by Red Phoenix
“Yes. I’m curious what that Russian is up to…”
We have no idea what we’re walking into when we enter the crowded room.
Both Thane and I immediately stop in our tracks.
In the center of the room, Durov is circling Samantha, holding a cane in his hand. He has an intense look in his eye. Samantha, however, has a look of defiance—which isn’t surprising, considering she’s a dominant through and through.
“I will make you like it,” Durov assures her.
“It’s not in my nature to submit to any man.”
“But it is…” he insists, “if it’s me.”
She sighs, not convinced, but it’s obvious she’s hungry for him by the look in her eyes. She can’t take them off the man.
“Where is the harm in exploring the possibility?”
“Damn it, Rytsar. You’re dangerous for me.”
“Am I?” He grins innocently, taking her hand and slowly pulling her to him. “I disagree.” His lips lands on hers, and the two become lost in each other for a moment. When they break away, both seemed a little dazed.
The chemistry between the two is amazingly strong, but both of their personalities are incredibly domineering. It’s like watching two heavyweight champions assessing each other before a fight.
“Come, Samantha. Imagine the thrill of trying something new.”
Durov effectively weaves his spell, breaking down her defenses, and I can tell her resolve is starting to falter.
“I can’t submit,” she insists.
His lips curve into a smile. “Nothing is stopping you.”
When she begins to shake her head, he grabs the back of her neck and kisses her forcefully. She responds to him, making it such a passionate kiss that I get aroused just watching it.
I glance over at Thane, who is watching them with interest.
“What would you require of me?”
“Your complete submission.”
He nibbles her earlobe.
“What would be in it for me?” she asks breathlessly.
“Me.”
She smiles slightly. “You’re arrogant.”
“It’s only arrogance if I cannot fulfill my promise to you.”
“Which is…?”
“I will show you a part of yourself that you never knew existed.”
She looks down at the cane in his hand and asks in a dismissive tone, “With that?”
Durov grins wickedly. “Not just with that.”
Samantha stares at him without saying a word, studying his eyes for several moments. “I can quit the scene at any time?”
His grin widens. “I only want your willing submission, Mistress.”
She raises an eyebrow at his use of her title.
Durov leans forward, getting dangerously close to her lips. “I will leave you…begging for more.”
“If I do this, will you submit to me?”
He smirks. “Nyet.”
She tilts her head, frowning. “How is that fair?”
“It’s not about what’s fair. It’s about what I can do for you—something no one else can.”
The allure of his proposal is something she can’t refuse, but the Dominant in her still fights against it. In her defense, submitting to another Dominant isn’t something I could do, either.
That’s why I’m surprised when Samantha walks over to the spanking bench and leans against it. With that skintight catsuit and those high heels, it is a sexy pose. Her ass is just begging to be spanked.
Looking back at him, she demands, “Hurt me, Rytsar.”
His chuckle is low and alluring when he answers, “That is not how it works.”
“How, then?” she asks with a seductive smile.
“Stand and let me look at my plaything for the evening.”
Samantha stands up slowly and crosses her arms, still wrestling with the power exchange this requires from her.
“Hands at your sides in a submissive stance,” Durov commands.
Samantha takes a deep breath but uncrosses her arms and rests them at her sides with her palms open.
Walking over to her, Durov states, “The outfit is flattering, but must go.” He slowly begins undressing her until she stands before him completely naked.
“Better,” he compliments her.
With scrutinizing eyes, he assesses her, touching her long blonde hair before fisting it and tugging it back, lifting her chin. “Your hair is useful for added control.”
He stares intently at her mouth. “You have sensual lips.”
Letting her hair go, he continues assessing her by grazing his hand over the curve of her ass before slapping it hard.
Samantha chokes down her cry of surprise, making only the slightest of sounds.
“Firm, with some pleasant give to it.”
Moving to her front, he reaches out and cups her breast. “Natural. A satisfying handful for a man like me.” He then brushes her nipple with his fingers, making it harder. “Are you sensitive here?”
“Somewhat.”
“Good,” he growls lustfully, tugging on her nipple. “I will enjoy testing your limits.”
Durov smirks as he slips his finger between her legs. “I can tell you like me touching you by how wet you are.” He pulls his finger from her pussy and rubs her juices against her bottom lip before kissing her deeply. Afterward, he murmurs, “Your taste is intoxicating.”
She licks her red lips in answer and smiles.
“Overall, I am pleased with my plaything,” he announces to everyone in attendance. Turning back to her, he adds, “Now, to find out what she’s made of. Bow to your Master.”
I watch in silent wonder as Samantha slowly lowers herself to her knees before him.
“All the way.”
She presses her forehead to the floor, her palms face down before her.
“Take in this moment,” he commands.
Durov is truly masterful in his ability to make her fully embrace her role as a submissive. It is a slow progression. He is conditioning her mind to give up control, but he’s doing it with a sexual undertone that inspires an even greater desire for him.
The man is an evil genius.
