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’sJosie'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
[AUTHOR'S NOTE; THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORY DESCRIPTION OF AN ASSAULT THAT RESULTS IN DEATH. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU, THEN PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]VLADIMIR'S POV (CONTINUED)My body was in motion before my brain gave the command. Ten seconds later, I was out of the woods and into the abandoned industrial warehouse a mile just before the start of the woods. It was the landmark I'd seen in Malchi's mind, and somewhere in here, my beloved was bleeding to death. I flashed from one point to the other, my vampiric speed taking me from each corner of the enormous warehouse to track down my beloved. His scent was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, I found him beneath a trap door. Standing stock still, I tried to understand the message my eyes were trying to send to my brain, but it just did not make sense. The body was Sven's. A
Vladimir's POV(Continued)“What the fuck?!” I yelled out, more from shock that she’d dared to hit me rather than from the force of the hit.“Sorry.” Her eyes held more shock and confusion than I felt. A quick glance around showed me that we were still inside Ülenurme Airport, Tartu.Right. So I had been struck by unwanted flashbacks in the airport terminal right after we exited the damn plane.Well, that was embarrassing. It’s a good thing my self conscious days were long behind me.“You were just so still. I almost thought you were frozen, but then you started making those hacking sounds, like you were dying or something.”It had felt like I was dying. To this day, I still have no idea what had kept me alive. Perhaps Alyna and her cronies had gotten over confident and thought me dead long before I actually was?No. Not Alyn
Vladimir's POV(Continued)Forty minutes later, the highway gave way to the inner core of the city proper. Standing regally at the end of the busy business districtwas a skyscraper made almost entirely out of azure glass. At the top of it's triangular edge was an hexagon with an eye in its middle. To anyone else, it was just an odd image to use as a company's logo, but I knew what it was. This is a stamp. A stamp that proclaimed this as the seven's territory. And this, is exactly where I need to be.The car rolled to a stop at it's very entrance, and waiting to the side, just as I knew she would was my childe, Lilya.Next to her was a bear of a man. Standing at a few inches shy of seven feet, he was large, -larger than me- his bulk and appearance was the very reason for the nickname Viking.Plaits run through his hair on one side, and he wore a hard leather vest that