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

Chapter SIX

Anatoly (Tolya) Ivanov

Her smooth-waxed wetness drips onto my tongue to fuck me up like a deadly drug.. She's more potent than ecstasy or a hit of liquid LSD, intoxicating me and turning me into some kind of feral fuck-starved animal.. I wish I had the patience to savour her sweetness but my ape-brain devolves to drive me to devour her..

Her shapely silhouette shivers and seizes while my frenzied fever reaches a blinding peak.. Swirling, sucking and salivating, I lavish my attention on her pulsing clit as she grinds against my face.. Her body rocks back and forth and her back arches as my hands climb her hips to grope greedy handfuls of her thick ass.. She allows me access to her perky cheeks, not stopping me from squeezing and kneading at the doey rounds of succulent flesh.. Her head tips back and she moans her filthy encouragement, chanting dirty desires in silky spoken Russian until she comes.. "Da, da, syesh moyu kisku ty gryaznyy malchik! Ohhhh, Da!"

I refuse to relent, her orgasm only riling me up and making me want to give her another, I thrust my tongue deeper into her hot cunt, manic with primal need..

But Lovey is so much more disciplined than me, she deserves the control she commands because if it were up to me I'd already be balls deep in her.. Or letting her ride me.. Whatever she wanted..

I mean, I like to play hard to get but this girl could have anything and everything if only she ordered it..

Fisting my hair with savage intentions she pulls me up, much like one would draw on a horse's reins to slow them down, she tugs on my mane and purrs a condescending coo.. "Uh-huh, that's enough for now, Sweet Prince.. I don't want ye' to spoil your appetite.."

Her use of my mouth is a fantastic start, but I want her to use me in other ways.. I want to be her plaything, her fuck toy.. I want to be used and abused by this woman.. I want to be owned..

"Ugh.." I grunt, straining defiantly against her hold, craving more of her nectar.. "Just a taste, Lovey, give me a fucking taste!"

The beautiful torturer laughs, silky and sly.. "You'll get what I give ya, ye' filthy thirsty slut.."

"Mmhh-fuck, you're a nasty bitch.." I retort, aggression welling up from the depths of my depraved soul..

"What did I say about usin' that fucking word?" Lifting a sharp tipped stiletto to my chest she kicks me and I fall back to my haunches with a grumble of pleasure..

"You said you'd cut my fingers off.." I leer up at her with her lust on my lips..

"Ah, so ye' do listen.." She smirks.. "Ye' just don't obey.."

"Must be something wrong with me.." I shake my head.. "I guess I need to be corrected, Mistress Lovey.."

"Is that rite'?" Reaching up behind her back she begins to unlace the thick pink ribbon that binds her corset, the creamy crests of her tits spilling out to reveal two pierced rosy nipples.. "Do I needa' collar you, Anatoly? Would that make ye' behave like a good little puppy?"

"Da.." I breathe, my heart lurching at the thought of her making me into her bitch.. "Collar me, Printsessa.."

A delightful giggle emanates from her mouth as she leans down to wrap the ribbon securely around my throat twice, tying it off with a bow.. "You're a wee little freak for me, aren't ye', Russiky?"

"Mmh.. Da.." I groan in agreement as my eyes drift closed as I welcome the sensation of cool silk resting so gently and dangerously against my flesh, the feeling becoming burnt into the forefront of my focus.. "I am your freak.."

"So kiss me, my freaky-fuck-boy.." She whispers determinedly and the air around me bursts into flames when her lips press sensually against mine.. Lovey kisses like a flower on fire, delicate rage and ravenous authority.. She slips two fingers beneath the ribbon around my neck and twists, winding the makeshift collar tighter to restrict my breath while her confident tongue explores the velvet cavern of my mouth..

In those fleeting seconds, I succumb to the submission, abandoning all ego and pride, I would do anything to rail her, I would bark like a dog, drag my dick through hot coals, eat her pussy until she passed out, whatever it would take for her to let me inside her, pumping my cum deep into her cunt..

Boze moy, I bet she's tight..

Ugnnn-" I groan in rapture, blood leaving my brain to engorge my second head, the one that does most of my primitive thinking..

My lungs burn, deprived of oxygen as she leans back, pulling on the ribbon to tug me to my feet.. "Now lemme' see that big-bad cock.."

My obedient hands fumble with my belt buckle and the button of my jeans before I shove the denim down over my hips to expose my rock hard rig.. Lovey gazes down, admiring the steely stiffness with the tender brush of her fingertips over the swollen tip, sending sparks of satisfaction shooting through my system that make me shiver.. "Mmhh- Ain't you delicious, Russiky.."

Just as she wraps her hand around my shaft to take a pull, there is an untimely knock at the door..

-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-

No, no, no!

"FUCK OFF!" I shout, exasperated that I can't seem to get a minute's peace..

"Otkroy dver, malenkiy zasranets.." Growls a cool and familiar response in a voice I would recognise anywhere that has me jerking away from Lovey in realisation..

To be caught in such a compromised position by a man known as 'The Psycho who sees all', is less than ideal.. I am more than aware of the conflict and implications of Lovey's presence in my office.. Not to mention if her father finds out, he may very well cut out my eyes as he is rumoured to do to his enemies..

"Cyka Blyat'!" I hiss, pulling up my pants in a rush as she frowns at me in irritation....

"Who the hell is that?"

"Stori Petrovich.. You shouldn't be here- If he finds you-"

"What?" Lovey's eyes widen as the gravity of what a man as unscrupulous as my uncle might do dawns on her.. Anything is possible where Stori is involved and nothing is off limits.. Not even the daughter of the Green Dragon.. Violent viridian flashes in realisation.. "Oh fuck-"

"Hide!" I growl in warning and she scampers around behind the desk to duck underneath while I cross to the door.. Moments before unlocking the entry I tear the pink ribbon from my neck and stuff it into my pocket, smoothing a hand through my hair and pulling the door open to greet the surly Pakhan..