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  His father furrowed his brow, surprised by the request. “But this task is a critique.”

  “I understand and you can critique the scene from the video, but I will not scene with her if you are here.”

  Rytsar relished the disappointment and sexual frustration that flashed across his father’s face. He felt a surge of power from it.

  After everything Rytsar had been through as a child, there was a deep sense of satisfaction in thwarting his father’s will now.

  The man was feared throughout Moscow for his ruthlessness and was used to having his own way, so Rytsar took particular enjoyment in pushing his buttons and was clever enough to force his father’s hand without consequence to himself.

  Vladimir was proud of the prestige Rytsar had gained in the underground community. Since the old man took credit for his son’s success and touted it publicly, it gave Rytsar leverage to use against him in times like this.

  Rytsar took pleasure in watching his father’s face as he realized he faced humiliation if Rytsar refused the lesson after Vladimir had made such a big production of it among his peers.

  Needing to keep up the pretense he was in control in front of the others in attendance, Vladimir had to accept that he would not be observing the scene in person.

  “I want that video the minute you’re done,” his father ordered. “I will be thorough in my clinical analysis of it.”

  “Of course. It will be sent to you directly.”

  Grabbing his wrist and squeezing hard, Vladimir told him, “No, you will deliver it to me personally and we will watch it together so you can receive my honest critique, son.”

  Rytsar answered with a curt bow. “Fine.”

  While his father had saved face in front of his fellow Dominants, Rytsar was the clear victor. Now he was free to scene with the girl—without his father’s unwanted interference.

  “The other men will be joining you in the room,” his father stated, asserting his authority over the scene.

  “Naturally,” Rytsar answered dismissively. He knew the other Dominants would only act as observers during the live scene. He was accustomed to such attention.

  Rytsar watched his father leave abruptly, while the others entered the room and took their respective places around the girl.

  This was the first time Rytsar would scene in front of a camera. There was an excitement to that, knowing that this encounter would be preserved.

  He planned to teach the girl and anyone who watched how hard a female could come while screaming in pain.

  Rytsar walked into the room with a smirk on his face. He looked at the naked girl on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide and bound to the metal frame. She was clearly frightened as she glanced at the intimidating men surrounding her.

  The camera operator turned on the lights and suddenly Rytsar could distinguish every detail of the girl, from the goosebumps on her skin to the dark hairs of her inviting mound.

  “Get a razor,” Rytsar stated to an assistant as he approached the bed.

  The girl’s eyes grew wide as she watched one of the men leave to retrieve the item.

  Rytsar told the girl, “I want to see all of you when we fuck.”

  She lowered her eyes and bit her lip, but he didn’t miss her pleased expression as she nodded in compliance.

  In his father’s BDSM community, eye contact from a sub was considered a sign of disrespect. It allowed the Doms to keep it an impersonal exchange. It gave them complete freedom during the scene because the submissive was not the focus. She was simply an object of pleasure to be used in any capacity the Dominant desired.

  In the case of a sadist, this could prove extremely challenging for a submissive thought of only as an object. Elements such as safewords and aftercare were not a part of the experience.

  Unlike his father, part of Rytsar’s enjoyment came from the release the masochist gained though his delivery of pain. It set his father and him apart, although a casual observer might not notice the difference.

  Rytsar demanded a woman who offered herself to him and surrendered completely to his dark desires, but he was conscious of the fact she was a human being, not an object. While he might not care about creating emotional bonds with her, he did secretly crave her enjoyment of the session.

  It probably explained why he was so popular among the submissives in their underground community.

  When the assistant returned with the razor, Rytsar settled between her legs spread wide and began the intimate task of shaving her. He felt the heat of the lights around him, and heard the camera man move about, even hearing the subtle movements of the Doms observing. He blocked them all out, his only mission to introduce this young woman to his sadistic needs.

  Rytsar could feel her thighs tremble as the razor glided over her sensitive pubic area. He smiled to himself as her pussy was made bare, exposing the innocent pink shading under the dark, curly hair.

  “That’s much better,” he stated afterward, wiping her mound with a cloth when he was done. He gently fingered the folds of her pussy, admiring the new territory he was about to lay violent claim to.

  The young woman had only been fucked by a boy—now she would be taught the meaning of possession, where his pleasure meant her delicious pain.

  Rytsar untied her legs and pushed them up, spreading her ass cheeks apart to stare at the tight rosette. “Have you been fucked in the ass?”

  “No…” she gasped, her body tensing.

  “You will be today.”

  He leaned down, kissing the soft outer skin of that forbidden fruit as his lingering promise to her.

  Unbeknownst to the girl, he was a full two years younger than she was. However, no one would suspect because he was not only mature for his age, but he knew exactly what he wanted from a woman and possessed the confidence to get it.

  He was already formulating in his mind how this scene would play out.

  Rytsar never felt intimidated working in front of older, more experienced Doms because he relied solely on his masculine instincts and honored his sexual needs.

  He could read a woman and interpret her actions better than most Dominants, but what made him unique for his age was that he knew himself very well. Well enough to move through a scene with confidence, playing with the woman’s body and psyche until she embraced the erotic agony he ached to give her.

