27. Ivan

27

IVAN

W e arrived at the club the Valkov Bratva used to own. Not much had changed. The building was obviously the same. While the new owners had changed some décor, the premise was the same.

Nik suggested going undercover, and that was a valid idea, but I hadn’t needed to try to do that tonight. I recognized no one here. The crowd of guests seemed new, and I felt the chances were slim that I would be recognized.

Becca stuck with me, clinging to me. Her eyes were wide open as she took in the people dressed in few garments, or nothing at all.

“So, this wasn’t exactly what I was thinking of when you said you wanted to take me out…”

I grinned at her, scoping out the people milling around near the bar. “Sorry.”

She smirked up at me. “Is this for pleasure? Or business? Or…?”

“My vanilla good girl,” I teased.

She sighed against me as I hugged her, looking over her head and staying alert.

“Would you be okay if I said I’d brought you here for pleasure only?”

She licked her lips, watching a man eat out a woman across the room. “If I stay with you. And you… uh, ease me into all of this.”

Just like that, she made me happy. A willingness to try. An openness to compromise. I’d hit gold in finding her.

“It’s both. I’m here to check things out for the Bratva. But once that’s done, I intend to get a room and spend some time with you.”

She shivered, and I watched her skin break out in goosebumps. I hadn’t told her what to wear, but the simple, short black dress she’d chosen was fine. With skinny straps and a low cut, she showed me ample flesh, but she was still overdressed compared to the others.

“How does that sound?” I asked her before pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

She laughed once. “Hey, you’re the boss.”

I loved that she’d put that faith in me, comfortable with my being in charge.

Over the next couple of hours, we walked around. Both of us had a couple of drinks, but we weren’t drunk by any means. Becca’s role was to be my guest, my partner, my woman. And she did that splendidly. She watched scenes. She asked me questions. All the while, I acted casual, like this was any other ordinary night for me at a club, waiting to fuck my beautiful woman.

Nothing was happening. Plenty of sexual acts were carried out. Many scenes were performed. But I noticed not a single hint of drugs being sold, handed out, bought, or taken. Nothing at all.

In all honesty, it seemed like a slow night. The guests weren’t rowdy. No one wanted to fight or cause a brawl. The guards and floor monitors were easygoing and not seeming stressed about anything.

As the night wore on, I worried that I was wasting my time here. That my idea to check things out here was a stupid plan. If something happened at another club, especially one under the Valkov ownership, I’d be pissed.

After watching and realizing no bad activities were waiting to happen here, I lightened up and paid more attention to Becca.

She’d been so curious and intrigued all evening. Watching and smiling at the scenes, then sometimes wincing and furrowing her brow at the more intense ones.

She grimaced at the idea of anything to do with anal, but that didn’t surprise me. That took some warming up to, and I honestly didn’t care for it. I would do whatever Becca needed or wanted from me, but if she wasn’t a fan of trying anal, that was fine by me.

What pleased me most was how she appeared most aroused when watching a woman tied up or spanked. A flogger might be too much yet, but I appreciated her body’s honest reaction to the sorts of things I liked.

“Come with me,” I told her once I signaled that I’d like a room with her.

For the sake of not letting anyone see me and recognize me, I closed the wall to the windows.

Becca walked around the dimly lit room, circling the massive bed in the center.

“How, uh, how does this work?” she asked timidly.

I stalked over to her and cupped her face, kissing her hard.

“Like this.”

I was too excited and feral for her to take this slow. In my mind, I rehearsed a long, drawn out scene of teasing and taunting. Of prolonging her buildup to come. That slow approach flew out the window.

Just seeing her in here, trusting me and putting her faith in me to be at a club like this pushed me to fuck her right now.

“Oh!” She squeaked, caught by surprise as I walked her to the bed and followed her down. As she reached up and clung to me, keeping me close, she kissed me back just as hard, ready to share a special night with me.

“And like this,” I said, standing to yank her dress off and lose my pants. I wouldn’t last long myself, but before things got too hot and heated, I had to explain myself.

“The other night, at your studio?—”

She groaned, pouting as she helped shimmy out of her bra and panties. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so harsh and said those things to you.”

I removed the last of my clothes, walking toward the shelf with the cuffs. “And I realize how you assumed what you did when I asked about Dom right afterward. I only did because I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” She tried to sit up on the bed, but she slumped down and rolled to her stomach under my prompting as she let me cuff her wrist to one post.

