by S F Draven
Without it, I wasn’t sure where I would have been right now. I called Alexei to let him know that he wouldn’t be able to reach me for the rest of the evening, and I could only hope that he wasn’t going to complain this time. The last thing I need is to deal with another tale of his incompetence. I thought, listening to my phone ring as it eventually connected.
“Alexei, I’m heading out to the event now, and I’d like you to know that I’ll be unavailable for the evening. If there’s anything that requires immediate attention, handle it until the morning. Keep the blood off of my hands for one night,” I pleaded with him.
“Of course, Boss. Please, if you can, make sure to keep an eye out this evening. And I know that you don’t want to think about work right now, but if there’s anything else you need me to do, please let me know,” he said, and I appreciated his diligence.
“Will do. Goodnight, Alexei,” I said, as the car was brought around for me, and I got into the back seat before taking off into the night.
“Goodnight, Boss.”
The ride to the fashion event was a quiet one, and I had a moment to ease my senses with a glass of hard liquor. The only reason I was ever invited to these things was because of the pull I had in society, but at a time like this, I truly didn’t mind. I quite enjoyed watching the women prance around in their tiny dresses, showing off their long legs and lovely smiles. I couldn’t wait to take one home with me that evening, so the festivities could truly begin. I didn’t know much about the rest of the crowd that was in attendance, apart from the high-profile designers and celebrities who flew out specifically for the event.
Once I arrived, I waved to the onlookers who waited outside just to catch a glimpse of me, realizing that the area was much more packed than it was last year. Something didn’t sit quite right with me, as I could feel my stomach turn immediately when I looked out at the ballroom full of people I hardly recognized, remembering that I had a reputation to uphold. Everything I’d built hung on my ability to keep up appearances, and that was a lot for me to handle, no matter what my occupation truly was.
In every corner of the room, there was a beautiful woman standing with a drink in hand, tossing out perfect glimpses into what a night with them might be like afterwards. I found their gangly legs particularly boring, and I knew that I needed a change of pace if I was really going to enjoy myself. I shook hands with the businessmen, keeping up appearances as I scoped out whether any of them had begun to suspect that my money was coming from somewhere other than what I let people know about. Protecting my fortune had become an art, for the sole reason that there were always people trying to undermine my success. I knew that making a name for myself in the country also meant that I had to learn to quiet those who suspected anything different, because to everyone else in this room, I was simply just one of them.
I spotted Roman Carlyle in the corner of my eye, having seen him around Moscow over the last few days. I knew that he was here for something important. I remembered sharing a drink with him back in New York, as we both chatted about our particular ventures. He was a delightful man, not the shallow kind that left a bad taste in my mouth after every possible conversation. He waved to me as I placed the empty glass in my hand on one of the waiter’s trays, taking another as I offered one to him as well.
“It’s been an incredibly long time, Volkov,” he said, and the moment we began speaking, every pair of eyes in the room was on us. I caught glimpses of every woman in the room waiting to get the chance to speak to either of us, and I knew we were both going to have the time of our lives taking home whomever we pleased.
“The last time I saw you, you were talking about taking a role as a thug. I didn’t think you’d come all the way to my home country to do it,” I said, teasingly.
“Trust me, it was a last-minute decision, but it’s been an interesting ride for sure. Russia doesn’t get enough credit. It’s an incredible country,” he said, as we went on to chat about his upcoming movie role, and I shared with him the kind of insights that he wasn’t going to get anywhere else. He had always had an inkling that there was more going on with me than I was ever ready to talk about, and he was probably the only American I’d ever trust to know the truth about me. I knew that he valued our friendship enough never to breathe a word of it to anyone, because he knew what I’d do to him if he did. I was surprised that he’d take on a role emulating my everyday life, even if he wasn’t quite aware that was the case yet.
“So, how has business been?” he asked.
“It’s been the same, but I can’t say that I’m ever going to have anything to complain about.”
“I’ll say. From the moment you arrived, every woman in the room has had their eyes on you. You’d think that they’d want a piece of the chummy American first,” he said, and I laughed.
“Sometimes, these women just like to know how things are run around here. They like to be taken for a ride.”
I glanced around the room, sipping lightly on my whiskey as I caught sight of a face I could have sworn I’d seen somewhere before. She was absolutely beautiful, with the longest red hair and exceptionally chiseled features. I tried to remember why she was so familiar, but it wasn’t coming to me. I decided that there was only one way to find out.
“Good evening, would you like a drink?” I asked, as my eyes averted to the waiter that was going to pass us. She grabbed a glass of champagne and sipped on it as I watched her skin blush.
“Good evening,” she said, and there was something about her that looked out of place, but it was certainly refreshing.
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around these parts before,” I said.
“Come here often?”
“Ah, an American,” I said, noticing her lack of accent.
“Was it that obvious?”
“Absolutely,” I teased as I watched her eyes crinkle when she smiled. It was the change of pace I needed, and I was glad that I found her so early in the evening.
