Savage Tracker by Maggie Cole

5

Obrecht

Selena's flushed cheeks,warm brown eyes glowing with the hint of green, and long, silky hair flowing around her are enough to send me over the edge. The pounding of my blood between my ears almost drowns out the music blaring into the room. It's only another reminder of why this place is nowhere my dorogaya should be. This club is not exclusive. It appears to be for those who want that comfort. The online membership application is a joke. Anyone can get in by paying the fee at the door and answering the questions, which is only basic information.

Name.

Address.

Phone.

Email.

Do you agree to our rules?

Do you have any STDs?

No proof of anything and pay the fee. It took me two minutes to get through the door. All it does is anger me. The people coming here aren't protected. Anyone could have hurt Selena, especially with no hard limits or safe words.

What she's looking for, they don't specialize in at this club.

She could have seriously gotten injured by someone who hasn't been trained.

Like that man who freaked her out.

The swirling concoction of rage and lust mix with the need to protect her. I'm not angry at Selena. I'm pissed that this place exists, and it doesn't keep its members safe. I'm enraged at the man trying to put his hands on my dorogaya and still claim her for the night when it was clear she was fearful of him and not interested. Every ounce of my blood boils that she doesn't know her hard limits and has never used a safe word. Bile rises in my throat, thinking about what those two things meant for her.

Yet, here she is, desperately seeking out submission. All I can do is continue to kick myself. I knew all day she was fragile. When I dropped her off, she tried to put on a good show, but I could see the struggle on her face of wanting to ask me something. She kept staring at my feet, and I convinced myself it was better for her if I put some distance between us. I assumed I triggered her in some way. Hell, I felt like she triggered me, but then again, I only need to be around her for a second before my dominant side is crying out to make her submit to me. I left her at her front door and told Matvey to keep a close eye on her. He was going home to rest, and Vlad came to take his place. I had the same conversation with him and reminded them both I was to get notified wherever she went.

I cringe thinking about what could have happened to her if I had been out of town or at the garage where my cousins, brother, and I take men to torture and kill them. Those stints typically last for days, and no one's phones are on. It takes too much focus to make sure you aren't killing the guy too soon and are stretching his life out as much as possible to get the information you need.

When Matvey texted me, I was debating about going to see her. All I got was a text with the address. I immediately pulled it up on my phone, and my gut flipped.

It took two seconds to know exactly what this club was like, and not one part of me liked it.

I shoved the thoughts of her with anyone, man or woman, out of my mind, vowing if anyone hurt her, I'd kill them on sight and damn the consequences.

The next text I received from Matvey sent my vexation into overdrive.

Matvey: She refuses to let me go inside with her.

I was already in my car, a street away. I called him and cursed him for the brief twenty seconds before I was barreling out of my vehicle before my driver parked. And I'll have to deal with Matvey later because it was more important that I got inside.

I watched her for several minutes. She was trying to be brave but wasn't sure what to do. Every head in the room turned to focus on her. It didn't surprise me. She's stunningly beautiful, looks barely twenty-one, and has an innocence about her. She finally sat down, and I was about to approach her when that dickhead did.

It wasn't a question about her choosing me. She will leave with me. No one is touching her in this place, or there will be a bloodbath.

She's mine.

Only tonight.

Forever.

I don't do long term or forever.

Focus, asshole. Give her what she needs, have a conversation with her tomorrow about safety, and go back to the friendship zone.

"Strip. Then crawl to me like the sexy baby girl you are," I command her, quickly slipping into my role.

Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. She rises from between my legs and steps several feet back. Her head drops, and she reaches for her dress.

"Look at me," I growl, and she picks her head up. "Eyes on mine."

Jesus, she obeys so well.

My cock is so swollen it hurts, and I'm tempted to free it from my pants, but then I'd miss watching her strip show.

My beautiful dorogaya's hands shake as she slowly lifts the hem of her dress to her waist.

"Stop."

She freezes.

