by Tia Siren
“Don't you go fucking her or I'll kill you.”
Lucy flew into a rage. Who the hell did she think she was? She wrapped her arms around the woman and rolled her onto the floor in a perfect wrestler’s throw. The woman was stunned when she hit the ground hard. “Don't you talk like that. You may have the advantage over me now, but when this is over, I'll find you,” Lucy hissed, her knee across the woman's throat.
“Get the bitch off me,” the woman shouted.
Grigori pulled Lucy away and put her on the sofa. The woman got up gingerly and stretched her back. Without saying anything, she walked back up the stairs and slammed the door.
“That was very brave,” Grigori said.
“Who the fuck is she?”
“That's my girlfriend, Natasha.”
“You have a girlfriend like that? Jesus, Grigori, what the hell were you thinking when you hooked up with her? She's a bitch, and she's ugly.”
Grigori remained silent, and Lucy got the impression she'd hit the nail on the head. He didn't appear to be very fond of her either. “She's dangerous,” he said.
“What do you care? You're the most dangerous man in New York.”
“No. There is one man more dangerous than me. That's her father, Iakov Sheludko.”
“You Russians are so fucked up,” she said angrily. “Listen, Grigori, stop playing games. Let me go. It'll do you no good keeping me here.”
“Not until your father has paid his debt. I told you.”
Lucy had spent the time between Grigori's visits deliberating whether to offer herself to him in exchange for her freedom. He was a very handsome man, just her type, and although not the kind of thing she wanted to do, with him she thought it would be bearable. What her father would think of her if she did that, she didn't know.
“Grigori, do you think I'm attractive?” she began. He looked at her quizzically.
“Why are you asking me?”
“Because I think you're hot. How about it? I'll let you fuck me if you set me free afterward.” She slid next to him on the sofa and put her hand on his leg. “Imagine how nice it would be to feel my firm ass and look at my pert breasts,” she said as her hand slid up toward his bulge.
He took a sharp breath, and she could feel the material in his jeans moving. “No,” he said as his hand slammed onto hers. He pulled her arm away and stood up.
“Look,” she said. She began to open the buttons on her blouse. He watched until she reached the fourth button. When her bra came into view, she noticed a considerable swelling in between his legs.
“Stop,” he said.
“You can have me all,” she added.
He turned away and walked up the stairs. When the light went out, Lucy lay on the sofa and cried. What was she doing? she asked herself. But she was now more convinced than ever that it was the only way to get out of the mess she was in.
An hour later Natasha came back downstairs. This time she was carrying a rope and a gun. “Stand against the pillar, over there,” she said, pointing the gun at Lucy. She obviously wasn't going to chance being overpowered again. Lucy did as she was asked. Natasha held the gun to Lucy's face and ripped open Lucy's blouse. “Ah, what secrets are you hiding under here?” she said as she rubbed the tip of the gun over her bra.
“Fuck off, you moron,” Lucy said.
“No need to be impolite,” Natasha said.
“Take off your pants.”
Lucy looked at her and wondered whether she was bisexual.
“Do it,” she shouted when Lucy didn't move.
Lucy reluctantly lowered her pants and stepped out of them. Natasha picked them up and took her blouse from her. She tied Lucy to the pillar and looked at her. “Now you won't be able to escape,” she said.
Upstairs, Grigori was sitting at the kitchen table, unable to get the image of Lucy's bra from his mind. She was so beautiful, soft and gentle looking, yet she stood her corner and was tough. Just the thought of her lying naked under him as he thrust into her made him hard.
“We'll kill her if her father hasn't paid before the end of the week,” Natasha said when she arrived in the kitchen.
“Are you fucking mental? As far as I know you're not a retard, are you?” Grigori said. “We can't kill her.”
“You asshole. You've thought nothing of killing people before, for much less. Just because she's beautiful, you don't want to shoot her. Well, I will.”
