Page 19 of From Russia With Blood

I cannot move without massive discomfort; all I can do is kneel there and allow him to use my mouth to slake his pleasure. Arousal curls back through my body as he pumps in and out of my mouth. He’s rendered me completely helpless, filling my mouth until I’m only able to keep my jaw open and tease him with my tongue as best I can.

Reaching up, I cup his balls, my fingers sliding over the soft skin of his sac. They’re drawn up so painfully tight. Every ridge of his skin is stretched taut, but I still stroke him, reveling in the small bit of him I have control over. Each swipe of my fingers sends a guttural moan from him, and I feel so sexy, so powerful, so desired.

I time my breathing for the moments he pulls out, but it’s still not enough air. Dots swim in front of my eyes as each stroke becomes longer, and he grinds my nose into his pelvis, cutting off my supply. Gagging, I slap at his thighs, but he pushes on, clutching me close to him for what feels like an eternity. After several more moments, his cock kicks up in my mouth as a jettison of cum hits the back of my throat and slides down.

He groans long and loud as he holds me pressed against him. My vision blurs as I can’t get any new oxygen, but I don’t care in the slightest. There’s a heavy warmth that floods my body as his fingers stroke my hair. I can barely make out his “good girl,” but it's enough to make my lips curl up in a semblance of a smile.

As he softens, he pulls away, and I moan in protest. I want to stay in this moment forever. I want to live in this floaty haze between life and death. Smiling again, I slide my tongue around his head, catching the small bits that didn’t make it down my throat. The soft smile that dances across his lips nearly undoes me, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to beg him to keep me as his own.

Besides, there seems to be no shortage of men on this ship, and there’s bound to be others that would want to play with me. I would have to be completely oblivious not to see the lustful stares as they walked past our scene. Luka’s image swims in my mind, the sheer hunger that blazed in his eyes as he jerked himself off to my lurid display.

Shaking my head, I look back up at Master Jackson. It’s not right of me to think about another man while he’s still here. Bending down, he gathers me into his arms and slides his thumb across my lips before easing it into my mouth. I suck him in, arousal fluttering through my core. Maybe he’ll want to sleep with me tonight?

He sweeps me into his arms in one fluid motion and carries me over to a nearby couch. “Don’t move an inch. I’m going to clean down the equipment, then we’ll go into some aftercare. Understood?”

Arousal and tenderness beat hard in my chest as I nod. The submissive from earlier, the one Master Luka used, comes gliding over to us, water bottles in hand. “I have water for your submissive, Sir. Would you like one as well?”

Bitterness wells up inside me as I wait for him to correct her. I’m not his anything. But he doesn’t. I wait on bated breath as he takes the bottle from her and hands it to me. I don’t want to overthink this, but the fact that he didn’t summarily dismiss me as a plaything, a fling, fills me with a spark of happiness.

“Drink up. I want at least half of this gone by the time I come back.” He doesn’t even wait for a response. With a smart turn on his heel, he walks back to the cross and begins picking up his toys.

I squirm a bit in the chair as the adrenaline begins to wear off. The sensation of the plug in my ass isn’t uncomfortable in a painful way, but it’s still taking some getting used to. Master Jackson glances up and notices my twitching, bringing a smile to his lips. Of course he’d be happy to see me like this. It’s every sadist’s dream to be able to cause discomfort in all things.

Before I can hold it in, I smile back at him, letting him see how truly content I am at the moment. I know it won't last, but there’s nothing wrong with holding on to every bit of happiness I can. Besides, who knows when I’ll find another dominant? Why should I keep punishing myself and hold back? I can cry in my pillow at the end of every day if needed, but while we play, I’m going to drink in his very soul to carry it with me through the upcoming droughts.

Chapter 7

Jackson

An unusual sensation crawls through my chest as I watch Katrina sitting there on the bench waiting for me. She’s not Gloria, nowhere close, but that doesn’t mean she’s not the best thing to ever stumble into my lap. I know Luka wants her, but I can’t decide if he wants her as a plaything or yet another victim.

