Page 24 of Viripotent

“He spoils me all the time.”

Just like that she’s going to be their best customer, and a woman moves closer guiding us to a private room. She introduces herself to me and I’ve already forgotten her name before she’s finished the first syllable. This shit is boring as fuck, there’s nothing special about any of the pieces we pass, but Inessa can’t help herself cooing over them. The gaudiest items get the biggest reaction, and the staff eat it up.

We’re left alone in a room that mimics a large lounge with plush carpet and expensive drapes. Seeing that there’s no one to act for, Inessa turns into herself again and follows me to thelarge sofa. She sits beside me, leaving a space, and holds her hand out, both physically and mentally.

“Give me a card.”

I’m already moving without thought. Pausing with my black card in hand, my tongue moves as control comes back.

“Pick whatever you want. I’ll settle the invoice.”

Her smile is lethal as she flips her hair over shoulder and fixes those dark eyes on me.

“Not for here. I need a card.”

She doesn’t do blow and I wouldn’t think she’s the type to start up in a jewelers, but I can’t stop myself.

“Didn’t take you for a coke whore, meelaya.”

Her laugh is forced and tinged with evil intent as she leans into me giving her promise in a husky whisper.

“You’ll wish that’s what I was using it for.”

Taking the metal from my hand, she slips it into her purse.

“Every time you piss me off you’ll pay for it. Make sure you’re near your phone when the bank call, it would be a shame to have to add to the items I’d already picked.”

If it gets her to shut up, I’ll happily buy the world three times over. There’s not much damage she could do to my bank balance, and she has her own money. Everything she wears is luxury, but it’s not extravagant, she prefers substance over excess. Moving closer to her, I hold her chin between my thumb and finger so she can’t move away and my voice drops.

“And every time you piss me off, how will you pay for it?”

Her anger radiates off her bones, enticing me in and promising warmth. Looking down when a hand lands on my thigh, her delicate fingers stretch as she moves up and stops before reaching my dick. Her whisper has my attention coming back up.

“Never in a million years would you be worth it, Vladik.”

Her skin is soft, and I trace her lips amending her punishment.

“Tears. You’ll pay with your tears because you’re too much work to fuck.”

She doesn’t lash out and squeezes my thigh as she hardens her voice.

“You’re not worth crying over.”

Nodding her head with my hold on her chin, my lips tip up watching her under my command and answer my question.

“But you will, won’t you?”

She doesn’t stop me or change my answer I’ve forced and continues nodding as I move her head.

My phone buzzes, pulling me out of whatever game she’s playing, and Dima’s message has me filling with the closest thing to joy. I missed the fight I should have experienced last night if it wasn’t for her intrusion, but I relax going through the stats of the opponents. They’re both fairly well built, more for aesthetics than strength. But you put a man in a cage with his life on the line and suddenly his depressing shit is worth something. It’s worth killing someone else and I stop myself delving into the details of how they’ve been found seeing Inessa looking at the screen.

She knows she’s caught and looks away as I lean back and tilt my shoulder so she can’t catch sight of it again. This is the only thing that brings me peace and I read through every transcript of their coded messages to get an insight to what will be my entertainment. My release will depend on the winner and the warehouse is fully stocked with the opponents who will join their relay.

I’m almost giddy knowing that there are four of the cunts chained up and soon I’ll be able to get out all my aggression to be able to continue another day. The room fills with staff members willing to worship at Inessa’s feet for the commissionshe’s promising, and I switch the programs to find any more information to add to the lineup of fighters. Her oohs and ahhs are fake as fuck as she picks each item up and inspects them. I can see them in my periphery as she tries them on, and I already know the contents of the safe have been emptied to please her.

She fixes her gaze on me with a twisted plot gleaming in her eye, I come alert and challenge her head-on getting rid of our audience.

“Everyone out.”

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