I watch Durov put her through her paces, keeping her focused on him at all times. Their unusual power exchange is erotic to watch because of the intense war of wills involved. The Russian meticulously breaks down her barriers with each task he presents her. However, he doesn’t do it through pain as I was expecting he would as a sadist.
Instead, he is sensual in his dominance over her, demanding more of her with each command, but centering it on his insatiable need for her.
He doesn’t pick up the cane until he has her craving his dominance.
“Do you want me to hurt you?”
“Yes,” she pleads.
“And if I refuse to?”
She closes her eyes and pauses a moment before answering. “I will accept it without question.”
“Why?”
She looks up at him and smiles. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
I can tell Durov is affected by her answer because the entire mood in the room changes. There is a charge in the air when he orders her to return to the spanking bench.
It feels as if we are all one, drawn in by their intimate exchange.
My cock hardens as he positions her on the bench, her torso against the wood with her legs spread wide. Even from a distance, I can see she is extremely wet.
Durov stands beside her and raises his cane. “You are allowed to cry out. In fact, I encourage it.”
I hold my breath momentarily, waiting for the cane to fall. I hear it whip through the air before it lands on her ass. She yelps, but does not cry.
Rytsar leans down and tells her, “When I am finished, you will not be able to stop the tears. That is when I will make you come.”
She nods in understanding.
“What do you want?” he asks her, his cane raised.
“I want to cry, Rytsar.”<
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Rytsar smiles to himself as he gets back into position. I watch in stunned admiration as he unleashes his passion on her, revealing the sadist inside him.
He builds the sexual tension as he ruthlessly brings her to the edge again and again. By the time he is done, her pristine ass is covered in angry red stripes.
Samantha looks up at him unashamedly as the tears roll down her cheeks.
“You are beautiful when you cry.”
She smiles through her tears.
“And now, you will experience an orgasm only I can give you.” Durov reaches between her legs and teases her clit, rubbing it vigorously.
We all watch as he plays with her, building up her climax. I know he is close when she suddenly stiffens.
The room is silent as we listen to the wet sounds of Durov’s vigorous manipulation. Her entire body suddenly shakes violently just before she screams out in pleasure. I have to look away before I come in my own damn pants.
Holy hell, that was hot!
But, Durov isn’t done.
He picks Samantha up and asks John Everett, “Where’s the master bedroom?”
“All the way to the end of the hall,” John answers, his eyes glinting with unfulfilled lust as he watches the two head out into the hall.
Thane and I look at each other, shaking our heads.
Only Durov would have the balls to fuck in the host’s own bed—and get away with it.
Meeting the Family
The day before we leave for Colorado, Durov fights through the crowd of reporters in order to chat with us while we finish packing for the trip.
“It’s a fucking madhouse down there,” he complains. “I don’t know how you can stand it.”
“One day at a time,” Thane answers, chuckling sadly.
“How are my men working out for you, comrade?”
“They have been tireless and effective at keeping the reporters in check. Truth is—they’ve saved my sanity.”
Durov slaps him on the back. “I knew they would prove invaluable. It pays to surround yourself with hired protection.”
“Now that I have a lawyer representing me, I shouldn’t need them much longer.”
“Hopefully, you’ll be able to return to the dungeon once we get back,” I confess. “I’ve been missing hanging out there.”
“You know you can go without me,” Thane chides me.
“No, buddy. It would feel the same as if I were to date your girlfriend. It just wouldn’t feel right to me.”
“I’ll make sure they take him back,” Durov assures me. “It hasn’t been the same there without you two.”
“Hey, I almost forgot.” I pull out a can from my closet and toss it to the Russian.
“What’s this?” he asks, looking surprised.
“Just my little gift to you since I won’t be around for Christmas.”
He examines the can with a smirk. “Freeze-dried pickles?”
“Yeah, crazy, huh? I’d never seen them before, but they instantly made me think of you.”
“What would freeze-dried pickles even taste like?” Thane asks, laughing.
Durov looks at the can again, shaking it. “I can’t even imagine, comrade.”
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” I suggest, curious what Durov’s reaction will be.
“Why not?” he states as he pulls off the lid and a green snake erupts from the can.
With lightning speed, Durov throws the can across the room and both he and Thane jump back from the snake.
I start laughing, pointing at Durov. “That was priceless, man! Something I’ll never forget.”
The Russian looks down at the snake on the floor, then glares at me. Oh, hell, I’ve just pissed off the sadist. I’m in for it now…
I glance over at Thane and see he’s struggling not to laugh.
Durov shakes his head slowly, his gaze locked on mine.
“It was just a joke. You know…between friends.”
His face gets red if he’s building toward an explosion, but he surprises me when he suddenly bursts out laughing. “You’re funny, cattle man. Extremely foolish…but funny.”
I flash him a grin, relishing the high that comes from a well-played prank.
Thane laughs with us as he shuts his suitcase and zips it up. Walking over to Durov, he picks up the snake, handing it to him. “You’ll have to let me know how this freeze-dried pickle tastes.”
