Page 10 of Bloody Savage God
My cock approves wholeheartedly, jerking with even more vigor against the tight leathers. Not in memory of what went down the last time I played at the club, but in anticipation of what’s to come.
On the far wall, a woman is tied to a spanking bench, giving a man in a suit head, while another guy fucks her from behind. I watch them while I exit the elevator. I’m pretty sure she’s the news anchor for one of Ronaldo Senior’s networks, which is pretty ironic given I dropped her employer’s son off at the ER a couple of hours ago.
The kid will make it, though my father has been blowing up my phone with calls. It’s not a great idea to ignore him, but then I know from experience that giving him some time to cool down is probably a good idea. The lecture about my incompetency can wait a few hours. Hopefully that’ll be enough time for him to be more responsive to reminders that we don’t rely on rich assholes to give us shitty babysitting jobs. The clubs do just fine, and there are always people needing protection. And if not, we’ll make it so they need protection. It’s no sweat off my back.
The news anchor I still have my eyes on is wearing a red collar around her neck. It has a leash attached to it that the guy fucking her pulls on occasionally, making her choke around suit-guy’s cock. It’s amusing, but not what gets me hot.
In fact, I wear a thick black leather collar around my own neck, with a nice solid O-ring, ready for a leash of my own. If anyone in the mob knew about this, they’d give me a head-shot and be done with it.Mercy killing.
But they don’t know the half of it.
To be used by a woman? Best fucking thing in the world.
To prove to a woman you can take anything she dishes out and more is a fucking high.
Life in the Russian mob means following orders, and I grew up in the life. It comes naturally, even as I’m in a position to give the orders these days. Not that I’m eager to have to deal with all that. Not for the first time, I feel frustrated that my father doesn’t just take my sister up on her obvious willingness to step into his footsteps.
I push those thoughts out of my mind. I might not want to step into my father’s role as head of the Toronto Bratva, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stab anyone who doesn’t follow orders. Which just goes to show how much I value the whole idea of being obedient.
And if that obedience gets rewarded with a nice slick pussy? Well, hard to say no to that.
Naturally, I also don’t mind the somewhat more fucked up stuff, and something tells me Gianna Bruno would be excellent at delivering just that. Obviously she appreciates slipping something hard into another person’s body, even if it’s a knife rather than a cock in her case.
I make my way to the next room where the lighting is red-tinged, which, combined with the expensive décor and furniture, ends up looking exclusive rather than cheap. Unlike some of the clubs my family owns, but that’s beside the point.
Moving through more of the rooms I scan the people. It’s like a who’s who of Toronto’s kinksters, but I don’t give a fuck about what any of these politicians and business people are up to. Not today, anyway. Today only one thought drives me.
The thought ofher.
I let my eyes wander to the double doors that lead into the next room over, and what I see makes me turn in that direction.
She is actually here.
Hell, yes.
Gianna is wearing a red latex dress with matching heels, a thick leather whip in hand. The long braided tail is coiled at her feet, ready to be used on the man kneeling at her feet whenever the mood strikes.
The urge to strangle him with my bare arms, and throw him aside so I can take his place is almost overwhelming. He looks like some stream-lined lawyer or something similarly useless. There is no way he can serve her the way she deserves to be served.
No way he can take the kind of pain for her that I can.
The woman is a fucking goddess, and that guy is a waste of her time.
Still, I walk into the room and stand outside the fenced off area, watching as she twists the guy’s nipples until he whines in pain. The smirk on her face tells me she enjoys dishing out pain, and that is so damn hot my cock tries once again in vain to poke a hole through the tight leather of my shorts.
I study what she’s done to the guy. His arms and feet are bound, leaving him ready to tip over should he try to move too much. Obviously, Gianna knows what she’s doing. It’s not surprising. She is a woman who wants control, and not someone who hesitates to take it.
Which is how she’s made herself the most powerful woman in my world.
She isn’t a woman who has been used as a pawn. I’m sure of that. And damn do I want her.
Unlike my father, who’d prefer to see her dead if it wouldn’t cause a hell of a shit storm. But that doesn’t matter now. Club Steel is like an oasis away from the Bratva’s influence. I come here to let loose, and I’m ready to up the stakes tonight.
As if Gianna is following my thoughts, she lifts her foot and pushes the naked man over. He goes down with a thud, though the rubber mats probably cushioned the fall. Gianna drops the whip, and picks up something from a nearby table. It’s a plug, and she unceremoniously shoves it in the guy’s ass.
He’s whimpering like a pussy, and Gianna’s expression grows cold. Unimpressed with the weakling, no doubt.
I wonder what she would do if I stepped up to her and let her know I could take a hell of a lot more than that guy.
