by Amaya Black
Astrid
"I'm a sadist," Valentin was so close to me, I could smell the cologne he always wore. It tickled my nose and ensnared my senses. He was everything and nothing.
He had blindfolded me and cuffed me to his bed.
I'd barely had a glimpse of the room before it happened.
"What?"
He repeated himself.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Yes," he whispered from somewhere far away.
Shortly, I felt the bed dip under his weight, the bed that had to be in the middle of the apartment. His entire apartment was a Red Room.
Holy fuck, I thought. What have you gotten yourself into?
Something began to drip onto my stomach. My muscles became tense. It wasn't quite wet, but it wasn't cold like liquid. A hint of blueberry began to tease my nose.
"Relax," he whispered. "It's just an oil."
"Oh..."
"How long have you, mmmm…" I moaned out loudly as his hands traveled further down south to my thighs leaving a heat behind. "How long have you been a sadist?"
Magic oil, I thought.
"Too long," Valentin admitted.
"And how many women have you brought here?" I asked not that I really wanted to know the answer.
His movements paused and I felt him lean over my stripped body. I could feel my bare nipples turning into rocks. He hovered before covering my mouth with his.
"A few," he breathed and then I felt him lean away. "But none of them could ever handle this...”
"Handle what?"
"Pain," I heard him chuckle.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, my thoughts start to scramble, and I could feel my heart speed up in my chest.
I was ready to admit I didn't know what the fuck I was doing now.
I shouldn't have tested him.
Soft thuds began to fill my ears and I realized he was finally shedding his clothes.
Goddamn it, he was going to ruin me and these sheets. This had always been his plan. I began to bite my lip as I felt him ease onto the bed and then pause.
"I want you to pick a word, Little Star," he murmured.
Something sharp and thick slid across my thighs.
"Like what," I asked.
"It can be anything, Astrid. Any word you can think....it'll be our word...I'll only ever use that word with you. And when you use it...no matter what, I'll stop."
"No matter what?"
My mind began to race and suddenly the word popped into my mind. For just a moment, I was in fourth grade again. We had been doing a word each week and finally we had approached the last word for the last letter…
"No matter what," he repeated. "Do you have your word locked in your mind?"
"Yes," I said.
"Good, now tell me."
"Zephyr..."
"I like that, Little Star. Now spread your legs for me," he demanded.
I rolled my eyes beneath the blind fold. I was already spread eagle on the bed; my legs weren’t going to go much further but I tried. It seemed like forever that I lay there just waiting for his next words, for his next actions.
Rapidly the flesh on my inner thighs began to burn. The sound of my flesh being spanked began to grow inside of my ears. I tried to sit up, but I was powerless. All I could do was squirm as what I assumed to be leather bit into my flesh.
"Ohhh!" I cried out and moaned.
"Astrid your skin has turned so red...there are small welts," Valentin said and I could hear the excitement in his voice.
He really was different.
I must have been his sick as match because I was getting wet from his actions. This man was into the kinkiest shit and I didn't mind. I kind of...liked it.
The stings eventually turned into a small sort of pleasure as the hits drew closer and closer to my vagina. When he had draw as close as he could, he stopped and slipped the blindfold from my eyes. The dim light in the room made my eyes hurt and sting as I struggled to take him in. He was still leaning over me. Looking in between us, I saw he was hard enough to cut through asphalt.
"I've never had anyone last that long," a growl escaped from his throat.
Val's eyes seemed to have turned inky black pools, devoid of emotion. It had been a pleasure for him to spank me; it had delighted him. His skin even seemed to be more flushed. I simply wanted him to enter me.
"Guess I'm special," I murmured.
I watched him begin to undue the leather cuffs that had bound my body to the bed. To the left of me, I saw the riding crop that Valentin had used to spank my thighs.
My flesh was still stinging, and I could feel an invisible force on my thighs which I lifted to inspect. A few welts had begun to decorate my inner thighs.
Relaxing, I watched as Valentine came in between my legs and kissed at the spots. A slow moan escaped my lips and then we came face to face.
"Little Star...I don't know if I'll always be able to control my urges," he said.
I smirked like I'd seen him do a million times in the last few months. "You mean to tell me that you know how to lose control."
"Yes," he whispered.
Suddenly, my legs were up past my head and he was inside of me. All I could do was moan at how quickly he filled me up. Our eyes locked and I knew what's waiting for me. The vibrator he had had me wear all night and the spankings, all of it was just part of the larger game.
He began to slam into me.
Hard.
Fast.
My legs began to quake from the position they were in and all I could do was whimper and take every single inch that he offered to me. My body was locked into place; I was Val’s captive.
He began to slow down and gradually pulled out of me. With no warning he pulled me up and forced me onto my knees. He stood above me, and I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I eased forward and began to lick my juices from his cock.
Slowly, Valentine's hand began to wind its way through my hair. As he yanked, my roots screaming in protest, my mouth flew open and he crammed himself down my throat. Spit began to ooze from my mouth but I decided he wouldn’t control the tempo. My hands went to the base of his dick and I began to work him over. I could feel him losing control with every bob of my head.
