Unwanted Complication

Chapter One

Raina

Someone once told me, As long as you’re hurting, you know you’re alive. If so, I was definitely alive. My wrists and ankles ached from the constant presence of the shackles that bound me. I preferred that pain over the other, though. I just didn’t understand why anyone would want to live like this. I’d prefer to die than continue in this hell.

There’s my little slut.

I cringed as I turned to face the man who had adopted me. I liked to think my family wouldn’t have given me away if they’d known why he’d paid so much. Maybe it was a fantasy. My parents could have been just as awful as the man who’d bought me.

Come here. Now.

I walked over, knowing my chains would reach as far as the doorway. He grabbed my chin as I stopped in front of him. I knew better than to look him in the eye. Nothing good ever came of it. He’d punish me for such insolence.

It’s time to get you clean and prepped. I have a special guest coming.

Which translated into he owed someone money or a favor, and the best way to pay them back was to let them use me how they saw fit. He’d turned me into his personal whore, and if I dared to disobey or fight back, then it got much worse. In the twisted mind of Gary Leeds, I owed him for the food he gave me and the roof over my head. And he took payment however he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He pulled the keys from his pocket and unfastened my cuffs. The first time they’d rusted, he’d cursed about me costing him additional money. Now he freed me when it was shower time, but I didn’t dare try to run away. I rubbed at my wrists as he hauled me to my feet and began shoving me in the direction of the bathroom.

Gary twisted the shower knob, only the cold one. He got a perverse pleasure out of watching my nipples get hard under the icy spray. With a grin stretching his lips, he jabbed me until I stumbled under the water, then reached for the soap. Every time he washed me, I went somewhere else in my mind. His hands lingered in places I tried not to think about. When the water turned off, I quickly dried myself, braided my long hair, then went back into the bedroom. He’d said this was a special client, which meant he’d take me to the playroom.

Gary put another set of cuffs on me, prettier ones to showcase his merchandise, then led me downstairs. He unlocked the door to my worst nightmare, then pushed me inside. The lights came on, nearly blinding me, and I tried not to look at everything in the room. I already knew what was here. I’d experienced it all firsthand.

He led me over to the waist-high table, then forced me over it. Once he’d secured my hands at the middle of my back and anchored me to the table, he kicked my legs apart and fastened my ankles to two O-rings on the floor. Shackled and unable to move, I stood bent over the bench and spread wide for whatever his guest wanted to do. It also would give them access to my mouth. I hated Gary. Hated his friends. Hated my life.

Gary leaned over me, his breath against my ear, his cock pressing against me. Let’s get you ready, shall we?

I stared blankly at the wall ahead of me. He took great pleasure in lubing me, then inserting the largest anal plug he owned. It was silver, and the metal was cold as it entered me. I winced as it burned and stretched me but crying out only gave him a thrill. He loved to make me suffer.

A knock at the door drew Gary’s attention. I heard a murmur of voices when he went to the hallway. He typically liked to leave me like this for a while before anyone arrived. He’d look at me, touch me, let his favorite guards do the same. After his guest finished with me, he’d allow any of his staff to fuck me.

The room was chilly, and my nipples were so hard they hurt. That was the main reason for the temperature of the room. Gary loved seeing the tips of my breasts harden into peaks. Even if it wasn’t from desire, he got off on it. Enjoyed touching them.

I heard a loud voice drawing nearer and realized the man had a thick accent. Russian? Oh, hell. My nape prickled. If Gary had borrowed money from the Bratva, I didn’t think the offer of my body would be enough. I’d heard stories of how ruthless they were. The man entered the room. I didn’t dare look at him, but I was aware of his presence. It was a tangible thing, his voice like a caress against my skin.

What is the meaning of this? the man demanded. I can have a whore without relieving your debts. Did you forget the Bratva-owned brothels are the best in this city?

"Of course not, Mr. Sobol. I meant no disrespect. I’ve had many compliments over Raina and thought only to offer her to you as a down payment on the amount I owe. As a kryshas for Mr. Petrov, I thought perhaps we could come to an agreement. In exchange for an hour with her in the playroom, you lessen my debt by, say… one thousand?" Gary asked.

The Russian snorted. "Nyet."

