The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) (17 page)

Oksana and Svetlana stared at him, sizing him up. They
wanted to see how he handled Natalya.

Aaron shrugged. “I don’t expect sex, Svetlana. But I do
expect honesty.” They locked eyes for a moment, and he felt her unspoken
acceptance.

Natalya slipped her arm through Aaron’s and pulled him out
the limo door, walking straight to the entrance. Her eyes glittered with
arousal and excitement. Whatever she had planned, he sensed nothing negative. “This
is the perfect club for a vampire in Moscow. Let me show you what you missed
when first we met.”

Michelle stepped out of the limo with Oksana and eyed Aaron in
silent support. If any shit went down, she had his back. Though her hands were
all over Oksana’s ass, and her tongue kept finding a way into her bloodslave’s
mouth, Michelle’s eyes were sharp as ever. From New York to Moscow, from back
alleys to strip clubs, he could always trust Michelle to watch over him.

They followed Natalya’s lead and entered the club filled
with thumping, rhythmic Russian hip hop, and naked, pale bodies swaying to the
music. Twenty some women danced and rubbed up all over their men. Not one of
them wore a lick of clothing –
definitely not a strip club
.

Aaron smirked. Private dances in
411
required a three
pack of condoms.

The naked bartender who sported a double ‘D’ set of
beautifully-formed breasts had a look of recognition that turned to a scowl. Aaron
leaned into Natalya to speak over the top of the loud music. “What’s her
problem?”

Natalya crinkled her nose dismissively. “She is Russian. We
all have problems.”

Though he snickered at her charming quip, he wanted to
backhand Natalya for lying to him. Aaron speared the bartender’s mind and found
a hazy recollection of an argument from a week ago, when Natalya had to explain
why Aaron left one of the security goons unconscious in the hallway. This had
potential to get messy.

Natalya slipped her coat off, undid the front clip on her bra
to spill out her breasts, then unsnapped the side clasp on her panties. She
handed him the last wisps of fabric that had covered her body. Natalya was in
her element, comfortable with her nudity, a sex machine. She kissed him. “Give
me a moment. I will handle everything.” She sauntered over to the bartender,
butt-ass naked, and proceeded to slice into her with cutting comments in
Russian.

Aaron watched the bartender’s lovely breasts bounce as she
snapped back at Natalya. From the direction of the bartender’s snipish
thoughts, he caught the impression that Natalya wasn’t just a whore who worked
here,
oh no
. She was the
top whore
, the one who earned the most
money. Grade ‘A’ premium ass.

Can’t fault a working girl for taking pride in her
business.

Natalya had to fend off one man’s groping hand on her
premium ass as she finished telling the bartender where to stick it. The
bartender finally shut up, and within seconds Natalya was back at Aaron’s side,
rock-hard nipples begging to be twisted, her juicy slice of clit waiting to be
tasted.

She flicked her tongue provocatively as Aaron appreciated
the view. “I have a special plan for us. I will serve you…” She leaned in and
whispered low. “Master.”

He kinda liked the idea of being served by Natalya. The hard
lump in his pants liked the idea even more. He’d pushed her away long enough. Time
to put her to the test. He looked back at Michelle and the girls, who were
sitting at a booth, guarding the clothes Natalya had left behind. Svetlana
inclined her head, as though giving him permission. Natalya pulled on his hand
and he didn’t budge. “First, make sure they are comfortable.”

Natalya whistled to one of the waiters and nodded her head
towards the girls. “They will have anything they want.” She swayed her naked
ass over to lean in and put a hand on Michelle and Oksana. “I suggest the
Japanese Bath. It’s one of my favorites.”

Michelle nodded and Oksana downed her vodka, getting drunker
by the minute. Michelle reached her hand up Oksana’s skirt and bit her in the
neck, heedless of who might be watching. Michelle had spent decades frequenting
places like this. Places where anything goes.

