ROMEO - DEATH & MAYHEM a spectreverse short story [book R]

Chapter THREE

Anatoly (Tolya) Ivanov

The ceiling fan spins in hypnotic circles above me as I lay awake early into the morning hours, my mind unwilling to vanquish thoughts of the Irish Triad Princess and her salacious promise to dominate me.. I just can't stop thinking about her.. Her sharp tongue and sweet lips.. Her sparkling eyes and silken scarlett hair.. She was everything I could ever dream of in a woman and worst of all, she hadn't backed down an inch when affronted by my attitude..

I'm in so much fucking trouble..

Most of the girls I've fucked, like dear little Daisy, are so predictably submissive.. They all see me as this feral beast and expect me to lead, to take charge and twist them to my will.. And so I do, with sickening skill.. Really, they make it too easy.. They put up no resistance, folding at the first sign of a fight and they definitely don't have the cruelty in them to inflict pain.. At least not the kind of pain that I crave..

I ache for the danger.
The blood and the brutality.
I want somebody with the stomach to take on a whole damn war and claim a win.. A rare diamond find for a Smart Ass Masochist like me..I'm not the type of guy who would obey for obedience sake, I could never just kneel down and take a beating without putting up a fight...

No, I have to be forced, coerced, corrected and controlled.

I need to be owned.

Any Domme who had a desire to possess me would have her work cut out for her..
But Lovey might just be the kind of woman to bite worse than her bark.. I have a feeling she would happily beat me black and blue with a sexy smile on her face and laugh the whole time.. She could mindfuck me into submission, crush me beneath an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove and make me thank her for it..

My cock gets hard again just thinking about her and if I were alone, I'd be jerking off right about now until I came so many times that I could actually pass out and quit obsessing..

But I'm not alone..

The pretty waitress stirs beside me, snuggling closer to my side as her petite frame relaxes deeper into a peaceful sleep and I can't help but feel sick with myself for having brought her home with me..

Selfish, arrogant fucking mudak!

It's not the first time Daisy has ended up in my bed and it probably won't be the last.. But no matter how many times I throw my bone in her direction, she never satisfies that niggling ache that comes from somewhere deep inside me.. That place that screams out for agony..
I wish she would.. Life would be so much easier if I could settle for two scoops of vanilla, since Daisy is practically perfect in every other way..