Lyov
“Gentlemen, welcome. The evening is about to start. I am honored to have all of you here. Tonight, surprisingly, is hosted by me,” Solonik said with a small laugh.
Each year this event is hosted by a different group. This year it was Solonik’s turn. I had never hosted it before. And never fucking would.
I was snapped back into the present when the door opened. There was utter silence for a moment, and then the murmurs started.
Men laughed, some snickered, others smirked at the sight in front of them.
The Royalist wasn’t just any type of club. Not just anyone could get in.
Actually, it wasn’t even a club.
More like a ring. The most well-known and successful sex and slave cartel ever established. One that nobody could bring down even if they tried.
Many did, but only their dead bodies made it back home.
Removing my eyes from the men around the room, I glanced at the door. My gaze found the women piling in.
I counted in my head. Twenty-five in total. The girls were between sixteen and twenty years of age.
All of them were naked, their bodies on full display, stripped bare of their dignity. They had nothing left.
Only a black lace mask adorned their faces. They wore their hair down, falling behind their back as they entered the room.
All twenty-five of them stood in the middle of the room, their backs straightened rigidly.
Solonik clapped his hands, and they fell to their knees almost instantly, mere puppets to this game.
They knelt on the floor, their arms stretching out in front of them with their palms on the cold, hard ground. They arched their backs as they pushed their asses up in the air in total surrender.
“The slaves have joined us, so our evening can begin. We have a wide collection—different colors and sizes,” Solonik introduced.
He walked to the first girl, his shoe touching her bare ass with the softest touch. She didn’t dare move or even flinch. She stayed completely immobile, like a frozen statue. “The finest ass and pussy you will ever find. All of them well-trained. You can sample some of them before the bidding starts.”
This was where our money came from. Our largest revenue. We could make up to more than ten million dollars in one night. The exchange went so fast—in the blink of an eye.
Buy and sell. Use and then discard.
That was what happened during these trafficking nights.
The slaves would do anything at our bidding. We were the Masters. They were the pets. Plain and simple.
“Enjoy the night,” Solonik finished with a slight bow to his guests. Turning his head toward me, he nodded and walked back to his chair.
That was when I noticed the single girl, kneeling at his chair in the same position as the others. The only difference was that she wasn’t with the rest of the slaves. She was with him.
“Are you bidding tonight?” Gavrikov asked, coming to stand beside me. He was another boss, part of Bratva. Someone else I trusted with my life.
“You know damn well I don’t. I’m here to watch and make sure everything stays under control,” I hissed.
“Just asking, man. You attend these events every year, yet you leave without a single bid. Nobody questions you because you’re The Boss. But be careful. You don’t know when the snake will strike,” he replied back, tipping his glass against mine before leaving.
My gaze moved back to the girl beside Solonik. I couldn’t see her face. Her cheek was pressed against the marble floor, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders and face.
For a brief moment, I wondered what she looked like. All the other slaves had stood up and were parading around for the salivating men.
But she…she stayed kneeling and hidden, an exquisite statue. It tempted me to get a closer look.
Finishing my wine, I placed the glass on the table before standing up. A woman came in front of me, her head bowed down. She started to kneel at my feet, but I quickly stepped away, pushing her toward Isaak.
He grunted in annoyance but caught the girl nonetheless, almost gently wrapping his arms around her. Women were his weakness.
I walked over to Solonik, whose eyes were trained on me. His fingers wrapped around the girl’s neck in a possessive hold. I huffed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his weak show of possession.
You could possess someone without even touching them…they could be yours with a single gaze. You did not have to have a hold on to them to show ownership.
As I got closer, he cocked his head to the side in question. I nodded toward the kneeling slave. “She is not up for bidding?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Solonik chuckled. “Not now. She will be last. But not for sale. She is only available for the night, under some strict rules.”
“She is yours?”
“For now. Until I can get the highest buyer. For now, I’ll just enjoy her until I decide otherwise,” he muttered drily, his fingers trailing down her spine.
She stayed unmoving, which only made me step closer. I wanted to see a reaction from her. Anything…just a small glimpse. Not a frozen sculpture.
“Are you bidding tonight?” Solonik asked, crossing his ankles. He lounged back against the couch, tugging at his tie.
“No,” I snapped back.
Yes.
