Page 17 of From Russia With Blood

Luka stares at me from several feet away, his cock out and twitching in his hands. What the fuck is he doing here? For some reason, knowing he’s watching this, having him see this humiliation, makes me burn even hotter. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I stare him down, challenging him to do something about it. His lips slide up into a grin, revealing his fangs again. My thoughts are incoherent as he continues to stroke one out, using me as his inspiration. I feel like a goddess, or some oracle meant to drive men mad. With Master Jackson behind me and Master Luka in front of me, I feel wanton, wicked, desired.

Master Jackson must not see him, and a small part of me hopes he doesn’t. There’s no denying the animosity between the two when they met earlier. Part of me is flattered that I’m the cause of their pissing contest, but the other part doesn’t even know what to do with it. Don’t they both realize there’s no point in claiming something that will never belong to them?

My thoughts are interrupted by a change in sensation. Instead of his fingers, a cold, blunt object prods my back entrance. This stretch is a little bigger, but not too much more than his fingers earlier. Moaning, I back into him, needing that burn to distract my thoughts.

Master Luka is still watching, his eyes glittering with desire. For half a second, I wonder what it would be like to submit to both at once. Master Jackson is so warm, where Master Luka is so cold. What would it be like to be sandwiched in between them? I watch, mesmerized, as Master Luka’s cock jerks again, as if he can hear my thoughts. But that’s impossible.

As much as I’ve wanted to try a menage, I can’t summon the other party with my thoughts. Heat flushes over my body as images of us three intertwined play out in my head. Sweat rolls down my temple as my pussy clenches on air. I’m so very hot.

It takes a moment for me to realize that the heat is coming from one location - my ass. No matter how much I squirm, it doesn’t go away. What did Master Jackson do to me? Distressed whimpers claw up my throat as I dance in my restraints. This isn't right. It’s not supposed to burn.

The more I clench, the hotter it becomes. Master Jackson’s depraved chuckle echoes in my head. Surely he’s the cause of this, but how? His fingers find my clit once more and rub against it before sliding over my lips. I groan, bucking against his touch, but he just laughs some more and pulls away.

Hateful, spiteful man. I want so desperately to rail at him, but I know if I break the rules, he might not get me off again. Indecision wars within me as the flames go from my ass to my clit. Oh. Oh fuck. I pull up against the cross, as if climbing this thing could actually ease the discomfort.

“Feeling the burn, sweetheart?” Gulping, I can only nod and grip the flogger even tighter. “Good. It’s ginger oil. Perfect for mouthy little submissives that like to push their Dom’s buttons. Release.” He tugs at the flogger, and I let it go.

I don’t normally play the role of a brat, but I figured an anonymous cruise is the best place to do it. Now, I’m not so sure. All actions have consequences, and I don’t know if all my sass is worth this punishment. The flames lick at my skin, burning me from the inside out.

I barely register the first lash of his flogger; I’m too consumed with the burning heat from the ginger and the frosty chill from Master Luka’s eyes.

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Luka

She’s a vision. She’s even more than I would have hoped for. Scenting the air, I can pick out her female essence. I inhale deeply, gathering her into my lungs. I know I wanted to wait until I was inside her to come, but seeing her fall apart at Jackson’s hands is almost too much. I continue to stroke as I watch her, feeding off of her humiliation as she enjoys Jackson’s depraved onslaught on her body.

Knowing him, he’s only getting started. He has such a penchant for violence, one that would rival my own. It will be interesting to see what he does with it. I knew he was a kinky bastard, but I never got the chance to see him work. Everything I know is second-hand.

The way he twists Katrina to his will is an artform, but he’s still going gentle on the girl. From what I saw in her file, she can take a whole lot more. Is it his conscience that keeps him from going that extra step, giving her what she truly craves?

Before he interrupted, I was so close to getting at her core, sussing out her true desires. What I saw was enough. At first, I was thinking of putting her into the club. Her body is perfect for my guests, and she can take far more than she realizes. After delving deeper into her mind, I know now she’s far too good for them. Groaning, I grip my cock at the base, wanting to hold off just a little longer.

Her keening wails fill me with a fluttering of desire stronger than most mortals can muster. There’s something about her. I don’t know if it’s her scent, her body, or the fact that she’s yet one more thing I’m going to take away from Jackson. I’ve always been so fond of other people’s toys, even before I was turned.

It just stands to reason Jackson picks out the very best. I slide my hand up my cock once more, staring Katrina down. From everything I picked up, exhibitionism wasn’t something I pegged her for. Is this just for me? Should I be flattered?

The scent in her arousal flares as I lock eyes on her. Yes, my little slut, get wet for me. She begins to whimper as the ginger takes further hold. Though I like the effect, I hate that it diminishes her scent. Growling, I resume my stroking, needing to get off. I’ll make sure to pay her back for teasing me when I see her tonight.

My gums itch with the need to feed, and it takes all my centuries of willpower not to bite the first human that walks in front of me. Besides, how much sweeter will her blood taste after Jackson gets through with her. The swish of the flogger as it bites into her skin has a song all of its own, and it lures me closer.

I don’t dare come out of the shadows where Jackson can see me. I’m already on his shit list, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise I have for him just because I can’t control myself. Stroke after stroke, he lays into her, bringing her wails to a rising crescendo. The only regret I have is that I’m not the one making her cry out. But soon enough.

Tears stream down her face as he strikes her harder. My balls tighten and tingle as I near release. Snapping my fingers, I motion for a female submissive to come to me. Many of the workers here are under my thrall, and Tasha is no different. I don’t even have to tell her what to do.

Kneeling down, she opens her mouth as I continue to jerk my hand over my cock. Katrina’s eyes widen as I unload myself into the submissive, groaning as my release flows through me. Pinpricks of awareness trip down my spine as Tasha licks my head, cleaning up every bit of me. Though I wish it had been Katrina’s willing body, that will have to wait. From the moment I smelled her at Karaoke Forever, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out.

I smirk as Katrina’s eyes close in ecstasy. The steady beat of the flogger punctuated with her breathy cries is enough for me to keep twitching even though I just achieved release a moment ago. Shaking my head, I pull my softening cock away from Tasha and tuck it back into my pants.

Katrina’s eyes are slitted, hazy with lust. I watch her, study her. Jackson seems to know how to handle a submissive well and would be an asset to my club, but there’s no way he can be trusted. Still... I continue to watch her fall apart as the pain morphs into pure pleasure, thoughts swirling around in my brain.

If I can somehow convince Jackson to embrace his monster within, there’s nothing I couldn’t do, nothing I couldn’t accomplish. I have all the law enforcement I need in my pocket back home in Russia, but to have a strong ally in the United States is almost worth not killing him. That, and the way he can play my little masochist like balalaika prima doesn’t hurt either.

When I first read her file, I wanted her as a toy for my club, but after seeing her in person, seeing the exquisite pleasure she takes in agony, I can’t give her up. I’d be willing to share with Jackson if that sweetens the deal, but no one else will ever fuck her. Her holes, all of them, now belong to us. She just doesn’t know it yet, and that’s where the true fun begins.

My balls start to tingle again as I think through how I will train her to be my perfect slut. I’ve seen how scared and skittish she can be. It would probably be best to hide who I really am until it’s too late for her to run. Once we start to dock in Russia, I’ll begin the turning process. A smirk slides up my lips as I reach into my jacket for a small vial of liquid.