“I could be wrong, but I believe I’ve seen you around somewhere before, sometime recently,” I said.
“Ah, it was at the restaurant. I was having dinner and I glanced over to see that you were on the phone with someone,” she said, as the memory struck her.
The difference between those two images were night and day. I was truly curious to know what she did for a living, and what a simple girl like her would be doing in a place like this. A lot of my job meant that I had to learn to read people, and what I was getting from her was that she didn’t know many people here. It was almost as if she believed that she didn’t fit in at all, and it intrigued me. I found myself wanting to know everything there was to know about her. It had been such a long time since I’d taken the time to actually court a woman, so I decided to give it a shot. With all of the quick fucks I’ve had over the last few months, it’s been such a long time since I’ve actually found myself wanting to talk to a woman.
“So, where are you from?” I asked her, watching as her eyes darted around the room. Something was distracting her, and I was determined to find out what it was.
“I’m a born and bred New Yorker, here on a bit of business actually,” she said.
“What do you do?”
“I’m a journalist. So far, I’ve mostly only covered the lives of celebrities, but I’m hoping that’s going to change with this trip. If I’m honest, I’ve been feeling like I’ve been missing out on the good stuff, the real, raw stories that need to be told. I’m not sure I could find anything quite as hardcore in a place like this, though.”
In my experience, journalists were always trouble. They were always asking questions, figuring things out far too quickly, and getting too close to things they had no business ever finding out.
“Who are you here to cover?”
“Roman Carlyle,” she said, and I knew she was going to start fishing for information.
“Well, lucky for you I know him personally. Would you like me to introduce you?” I asked.
> “That would be absolutely amazing,” she said, as her face lit up at the offer.
I spotted Roman in the crowd, knowing that the only reason I was going to go through with this good deed was the prospect of her showing me a good time later. Judging from the way she was looking at me, I didn’t think it’d be too hard to share a bed with her that evening. I just had to show her that I was capable of doing nice things, because that was what every woman needed in order to quiet any suspicions they might have. If she’s only just arrived a few days ago, the chances are that she hasn’t quite heard the rumors that have circulated around about me in the past. If that’s the case, I’m going to have an incredible evening, but if not, I’m going to have to find a way to shut her up for good, I thought, as Roman came over with a new woman on his arm, and I could tell that he was going to have a late night before his set call the next morning.
“Roman, there’s someone I’d like to introduce you to,” I said, realizing that I hadn’t even asked the lovely lady her name.
“Katerina,” she said, and it was fitting for someone as stunning as her. She was fumbling over her words, telling Roman all of the things I could tell that he cared very little about. It was amusing to see, and I knew it would be a topic of conversation the next time we had the chance to meet. When the conversation trailed off and he slipped away, she turned to me with grateful eyes, and I knew exactly how she could repay me for the trouble.
“You have no idea how much that means to me, thank you, Mr. Volkov,” she said, remembering my name somehow. I thought that she must’ve overheard it at the restaurant, but I noticed that her expression changed when she uttered my name ever so slightly. Is it possible that she’s heard the rumors after all?
“Please, call me Dominik,” I said, and she smiled at me.
I charmed her for the rest of the evening, chatting about her job as well as life in New York. I told her that I was in New York quite often and that I absolutely loved the city whenever I was there. There was the kind of rich and elite crowd that you just didn’t find anywhere else. I knew that Americans did opulence very differently than we did here in Russia, but I wanted to show her my side of things as soon as possible. I didn’t want to be too forward with her, because I could already tell that even though she seemed willing, it didn’t exactly mean that she was as easy as the other women around here. I told myself to take my time with her, but I knew I wouldn’t be leaving without her on my arm. A fast way to quiet suspicion was to be dating or courting someone new, or at least giving off the impression that was occurring.
I knew that no matter how hard I tried to quiet gossip of me being associated with the kind of dangerous behavior that would make them run in the opposite direction, I couldn’t quiet everyone’s inner thoughts. There had been slip-ups along the way that caused word to get out, but nothing that was ever concrete enough to stick. I knew that when it came to this beautiful journalist, I had to be careful with how much she was able to see, because it wouldn’t be the first time I’d had to put an end to a situation like this before its time. I promised myself that whatever happened, I wasn’t going to get my hands dirty tonight. I tried to tell myself that there were other options for me this evening, but I already had my sights set on Katerina. She was a breath of fresh air, and I was in desperate need of something like that.
“Would you like to get out of here?” I asked, and we both knew what that meant.
I watched her try to process what I’d just said, asking herself if it was a smart idea to be going home with a total stranger on her first real outing in the city, but to my surprise she agreed. I called the car around to have us taken back to my mansion, but as I was leaving, I couldn’t help but feel rather uneasy again. I brushed against the gun in its holster at my back to make sure that it was easily accessible if I were to need it, but thankfully we got into the car without anyone making their move. I was always worried that someone would be angry enough to cause a scene, because that would only make for more suspicion as to why someone would be targeting me. There was enough talk already, and I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. I just wanted to enjoy a night alone with this beautiful redheaded woman, and take my mind off of things for a little while.