  Rytsar knew, without a doubt, this girl would soon be coming hard around his cock as her screams filled the small room.

  It was his gift.

  Few men acted on their darkest desires, but Rytsar had no such filters, embracing them all without shame.

  Some women were made for it, others could be trained. And then there were those who would run after their first time. He could never know for certain until play began and he was able to gauge her responses.

  However, he was certain this session would prove stimulating for them both.

  Rytsar untied her wrists, telling the sub, “Restraints are unnecessary because I want you to willingly submit to my pain.”

  It was an aspect of sadism he found particularly provocative. Convincing a woman to offer herself physically, despite her fear of the pain that was coming.

  When the young woman looked up at him, he became entranced. No one mattered in the world except this girl he was about to dominate.

  Rytsar lay down on top of her, still fully clothed. He pressed his lips on her throat and bit down. It was an easy way to state his dominance and encourage her surrender. He’d noted it was an instinctual response that seemed common in most predatory mammals.

  The girl cried out in surprise and tensed at first, but as he bit down with more pressure he felt her body begin to relax…

  Rytsar sought out her lips next, kissing her once before he thrust his tongue in her mouth. He traced her teeth with his tongue and groaned as he plundered her luscious mouth.

  It was clear she was inexperienced by the tense way she held her lips, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around him and moaned in pleasure as she gave in to his deepening kisses. If he were to scene with her again, he could teach her how to properly kiss, but for now he took pleasure in her naïveté.

  Rytsar pulled away, propping himself up on his forearms so he could look at her. She was a stunning brunette with green eyes. There were hints of his mother in the girl’s facial structure, no doubt his father’s preferences coming though in the choice of the girl. But her eyes were wider and her lips plumper.

  They were lips that begged to be kissed, but he wanted more…

  Rytsar began lightly nipping her with his teeth as he explored her body, starting with her sensitive earlobes and traveling down to her jaw. She stilled under him, her breath coming in rapid gasps.

  Rytsar took his time, biting harder in more sensitive areas and enjoying her whimpers of pain. He had her completely enraptured when he started toward her mound.

  “Oh moy Bog!” she cried, putting her hand on his shaven head to stop him.

  “Hand on the rails,” he commanded.

  She made whimpering sounds as she reached up and grabbed two of the slats of the metal headboard.

  The girl looked so vulnerable lying there, her legs wide open, her head turned out of respect, but her eyes darting every now and then trying to catch a glimpse of what he would do.

  Her breathing increased dramatically.

  He smiled to himself. This was where his instinctual knowledge of women came into play. Since she was not allowed to see what he was doing, it naturally increased her libido—and fear.

  Rytsar lowered his face over her pussy and took a bite of the skin of her outer lip, tugging on it as he pulled away, his teeth grazing her skin.

  The submissive grasped the rails tightly, crying out as her legs tried to close to protect her.

  “Keep your legs open. Do not move.”

  The sub closed her eyes as she forced her legs back, struggling with the need to obey him, but knowing he would bite her again.

  Those were the moments he cherished. That reluctant but willing surrender to his need.

  “Good…” he purred as he leaned down again.

  He took the soft fold of her pussy into his mouth, the smoothness of her freshly shaved cunt turning him on as he bit down on the sensitive flesh, his cheek barely brushing against her clit.

  Every action, every touch, was thoughtful and meant to arouse through pleasure, fear or pain.

  First the pleasure…

  The girl shuddered under him as he brushed against her clit a second time before pulling on the flesh of her outer lips with his teeth. She cried out and then moaned when his mouth encased her clit and he began sucking and licking it, teasing that receptive little button of pleasure.

  Then he added the pain…

  Pulling back on the hood, Rytsar exposed her vulnerable clit. He growled hungrily as he flicked it with his tongue, knowing it was far too sensitive and unused to such direct stimulation. The girl squirmed underneath him, and he reminded her to be still. Pulling the hood back farther, he began sucking hard, interspersing the heavy pressure of sucking with relentless tongue action.

  To add to her delicious suffering, he reached up one hand and began playing with her nipple. A simple roll between his fingers to begin before he began to pinch and pull on it.

  The girl screamed, the focused attention being far too much for her inexperienced body to handle, and yet he continued, having to put one hand on her stomach to keep her from moving as he continued to torment her clit with his mouth.

  When he had her thoroughly wound up, he stopped and lifted himself up to kiss her mouth, his lips covered in her feminine juices.

  And then he added the element of fear…

  He growled lustfully as he bruised her lips with his kisses. The girl responded well, opening her mouth to invite his demanding tongue.

  Rytsar gripped her waist, grinding his hard-on against her pussy as he told her, “I wonder how your pussy would handle it if I used clamps to spread you apart.”

  She let out a frightened cry, knowing she was not in control of the scene, but soon returned his passionate kisses as he continued seducing her with sexual nibbles and insistent kisses as she mentally accepted her fate and gave in to his desire.

  “Before I spread you open I must fuck you.”