Satisfied they were good, Aaron followed Natalya’s swaying
ass and muscular thighs up the staircase to the second floor hallway, to a room
called LIVE HALL. She had brought him to a private sitting room, with plush
golden chairs and a padded waist-high platform. Closing the doors with a twist
of the lock, Natalya led him to a massage table and proceeded to undo his
shirt.

Her hands moved quick and easy, skilled at removing a man’s
clothing. With a wet tongue-filled kiss and a yummy murmur, she slipped off his
shirt, and dropped his pants. As soon as her tongue left his lips, she went
down and swallowed him.

He figured she needed help, so he held her head steady in
place with his fist curled in her hair. A multitasker, she removed his shoes,
pants, boxers and socks – without stopping her wonderful suction on his cock.

She had no gag reflex to speak of, and no problem letting
him all the way into the back of her throat. Not only was her ass premium, her
mouth was probably worth the same price tag.

The gentle pressure of her hands on his hips let him know
she needed air. He let up and she breathed deeply, looking into his eyes with a
genuine smile and what seemed like a glimmer of hope. She was desperate to find
a way for him to mesh with her world …
to take Dmitri’s place?

She patted the table. “I will give you the best massage.”

He had no complaints so far, except for his rock hard cock
that bobbed up and down, seeking a home. He obliged her request and settled
comfortably on the padded table. She pulled out several ornate bottles from a
cabinet below.

“Each bottle is a different kind of oil, special for certain
areas of the body.” She dribbled different oils on his chest, arms and
shoulders, down his cock, legs, knees and feet. With one hand rubbing a warm-tingly
oil all up and down his painfully hard shaft, her other hand massaged his
chest. Eventually she switched hands and worked all the way up and down his
body, but still managed to continue the agonizingly warm hand job.

Then she stopped.

He almost snapped at her, but she grabbed his hands and squirted
oil into his palms. Then she squirted the oil on her own breasts and down her
belly and thighs. Aaron could feel it on his hands, the same warm-tingly oil
she’d used on his cock, and she was covered in it. The woman lived for sensual
stimulation.

She climbed onto the platform and slipped her oily ass over
him. Her legs straddled his shoulders and cunt opened spread eagle over his
face. Aaron didn’t need to be told what to do with the warm oil dripping from
his palms. He attacked her pussy with both hands, rubbing all up and down,
saturating her clit, and juicy folds. Then he slipped two oily fingers deep
into her ass. She would soon need all the lube she could get up in there.

She mumbled something in Russian in a husky voice, ground
her sopping wet pussy into his hands and face, and swallowed his cock again.
The woman definitely had her tonsils removed, because she took every last inch
of him. He could feel the head of his cock squeezed by the tight restriction of
the back of her throat.

Up and down, sucking harder and harder, her hands cupped his
balls like she wanted to pump it all out of him. She worked him, worked his
face with her raw pussy lips, and taught him a thing or two about the good ole 69
– Russian style.

When he was ready to explode into her tight suction, she
reached back and gripped the top of his head, shoving her cunt into his face so
hard she damn near gave him a bloody lip. “Now! Bite me now!”

Her mouth clamped down on his shaft, her pussy ground down into
his teeth, and he knew exactly what she wanted, even though he could hardly
believe it. He gripped her tight oily ass in his claws and bit straight into
all that juicy flesh, a mouthful of her squirting come, savory pussy, and the
best part –
blood
. It was awesome, delicious, and freaky as hell.

With her blood came the flood of her feelings and emotions. Emptying
himself into her throat, she fought to breathe as she screamed through the pain
and gushing multiple orgasms. Her hips frozen in place, petrified he might rip
into her flesh at any second, she bravely rode the roller coaster ride of pain,
pleasure and fear. She swallowed gulps of his come between bursts of guttural
screams.

She had trusted him in a way no other person had trusted
him. She wanted the pain, but hoped he would not hurt her more than she could
handle. Yet she knew that in a moment of abandon he could tear her flesh to
shreds, a most excruciating death. A complete surrender that gave him total
mastery over her body.