Rolling my shoulders, I take stock of my body, pleased to note that the headache and odd light flashes have fully disappeared. Perhaps it was something I ate or drank? I refuse to have any alcohol on board. It doesn’t matter that I’m allowed up to two beverages. With Luka on this ship and a submissive to protect, I can’t allow myself to slip in any way. Too much can happen with a drink, and I don’t want to take that chance.

The submissive that handed Katrina the water prowls about, glancing over at her every few moments. Frowning, I eye the bottle, looking for any tell-tale residue of powder on the plastic. From over here, it looks fine; I’m probably just being paranoid. Then again, most drugs now don’t leave any trace.

I was already planning on walking her to her room after this, but I’m going to keep her by my side for the next thirty minutes or so. That would be more than enough time for GHB or Rohypnol to take effect. I can’t believe I was so careless. There are literally cases of water in my room just in case.

My carelessness might have just put her in danger, and I hate the guilt ricocheting through my brain at the moment. The whole point of being with her was to keep her safe, and here I let some stranger give her water. I didn’t even check to ensure the cap was sealed or any holes from a syringe being put in.

Then again, if she’s one of the ship’s helpers, it would stand to reason she’d be passing out water. Glancing up again, I watch as she goes back to the side of the ship and grabs a few more bottles for another scene finishing up. Relief pours through me as I watch her scuttle about cleaning things here and there.

It seems a lot less suspicious now that I’m allowing myself to actually think and not just act on instinct. If only Luka wasn’t actually here with us. He’s the main thing getting my hackles raised. Anyone but him. Now that I know he’s here, I can’t act any differently. It’s too late to go back to being carefree.

Narrowing my eyes, I watch Katrina as I wipe down the cross. So far, she’s just looking bored. Nothing seems off with her. She catches my glances every now and then, and I smile, not wanting to worry her. She seems so fragile. While in the throes of passion, she was invincible, but now, she just seems so small and lost.

I hate how it tugs at my heart. I shouldn’t feel anything for this stranger, but as I look at her, I can’t help the feelings swirling under the surface. Earlier, I thought my feelings of possession were just a product of Luka sniffing around, but after playing with her, I know it’s so much more. There’s something about her that appeals to me. It supersedes even the feelings I had towards Gloria, and that makes her dangerous.

Luka has already killed once because of me. There’s absolutely nothing keeping him from killing again just to fuck with my head. The man is a monster, and being on a cruise ship won’t stop him from hitting me where it hurts. It might not be as gruesome or visceral since we’re in a confined space with so many people, but that won’t keep him from using her to destroy me.

Straightening up, I grab my duffle and head over to Katrina. I’ve got to end this now before we both pay the price. I knew I wasn’t going to find my forever after on this ship, but I didn’t know the agony that would rip through my heart at the idea of never playing with Katrina again. I don’t even really know the woman, but she’s already burrowed her way into what’s left of my withering heart.

It’s my desire and care for her that makes pushing her away even remotely tolerable, but I have to do it. For both our sakes, I have to cut her from my life. Thoughts of what could have been threaten to pound inside my brain, but instead of letting it take over, I breathe deep and shove any extraneous thought into its proper box to take out and examine after Luka is taken care of.

Her soft smile as she looks up at me, so trusting, so sure that I’ll keep her safe, nearly unmans me. How much had I wanted someone to look at me like that again? Closing my eyes, I reach for her, dragging her body against mine until her head rests against the side of my hip. She’s so soft, so compliant - perfect.

“How are you feeling?” I let her go and peer deep into her eyes. Nothing seems off about them. She looks fully lucid and aware. It hasn’t been fifteen minutes yet, so I need to stall. I hope she doesn’t want to leave my side as soon as we’re done. There’s nothing I hate worse than lying, and everything out of my mouth would be a lie.

“I’m good. Tired. Wrung out, but good.”