I take a few controlled breaths. The last few inches of her golden legs I've obsessed over come into view. A thin strip of blingy gold barely covers her slit. I curl my finger in the air for her to come closer.

She steps forward until she's next to my knees, dress bunched on her stomach, hands still trembling, and a drop of her juice glistening on her thigh as it oozes toward her feet.

The air fills with the sweet scent of her sex. I sniff hard then drag my finger over the drop of juice until it's near her barely-there panties. She shakes so hard she whimpers, her eyes growing heavy.

I hold my finger in the air. "Suck."

She wraps her lips around my finger, and my dick tries to break through the fabric of my pants. I lean forward, wrap my arm around her ass, and feel skin and more jeweled material. I weave my fingers through the different strips then kiss around the thin strap covering her pussy, slipping my tongue under the barrier but only once.

She tastes like a chocolate-covered pretzel, sweet and salty, so tempting, I have to restrain myself from ripping her flimsy panties off and eating her out.

Not yet.

She lets out a ragged moan and increases the suction on my finger. I remove my hands and mouth from her and knead her ass. "Spin, baby girl."

She turns, displaying her perfect, heart-shaped ass. I slide my finger under her dress and up her spine, and she shivers.

"Look at me."

She turns her head and meets my eye.

I drag my finger down and trace the curve of her cheeks. The thought of her fifteen pounds lighter pisses me off again. "This is perfection, baby girl. Do you understand?"

Her tiny smile erupts. In her breathy voice, she replies, "Yes, sir."

I kiss both her ass cheeks then sit back on the couch. "Step forward and continue."

She looks at the wall, takes one step, then pulls her dress off. She holds it in her hands with her head bowed. Her long, wavy hair flows below the back of her jeweled bra.

I stroke my cock through my pants, still resisting to free it, staring at her and her magnificence. A new creepy song comes on with people screaming, and I glance around the room.

"Go flip the switch by the door so the music turns off. Then spin so I can see the front of you."

She takes a step, but I stop her.

"Crawl with your perfect little ass in the air."

She drops to all fours and crawls. Her shoulders and head low to the ground, and her sparkled skin raised in the air.

She's the perfect little sub.

Bottom.

She's only a bottom. I don't have subs.

She gets to the door and reaches up for the switch. The music dies, and the room goes silent. She bows her head again and faces me.

"Eyes on me," I direct her again.

Her fiery orbs meet mine.

"Take off your bra."

She reaches behind her and unclasps it then slides it off both shoulders.

Are her breasts real or fake?I can't tell whether she's naked or clothed. I'm guessing they aren't real. They're perfect in proportion, and her nipples grow harder the more I study her.

I pat my thigh, and she drops to the ground and crawls to me. My testosterone flares again at how perfect she is at allowing me to command her. She shimmies across the floor, eyes locked on mine, silence in the air, except for our breath. She stops between my legs and kneels on her ankles.

I stroke her head, and she leans into my hand, closing her eyes briefly.

She's craving to be touched. I can see and feel how badly she needs it. I hold her hot cheeks with both my hands. I lean into her so my mouth is inches from hers. Her warm breath hitches then merges with mine.

"Do you like kneeling for me?"

"Yes, sir."

I slide my hand down her torso, fondling her breasts, and almost come unglued.

They're real. How is this possible?

I rotate my hand on each one while she whimpers. I continue down her body and slide my fingers under the strip of material covering her sex, teasing her clit with a few strokes.

She moans, never taking her eyes off me. The sound echoes in the room.

I remove my hand and drag her juices up her stomach and over her cleavage, until I get to her gold necklace. It's another thing she should have never worn into this place, and tomorrow we're going to talk about it.

For now, I lace my fingers under it. She swallows hard, and her throat pushes against my knuckles. Her pulse beats into my pinky. "When did you come last?"

Her cheeks turn a deeper crimson. "Last night, sir, thinking about you."

Jesus.

"You may answer without calling me sir each time," I tell her.

She stares at me as if she's not sure about it then bites her bottom lip.

"Do you have a question, my dorogaya?"