Grigori got up from his chair and took her by the throat. “If you touch her, I'll kick your ass so hard you won't sit down for weeks.”
“And what will my daddy say about that?” she asked as he held her against the wall.
“That's all you can do, isn't it? Run to daddy every time. Well, there will be a day when he's not here anymore.”
“And what are you saying? Are you going to kill him?”
Grigori didn't reply. “I'm gonna see what you've done to her, and if it's bad, I'll put an end to you.”
“Fuck you, Grigori. You're nothing but a two-bit gangster. You’re an asshole, and I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing with you.”
“Well fuck off then,” he shouted. He took her by the hair and pulled her from the kitchen, through the hallway, and out into the front yard. He walked back inside, took her car keys from the hook next to the door, and threw them at her. “Fuck off and don't come back, you ugly bitch.”
*****
“I'm sorry,” Grigori said as he untied Lucy. “I'll fetch a robe for you.” Before he went upstairs, he stopped and looked at her standing in just her bra and panties. He was disappointed in himself when his cock once more began to stiffen at the sight of her. “She's a bitch,” he said when he arrived back with the bathrobe. He held it out for her, and she slipped into it.
“You know my offer still stands. We could have a nice time together,” she said.
“Lucy, you are more beautiful than any woman I've ever seen, and I would like nothing more, but it's not right. When you father pays, as he will, you can go.”
She realized she actually wanted him to say yes to her proposal. She was shocked by the thoughts she was having. She was beginning to have fantasies about the man who only a day ago had put a gun into her father's mouth.
“Sleep on the sofa,” Grigori said. “You won't be tied up again.”
When he left, she lay down and wondered what it would take to get him to accept what she wanted. Maybe she should take her clothes off the next time she heard him coming downstairs.
Grigori had a shower and got into bed. When his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep, exhausted by the incident with Natasha. When he woke, it was 2 a.m. and his cock was painfully hard. That often happened in the morning when he woke, but this erection wasn't like those. This was real arousal. His cock was telling him he needed to fuck her, and he needed to fuck her now. He would fuck her and let her go.
He got out of bed and went downstairs. Naked and fully erect, he unlocked the basement door and crept down the stairs. He fumbled around in the dark until he found her. He slipped an arm under her upper body and another under the crook of her knees. When he lifted her up, she woke. She didn't scream or make any kind of protest. She knew why he was there, and she wanted to be free.
“I want to fuck you,” he said as he carried her up the stairs toward the light.
“And then you'll set me free?”
“Yes. In the morning.”
“I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me,” she said.
“You're so fucking hot, I can't. I just have to have you. It's wrong, but I can't help myself.”
Lucy let her hand fall to his groin and began to stroke his hard cock as it bounced up and down in rhythm with his steps. “You're a big boy, aren't you?” she whispered. His breathing became noticeably heavier, and his step quickened.
“Take me to the bathroom,” she said. “I've been down there for a day and a half, and I need a shower.”
He carried her into the en-suite and put her down. “I'm waiting. Don't b
e long,” he said.
The bathroom was like everything else in the house, luxurious. The floor was made of marble, and the shower was a double walk-in. She turned the water on and threw her robe on the floor.
Under the hot water, she began to relax. She wondered if at some point in the future she would regret giving herself to a criminal just to secure her release. It was a seedy thing to do, but what choice did she have? He was attractive, and she thought she might even enjoy it. She knew her dad would go crazy if he knew, but he never would. She would tell him Grigori had changed his mind. It even occurred to her that she might be able to get him to forgive her father's debts, or at least a large part of them. All she was doing was what thousands of women before her had done: using her beauty to overpower a man. “Pussy power,” she said under her breath. She laughed but then suddenly stopped when she realized how precarious her position still was.
When she was finished, she opened the door and walked into the bedroom, naked. He was lying on the bed with his arm's folded behind his head. His cock was still as hard as it had been when he'd picked her up.
“You really want me, don't you?” she said.
“How do you know?”