At times she might be a selfish, arrogant bitch and a
shameless whore, but at the core of her soul, she desperately needed him. She
needed a vampire master who could give her the most intense experience of her
life, without killing her.

Aaron let go of her ass and retracted his teeth. With the
utmost care he licked her quivering pussy to help heal the wounds.

Shaking with the strain, sobbing in relief, Natalya
collapsed on him. Her cheek rested against his wet cock, and she didn’t seem to
care that his come was running down the side of her face. The woman floated in
a heavenly place, hardly cognizant of anything beyond the sensations bombarding
her. This was her thing, these moments of euphoria and agony all blended
together in an overlapping explosion, a high she couldn’t get any other way.

She murmured something in Russian and a quake of orgasmic
aftershocks rolled through her body, causing her ass to pucker and his cock to
twitch. Aaron simply couldn’t resist. He slid two oily fingers in her tight
bottom and worked her slowly. She moaned and moved her ass to meet his fingers.

She was his to do with as he pleased. He felt an
overwhelming need to find her limits, or discover she had none.

She roused as he reached deeper and deeper into her ass. She
pulled his semi-hard cock back down into her mouth, seemingly not strong enough
to lift her head for the job. She suckled him until he grew to full size in her
mouth, then somehow, she found the will to sit up and scoot forward. On her
knees above him, she lined up and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes
communicated her need as she slowly grunted her way down and seated his full
cock into the warm squeeze of her ass.

She kneaded his balls gently, pumping him back up for
another round, working him. Her strength wasn’t recovered to ride him, but, he
had more than enough strength for the job. With a powerful grip on her hips, he
fucked her like a ragdoll. He pummeled her ass with a vengeance, sodomizing her
until her tears and mascara flowed once more, and she cried out, biting her lip
with the pain of his violation.

She leaned back onto his chest and tried her best to grind
her ass down, giving him that last unexplored inch of her. A loud smacking
sound brought a moan from her lips. Legs spread wide, she ground her ass into
his cock while slapping and rubbing her big, rosy clit, crying out each time
she hit herself.

Buried all the way in her anal glove, Aaron was fast
reaching another peak. He gave his submissive sex slave what she wanted when he
bit down into the back of her shoulder and pinched her nipples. He twisted back
and forth on her hard pebbles and she twitched and bucked as he hurt her just
the way she needed it. Sucking down her delectable syrup, and tugging her
breasts, she spewed a stream of Russian obscenities as she smacked her pussy
harder and harder until her back arched. The explosive joy of her gushing wet
multiple orgasms sent her screams echoing off the walls of the room.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Aaron slammed his cock
deep into her ass and emptied himself. He released his bite and breathed in
heaving gasps as the last spurts of his come filled her.

Natalya was a writhing, moaning, shaking mess. She wouldn’t
stop squirming and grinding down on his cock until he rolled her over to the
side and pulled out of her sore, abused ass. She turned in his arms to face
him, joy and exhausted gratitude on her tear streaked face. She embraced him
and cried on his chest. The streaks of her mascara on his skin showed proof of
her total submission. Though he didn’t understand her Russian words of
commitment, he had tasted her emotions enough to know that he owned her now,
completely.

By giving her exactly what she needed, he’d fulfilled her
deepest, darkest cravings. She was his for the taking, whenever, forever. Natalya
accepted him as her master for life.

He had tamed the tiger.

* * * *

Aaron gripped his naked bloodslave’s slick-oiled hips
tightly as he helped her down the stairs and back to the booth where Svetlana
waited alone. The blonde looked thoroughly bored, but she watched him closely
as he wrapped Natalya’s fur coat around her and buttoned it up.

Natalya leaned back into the seat, and her lazy, glazed eyes
landed on Svetlana as she giggled. “Your turn.”

Svetlana blushed and caught Aaron’s eyes. She held his gaze,
and her hands fidgeted nervously. Svetlana broke away from the awkward moment
and her eyes traveled to the naked women plying the men at the bar for money
and drinks. She obviously wasn’t comfortable in this place, and he couldn’t
blame her.