  Rytsar reached down, releasing his hard shaft from his leathers and rubbing it against her overstimulated clit. She’d kept her gaze from him as she should, but he wanted to see her expression when he breached her cunt the first time.

  “Look at me.”

  When her gaze met his, he thrust his cock into her forcefully. The girl cried out, glancing down to see his hard shaft filling her pussy. She looked back up at him in lustful amazement.

  He growled huskily. “Erotic, isn’t it?”

  Rytsar’s eyes flashed as he took a tighter hold and showed her just how a man fucked a woman. Her pussy, raw from his previous attention, could not resist him. She threw her head back and screamed as he began pounding her. The moment he stopped, the muscles inside her wet cunt tensed around his shaft and milked him with rhythmic pulses as she came hard around him.

  Her Voice

  While driving to the doctor, Rytsar made a second call. One he’d dreamed about making ever since his capture.

  His hands actually shook after he dialed the number, and was waiting for the other end to pick up. The moment he heard his brother’s familiar voice, Rytsar could finally really breathe again. “Brother!”

  There was a long pause before Thane answered. “Durov, is that really you?”

  In the background Rytsar could hear Brie cry out, “Is that Rytsar, Sir?”

  Rytsar smiled, not quiet believing he was back among the living again. He had to keep back the tears because of the other people in the car, although the flood of relief he felt was overwhelming for him.

  He affirmed their question, grateful to be alive. “It is I, brother.”

  Thane’s voice faltered, clearly as emotional as he. “Oh hell…I cannot tell you how good it is to hear your voice again.”

  “I feel the same, comrade.”

  “Where are you now, my old friend?”

  Rytsar heard Brie cry in the background. “He’s alive. Oh my God, Rytsar’s alive!”

  It made him smile to hear her, but they were still in a grievous situation. “Wallace has been injured. We are headed to my physician as we speak.”

  “How bad is he?” Thane asked somberly.

  “It is bad,” he said, looking at Faelan. “But…he will live.”

  “Thank God. And you?”

  “I will recover as well, comrade.”

  Thane attempted to relay the news to Brie but she was crazy with excitement and took control of the phone, crying, “Come home to us!”

  Those words filled his heart with deep warmth and he couldn’t stop the tear that ran down his cheek. “I will, radost moya. Soon.”

  Thane took back the phone, telling Rytsar with regret in his voice, “I would be there if I could.”

  “And I would have kicked your ass if you had come. You have Brie and the babe to look after.”

  Thane chuckled sadly, but Rytsar heard the tension behind it. “What do you need me to do? I feel so helpless here.”

  “Nothing more, comrade. You have orchestrated a miracle.” Rytsar glanced at Andrev. “One I never imagined was possible. What I need you to do now is to explain to radost moya that I will come as soon as I can. There are a few things that must be done before my return.”

  “She needs to hear that from you,” Thane replied, and Rytsar heard Thane hand the phone over to her.

  Rytsar closed his eyes and Brie sobbed into the phone, “I’m just so happy to hear your voice again.” Her voice choked when she added, “I didn’t know if I would.”

  He swallowed down the lump growing in his throat. “Radost moya, I need you to be patient with me. I cannot leave my motherland until I have taken care of this new threat.”

  “Why do your words fill me with dread?” Brie whimpered.

  “Did I not promise moye solntse a dance?” he reminded her gently.

  “You did,” she answered, trying to stifle her tears.

  “I will keep that promise to her and to you.”

  “Please, Rytsar, be careful. I need you to come back,” she begged. “I won’t be able to rest until I see you again.”

  “You must rest because of the babe,” Rytsar insisted.

  “Yes, of course…” she said, weeping. Rytsar heard Brie hand the phone back to Thane.

  “I need you to be safe, old friend,” Thane told him. “Do not take any unnecessary risks.”

  Rytsar’s gaze landed on Captain. “The people you have sent will see to it every move is calculated and well planned out. You do not need to worry.”

  “I cannot bear it if you wind up back in the hands of the Koslov brothers. They are an unpredictable foe, brother,” Thane warned him.

  It was obvious he knew exactly what Rytsar planned. “It is the reason I must stay until this situation is resolved.”

  Thane said nothing on the other end.

  Rytsar assured him, “Gavriil and Stas made a mistake keeping me alive for so long. I know their compound and I know the guards’ routines. The attack will be clean but thorough. Soon, the world will be free of their insanity.”

  “Shouldn’t you wait to heal up before you attack?” Thane stated.

  “Nyet. What they have done to Wallace was gratuitous and cruel. The Koslov organization is no longer stable, brother. Even among the unlawful, there is a set code of conduct. They must be stopped.”

  “I understand that, but why not regroup and wait for when the time is right?”

  “They believe I am going to meet my maker at the hands of my brother, Vlad. There is no better time than now because they won’t see it coming.”

  “Must he be the one to do it?” Brie whimpered to Thane in the background.

  “Please explain to radost moya that if I do not stop this now, then she, you, and everyone I know will become pawns in their senseless games for power. They are not right in the head and no one is safe unless they are taken out. Besides,” he added ruefully, “I have my own need for revenge.”

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