I wanted him to do it.
Needed him to do it.
"AHHHHHH!"
His guttural scream began to ring in my ears. Both of his hands went to the side of my face and he forced me to take him as deep into my throat as I possibly could. The feeling of him exploding with pleasure as it eased down my throat gave me satisfaction that I had made Valentin Sarfaryan lose control.
Afterwards, we cleaned up and we changed the sheets on the bed. I went to crawl back in but saw that he was going to lay on the couch.
"I'm not saying we have to cuddle but damn..."
"I...I never usually sleep with anyone," he said.
"Is this why you've been sleeping on the couch?" I asked fluffing the fresh new comforter around me.
"Pretty much," he said.
"I don't bite," I replied and lay back onto the pillows.
Complete and total darkness surrounded us eventually. The bed dipped and shifted just a bit and the covers got peeled back. I could feel the warmth radiating from Valentin as he pulled me in close.
I didn't want to like it.
I didn't want to like that the warmth of his skin felt so right.
That all of this felt so fucking right.
I wanted to continue hating him. After all I was still pretty much broke and missing forty thousand dollars and I was waiting for the Feds to come and lock me up at any moment. I turned over to face him.
"Just because we fuck, doesn't mean I don't still hate you," I muttured.
"Little Star, just because I fuck you, doesn't mean I'm going to fall in love with you," I could tell he was smirking even in the dark.
I smacked at his chest, feeling the slight amount of hair that grew there. "But you love, Lexie Girl, right?"
The moment
he took a breath, I felt his chest expand against my breast. I snuggled into him. God, it felt so damn right, but I'd never tell him that shit.
"I wish that I had known about Lexie from the moment you knew," I heard him say. "I wish I'd known because there are parts of me that I've turned off. Especially, emotions. But she's..."
In the dark, I found his lips. "She's perfect."
"Yes. We should plan something with her. A trip to Disneyland...I know she loves that Moana movie."
Excitedly I asked, "Really?"
"Yes."
"I'll start making plans in the morning," I giggled. "She's going to be so excited."
"Good, now let’s gets some rest. We can tell her first thing in the morning."
"Careful," I started to yawn. "Making plans with me and I might start to think this is more than just fucking."
He chuckled and the vibrations rippled over my skin.
"Don't count on it."
Chapter 20
Astrid
"Ma'am", a voice said from behind me.
My hand had just been about to reach for shining metal bar of the daycare's door. I saw one of the administrators look up and give a friendly smile when they spotted me. I smiled back and then whirled on my heel to face whoever this man was.
"Yes?"
He was tall and dark haired, with a scar running down the middle of his face. Sunglasses kept his eyes hidden and I could see my reflection in the lenses. There was a menacing presence about him and he wore a black leather jacket.
"I have someone that needs to speak with you," he said.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" I asked confused.
This man had no one that I needed to meet.
"You don't… but as I said before, my employer wishes to speak with you," he muttered.
"Sir, both you and your employer can go to hell. I don't know..."
About one hundred smart ass remarks died on my lips as he pushed his leather jacket to the side. There was a gun tucked into the waist band of his pants. I stared at it for a moment and then my eyes went back to his face.
"Please don't make a scene, ma'am," the man grinned. "He's waiting just there."
I followed his finger and saw a town car parked at the edge of the daycare's parking lot. The sun seemed to glint and gleam off the car's polished surfaces. It almost seemed to blind me, and I had to look away.
"And what if I do...make a scene," I folded my arms over my chest.
"It's unneeded ma’am, my employer just wants to speak with you," he repeated.
Before I knew it, the click of my olive-green suede boot heels were hitting the pavement and filling my ears. The dangerous man was walking closely behind me and every few steps, I would throw a look at him to see where he was. I could tell he was watching me very closely and my hands had started to shake, and it wasn't from the chilly autumn wind. Adrenaline was a pumping its way through my body.
Fight or flight.
Whoever awaited me in this car, was I going to have to fight for my life? For my daughter's life.
When we reached the car, Sunglasses opened the door for me.
I gave him a look and then he growled, "Get the hell in the car."
"Sorry if I'm not feeling super trusting right now," I gave him a look.
If I'd been taller than I was and had muscles, I would have beaten him to a pulp. Ignoring my crazy thoughts, I eased into the car and found a well-dressed older gentleman waiting for me. His hair was salt and pepper looking, and he had a goatee. In one hand rested a glass of dark brown liquid.
He smiled and it didn’t quite reach his eyes. That was the moment I realized who this was. It was the eyes that gave him away. Eyes I'd seen on my daughter and her father.
Viktor Safaryan the extremely dangerous and psychopathic grandfather to my daughter sat in front of me.
Fuck, I thought.
"Ah, Miss Davis, thank you for joining me," he spoke.
My senses were all fired up; everything in me was telling me to run. I was on such high alert that it seemed that I could feel every single lump and bump on the seat I'd slid into. Sunglasses went to close the door to the car but I stopped him with my foot.
"I don't think so," I said.
"It's quite alright, Andre," Viktor spoke and Sunglasses relented.