“Would you find Michelle and Oksana, so we can go?”

She nodded and kept glancing back at him as she walked away.
She seemed fascinated at how he curled Natalya into his protective embrace. He
didn’t know what Svetlana expected, but this probably wasn’t it.

The thought came to mind and put a smirk on his face.
What
would Dmitri do?
Dmitri probably would have dragged all the girls into a
room for a grudge-fuck orgy. The man’s bed was the size of Rhode Island.
The
idea had merit
, but Svetlana would probably hate him for it, and
surprisingly, he actually gave a shit what she thought of him.

A few minutes later Svetlana returned with Michelle and
Oksana. Both girls had damp hair, and swollen lips curled in satisfied smiles.
A
whole lotta wet pussy on that menu
. Michelle waved with one hand, her other
hand entwined with Oksana’s like teenage lovers.

He stood and slipped his arm around Svetlana before she
could sit down again. Fear and uncertainty flashed in her eyes, confirming his
suspicions that she’d been abused and debased by Dmitri. She probably feared
Aaron would do the same.

“Stop worrying, please. I don’t want anything from you. Except
to see you enjoy the evening.” She watched him with suspicious eyes, her body
stiff in his loose embrace. “Is there somewhere you’d rather go? Another bar or
nightclub?”

A slow change came over her face as she took in his words.
“I like to dance.” Her eyes flicked over to a naked blonde dancing on a man’s
lap with her legs spread as though fucking him. “With my clothes on.”

Aaron chuckled. “Okay. Guide us somewhere fun.”

* * * *

The limo let them off at an older brick building with a
nondescript entrance and a small glowing sign above the porch
#LMFAO
.
Aaron had to laugh aloud. He caught Svetlana’s genuine grin. “This is where you
want to go?”

She took his hand and pulled him from the limo onto the
crowded sidewalk. Every time the entry door opened a house-techno blend of obnoxious
Russian dance music assaulted Aaron’s senses.

“This club is newer, but it’s my favorite!” Svetlana had an
innocent, girlish aura of happiness. When she smiled it was easy to forget that
just a few days ago Urvashi had hacked apart one of her fellow bloodslaves and
her former master. The girl was resilient.

He and the ladies crowded around the entrance blocked by
three roid monster security guards big enough to take on The Undertaker in a
cage match.

Natalya unbuttoned the top three buttons of her coat and
took up Aaron’s arm opposite of Svetlana. She leaned in to whisper. “Many
cannot get in this club. In Russia it’s called
face control
.” She kissed
him on the lips and patted his cheek. “Speak English. Give the guards a taste
of your vampire charm. With me, you will enter.”

Minus any clothing beneath her fur coat, Natalya let her
left nipple slide into view and moved in to hug Ugly Guard number one. Her coat
lifted up to flash everyone her lily white ass and the guard’s hand copped a
feel on her butt cheek. He squeezed her up against him as she whispered
something in his ear. Her eyes darted towards Aaron and she said something
about ‘pindos’. The guard snickered as though conspiring against the stupid
American who didn’t know he was being mocked by a whore and the asshole
security guard she’d probably sucked off a dozen times.

Aaron looked to Svetlana’s watchful gaze and let his
irritation drift away with a few breaths of frozen air. In through the nose and
out through the mouth, just like Urvashi had taught him. Wouldn’t do any good
for him to lose his temper and crush this asshole to a pile of broken bones and
torn ligaments in front of the ladies. But it might be very satisfying.

He’d had his fill of European disdain for Americans.

After a moment of grabass, the guard who probably
moonlighted as a back alley mafia thug let Aaron pass with nothing more than a
clipped comment in Russian. Natalya returned to his side and tickled his ear
with a whisper. “I always get in the club.”

Inside, it didn’t matter anymore. The place oozed with
half-dressed models and wealthy, affluent men whose ten thousand dollar suits
went a long way towards retaining a woman’s attention for the evening. Natalya
did indeed know her business. This was one hell of a score for a Russian
escort. Probably one of the best gigs in town.