Fuck! Frustrated at the sudden thought, I raked my fingers through my hair. I tried to suppress the growl that threatened to escape.
My gaze slithered back to the girl. Solonik noticed, and he smirked.
“You are boring, Lyov. Enjoy the night for once. There are plenty of samples for you to choose from,” he said, waving his hand around the room.
I followed his movement, my eyes finding all twenty-five girls, but none of them had my attention.
Not like the tempting vixen kneeling beside my feet.
When I didn’t answer, Solonik sighed, looking like he was deep in thought.
“I will let you borrow my slave. One blowjob. She gives the best ones,” he finally stated, nodding toward the girl.
My eyes widened, and I raised a questioning eyebrow. He shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his neck. “Sharing is caring, Lyov.”
My gaze burned into her skin as I contemplated Solonik’s proposal. My length hardened at the thought of her taking it deep down her throat, sucking me dry.
With her ass in the air, I thought of fucking her in this position. Perfect posture to take me deep inside her cunt. I adjusted my cock in my pants and licked my lips.
“Is there a deal?” Solonik asked, snapping me out of my sweet, filthy thoughts.
It would be so easy to say yes. Just take her, use her…my body welcomed the thought, but my stupid brain fought against it.
I did not touch the slaves. That was my number one rule.
I did not fuck them. Number two rule.
Do not touch the slaves. Third rule.
Do not fucking touch the slaves. Fourth rule.
These types of events, no matter how tempting they could be, made my stomach churn. It was dirty, depraved, and utterly disgusting.
I might have been a part of the human trafficking ring. I might have been the watcher…to make sure everything went smoothly. But I had never participated before.
I had never taken a woman against her will.
Did that make me a better person? Fuck no. Just because I didn’t touch them, it did not make me better. I was far from better.
I was their fucking worst nightmare. The Devil in disguise.
I just had my rules to keep myself in line.
“No. There is no deal,” I said stiffly. Removing my eyes from the naked girl, I walked away.
It was hard when all I wanted to do was throw her body on the ground and take her right there, let everyone watch her scream in ecstasy with my cum dripping from her wet pussy.
There was just something about her. The way her face was hidden, almost like she was forbidden for me. And she was. That girl belonged to someone else.
It only made me want her more. She became more tempting in my eyes than those other slaves who could easily become mine.
I made my way back to the couch to see Isaak missing, only to find him a few feet away speaking quietly with Gavrikov. There was a slave kneeling at his feet, his hand softly caressing her hair.
He always had a soft spot for the slaves. Isaak hated these events, even more than I did. But he had no choice but to play along, another Master in the game. And he played it well.
I sat back on the couch, my legs stretching out in front of me. My head hung back as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for this long night to be over.
My eyes closed, blocking away the screams of the slaves as they were whipped and fucked raw. The shouts of pleasure as the men came. The slapping of skins against each other as they fucked the girls into submission.
This was going to be a looong night. Just what I needed.
Where was my bed? And a bottle of vodka?
Yeah…back in my hotel.
I rubbed my forehead tiredly, tugging at my tie in frustration. Another scream sounded against the walls, this one filled with so much pain.
It was always pain.
No pleasure for the slaves. Very few had the chance of experiencing an orgasm. Only if the Masters were generous and liked the pussy or ass.
My eyes were still closed when I felt a hand on my thigh. I jumped, my heart thumping faster for a second. My fingers gripped the frail wrists, holding them still against my thighs.
I kept my eyes closed for a second, breathing through my nose. I was already hard and throbbing, desperate for release. It would be fucking impossible to push whoever this was away.
Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes…only to have my breath stolen from me.
Bluish-steel colored eyes.
The most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen stared up at me.
She wore a black lace mask, very similar to the others, except hers had black beads hanging around the front.
She was kneeling down at my feet. Her posture submissive. Her naked body full on display, only the black mask covering half her face.
She stared up at me with those striking doe eyes. Her black hair, so long, so smooth, fell down behind her back in beautiful waves. Her perfect pouty lips painted a deep red.
The mask only made her look…more exotic…more tempting.
My legs opened wider against my will, and she shifted closer, her body resting against my inner thighs.
This close, I saw that her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow, which only made her blue eyes pop out more. They were the only thing I could stare at, completely lost in them.