Durov throws the snake at me. “Ask the cattle man after I make him eat every last bite.”
I go to toss the snake in the trash, but the Russian stops me. “Wait. Is that not my gift?” I hand it back to him and watch in amusement as he stuffs the snake back into the can and puts the lid back on.
Whether Durov is keeping the can to prank someone else or keeping it for himself, I’m unsure, but the Russian always manages to surprise me.
“You know, you could join us in Colorado, if you want,” I offer. “Consider it payment for inviting me to that private party with Angela Laine.”
Durov throws his head back and laughs. “Nyet, I’m no country boy.” He pats me on the back. “But you have fun in the snow, freezing your balls off.”
“Don’t worry, we will,” Thane tells him, smirking.
“You bet we will. There’s nothing like the majestic Rocky Mountains and my Ma’s cooking to soothe a ravaged soul.”
“An added bonus is being away from the constant hounding of the press,” Thane says, looking out the window. “Did you hear the latest? I supposedly hired a hit man to take the Beast out while she’s in prison. Now, she lives in constant fear for her life and is begging to be moved to a new facility.” He shakes his head. “She’s definitely up to something.”
“I could take her out while you’re gone,” Durov offers with a straight face.
“Yeah, we already talked about that, my friend,” he chuckles. “Promise me you’ll keep your nose clean while I’m gone.”
“I’ll make no such promise,” he says, grinning wickedly.
“Hey, Durov, will you be spending Christmas with Samantha this year?” I pipe up, curious about how much their relationship has progressed after that intense encounter at the private party.
“Nyet. She will be spending it with her family, just like you. But, she told me she plans to share her interest in the lifestyle with them.”
“You’ve got to hand it to Samantha, she isn’t afraid of anything,” Thane states with admiration. “Not even her own family.”
“She is an admirable woman—in many ways,” Durov agrees.
“And, hotter than hell,” I add. “That scene you two did together…holy shit.”
Durov grins. “It was one of my best.”
Thane asks in a serious tone, “How was Samantha afterward?”
“She was confused once the sub high wore off,” Durov answers. “It was hard for her to admit to herself that she had a submissive side, and it shocked her even more that she enjoyed being on that side of the power exchange.”
“Do you think she’d do it again?” I ask him.
“We will see,” Durov replies, laughing. “Samantha is a complicated woman.”
“So, has she asked you to sub to her?”
“Multiple times.”
“Are you considering it?”
“Nyet. It is a hard limit.”
“Interesting,” Thane states. “I can see the benefit of every Dominant taking on that role at least once to better understand and experience the dynamics from the other side.”
“I am not wired that way,” Durov states emphatically. “I could never do it.”
I chuckle, knowing how Samantha is. “I bet that frustrates the hell out of her.”
The Russian smirks. “Yes, and it pleases the sadist in me.”
“I bet it does.” I grin.
“I suppose I should cancel future lessons with Samantha now that the two of you are getting more serious,” Thane tells him.
“Nyet. Samantha still has much to learn
, and I trust you as her instructor.”
Thane nods, then turns to me. “Are you still good with glee helping me teach her?”
“Of course. Glee’s a free spirit. It’s one of the things I like most about her.”
“How is it going with her?” Durov asks.
“Actually, I was just about to head off to meet her.”
“Things are going well then, cattle man?”
“Well enough, I’d say. I feel this separation will be a turning point for us. Either she’ll miss me like I miss her or we’ll be indifferent.”
“And if she is and you’re not?” Durov asks.
“I’ll cut my losses.”
“So, you’re not in love with her?”
I smile at him, admitting, “The possibility is there. I just haven’t quite made the leap yet.”
“It’s wise to be cautious,” Thane agrees. “There’s no reason to open yourself up to potential loss.”
“My parents would disagree with you,” I chuckle.
“But they are the exception to the rule. The kind of love they have is rare and unattainable,” he insists. “Not something to aspire to unless you want to set yourself up for failure.”
I stare at him in shock. “I don’t think I’ve realized what a cynic you truly are.”
Thane shrugs. “After seeing what love did to my father, how can I feel any other way?”
I shake my head and state vehemently, “You can’t go by your own parents, buddy. Your mother is anything but normal.”
“Don’t waste your breath trying to convince him about love,” Durov advises. “As long as you and glee are solid, that’s all that matters to me. I don’t want to be the only one suffering with the complications that females bring.”
Thane holds his hands up. “And, thankfully, I won’t ever have to worry about that.”
I chuckle to myself.
Just you wait, buddy…just you wait.
I meet glee in the outdoor commons. I want to show her around the campus because I’ve decided to share a little of my personal life with her—something I haven’t done before.
I want the girl to be certain of my growing feelings for her, especially with me leaving LA for a month.
I can’t help whistling as she walks toward me wearing a blue summer dress this time. Just as before, glee’s dress gives her a deceptively innocent look.