She was observant, glancing around the back of the car, trying to piece together how she could’ve ended up in a place like this. It was at that moment that I realized she hadn’t been invited to the party after all, she must’ve snuck her way in to get a closer look at my dear friend, Roman. I had to admire her dedication, because that kind of ambitious behavior was the kind of thing I could appreciate about a woman. Usually I’d want her to apply that knowledge to leaving my home before the sun came up, but this time I felt a bit differently. She intrigued me so much, I wanted to keep her around a little longer, and I had a feeling she felt the same way.
We talked for a while on the way back, and I answered every question that came my way. I knew how to deal with journalists, but this one knew how to work her angles, I’d give her that.
“You ask very detailed questions for someone who’s only looking to cover celebrity life,” I said to her as I outstretched my arm to help her out of the car.
“As I said before, I was hoping that this trip would make my boss see that it’s time to start covering something other than what people like Roman Carlyle were eating for dinner. Everything we put out to the public seems to be so dry, it’s lacking excitement, it’s lacking substance and I’m tired of it,” she said, and that was certainly believable. She appeared to be rather demotivated by the way her life had taken shape, and frankly I couldn’t blame her. I knew that I had to keep her at arm’s length, because if she were to ever catch wind of what I really got up to when no one was looking, I knew, like the journalists before her, that she’d never be able to leave it alone.
We got inside and I offered her another drink which she politely declined, as she appeared to already be tipsy. She was taking in her surroundings like the first time a new puppy entered a big house, trying to get accustomed to it without appearing to be uncomfortable. It was interesting to watch, and at first I just thought it was because she was American, but I’d bedded many American women over the years, and none of them ever acted like this. I led her to the couches as we talked for a bit longer about what she really wanted to find out here in Moscow. It was out of the way, even for an American looking for an exposé on Roman Carlyle’s daily life as he filmed his upcoming movie.
There was something about the way she was looking at me, her eyes telling me the intimate secrets she’d been trying to hide since she stepped foot inside of my home. I was in the mood for a good fucking, and she looked so perfectly compliant in that tight dress of hers that I’d arguably say would look better on the floor. She kept a straight face as though my presence didn’t intimidate her, but we both knew what was coming. I had a feeling there’d be a part of me that would regret taking on a conquest like this.
I moved closer to her, feeling the tension begin to heat up between us, as I set my drink down on the coffee table, taking a good look at the stunning woman before me. She deserved to have a man show her how things were done, and I knew she wasn’t going to get away from me this time. The more I searched her expression for obedience, the more she seemed to be hiding something, but that was a problem for another day. Right now, my sole focus was to ravage her, feel her warm skin on mine, and let her be the distraction that took the edge off for tonight.
“You look absolutely beautiful, Katerina. I was glancing over at you from the other side of the room all night. You have this air about you that makes me believe that you’re looking for a bit of adventure,” I said to her, and she nodded.
“I’m just here to see the sights,” she replied, but I knew there was more to it than that.
“There’s something quite adventurous that I can show you, if you’re up for it,” I whispered in her ears, pulling aside those faux diamond earrings of hers.
“Lead the way,” she said, and at that
moment I realized that I was going to have fun with this one.
I led her upstairs into my bedroom, forgetting the quickie that I was operating on a moment ago. She needed a show and I could tell that there was desire heating up inside of her, a thirst that would only be quenched by me. I laid her down on the bed, reaching over into my bedside drawer to retrieve my braided rope. I brushed the hair out of her face, smirking at her as I inched closer to her to make sure that she wasn’t going to have any regrets.
“Are you sure that you’re okay with this?” I asked, giving her the window she needed to run if she couldn’t handle it.
“Yes, I am,” she said, already panting.
“Choose your safe word, Katerina.”
“What?”
“Choose a word that you’re going to say if you want me to stop,” I instructed, watching as she thought about it for a moment.
“Red,” she said, and I nodded.
“Red it is,” I responded, getting on top of her so I could tie one of my ties around her eyes to blindfold her. I stripped her naked, binding her arms and legs so she wouldn’t be able to move. I left her mouth open, because I wanted to hear just how much she was going to enjoy this.
She was dripping wet, her clit swollen in anticipation. I slapped both of her tits, pinching each of her nipples as I listened to her cry out. I moved down her body, thumbing the perfect knot I made so that she’d be open to me, but unable to do much else. I could see her wetness glisten under the warm bedroom lighting, and with every slap came another satisfying whimper.
She moaned, and I felt her start to soften up, as though she was preparing herself for what was going to come next. I moved away from her for a moment to retrieve the little rectangle box that laid underneath my bed. From it, I took the leather crop into my hands, running it along her inner thighs, the curve of her hips, just meeting at the borders of her pussy. I picked it up and slapped down hard on her perfect, perky tits as she screamed. It felt good to hear her scream like that, it felt good to know that I had her here, ready to take whatever I was going to give to her.