My hand tightened around her wrists, my fingers biting into her soft skin. She didn’t flinch in pain like I expected her to. Instead, her eyes stayed glued to mine.
She licked her lips, slowly and so fucking sensually that my cock jumped at the sight. I hissed out a harsh breath, my mind going wild at the possibilities laid out in front of me.
She was a tease. The look of an Angel but the temptation of a minx. So tempting that even the Devil would fall for it…in her trap.
I leaned my head down, my nose touching her jaw as I breathed in her smell. Roses. She smelt of fresh roses, like she had just bathed in them.
Her head tilted back in surrender as I dragged my nose down her neck, filling my lungs with her smell, driving myself wild with her.
My senses were lost as I pulled her even closer to my body, between my parted legs. When my gaze found hers, she stared at me with such innocence, I was rendered speechless.
Even though her voice was not used, those eyes spoke everything. They held pain and innocence…something they were all robbed of.
This slave, she was the true definition of beauty. So enticing that it was impossible to deny.
My lips dragged against her neck, following a path to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe, teasing her slightly. A touch barely there. “You look like an Angel…so fucking exotic,” I whispered roughly in her ears.
She shivered, a slight tremble in her posture, and I smirked.
So fucking perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I released her wrists and pulled away, watching her closely. My eyes avoided Solonik and everyone else.
I didn’t know why this slave was kneeling at my feet when I had refused Solonik’s proposal, but right now, at this moment, I wasn’t going to complain.
As soon as I released her, her fingers moved upward toward my zipper. She purposely avoided my gaze as she pushed the zipper down.
“What are you doing?” I asked, clearly knowing her intention. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to.
“Let me serve you, Master,” she whispered softly. Her voice almost drowned in the screams around the room, but I still heard it.
The voice of an Angel.
Nobody could speak so softly. Nobody could make those words sound so damn sweet as they did coming from her lips.
Without thinking, I unbuckled my belt. She licked her lips, her hands slightly trembling on my thighs.
When I pushed my slacks and my boxers down a little, her eyes jumped to mine.
The corner of my lips turned up a little as she swallowed hard. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to move.
And she did not disappoint.
Taking my hard, pulsing length in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around me, pumping it up and down.
I hissed, my hips slightly bucking upward when she tightened her hold. With confidence like no others, her eyes still on mine, she bent her head down.
Her tongue came out and licked the head, tonguing the drop of cum there. “Ah fuck!”
She stared at me, watching my reaction as her lips parted and took my cock inside her wet, warm mouth. She sucked me deep, her tongue tracing the veins pulsing around my dick. Her head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time as I hit the back of her throat.
She didn’t fight against the invasion. No, she welcomed it, taking as much of me as she could.
No longer able to fight with myself, I let instinct take over. My fingers wrapped around her hair, gripping it tight. My knuckles dug almost painfully into the back of her head as I dragged her forward, taking control.
She relaxed in my hold, surrendering completely as I fucked her mouth exactly like I wanted. Deep, fast, and rough. Without any control because I was a beast unleashed.
Her teeth slightly grazed the underside of my hard length and I hissed, my hips bucking upward violently. I tugged at her hair harder, thrusting in and out of her mouth as if I were fucking her pussy.
Her mouth opened wide for me as I dragged her mouth over my cock. Thrusting inside one last time, I held her head firmly as her mouth wrapped around me.
Holding her still, I forced myself down her throat. “Swallow it all,” I ordered, my voice husky with my own desire.
And she did, her throat worked up as she tried to swallow every last bit of me. Some dripped down her chin, following a path down her bare tits. My eyes openly gazed upon her stunning features.
She licked me clean, and I slipped out of her mouth with a small pop. Her tongue pressed out, between her parted lips, catching any remains. With hooded eyes, I dragged a finger over my cum that covered her chest.
Pushing the wet finger past her lips, I watched her lick it clean. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she whispered, “Thank you, Master. I am honored to have served you.”
For a small moment, my heart stuttered.
I didn’t want her to call me Master. Only because it did things to me…it made me think of very depraved things I wanted to do to her. Surprisingly, I wanted my name from her lips.
With that angelic voice, I wanted her to say my name.
I had already broken one rule tonight.
Do not touch the slaves.
Too late for that.
But I was about to break another rule.
Do not buy the slaves.
By the end of the night, this little slave was going to be mine. Only mine.