the shapes of her folds through my pants.

  e’s going to know. It’s been my secret forever. Having somebody else know that about me, that seems even bigger than the thought of having his massive cock inside me. My wet wings run hard against the shape of his shaft. I need him; I have to have him. Even if he will know.

  I could try to make him shut the lights off. It wouldn’t be dark enough in here to hide the scars. Maybe I can keep his eyes away from there. But it’s too late now that his fingers have found the marks. After all of this time, now having him know seems like it would be just a part of opening up to him. A bigger part even than his fat shaft cleaving me open.

  But I don’t want to stop and answer questions. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I want to fuck. I want him to fuck me. Hard. In every way that’s possible. I distract him the only way I know how. Not that I’ve ever done it before. But I’ve thought about it enough. And practiced. More than ever, since I met him.

  I slide my pussy down his leg, not losing contact with his thigh for a moment. I pause to grind on his knee. Feeling him hard against my desperate pearl sends sensations all the way out to my thighs and my stinging nipples. I rake my nails down his shirt, feeling the ripples of his hard abs as I start to catch the musty scent from inside his pants. I’m going to swallow him, whole.

  I pause to press my tits either side of his cock and shake them. He is so huge. I’m tingling from my neck to my knees. I peel his pants open. Press my breasts against the straining silk of his boxers. The scent of him makes me almost drunk. I’m salivating.

  There’s a bang on the door.

  I close his pants and get up. He holds a gun at the door and he peers through the spy-hole. I wait by the door to the bathroom. Vassily keeps the gun behind his back as he opens the door.

  A blond uniformed server pushes a trolley into the middle of the room. Two white plates with silver covers and two tall champagne glasses rattle with the cutlery and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

  The boy takes a long time about getting out the tablet for Vassily to sign on. He’s smiling and chatty. He tells Vassily that the steaks are the finest Argentinian Angus, cooked medium rare. “There’s ketchup, mustard, and horseradish on the side and a green leaf salad with a light vinaigrette.”

  The boy looks out of the window and says, “You’ve got the best suite in the hotel here. This view, I could look out of these windows all day.”

  Vassily’s jaw clenches as he asks, “You want me to sign?”

  The boy fumbles like he’s surprised to be asked, but he fishes out a tablet. Vassily signs and tips the boy. He’s still holding the gun behind his back in his left hand as he walks the boy back to the door and out.

  He shuts the door. Leans back against it as he turns. Standing in front of the door with the gun in his hand, his eyes blaze at me. He scowls and his bottom lip trembles a little. He turns his other hand, palm out and he starts, “Look–”

  I jump on him. Lock my mouth on his. Fling my arms around his neck and lock my legs around his back. I cross my ankles and squeeze every part of me onto every part of him. I wrap myself around him.

  He’s stiff as he makes an effort to resist. His body is still, and he pulls his head back. I kiss him anyway. then his hands take hold of me. First, it’s a firm grip. Like he’s going to pull me off. I think he means to. But I go on kissing him. And my pussy is pressed, weeping as it rocks against the ridges of his hard stomach.

  His fingers slide into my hair. He takes a grip. He’s going to pull my head back. I kiss him harder. I want this man. I want to be wrapped on him. I want him inside me. I need him. My pussy aches. I shove my mound against him, trying to rub my clit. Trying to scratch it like an itch. His dark scent is intoxicating. I want to lick him. Nip him all over with my teeth. I want to eat him.

  Clinging on I pull his coat and his shirt up his back. My first touch against his hot skin electrifies me. I slide down to kiss his neck and claw the front of his shirt out of his pants. He walks and slings me onto my back on the bed. His eyes are on fire.

  I lunge back up at his belt. He shrugs out of his coat and throws it carelessly at a chair. He’s pulling the shirt open and I’m tugging on the buckle of his belt. His shirt slips off. My breath catches and my eyes water. I’m stunned into stillness for a moment. The landscape of ripples and ridges of his inked and sculpted torso is too beautiful. Then I get back to work.

  Getting frantic, I slide his pants and his boxers down over
the hard globes of his ass and his hefty shaft springs free. He’s pulling at the mess of my dress. I have to wriggle. The whole of my body is hoping that he’s going to fuck me. I’m quaking inside at the thought and the anticipation.

  And I’m wondering if I’ll need a key or a paperclip or something. If I try to get something it would mean breaking away from him and I don’t want to be that far away from him.

  Now that I’ve felt the touch of his skin, I want to stay in contact with him. A force crackles between us and I don’t want the circuit to be broken. But if I need something, then I’ll need it. A great idea jumps into my head.

  I tug his belt out of his pants. Wrapping it around his hard ass, the leather against his skin makes my insides rumble and shudder. I pull him toward me. His cock is right in front of me. I’ve practiced with all kinds of things, toothbrushes, bananas, cucumbers. Nothing prepared me for this.

  I know I have the skills I need, but I don’t know if I can control myself. I want him so much it’s like an ocean current. It’s a force that seems to come from outside of me. I lick the underside of him. Slowly. I’m trying to adjust myself to the taste of him but the contact and the scent of him is making me shake all over.

  I use the belt to pull him nearer and it gives me a feeling of control. His hand is in my hair. I whack it away. Too hard. I don’t care. His hips tilt.

  I tell him, “Keep. Fucking. Still.” Too harsh. I don’t care. I lick him again and I can’t prevent the groan from searing out through my chest. With the belt still in my hands, I slide my fingers over his ass. I keep the buckle in one hand. And I run the tip of my tongue around the angry bulb. He twitches violently. I slap his ass. As hard as I can.