With a few glances Aaron could pick out the handful of paid
girls as they worked their marks. This kind of club was where the
crafty-trendy, high class escorts found clients with real money. A little dancing,
some heavy petting, a few lines of coke, then it’s off to a hotel room for the
night to earn a few thousand rubles riding millionaire cock.

Natalya moved ahead, waving at Aaron and the girls to keep
up. Her shimmery fur coat and jiggly white ass led the way through the throngs
of dancers sweating to the technogrind. Svetlana stayed at Aaron’s side while
Natalya worked her way across the floor to wrap herself around a man in a very
expensive black suit. Within seconds his hands clinched her bare ass, his
fingers questing to find her still wet from Aaron. She was on to the next big
conquest, leaving everyone else behind.

Svetlana watched him watching Natalya and shook her head.
Aaron shrugged, wrapped his arm around his bloodslave’s waist, and started
moving slow and rhythmic to the music. Svetlana wanted to dance, so a dance is
what she would get. Svetlana in hand and Michelle molded to his backside, Aaron
watched as Oksana, hair still damp, slipped up to curl her arms around him and
Svetlana, swaying her hips and rubbing her warm crotch on his thigh. Michelle’s
lacquered nails found their way around Oksana’s ass, where they had been planted
for most of the night.

Svetlana’s eyes sparkled and she moved in close, letting her
slim curves slide along his body. She leaned over to bare her neck and pulled
her hair aside. Aaron nipped her gently. He took only a small sip and gifted
her with what she needed. She sighed happily in his arms.

Ah … the nightlife Moscow as it was meant to be enjoyed.
No vendettas, no death. Just dancing, grinding and biting. Kinda nice for a
change.

Oksana’s warmth drifted away as she moved in behind Michelle.
Aaron heard her soft sighs as she gave up her wrist and received her dose of
bliss in return. A moment later, Michelle squeezed Aaron’s ass and murmured up
against his left ear. “The whore plays with fire. See that we do not get burned.”

At first he thought Michelle spoke of Svetlana who grinned
at him with dilated eyes, her hands rested gently on his shoulders. Then he
glanced back in the direction of Natalya, and saw what Michelle meant.

The tiger lady had the buttons of her coat all the way
undone, open, offering her naked body to the group of men who surrounded her.
These men all wore identical, expensive black suits. They had five hundred
dollar haircuts, thousand dollar loafers, and the thick necks of a swarm of
sharks that ate girls for breakfast with a side of cocaine. Natalya brazenly
served herself up to these predators. Probably negotiating prices right now.
The stupid bitch was getting finger-fucked front and back by two of them.

Shit.

Svetlana tugged on his coat. “They are mafiosi. Georgians.
Very dangerous.” Her eyes conveyed worry, the kind of worry for which there is
no solution, but, you still worry anyway. “She always does this. She makes a
lot of money from mafiosi. She was protected by her ties to Dmitri. None of the
mafiosi would dare cross him. He had a reputation among them.”

Her words implied something Aaron wasn’t quite sure of. Was
he supposed to offer protection? Was he supposed to turn his back on Natalya as
these men locked her in a hotel room and gang banged her?

Svetlana tugged on his jacket again. “Don’t make problems.
Let her go. Hopefully she will return to us tomorrow night.” Svetlana’s eyes
did not convey the hope she spoke of.

Aaron finally understood.

Natalya was on the steep downward spiral of addiction and self-destruction.
Svetlana assumed it was only a matter of time before Natalya ended up dead of
an overdose or some other foul business in the dark crevices of Moscow. She had
given up on Natalya. Can’t help those who refused to help themselves.

Aaron knew women like Natalya came with serious baggage, but
he’d foolishly thought he could fix her, or at least tame her. All he’d done
was unleash her. With a vampire master at her back, ready to fulfill her
darkest needs, she abandoned all caution and risked life on the razor’s edge.

