Mabel Shot Part 2

Before he can finish speaking, my body is already being lifted off the ground, thrown over his shoulder, giving me a perfect view of his muscular backside. Czar strides out of the room, stopping just three steps later at the door next to him, flinging it open and dropping me onto the bed like a pillow. I fall onto the soft mattress and look up at him in confusion. His large hands grip my ankles, pulling me back until I’m lying on my back, my legs spread open. The mattress sinks under his weight as Czar climbs onto the bed and kneels over me. His body leans over mine, and my mind goes blank when he crushes his mouth against mine. Czar kisses me roughly, his hand sliding behind my neck while the other grips my backside, lifting my torso up and pulling me along until I’m in his lap. He doesn’t wait for my body to adjust; he penetrates me in one swift motion. I feel a sharp sting as he enters me without any lubrication. My body recoils, and I moan between the pain and the pleasure that begins to build within me, splaying my fingers on his shoulder, trying to anchor myself to him. His arms wrap tightly around my back, deepening his dominating kiss while he moves my hips quickly and forcefully against his.
Mr. Gregovivk doesn’t seek pleasure; he only wants pain. As if he’s punishing me or himself, making us both feel agony, because with every brutal thrust he gives me, the deeper my nails dig into his skin, piercing him. We don’t care about the pain; we’re oblivious to anything except the anguish of our bodies colliding, growing faster and more primal. And amidst bites, scratches, and heavy kisses, we expose our ugliest sides.
I remember how I collapsed onto the bed after having every inch of my body languid and marked with his teeth, both of us breathing almost without breath. I started to crawl slowly to the foot of the bed, intending to leave and go to my room. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back to him.
“I didn’t order you to leave,” he says, gripping me tighter, making me feel crushed between his bear-like arms.
“I thought you gave me a room to stay in because you didn’t want to share your bed, sir,” I whisper, looking up at him and seeing his dark brown eyes shining.
“I installed you in the room next to mine because I thought you’d want your own space.” He lowers his gaze to my shoulder and sees the mark from his bite. “You’ll sleep here now while you’re in my house,” he says softly, shifting his body to the side and letting me feel the warmth of his chest against my back. “You can keep the other room…” He lets out a huge yawn. “But it’s in my bed you’ll sleep, little bird.”
My face drops as I see his thick, dark-haired leg covering my thigh. His arms tighten around me, trapping me there, not letting me go. I blink, confused, and lift my head, listening as the sound of his breathing slows down. The large painting hanging on the wall catches my eye, and I look at it in surprise, recognizing it. The screen 610 is framed, displayed on the wall of his room, right in front of the bed so it can be admired every night. I feel a different peace, a strange happiness that makes my chest flutter in a way it never has before. I’ve never slept in bed with someone else, let alone in a spooning position; it’s as new and strange to me as letting him bathe me. But again, I don’t mind because, coming from him, it feels like the most right thing anyone has ever done for me.
Experiences that seem so normal for others are all new to me. I lift my legs and rest my chin on my knee, holding the juice cup and watching him. Two weeks have flown by so fast that it feels like I’ve always been here, leaving me confused about what my normal life will be like when I return to my solitary existence. I feel the gentle touch of Sieta’s fingers on my leg, giving me a warm look.
“Why don’t we have girls’ night our way?” She smiles and winks at me. “It’s just us here; Czar will take a while to get back from Sodom.”
“Yeah, he will, right…” I sigh, analyzing the fact that he’s in Sodom.
“Greg doesn’t touch anyone, Mabel,” she says, laughing at me, cutting off my thoughts before I can delve deeper into them.
“I didn’t say anything about that…”
“But you thought it; I could tell just by the look of disappointment you had when you mentioned it.” She smiles at me teasingly, looking at me strangely. “Do you have feelings for him, Mabel?”
“No, of course not.” I try to sound firm, but I hate being a terrible liar, and Sieta knows it, which only makes her laugh harder, giving my foot a light tap. “I don’t know; I just feel uncomfortable thinking about him…”
“Doing with them what he does with you!” she finishes for me, no longer playful, as if she’s felt this too.
“Have you ever felt something like that, Sieta?” I look at her more closely and see her nodding in agreement.
“I have, and I know how much it sucks. But it’s just the intensity of the game; that’s what he does to you. It brings out feelings you never had. You become so connected to the person from all the hormones you share that you lose all control of yourself…” She takes a deep breath before letting out a sigh and smiling at me kindly, shaking her head. “But don’t worry, because it doesn’t only happen to you. The game affects both of you; it’s a two-way street. I don’t know if Greg told you, but when he’s playing Sodom, it’s like signing a fidelity contract; both the master and the submissive can’t have other partners. And I guarantee you that even if they weren’t playing, Greg wouldn’t be touching some other woman in there; that’s not part of his character…”
“How so?” I ask quietly, looking up at her.
“Czar isn’t very social; he prefers to stay inside the office, keeping an eye on everything, like a true untouched bear in his den, but a loyal bear.” She brings her hand into the popcorn bowl and raises it to her mouth, extending the bowl toward me. “I’m the one who mingles more among the guests. He handles the boring stuff, dealing with the advisors and all the bureaucratic crap, while I handle the fun part, getting to know who comes in and out of Sodom in Moscow.”
I take the bowl of popcorn and set my juice cup on the coffee table, filling my hand with popcorn.
“How did you end up there, Sieta?” I ask, curious, as I bring the popcorn to my mouth, watching her and remembering when Sieta briefly mentioned the day I found out I was going to live here that Czar didn’t allow her to get involved in Sodom.
Sieta is a fun woman; she might intimidate at first to anyone who sees the small woman with deep smoky blue eyes, heavy mascara on her lashes, straight black hair cut short like a man’s. Her skin is so pale it looks like snow, and her leather clothes give her an air of danger. But once you get to know her, you realize that behind her sarcasm and ironic jokes lies an intelligent and charming woman.
“You’re not going to want to know,” she shrugs, laughing as she grabs the popcorn bowl.
“Yes, I do; I really do,” I assert, stretching my legs and sitting on the rug next to her, looking at her with interest.
“Are you serious?” She turns her face to me, speaking with her mouth full.
“Of course.” I grab my juice cup and take a sip, nodding. “You ask me about the sex between me and your cousin; I don’t see any problem with wanting to know a bit about you.”
“By the way, taking advantage of the fact that you brought this up, you haven’t answered me yet.” She slowly bumps her shoulder against mine and throws a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “If I tell you how I ended up in Sodom, you have to tell me what’s really going on between you and Greg… and don’t come at me with that game talk, because it’s clear that you two are doing much more than that.”
“Start.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and lower my juice cup, looking at her.
“After my father died, we discovered in the worst way that he had left a huge debt at the bank. They took our house and my mother’s clinic; my old man had pawned the properties.” She smiles bitterly and shakes her head. “I was really straight-laced; if I showed you my photos from when I was young, you wouldn’t believe it was me…”
“You sound like an old lady when you talk.” I laugh and look at her youthful face.