YVONNEIt jerked. I'm sure it did.He seemed to have felt it too. I felt his body tense under my touch. I wasn't imagining. It really moved. I pulled away a little to stare at it. It remains the same. He's still as soft as a jelly.I glanced at him. His face was dark as he glared at his cock. His eyes were full of rage. It's as if he had evil plans if his cock wouldn't stand under my hand. What could he even do about it?No matter how much money he has, I don't think he could trade it for another one. "Vladimir," I croaked. "Let me," I whispered, my voice hoarse while our gazes fought for dominance.His eyes darkened as he stared down at me but said nothing. Silence means yes, right?I held him in a firm grip. Then I started slowly gliding my palm up and down while the other played with his balls. I bowed my head to reach the moist tip of his dick with my tongue. I sucked it tentatively, savoring the sweet and salty taste that dispersed on my taste buds.I definitely love the taste!
VLADIMIRI can't believe my dick still can't get up despite the amount of heavy foreplay that we did! Fucking useless!I glanced at Yvonne who was kneeling in front of me. She was a sight to behold. Her eyes were still dazed with desire. Her lips were plump and swollen from my brutal assaults. All of it for nothing!"Fuck!" I yelled. Suddenly, I wanted to tear the whole place down!I stared blankly at the broken pieces of glass scattered around us after I knocked down the table. Yvonne was shaking like a leaf beside me. I blew out an exasperated breath before pulling up my pants.My jaw tightened while I fixed myself. I didn't know what kind of evil came over me. I was beyond sexually frustrated. I hated how I held on to that false hope. I really thought I could finally get myself to have an erection."Vlad," Yvonne muttered beside me.I took a deep breath to calm myself before looking at her. "Did I hurt you?" I coldly asked. "No," she mumbled while slowly shaking her head.The knoc
VLADIMIR Victor Rodriguez. I will never be able to forget that name. I will remember it for the rest of my life. Even beyond that. I will probably search for him in hell just to kill him all over again. He was one of the instigators of what Yvonne went through. According to my investigator's report, newly recruited women in the ring were first groomed before they were forced into labor. At first, they only perform strip shows to tempt the clients, making them crave more. By doing so, they were able to make the women's value go up. On the succeeding nights, they will be auctioned. The highest bidder will be able to take the girls home. The first time Yvonne was auctioned, Victor Rodriguez won the bid. She was young and naive-looking. She used that to her advantage. She was able to escape before Rodriguez could take her home. That must be her biggest mistake. The ring wasn't very forgiving and so were the clients. It was stated in the contract that when a girl escapes while in a
VLADIMIR "I thought you didn't know me," I taunted. I stared at him, savoring the fear written all over his face. "I-I..." he was speechless. His mouth opened and closed a few times as if he wanted to say something, but he could not come up with anything. "What? Cat got your tongue?" I sneered. "I- I don't owe anything to you!" he finally yelled, although he still stammered a little. "Are you sure?" I walked around him, taking slow, calculated steps while looking him up and down. According to his file, he was just a few years older than me, but his years were clearly showing on his body. His gray and thinning hair made him look older than he really was, and so did his beer belly. I don't think he could last long, considering the things I wanted done to him."Of course! I have nothing to do with you! Get me out of here!" he screamed while pulling his hands from the chains that bound them, but they wouldn't budge. I held my hand to Blaze, who gave me a piece of paper. I glanced at
YVONNEIt's been a long and exhausting day.I didn't know how long I was staring at the ceiling in my room. I quickly dived into my bed as soon as I finished relieving myself in the bathroom. My lust failed to die down even after what happened.Damn it. I wish Dr. Chapin could come up with a diagnosis as soon as possible. I couldn't wait to be treated. I already felt so disgusted, but I couldn't help it.Ugh. I should probably go back to her clinic. Am I allowed to go there without an appointment?I blew out an exasperated breath while recalling the events of the day. Why have I even thought of doing that? It was embarrassing, to say the least!I bit my lower lip. Damn. I could still taste Vladimir in my mouth. The mere thought of it was enough to send my body into a delirious heat. Thinking that I could somehow give him pleasure despite his condition was already an achievement for me.Achievement, huh?!I rolled to my stomach and pushed my face into the sheets. I'm going crazy. If V
YVONNE"What was that all about?" I asked Vladimir after Dave, his assistant, left."Didn't you ask for a job?" he asked sarcastically."Y-yeah," I stammered when his eyes focused on me. I felt my heart skip a freaking beat. "I did. But... I was thinking more of a secretarial job." I forced myself to explain no matter how difficult it was under his prying gaze."Did you think I would allow that?" his eyes narrowed. "You are my wife. What would people think if I will let you be some errand girl? And didn't you say you wanted to be productive?"I gulped."I'm afraid I'm underqualified for everything," I murmured."Of course you are," he snapped. My heart clenched a little, but I tried to ignore it. He was only spitting facts. I shouldn't be sensitive about it."That's why you have to work with Dave. He will teach you everything you have to know," he said."Do you think..." I trailed off. I bit my lip. I needed the pain to focus."Do you think I can do it?" I hesitantly asked. My voice t
VLADIMIR"How is he?" I asked Blaze, not because I was concerned.I just don't want him to die. Not just yet."Still breathing, boss," he chuckled.I tilted my head from side to side, clicking my neck in the process. There had been a lot of trouble in my underground business recently, which was causing me a lot of stress. I could use blowing off some steam.I headed to the basement where Rodriguez was still held captive. It's been over a week since we caught him. He lost a lot of weight. He was black and blue all over. His face was puffed up. One of his eyes was swollen shut. Nobody would recognize him, not even his closest relatives.His hands were still chained together above him. I bet he couldn't feel them anymore."Is he fed?" I asked."Yeah," he nodded. "Just enough for him to survive."My nose scrunched up at the putrid scent that hit me when I got in front of his cell. The smell of dried blood, urine, and shit all mixed together. It was hell in itself."Next time, clean this u
YVONNE"I-is that blood?" I mumbled while staring at his shirt.I felt cold. Memories of how he killed a man rushed into my head. Did he kill someone again?He grabbed my hands, which were still frozen in front of him, and gently squeezed them.I gulped. I was still worried about the blood on his shirt, but the heat from his hands coursing through my skin was distracting me. Even though he looked like he had been through some serious shit, I couldn't help my stupid attraction towards him.Not even my fear can extinguish the spark of desire within me."Don't worry about it," he said. "It's nothing."He glanced at the files on the table."I see you're doing your homework," he comments. I knew he was trying to change the topic."Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. What if the blood was his? He looked exhausted, and god, what was that smell? He still smelled good, but there was a hint of something pungent lingering in the air around him. I can't tell what the smell was, but it was bad