My gaze swung back to Viktor. "Do I know you?"
The glass raised to his lips and he chuckled. "Let's not play games, Miss Davis. You know exactly who I am. You know exactly what I'm capable of...just like you know what my son is capable of. However, I have no wishes to harm Alexandra."
I couldn't swallow.
My throat seemed to have gone dry at the mention of Lexie's name in this man's mouth.
"I'm still not sure who you..."
"DON"T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, MISS DAVIS," Viktor's voice boomed through the car.
I didn't flinch, even though he was the single scariest fucking person I'd ever met. Thoughts of what he could do to me and Lexie scared me but for now they were just thoughts.
"Fine," I dropped the act. "What do you want from me, Mr. Safaryan?."
He grinned and sipped his drink again. There was hardly anything in the glass now and I wished he'd just finish it off.
"I've been informed on some things," Viktor leaned forward.
"Some things?"
"My son...has you in some sort of an agreement for Alexandra. He's threatened to take her from you," he spoke.
"What about it?"
"I can get you out of it....can get those pesky federal agents off your back," he shrugged.
He was about to make an offer. But men like Viktor wanted something in return. If he scratched my back, then he would want his scratched in return.
"What do you need from me?"
The smile just wouldn't leave his face. He had leaned even closer and I could see signs of heavy aging had appeared. Viktor had a tan so deep he appeared to look like leather. If he didn't start using sunscreen, a mob war with his nephew and son were going to be the least of his problems.
"Take this," he said. "It's programed with my cellphone number."
"I haven't said yes to anything yet," I looked down at the small black flip phone he had placed into my lap.
"Valentin has destroyed your world. You have no loyalty to anyone but yourself and my granddaughter. All I want from you, Miss Davis is a name."
"A name?"
"Yes. Get me the name of my son...use your charm and skills," he stated. "And I'll make it so that Valentin never bothers you ever again. Now go...you're going to be late picking up my granddaughter from daycare."
I slipped from the car in a hurry and didn't look back, even when I heard the door close. I could hear the tires spinning up rocks as it left. Tucking the phone in my back pocket, I finally made it inside of the daycare to sign Lexie out.
The entire ride back to the mansion, Lexie talked animatedly about Disneyland and her Poppa. All I could think of was the phone in the middle console. It was like a ticking time bomb and I could hear it ticking away.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone started ringing through the speaker phone system of my Porsche, that I had finally gotten back with a fresh paint job. Valentin's name had shown up on the screen.
I answered.
"Hey," I said, feeling panicked.
"How long till you're home?" he asked.
"Hi Poppa!" Lexie exclaimed from the backseat.
"Lexie Girl," Valentin's dark voice instantly changed, and I could tell he was smiling.
They chatted for a few moments till I took back over the conversation.
"I'll be there momentarily," I spoke.
"Okay," he said. "Little Star...don't do anything stupid."
He hung up and his words lingered in the air.
Goddamn it, he knows already, I wanted to slam my head into the steering wheel. To drown out my thoughts I cranked up the Moana soundtrack.
"Let’s sing Lexie," I checked on her in the rear view mirror.
We began to sing at the top of our lungs and didn't stop until we pulled into the circular driveway. I parked directly behind the black Lamborghini that Valentin never seemed to park in the garage. He popped out as soon as I opened Lexie's door and she ran to him.
I watched him scoop her up into his arms and drop a kiss in to her hair that was frizzy from a hard day of playing at school. He put her down and they walked into the house hand in hand, and I almost seemed to be an after thought. My steps were slow and steady and all I could think of was the phone in the middle console of the car.
By the time I reached the kitchen, Nova and Liam were there. He was dressed in a usual suit and my best friend had on a large vintage long sleeve cartoon t-shirt that made me yearn for my childhood. They looked up when I approached, and Nova gave me a soft smile. Valentin had already busied himself with making a small snack for Lexie.
"Thank you, Poppa," I heard Lexie murmur from the living room with the large tv.
The twins had put on a My Little Pony and were sharing popcorn. They were always so good with her whenever Lexie was around. Some days I wished she had a sibling. Valentin came back over and stood beside me which made me rethink the thought.
"So how was everyone's day?" I asked.
Nova stared at me and shook her head. "Really?"
"Really what?" I asked trying to play coy.
"Do you really think...that I would let Alexandra attend a school unprotected. My father is out to fucking destroy me and my cousin. Of course, I have eyes on her."
Oh so he does know, I thought.
"You didn't tell me that?" I shrugged.
Liam spoke next, "Did my uncle threaten you?"
I wrapped my arms around me. It was starting to feel like the Spanish Inquisition in this damn place. The last time I'd felt this way, Val had grilled me about the paternity of our daughter. A deep breath escaped from my lips and I tried to read the room.
"Not exactly," I said. "He made me an offer...and honestly, it was one that I didn't want to refuse."
Pain shot into my arm.
Valentin's hand had snaked out and dug into the tender flesh of my upper arm. I tried to yank away but he had me in a firm grasp.
"Tell me, word for word, what he said, Astrid. Or so help me God, I'll kill you my fucking self."