Her forehead creases. "Do you want me to call you Master?"

You're never calling anyone Master again.

"No. You will never call anyone Master again," I reiterate. Tomorrow we will discuss this in detail, but for now, I need her to feel comfortable. "Just answer my questions. If you want to call me, sir, you can, but you don't have to every time."

She releases a breath. "Okay. Am I doing okay? Do I please you?"

I groan inside, my dick pulses, and I wonder how she can think anything different. I brush my lips against hers as I speak. "You're perfect. Now unbuckle my belt."

Fear crosses her expression. She flinches but then reaches for my pants.

I grab her wrist. "What just scared you?"

She hesitates.

"Is there something you don't want to do, Selena?"

She fights tears. "When you use the belt on me, can you not hit my face with it? I promise I'll do whatever you want."

Jesus fucking Christ, I'm going to kill that bastard ex-husband of hers.

Why is she putting herself in this position?

I softly clarify, "I meant unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants so your pretty little mouth can suck my aching dick."

Embarrassment and more anxiety fill her expression. "Oh. I'm sorry. I—"

I put my finger over her lips. "Shh, baby girl. There's nothing bad you can say. You can tell me everything. But I won't be hurting you, minus a few slaps on your ass with my hand from time to time, understand?"

She exhales shakily, and relief fills her face. "Yes. Thank you. Can I please touch you now?"

I release her wrist and lean back. "You may touch me however you want right now."

She smiles, and my heart skips a beat. I keep one hand on her back, caressing her soft skin. I tease her nipple with my other hand. She skillfully unbuckles my pants then surprises me by putting my zipper in her teeth and releasing it. I lift my hips, and she pulls my pants to my ankles.

My erection springs out, pointing to the ceiling, and her hot breath hits it, sending tingles through my body. She works my cock with her tongue, licking it until I'm breathing hard.

"Suck it," I demand, no longer able to let her play how she wants. I fist her hair and watch her take my head in her mouth, sliding her tongue over the ridges while she adds suction before deep throating me with expertise.

Her mouth and moans become too much for me. I'm going to come, so I command, "Stop."

She looks up at me in confusion.

"Rise and take off your panties." I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt while she does what I ask. "Straddle me. I want your skin and lips on mine, and that wet pussy of yours clenching my cock."

She obeys, and I hold her chin in front of mine. I've seen all her medical records. I know she's clean and gets the shot. I have records of every place she's been. My usual stance is not to have sex with anyone unprotected, but she isn't just anyone. "I'm sliding in your tight little cunt without a condom." I wait for her to say the safe word, but she doesn't.

We're going to talk about this tomorrow, too.

"Do you have anything to say about that?" I ask her one more time, waiting for her to say faucet, but knowing if it were any other man in here, he'd already be in her without asking, since she never set the boundary at the start.

"Please," is all she whispers, as if in agony.

"Then kiss me like a good girl and show me how you take me."

She scoots her knees forward until they hit the back of the couch. Her clit throbs against my shaft. She presses her lips to mine, opening her mouth on contact, as if drinking in every part of me she can.

A fierce wave of adrenaline rolls through me, starting in my toes and working its way up my body as her tongue hungrily flicks through my mouth. Her breasts push against my chest, a glorious combination of soft and hard.

I circle my arms around her, firmly grasping her hips but holding myself back from shoving her on me.

She lifts them; the heat from her pussy sheaths my dick as she inches over me. "Oh God," she whispers against my lips.

A low rumble builds in my chest. The relief from all these weeks watching her, knowing she would submit and wanting it so much my head wouldn't stop spinning, overpowers me. I demand, "Take it all."

She sinks lower, working my shaft with her wet heat while kissing me in the same rhythm.

"More. Take it all now, or I'll make you," I growl.

"Make me. Please," she begs.

I groan and shove her so hard on me, she arches her back, and her head tilts to the ceiling.

"Thank you, sir. Oh God! Thank you," she cries out, her walls clenching my cock so hard, I hold her down against my legs.