  It feels like I hit a boulder with a flower. My hand is stinging more than his ass, I’m sure. But that’s okay. I do it again. And I put my lips over the top of him. He’s burning hot. And the taste is so strong. I suck on the end. He shudders. I want him to tell me what he likes. But that can wait for another time.

  I’m discovering something. Power that I never thought I would have. But more I love the feeling of him, sliding into my mouth. Filling my mouth. the bulky ridges press down on my tongue. Pushing all the way in.

  As the slick head slides to the back of my tongue, super-sweet saliva bursts into my mouth. Gushes all over his massive shaft.

  I take him into my throat. My wet muscles close firm and tight around him. He’s so hot, he feels like a solid shaft of glowing fire. The sensation rises and explodes through my body. I must remember to breathe. Controlling the reflex is easier than I expected. Easier than it was with a Hitachi attachment.

  I slide my throat down and up, gripping him, pulling on him, squeezing him, swallowing him. As hard as I can, I drive my head farther along his hard shaft until he’s all the way in. Until his balls beat against my chin. Until my nose pokes into the cleft where his torso meets the base of his cock. Between the two cables of tendon right at the hilt.

  He shudders and starts to move. I whip him with the belt.

  He groans, “Oh, you fucking little wonder.”

  I slow down. His groans get deeper and louder. His ass clenches. I dig my nails into it. His thighs lock and shake and he clenches his ass harder. He jams his cock deeper into my mouth. I whip the back of his leg with the belt. He shudders. I whip him again. His cock pulses hard. It swells and I feel like it might choke me. I’m keeping it in my throat though.

  Now the hot bolts start like a ring at the base, pumping from his balls. And then he explodes. Into my throat, slathering out in my mouth. Slick and salty over my tongue. Sticky around my lips. And I slurp and suck it all down, plunging faster and harder on his cock to get it all. I keep on pumping and sucking. I pull my lips tight around him as I slide, up and then back down, licking all the way.

  Now I let him put his hands in my hair. Now I let him hold me, put his hands on my breasts and kiss me. Now I let him tell me that we should eat.

  “But before that,” he says, and the look in his eyes burns through me. He flings me on the bed. I’m shocked by how strong he is. Even if I wanted to resist, I’m too stunned by his power. And I do want to resist, but only to try and heighten the excitement. And he’s doing fine with that.

  He pulls off all the rest of my clothes. I’m in a daze, still savoring the taste of his cum. He splays me out across the bed. He seizes my breasts. His mouth, his lips, his tongue devour them. He kisses my neck. While he does that, I know that he’s seen the marks on my ribs and my sides. His fingers trace the scars. He murmurs, “You’re going to tell me about those. About all of them.”

  Half in a daze, I hear my own voice. “Maybe, Russian killer. Maybe not.”

  is mouth is on my stomach. My hips. The insides of my thighs. I pull my knees together. I want to find the light switch. I tell him.

  He laughs and pulls my thighs apart. “You don’t want me to see the scars?”

  “I’m in shock This is too fast.”

  His chuckle lights fires inside me. “I know. Don’t worry. They’re part of you. They’re beautiful, too.”

  I’m melting so much it’s making me light-headed. I don’t want him to see them. But the with the lightest touch, the very point of his tongue trips across them. Then he flutters a kiss. And he goes back to the insides of my thighs.

  Into my mound, he murmurs, “It’s okay, little doll. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

  I never felt a tongue explore me before. Not like this. Nothing like this. I played once, with a friend. But it wasn’t anything like the insane trapeze and high-wire flips that all of my insides make as his strong, agile tongue sets off reactions from all over my pussy and my ass. It’s all so unfamiliar, by the time I’ve worked out what he’s doing, he’s moved on somewhere else.

  I’m soaring from the deep, soulful suckle that he gives to my little stalk and his wide, flattened tongue has moved on to spread and lay out my wings. While I’m twitching inside from his teasing and trilling of his lips around the base of my aching clitoris and his tongue has bored, long and mobile, deep into my folds and is probing the walls that hide the button.

  At the same time, he strokes my feet. Plays with my toes. He reaches up to my breasts. All the while he’s murmuring into me. Half of what he says I can’t understand, but I feel his hot breath on my lips and my thighs and far up inside me. I feel the vibration of his voice and it sets me shuddering. My arms are up and stretching out. My body twists. My thighs and my ass clench.

  My back stretches and bends and as his long, strong wet python of a tongue flicks around inside me and sets off all my hidden depth charges, making my fingers and toes curl and clench, grasping and clawing. I’m breathless and howling when I find the belt buckle. I almost can’t remember why I thought I would need it. I don’t, and I can’t concentrate.

  His mouth finds more ways to put me in a spin. I’m brimming inside, like a dam too heavy with rain and a rush of rivers. I’m bursting. I spill and gush. I’m cresting in breaking waves.

  Taken by surprise, I sit up to grab his head. The sight of his eyes beaming up at me and his mouth on me topples me, helpless, up and off the edge again. His tongue plays me. He commands me, and I dance like a puppet. Until I’m done.

  I look at him, amazed and I quiver, hot, wet and spent.

  All the time he smirks, and he chuckles that dark, evil laugh.

  pour the champagne. Tell her to eat. She says she’s too tired.

  When I lift the silver covers off the steaks and fries, I wave them. The warm scent of the food wafts into the room and toward her.

  I take her glass over and she’s stirring at the smell of the food. Messed up, drowsy and wet, she’s beautiful. I haven’t forgotten about the scars and I will ask her. Not now, though. Difficult questions can wait. I’m taking a little pride in my own ability, having successfully distracted her attention.