“Your cock's been hard since you came to see me. That's been about twenty minutes now.”
“Is it surprising? I mean look at you. You're perfect.”
He was perfect too, she thought. His long legs were bronzed and covered in fine dark hair. She stepped toward him and ran her hand from his ankle to his calf, feeling the coarseness of his hairs and the tightness of his trained muscles. When her hand reached his upper thigh, he groaned, and she saw his penis twitch. His cock was long and straight. Lucy had seen a lot of naked men, usually as models in art classes, but Grigori's penis was more arousing than any penis she'd seen before. It was pretty, in as far as a cock could be pretty. She ran her hand from the outside of his leg and cupped his balls.
“Jesus, that's nice,” he said.
They felt coarse and heavy. She began to massage them, gently flicking her nails across his delicate skin, teasing him, making his arousal unbearable. She gently took his shaft in her hand and rubbed up and down its length. She loved the expression on his face as she helped herself to him. She continued to rub his length as her hand left his balls and rubbed over his hard stomach, up to his bulging chest. He had no chest hair, and she enjoyed the feel of rubbing her hand freely over his skin. When her hand moved over him, she felt his muscles respond in tiny waves of excitement.
She got onto the bed and straddled him, all the time rubbing him, making him groan. “Put me inside you,” he moaned, unable to last much longer. The sight of her slender body on him and her large breasts moving in time to the actions of her hand was too much. All he could think of was taking her.
“Not so fast. I want to enjoy it,” she said.
“But I'm so close,” he moaned. “You don't know what you do to me.” She took her hand from him and lay down next to him. When she opened her legs, he knew what she wanted.
She gasped when he rolled between her legs and kissed her soft folds. She'd expected a man like him to unleash a bruising onslaught when he licked her, but he was gentle, expertly teasing her to the edge and letting her hang. “Let me come,” she said impatiently when it became unbearable. He took more of her into his mouth and worked her with his tongue. When she came, she scratched his shoulders and thrashed her legs over his back.
Without letting her recover, he slid up her, kissing her breasts as he went. When his face reached hers, he was already deep inside her. He shoved his hands under her buttocks and felt their softness as he built up his thrusts. She was soon gasping again as his body rubbed again hers. Wave after wave of pleasure left her trembling center, crashing somewhere in her head. Her body tensed, and he felt her coming once more.
“Jesus, you're so sexy,” he said as he looked at her face, tiny beads of sweat forming on her hairline.
“So are you,” she gasped, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his movements. She didn't care now what the circumstances were. She was lost in their lovemaking, and nothing else seemed to matter. That he'd kidnapped her and locked her in a basement were minor irrelevancies. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed the side of this face.
“I can't much longer. I'm gonna come,” he said.
“Come with me,” she shouted. She quickly began to pleasure herself. Her timing was perfect; as soon as she felt him twitch inside her, she came. They shook together, cried out together, and clung onto each other for minutes. When he slipped out of her, he rolled onto his back.
“Sorry,” he said.
“What for?”
“For mistreating you.”
Lucy smiled and thought about what she'd told herself in the shower. It worked every time, she thought. “Can I go now?” she asked.
“Sure. I'll have someone take you home.”
“Don't you want me to stay?” She'd hoped he would ask her to sleep with him. His sudden agreement to her release felt perversely like rejection.
“You can stay if you’d like. It would be nice if you did. Maybe we can do it again when I've recovered.”
“I'd like that,” she said. She drew closer to him and put a leg over his midriff.
“Forgive my father his debt. He's a fool sometimes. A gambling debt isn't a real debt. You're not out of pocket,” she said.
“I'll think about it,” he said just before he fell asleep.
*****
“Wake up, you stupid fuck,” 'Natasha said. She fired a bullet into the pillow between them. Grigori automatically reached under the bed. “Is this what you are looking for?” Natasha asked as she held his weapon aloft.
“You bitch. What do you want?”
