Josie's POV
I turned to Vladimir to ask him about the kneeling people and found him half turned away from me. He was reading something on his phone but then pocketed it with a self satisfied smile. What news had he been given? Did it have something to do with me? with my father? He looked at his watch -how the hell was he seeing in here?- before mouthing the words ‘go time.’Why did I get the feeling that the last hour had been a ploy to stall for time. If that was true, what was Vladimir Sedof waiting for?.He turned to me with a rather serene smile. “Would you like to play a game?” His voice dripped of innuendo, though I failed to pick up on what it was.
“No. I am here to talk about my father.”
“I know you are Jo. Can I call you Josie?”
“You just did.” I replied sardonically. I didn’t
Josie's POV“I’m not so sure about that.” I nibbled on my tongue worriedly. “What are the particulars of the game exactly?”“What if I show you?”Um…… that didn’t sound so bad.“Okay, then. Show me.”In answer, he took hold of my elbow and guided me out of the ballroom. As crowded as the place was, we didn’t run into a single person. They all parted like the red sea before Moses before we even got anywhere near them. It was odd and creepy to say the least. Before I knew it, we were outside the ballroom.“This way.” he announced as we began our walk down the opposite hall the bitchy maitre d’ and I came from.Heat erupted from where his hands were firmly but gently holding on to my elbow and guiding me down the hall. The lights were muted but I
Josie's POV(Continued)“Argh!” My shout was one of shock as my eyes snapped to him.He graced with another of his enigmatic smiles while I gaped at him in shock, the skin beneath my butt stinging. The surprise of the hit made me scream more than the sting.“Paddle.” His impish lips breathed as he raised the small wood for me to see. The size and shape of it reminded me of a table tennis racket. It looked exactly like one except for the fact that this paddle was made entirely of wood. And instead of being used to hit a ball, it was used to beat people for the sake of pleasure. It was not my thing. I opened my mouth to say so but I was busy sucking in breath instead. A painful hit, more than the dull thud of the paddle stole my breath as fiery pain tore through my lower tie.“Flogger.” He raised the red instrument with t
Josie's POV(Continued)Vladimir wanted to play a fucked up game of reward and punishment with me. The immediate problem I had with that was that I knew basically nothing about BDSM. I have read books and once when I was feeling very brave, I made a few searches on the internet that left me with a lot of questions and a burning face. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for a week afterwards. And Vladimir made me wary. This needy slut I became around him was foreign and I definitely didn’t like it. He was also shady as hell. I was attracted to him, no denying that. But my attraction didn’t stop me from seeing the holes in his explanations.Despite knowing all of this, the primary emotion I felt was intrigue. I was intrigued by his offer -not the flogging part- but the question part. It still didn’t clarify what he wanted in exchange for my father’s
Josie's POV(Continued)“What’s the point of this game?”“Nothing. I just like to see you squirm. By the way, that was your first question. You only have two left.”What?! My heart seized in panic but then the music began again and my heart sang in anticipation, my initial fear of squandering my questions forgotten.In four seconds, the music was going to reach its highest peak, where the drums were louder and faster, then Vladimir would hit me harder and faster to match the beat’s tempo….“Ah!” I yelled again, the soft leather hitting my butt in rapid succession.My world narrowed to the flesh of my *sscheeks that was currently being brutalized. Pleasure zinged off my spine with each hit and only the restraints kept me from flying off the table. “Ave Puhvel.” Growled words that meant noth
Josie's POVSomehow, the world fell away and I entered this space where everything was mellow. There was no pain. Even the sting brought a sharp spark of pleasure to my core. When the abused flesh met the hard leather of the surgical table, I groaned in pleasure. Nothing mattered except this feeling. I never wanted this to be over. Something was happening deep within my core. The pleasure that was zinging over every single surface in my body, rushed to a single point deep in my loins until it was a raging inferno. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to express this indescribable feeling but my vocal chords were on leave.The raging inferno reached bursting point and detonated in every single part of my body. My mouth opened in a silent scream as the most powerful of all orgasms barreled down on me. My every cell sang in pleasure as my world was painted white as I lost all sense
Josie's POV(Continued)He gave me an enigmatic smile that chilled me to the bones. “I know you better than you think my little wild cat.” He motioned to somewhere behind me. “Go on. You need to call her. I believe your agreement is to call her every hour or she’ll send the police after you.” I shot off the table, wobbling a few feet away from him.Fear, the likes of which I had never known swamped me. They told me he was dangerous. Mother was positively shaken after his men took my dad. Grayson couldn’t stop drilling the fact into my head. Even RuPaul had been wary, but not once, not even when I was aware of what he had done to my father had I been truly afraid of Vladimir. But in this second, sticky after he had made me come, was I truly terrified of that strange light burning in his gaze. “Maybe she should call the police on you.” I muttered, w
Josie's POVThe bathroom was en suite. I should have guessed, nothing but the most lavish for the mega rich with possible mob ties Vladimir Sedof. Not that it was discernable from how austere the room was. I took a hot shower in a bathroom big enough to accommodate five of me, ignoring the bath tub and hurried back in to the room proper. I only had on a skimpy towel and for some reason I didn’t want to dwell on, I most definitely did not want him to walk in on me when I was clad in the towel and nothing else. Making a beeline for the door, I locked it before I could heave a sigh of relief. My phone and bag was there on the bed waiting for me, but that was it. The clothes and shoes were new, the clothes I’d worn earlier nowhere to be found. While I was in the shower, someone, probably Vladimir, had come in here and put these clothes here. It was best to choose my battles -I mean, its
Vladimir's POV December, 1724. Somewhere in Durbent. FLASHBACK Pain. Never in my life have I felt pain such as this. it was in every single nerve ending, running rampant in my blood and in every breath I took. What had gone wrong? The morning had been the same. The weather was dreadful, rain whipping about, signaling an incoming storm, but that's par for the course for Durbent’s weather. Then a frantic call for help in my mind had thrown it all to hell. Nikitin and I were having a routine meeting when Malchi’s breathless yell for help had shattered my eardrums. It took a few seconds to realize that he had contacted me telepathically. Nikitin shared my look of distress. Malchi must have contacted him as well. ‘What’s wrong brother?’ I asked him in my mind. Malchi, Nikitin and I were brothers. Not in blood, because I was the only son of my mother, but Malchi and I share a father. Nikitin cam along much later. He was Malchi’s first stray actually, but he has proven himself invalua