"Look at me."

She brings her face to mine.

I slide my thumb over her swollen clit and rub it. Her insides spasm harder on me, and her breath shortens. "There's no coming until I permit you, understand?"

She scrunches her forehead.

"Speak freely," I order her.

"Please. I need it."

"Yes. You do. After you answer my questions, you'll be rewarded, understand?"

She closes her eyes. "Yes...oh..."

"Keep your eyes open. And when you come, you don't say sir. You say my name."

She obeys.

"Why did you come here?" I ask.

"I told you."

"Tell me again." I take my hand on her hip and create a new rhythm for her to maintain. She falls into it easily and is soon lazily grinding her body on me.

"I needed to submit."

"Why, my dorogaya?"

"I-I don't know."

I take my hand off her hip and slide it through her hair so I firmly hold her head next to mine. "You do. Tell me."

"I don't."

"You do." I increase the pressure on her clit. "Tell me, and I'll let you come."

"I don't know," she repeats.

"Yes, you do. Now tell me," I sternly demand.

Her eyes fill with tears. "I don't. I-I think I'm really screwed up."

Here comes the truth.

"Why do you think that?"

She blinks, and a tear falls. Her hips never stop moving, and I keep my thumb positioned on her in the same manner, playing with her bundle of nerves as her body begins to quiver.

"I hate these places."

"Then, why are you here?"

"I don't know," she cries out.

"You do. Tell me."

"I did. I needed to submit. I don't know why."

"You're lying." I increase the intensity of my thumb.

Her face contorts. I know she's stopping herself from coming. She learned how from years of being punished if she came when she wasn't supposed to. Guilt washes over me for using this against her, but the other part of me loves every minute of it. It's the only way to find out why she's here and what she really needs. I don't doubt she's a submissive, but there's something else driving her to come to this place. It's my job as the dominant party to make sure I give it to her. These mind games get me off, too.

"I'm not," she claims.

I grab her hip, thrust her harder on me, and rotate between pinching her clit and circling it ferociously.

"Please...oh God!"

"I'm not God, baby girl. What's my name?"

"Obrecht! Please!"

"No. Not yet. You tell me why you came here."

More tears fall out of her eyes as her body trembles harder. "To submit."

"Tell me the truth!" I demand. "Or I'm stopping."

"I am," she whispers.

"You aren't. Tell me now. Why did you come here?"

She finally caves, crying out, "I needed to feel someone. I'm so lonely! I'm so tired of being alone. And all I think about is submitting to you!" Tears drip all over as she sobs.

I release her hip and fist her hair. "Good, baby girl. Thank you for telling me the truth." I kiss her tears then slide my tongue in her mouth, giving her everything I've been holding back from her.

She moans in my mouth then cries out, "Please, Obrecht."

"Come, my dorogaya." I continue kissing her and roll my thumb faster on her.

Her lips and breath never leave mine. In a raspy voice, she cries out my name, and her eyes roll back.

As the tremors ignite, her body clutches me tighter. I take both my hands and thrust into her harder. Sweat pops out on our skin. Heat burns through my body. My balls tighten, and she cries out my name again. Her body goes limp against mine. Her juices drench my legs as her body convulses.

I wrap my arms around her then release my seed deep inside her, growling in Russian, "You're mine, my little baby girl. And he's going to pay for what he did to you."

Neither of us move. When I finally pull out of the curve of her neck, I tug her hair so she has to look at me. "We're going home now. You will never come back here. This is not a place for you. Do you understand?"

Her eyes fill with tears again. "Yes."

I swipe my thumb over her tears. "Tomorrow, we are talking about this."

She opens her mouth then closes it.

"Speak freely," I repeat.

Her lips quiver, and more tears fall. "Can we stay longer? I don't want to go home and be by myself."

I shouldn't say it. It's sending the wrong signal and setting her up to get attached.

"No. We aren't staying here, but I will stay with you tonight."

Her eyes widen. "You will?"

"Yes. Whatever you need, my dorogaya, I will give you."