Come, Mr. Sobol. At least look her over. She’s still nice and tight, and she can take a hard ass-fucking. I’ve also been told she has the best cunt in the neighborhood.

The Russian grunted. I heard his footsteps draw closer, then the light touch of his fingers as he dragged them down my arm, across my hip, then settled his hand on my ass cheek. He flicked the anal plug with his finger, making me gasp at the twinge of pain.

She’s already prepped, as you can see. Gary moved closer. If you don’t wish to make use of her mouth, I have a ball gag. Unless you like it when they scream. She has a good set of lungs.

Such beautiful golden skin, the Russian murmured.

She’s from the islands. Tahiti. Bought her when she was only five.

The Russian turned sharply. You’ve been whoring her out since she was a child?

Gary lifted a hand. Of course not, Mr. Sobol. She didn’t get broken in until she’d gotten her period and become a woman.

The Russian growled, and every hair on my body stood on end. Leave us, he demanded.

I heard Gary hasten to comply, and the door click shut. The Russian turned toward me again, his touch light as he caressed my shoulder, my back, my hip. Then he spread my ass cheeks and removed the anal plug. I whimpered and tried not to show fear.

"Easy, lastachka. You ever feel pleasure when men take you?"

I hesitated, and it must have been the wrong thing to do. He spanked my ass hard enough to make me yelp, but it really only stung. He’d surprised me but hadn’t seriously hurt me.

"Answer, lastachka."

No. I never experienced pleasure when men fuck me. I’m only here to be used.

I heard the clink of his buckle unfastening, then the sound of a zipper lowering. I tried not to tense, knowing that would only make it worse. What I didn’t expect was the feel of his naked cock in the crevice of my ass. But he didn’t enter me. He leaned over my body, then slid his hands between my torso and the table. Are you always chained? he asked.

I nodded. I didn’t know why he’d asked. Did it matter? I’d thought men liked it when a woman was helpless.

The Russian cupped my breasts and tugged at my nipples. My eyes went wide as a spark of pleasure hit me. He rolled the hard tips. I’d had men touch me there before, but it had never felt… good. The Russian mumbled soft words in his native tongue, things I didn’t understand, but the tone was clear enough. He thrust against my ass, his cock feeling impossibly big and hard. I knew he’d split me in two when he entered me.

He rolled my nipples again before giving them another tug. With a shift of his hips, he worked his cock between the lips of my pussy. Every thrust made the head bump against my clit. Soon I was panting for breath, my body going tight, and I couldn’t help but make a keening noise. It felt so good, yet not good enough.

"Beg me, lastachka."

Please, I said. I want… I want…

To come? he asked.

Yes! Please, I want to come.

He leaned down again, pressing his shirt covered chest to my back and bound hands. "Are you clean, lastachka? Do I need a condom to fuck you?"

Gary makes everyone wear one. They’re… They’re in the cabinet near the door.

Not what I asked. He pinched down hard on my nipples, and I cried out, coming for the first time in my life. Tears slipped down my cheeks from the intensity of the feelings.

I’m clean. I get tested.

He grunted and the next thing I knew, I felt his cock pressing into my pussy. It burned as he stretched me, but I didn’t experience the pain I typically felt. The slide of his cock as he stroked in and out of me had my nipples hardening more. I gasped when he hit a certain spot inside me, and nearly saw stars. He did it again and I whimpered. I bit my lip and moaned as my pussy clenched down on him.

He growled and thrust into me faster. I cried out as I felt the gush of my release, and my cheeks warmed. I’d never done such a thing before. Would he be angry?

The Russian leaned down and kissed my cheek, rubbing his chin along my shoulder. Such a good girl. He pulled free, and I felt him spread my ass cheeks again. I tensed, worried he’d hurt me now, that it had all been a ruse. He rubbed the tight hole and crooned to me in Russian before I felt the head of his cock press there instead. Slowly, he worked his hard length into my ass. I whimpered at how large he was, but the Russian was oddly gentle as he used shallow thrusts until he filled me. He ground his hips against me, muttering words I didn’t understand. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he began stroking in and out of me. At first, he was slow, almost gentle. Then he began playing with my nipples again, and I clenched down on him.

The Russian growled and started slamming into me, taking me hard and deep. "Going to ride this gorgeous