“Yes. That he could have been there with you, alone.”

She shook her head. “He wasn’t.”

I cuffed her ankle to another post. “And I knew that, but I wanted to hear you say it again. I don’t like the idea of any other man being there.”

She smiled, watching as I moved to lock her other ankle up. Her nipples pointed out, hard buds I wanted to pinch. Her pussy shone with her juices dripping out. And she wasn’t all the way tied yet.

I growled, trying to pace myself as I secured her ankle, making her lie flat, then went to her other hand and cuffed it.

“I want to be the only one to be there with you in a place you deem your special sanctuary.” I climbed on the bed, angling her to lift to her knees. As soon as I had her ass in the air, I dragged my tongue from her clit to her taint, licking her cream in one long, hot stroke.

“Oh, fuck.”

I slapped her ass. “Louder.”

She gasped, and I grinned as her cheek turned red from my hit.

Again, I licked her, and she cried out.

“I said louder.” I smacked her other ass cheek, fingering her as she dripped more.

“Oh…” She moaned, a husky sound of pure need.

I kissed her ass, brushing my lips over the raised flesh I’d slapped, feeling the warmth rising up to the surface as goosebumps spread out. I didn’t stop fingering her, stretching her velvety walls.

“More, Ivan. More.”

And I gave her exactly what she begged for. Alternating between spanking her and licking her, I pushed her close to an orgasm. Precum dripped from my tip, smearing on the bed sheet, but I refused to slam into her until she came at least once.

She gave me two. Sucking on her clit while fingering her got her to come first. Then as I spanked her ass and pinched her clit, she came again.

I was about to explode. I couldn’t wait any longer. When I gave up, shoving my aching cock deep into her, I reveled in her screams.

For more. To spank her. To pummel her pussy. Hearing her loosen up to talk so dirty goaded me to take her even harder, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I could introduce more kinks.

For now, this was perfect. She was perfect. Her hands fisted as the cuffs dug into her, keeping her locked. Trapped and lax in my restraints, she took the brutal pounding and cried out for more.

Together, we came in a sweaty mess. Tangled together as I slumped over her, spent and sated, I felt the fading flutters of her pussy clenching my dick and sucking it deeper into her heat.

I didn’t speak. She focused on nothing but breathing as steadily as possible. No words were necessary. I’d learned my lesson about not speaking up. We had to maintain communication to work, and we’d achieved that.

We’d cleared that air from how the other night ended.

And now, we could only look forward to what could lie ahead.

After I uncuffed her, I cleaned her up and checked that her ass wasn’t too raw from the spankings. All she wanted was my touch, though, and I had no qualms or hesitations about lying with her and cuddling her, kissing her as I wanted. Tenderly on her lips. Softly on her cheeks. Gently on her brow. I wished for her to understand that while I could be hard and rough, I would never give up a chance to dote on her and shower her with delicate caresses. She would never miss out on aftercare with me. Never.

“About that other night,” she said, speaking up after a long while of relaxing. “I want you to know that I feel the same.”

I nodded, kissing her deeply.

“I want you so much it hurts. And I know I might not be the sort of woman you’re used to.” She gestured at the room before returning her hand to my face, stroking softly.

I grunted, running my hand over her waist, then her ass. “I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

She smiled. “I want you to understand that I’m willing to be the woman you need and want.”

I cleared my throat, scooting closer to her as we lay facing each other. “Did you enjoy what we did tonight?”

She nodded. “It’s a good start.”

Start? Fuck, I love her.

“And I’m excited to see what else you’ll teach me.”

I kissed her hard, pulling her to lie over me and straddle me.

You’re teaching me more, sweetheart. How to love. How good it feels to find love.

I never thought I’d settle. I never imagined actually finding a woman who would like me for who I was.

She hadn’t been a pawn or a hostage for a long while. Instead, she was the perfect woman for me, accepting my darkness and wanting me regardless.

No, not accepting, but embracing and welcoming.

Becca wasn’t so shy that she couldn’t adjust to what I liked, and I wasn’t so stupid as to take her for granted and anticipate that she might prefer things simple and vanilla sometimes too. And that was just what we’d figure out as we went along with this.

Because she was a treasure I refused to ever risk losing.