He knew Svetlana was right, but his instincts screamed to
claim what was his, to take Natalya’s drunk, high ass home with him. Listening
to the voice of reason dancing in his arms, Aaron tried to put the tiger lady
out of mind. The music flowed from one thumping techno beat to another, the DJ
slamming it out nonstop. Aaron stayed true to his word and gave Svetlana what
she wanted, a dance.

Fast, then slow, spinning and twirling together, grinding
with Oksana and Michelle, sandwiching Svetlana in the middle with her slim ass
rubbing up on him, Aaron danced and danced and danced. He glimpsed Natalya
several time as she moved from black suit to black suit, letting them have
their way with her, drinking the endless shots of the vodka they dumped down
her throat at every turn.

He considered the unpleasant thought that Natalya might be a
lost cause.

Around five a.m., Aaron and the girls rested in a booth on
the second floor restaurant. The bloodslaves had been sipping drinks all night,
and it showed. They were drunk and tired, complaining that their feet hurt.
Michelle suggested they rent a hotel room for the day – too late to make it
back to the mansion before sunrise. Though she giggled and rested her hand
easily on Aaron’s thigh, he couldn’t miss the concerned looks Svetlana gave him
as she realized they might be sleeping together in a hotel room, maybe even in the
same bed.

The girl was happy and friendly, but Dmitri had done
something horrible to make her fear intimacy with vampires, or men. The word
rape
came to mind. He took Svetlana’s hand and reminded her once again. “I will
never force you. Trust me.”

She kissed him on the cheek and imparted a sense of the
trust he had earned, in spite of her fears.

At the entrance to the restaurant, a staggering, half-naked
Natalya slurred a Russian insult at a black-suited man holding her by the
wrist. She jerked her arm out of his grip and her eyes scanned the room until
she found Aaron. A grin of relief hit her face, and she made straight for Aaron.
Somehow she managed not to knock over any of the tables she bumped into along
the way. Her fur coat hanging off one shoulder, naked oily body on display for
the whole room of staring diners, she fell into Aaron’s lap giggling.

She rattled off something in slurred Russian and buried her
face in his groin. Her naked ass and legs hung out of the booth into the
walkway. The girl had spent way too much time nude in public. Black Suit
chuckled as he casually followed Natalya’s path to Aaron’s booth. He leaned
down and slapped Natalya’s butt, his fingers gave a proprietary squeeze, as if
he would drag her out of the room by her white ass cheeks.

Aaron growled low, trying his best to suppress the growing
rage inside him. Natalya murmured something into his lap and wrapped her arms
around him in a hug, a drunken whore praying to her savior for forgiveness.

“You stupid, stupid bitch.” Aaron rested a hand on her back
and brought eyes filled with barely-contained fury to bear on the Black Suit. “She
has had too much to drink and too much fun tonight. I’m sorry, but you’ll have
to excuse her.”

The man looked around him with a slight, smug grin and then
leaned closer to speak low. “You are American, yes? I think you do not understand
the way of things in Russia.” His hand slipped up between Natalya’s legs and
probed her inner thighs. He brought his glistening wet fingers out to sniff
them. “I paid for this pussy. She is mine tonight.” He looked to the girls
sitting at the booth with Aaron. “You have your women. This one goes with me.”

He snagged Natalya by the hair and started pulling her
backwards into the aisle. She squeaked in pain as her head jerked off Aaron’s
lap at a sharp angle and her back arched, her breasts jutted out into the air
on display. Small murmurs of pain came from her lips and her glazed drunken
eyes looked to Aaron in alarm.

He spent a half-second considering the idea of letting this
man do his worst to her. She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it,
with all the men she had played. But the pain on her face was his
right – his
pain to give
. Natalya had pledged herself to him, to hurt and to hold, to
bleed, to pull her hair, to sodomize and swallow his come, to bite and
grudgefuck whenever and wherever he wanted to. She was
his
bloodslave
sex addict, and only
he
had the right to abuse her the way she needed to
be abused.