Page 68 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound of water dripping pulled me from the drug induced haze.

My eyes flickered open to the bars above me. A makeshift viewing gallery that allowed the spectators above to have a clear view.

“For better viewing,” Ivan gloated.

I jerked my arms, but the cold, metal shackles kept them outstretched as did the ones clasped around my ankles. The springs of the bed protested beneath me. The drugs in my system were beginning to wear off, and I knew what was coming.

It was Friday night and Ivan’s customers were back. I had hoped tonight they’d choose Igor, but hope was for fools, and tonight I was the biggest fool of all.

I wanted to rage, bellow, and fight. I wanted to kill. Anything, but endure another man or woman that wanted to kiss me. Moan into my mouth. Touch me.

My wrists jerked against the chains, hoping one would break, desperate to set myself free. If only I’d set one hand free, I could fight. The last customer ended with a cracked skull.

All these years of doing what was necessary to survive. I couldn’t do it any longer. I was seventeen. It was time to find my moment of escape or die trying. I’d been preparing, waiting for the right moment to make my move. To leave this Godforsaken place.

I was tired of the cold. Tired of surviving. All I wanted was to live. Free of the constraints. My eyes found Ivan and Igor standing at the top, peering through the bars; one with dollar bills in his eyes, and the other with envy as he licked his lips.

Igor loved this. He enjoyed the nights he was chosen to do this. Men… women… he didn’t care. So many nights he spent watching bodies writhe against each other, while I closed my eyes and ignored the sounds, finding reprieve somewhere deep in my mind.

The sound of light footsteps brought my eyes to two women strolling towards me. Each step brought them closer to me and sweat formed on my brow. Both wore long gowns, one of white silk, the other black as night.

Lust and desire danced in their eyes, as they took in my naked form. The one in white came to my side, her light brown eyes taking in my body as her fingers danced lightly across my chest and abs.

Both took their time, touching me, enjoying what they’d paid for. My muscles shook, and again I thrashed against my restraints. They both smiled at my attempts, laughing lightly as they began brushing their hands along my body once more.

“I think I’ll enjoy my time with you,” the one in black remarked.

The woman in white leaned forward, her tongue sliding across my cheek. The overpowering smell of her flowery perfume, made my stomach churn. Her mouth brushed along mine and every fiber inside of me tensed.

The hands of the other woman took my penis into her palm, stroking it as she moaned. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting anymore than I could stop a raging blizzard. I hated myself for it. I didn’t want this to happen. It did nothing for me, yet my body still reacted, my penis growing firmer with each stroke.

The woman in white forced her tongue between my lips. I may not have been able to control how my body reacted, but I could control this. I opened my mouth slightly, allowing her to believe that I gave in to her. The moment her tongue slipped into my mouth, I bit down. The coppery tang of her blood flooded my mouth, and she screamed, jerking back.

I smiled as I spit the blood at the woman still standing towards the end of the bed. She moved quickly out of the way.

A blow came suddenly. I couldn’t tell where it came from as my head jerked backwards. Two guards came in, ushering the woman with half her tongue hanging on by a thread out of the room. Another blow landed, and I didn’t mind. I’d rather take the beating than the alternative that stood at the end of the bed.

Light brown eyes met mine, and I was surprised to find eagerness in them.

“Now I have you all to myself,” she breathed, her voice hoarse, like she smoked a pack of Belomorkanal a day.

I waited, unmoving. Every muscle tense.

Given the chance, I’d bite her too.

But she was smarter. Her eyes darted somewhere behind me, and I heard footsteps approach before someone gripped my head while another set of big hands pried open my mouth. A twisted version of a horse bit slipped into my mouth, not allowing me to bite down as a strap was tightened around the back of my head.

The woman mounted my hips. She was slick, rubbing all over me and causing friction. My fucking dick responded, the weight of it growing with each second.

She moaned, speeding up her movement, and I wanted to cut my dick off.

“You’re big,” she panted. Her hands roamed my skin, slick from a cold sweat. She moved against me, pumping up and down, harder and faster. I could feel my body reacting, that hated, familiar tingle starting in my toes, rushing through my body.

I didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to give her the satisfaction that she could get me off, but my fucking body refused to listen.

And then her face hovered above me, twisted with her impending orgasm. Her lips ran along my own, the bit spreading my mouth restricting me from reacting. I struggled against the restraints as she dipped her tongue into my open mouth. Kissing me vigorously while I was forced to allow it. I gagged as her tongue slid into my mouth again. She didn’t care.

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