Moving Target (Target #3)(30)

“That’s it. Suck my cock. Swallow it down.” My body jerks as she works me over. Another swipe of her tongue and scrape of her teeth, and I come, gasping and furiously thrusting into her mouth.

And she lets me. This beautiful, sweet woman allows me the privilege of it.

Later, when I’ve recovered and adjusted my clothing, she’s sitting beside me once more. I lean over, pinch one of her nipples through her dress, and murmur, “I will make you come tonight, dushka. Don’t worry.”

“Please.” She licks my lips, and then settles back down again. Her nipples are so hard. I know if I touch her pussy, it will be wet.

There is a knock on the partition. This time, I lower it.

“We are here, sir.”

“Excellent. You may let us out at the entrance.”



The club pulses with bodies. Some dressed. Some nude.

Quite a few of the women wear collars or chains around their necks. Others are completely bare, waiting for a new master or mistress.

“I’ve never seen anything like this in my life,” Chloe whispers into my ear, and then she bites down on the lobe. In retaliation, I bend her over my knee and smack her luscious ass a couple of times before sitting her down again.

She squirms in her seat.

“Be still, or I will do it again.”

“Da,” she says, all breathless.

“You liked that?” I ask in a low voice.

“Who wouldn’t?” It’s all she can do not to wink at me. I see it in her eyes. My playful Chloe is relishing in her role. This is good. Better her horny and excited than scared and helpless.

For the past half hour, I’ve thrown down large amounts of cash. Ordered the best of everything until it was enough to get us VIP seats and the attention of Leonid, the stupid fuck.

He extends his hand as Chloe drains her third glass of a fruity cocktail. She’s not altogether steady on her feet, which means I will have to be extra vigilant for her “Leonid Balshavik. One of the owners.”

I take it, shaking it profusely. “Great to meet you. This is… an excellent establishment. Better than I’ve ever seen.”

“We have what our guests need and want. You are new here?” he asks, his gaze sliding over Chloe.

“Yes. Your driver recommended it.”

Leonid smiles, a gold tooth gleaming under the flashing lights. “Very good. May I sit with you?”

“We would be honored.” I motion for Chloe to sit on the floor, but before her sweet ass can sit, I lay her coat down so that her bare skin won’t come into contact with the carpet. “Very good, angel.”

I caress her face, and she rubs against me like a kitten.

“Did you train her?”

“Just beginning. She’s temperamental.” Chloe bites my finger and then begins to suck, her eyes closing as she looks like there is nothing else she’d rather do. “Right now, my kitten is sweet. I fed her some cream on the way over.”

“Is cream her favorite treat?” Leonid can’t stop watching her. He wants her.

“Cream and honey. She can’t get enough of either.”

He swears under his breath and adjusts his crotch. “Let us drink to your kitten’s health.”

“Shall I pour?” With one hand, I empty the rest of the bottle of champagne that Chloe had been drinking into two glasses. One for me. The other is a very special one for Leonid.

He gulps down the first glass.

Chloe takes my finger and pops it out of her mouth, then guides my hand under her short dress. When I try to pull it away, she pouts and says, “Pazhaluysta.” Where she learned the word for please, I have no idea. But my Chloe is very smart.

“If your owner is not of a mind to please you, I can always help you.”

“While your offer is appreciated, at this time, it would not be helpful for her training.” And there is no way in hell I’m letting you touch her like this.

“Pour our guest another glass, kitten.” I turn her around, swat her ass, and lean in to murmur. “Another glass, love.”

“Da.”

“I’ve heard that Konstantin has lost a daughter.”

Leonid relaxes into the cushions, his pupils dilating. “She’s not lost. The little bitch is with Dmitry. Apparently, he’s fucking her all over Europe.”

“Perhaps Konstantin should be more concerned about his son.”

“He has no son.”

“There are rumors.” I wonder how long it will take for Leonid to start talking, really talking.

“Just that,” Leonid says.

The cork pops on the bottle and champagne comes pouring out, soaking the front of Chloe’s dress. She looks stricken… and not because she’s done something wrong either.

“Come here, kitten. I will help you,” Leonid says, his meaty hands going to her shoulders and ripping off the top of her dress, exposing her perky breasts to both of us. “Sorry.”

He reaches out to cup one, but I grab his wrist. “Let her serve you champagne first.” Slowly, I let go of him as he sits back.

“I can wait.”

You can wait for an eternity and you still won’t have her.

His lids grow heavy. “Do you know I actually paid Konstantin’s favorite to transport her to Amsterdam? I had a buyer for her—a middleman who procures the finest flesh. Of course, he would pretend to sell her at auction, but I would be the one buying. We had an arrangement.”