“I see you couldn't wait for me to leave before you screwed this tramp,” she barked. “Get out of bed, bitch.” Her gun was now pointing at Lucy's head.
“Okay,” Lucy said. Natasha took her by the hair and pulled her from under the sheets and onto the floor. “Say goodbye to him. You're coming with me, and you'll never see each other again. Isn't that sad?” she said mockingly.
“Listen to me, Natasha. If you do anything to her, I swear...”
“Swear what, you asshole? Have you forgotten who I am? My family will eat you for breakfast.” She turned to one of the two men standing behind her. “Get something to cover her up,” she said. He walked into the bathroom and took the robe Lucy had worn before.
“Why are you doing this?” Lucy asked.
“Because she's jealous,” Grigori said. “The moment I brought you here, she began to go crazy.”
“Shut up or she gets it,” Natasha said. Lucy cowered as the barrel touched her temple.
“Okay, okay. I'm coming. Calm down,” Lucy said.
Once they left the room, Grigori jumped out of bed and took a Kalashnikov from the wardrobe. He opened the window and took aim as Natasha pulled Lucy across the driveway and toward the waiting vehicle. When he had Natasha in his sights, he pulled the trigger. One of the large bodyguards walked in front of her at just the wrong time, though. The bullet killed him instantly.
“Fuck,” he said. He took aim again, but Natasha and Lucy were now in the back of the vehicle. He managed to take out the rear windshield as the car sped up the driveway, but all to no avail.
*****
“Very pretty, Natasha. You've done very well,” Natasha's father said.
“She's quite beautiful, isn't she?” Natasha said.
Her father was short, fat, and bald. His Russian features were craggy, and his jowls wobbled as he spoke. “I haven't had a woman like her in a very long time,” he said. He ran the back of his hand over Lucy's neck and across her chest. When she spat in his face, he slapped her. “Lock her up. I want to experience the feeling of anticipation before I take her tomorrow,” he said.
“You fucking ass. Who the hell—” Lucy stopped speaking when he thrust her robe open.
“Oh my word. What treasures await me
,” he hissed, his eyes devouring her breasts and the patch of dark hair between her legs.
*****
“You what?” Lenny asked.
“I forgive you your debts.”
“Grigori, this isn't the time for jokes.”
“Forget it. I apologize. I was being an ass.”
Grigori was standing in Lenny's house in the middle of the night, wearing just a pair of jeans and sneakers. Lenny hadn't slept since Lucy had been taken. He'd considered calling the police, but he knew they wouldn't believe him. What he'd decided to do was call all his dubious Irish friends and put together a small army to go and set her free.
“Okay. Now you can give me my daughter back, can't you?”
“Iakov's got her.”
“What?” Lenny shouted. “Jesus, how the fuck did that happen?”
“Natasha kidnapped her.”
“Why?”
“Because she's pathologically jealous.”
“What gave her reason to be jealous?”
“Because I've fallen for Lucy, and she felt it.”
Lenny laughed. “Give me a break. Do you think Lucy would marry a pathetic ass like you?”
“Watch what you're saying,” Grigori said. He regretted taking Lucy, but he still wasn't going to let Lenny say such things to him.
“Jesus, Grigori, Iakov's a murderer,” Lenny said. “He'll do all sorts of terrible things to her.” Lenny was suddenly close to tears.
“We're gonna set her free, okay?”
“How? He's got his own private army. His place is impenetrable.”
“You know the Irish boys, and I've got my men. We can get her back.”
“It's too dangerous. If she's in their house, they'll kill her as soon as we start attacking,” Lenny said.
“What do you suggest?” Grigori asked.
“I don't fucking know. Think of something. You’re the one who got her into this shit.”
“There is only one thing that will make him listen,” Grigori said.
“What?”
“Money. I'll have to pay for her,” Grigori said.
“And how much do you think he would want?”
“A few million, maybe.”
“Fucking hell. As if I have a few million kicking around.”