Part 2

"Moscow, Russia"

"beeplith is the daughter of a British Politician. After some auspicious ties with the KGB. Your Dad made an arrangement with the head of the Russian mafia, Dimitri Petrov, to erase all his debt and ties to Russia in exchange for you."

"Now, here you are, in a stranger’s house, Dimitri Petrov’s Estate, meeting your newly arranged husband for the first time."

"Интересно," Dimitri muses, watching as you untie yourself. "But I'm afraid the information I have may not be for someone like you. It's far too dangerous, especially if you're working for someone else." He steps back slightly, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And as for any deal between us, I only offer one thing: your continued life."

Dimitri raises an eyebrow at your sudden confidence, but doesn't seem entirely convinced. "You think you can play the role of a dog, do you? That remains to be seen." He observes you for a moment, taking in your features. "You're certainly not what I expected." He then reaches out, almost tenderly, and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. "But I suppose you'll do."

Dimitri chuckles, amused. "And what do you plan to do with that information?" He takes a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke in your direction, watching intently to see how you react.

Dimitri smiles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm not surprised. You seem like the type to revel in their own vices." He takes another drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around you two. "But that's not unsalvageable. It could be a welcome quality for someone like me. As long as you're loyal." His hand tightens around the cigarette, body tensing slightly.

Dimitri raises an eyebrow at your innuendos, seeming unperturbed. "Is that so? Perhaps we'll see how loyal you can be." He holds out the box of cigarettes towards you, offering you one. "I don't mind. But be warned, there's nothing quite like a Russian cigarette."

Dimitri leans in closer, offering the tip of his cigarette to you. "Be my guest," he says smoothly, his lips curving into a small smile. "But remember, modesty is a virtue. Don't think that just because you have me at a disadvantage, you're in charge." He holds his cigarette up to yours, lighting it with practiced ease before leaning back again.

Dimitri smirks, his eyes glinting dangerously. "No one is perfect, not even me." He watches you carefully, taking note of the rope marks on your wrists. "It seems you've already had a taste of what I'm capable of." He takes a sip of his whiskey, the smooth burn down his throat contrasting with the icy edge in his tone.

Dimitri takes a slow drag of his cigarette, thinking for a moment. "I haven't quite decided yet," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You've already proven yourself to be more than just a casual spy. Perhaps you could be useful to me." He leans back in his chair, studying you intently. "But first, we need to establish some ground rules. Are you willing to work with me?"

Dimitri nods slowly, his eyes never leaving your face. "I'm listening." He takes a sip of his whiskey and sets it down before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a document. "The first condition is that you sign this contract, stating you'll work for me exclusively. In return, I'll provide you with protection, power, and wealth beyond your wildest dreams." He holds out the contract towards you, his eyes glittering with an unmistakable glint of greed.

Dimitri leans forward, his blue eyes fixed on you. "You're right, I am an outlaw. But everyone has their own set of rules." He takes the contract back from you, folding it neatly and placing it back in his pocket. "As for the Russian mafia, they are merely a means to an end. They provide me with the necessary resources to achieve my goals. But make no mistake, Leonid. I am the one in charge, not them." He leans back in his chair, taking another slow drag of his cigarette. "If you truly want to serve me and give me your protection, then I will make sure to take care of you. But you must remember, loyalty is a two-way street."

Dimitri leans back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. "Then I suppose we'll have to find another use for you," he says with a small smirk. The glint in his eyes suggests he's not going to let you go without getting something out of it.

Dimitri gives you a long, considering look before finally speaking. "Well," he begins slowly, savoring the words. "You could always try to escape, but I wouldn't recommend it." He grins, teasingly. "After all, you're in my territory now. You could also choose to work for me, like I said before. You'll have access to unimaginable wealth and power, for one thing. But if you're not interested in that, there are other options." He leans forward, his eyes intense. "You could choose not to work for me, but then I'll have no use for you. And I can't just let you go, can I?" He lets the words hang in the air, watching your reaction.

Dimitri smirks at you, his pale eyes glittering with amusement. "I like the way you think, Leonid," he says, taking a slow drag on his cigarette. "But I didn't say I would kill you if you refuse to work for me. Where's the fun in that?" He leans forward, his voice low and dangerous. "I have other... uses... for people who cross me." The glint in his eyes tells you that those uses might not be pleasant.

Dimitri's eyes darken with lust. "You have no idea how interesting it will get," he growls, reaching out and cupping your jaw in his large hand. His grip is firm, but gentle. "One way I like to punish my disobedient subjects is by tying them up and whipping them until they beg for mercy. The smell of their fear and pain... intoxicating." He lets go of your jaw, moving closer so that his lips brush against your ear. "Another option is to strip you naked, bind your wrists behind your back, and chain you to the bed. Then I'd take what I want from you, using you for my pleasure until you can no longer resist me." His voice is low and seductive, making the air around you thick with desire.

Dimitri chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. "You like that idea, don't you, Leonid?" he says, his voice husky. "You like the idea of being helpless and at my mercy." He leans back in his chair, watching you with a predatory look in his eye. "But enough of that for now. You haven't yet decided if you're going to work for me or not."

Dimitri smiles, pulling a contract out from his suit jacket. "Here it is," he says, handing it to you. "Read it carefully. It outlines your responsibilities as an employee of the Petrov organization, as well as the benefits you will receive." He leans back in his chair again, watching you intently as you read.

Dimitri takes a drag on his cigarette, studying you carefully. "My organization requires someone with your particular set of skills," he says finally. "As a double agent, you will be working for both the S.I.A and the Petrov organization, reporting back to me on any relevant information you uncover." He leans forward, his voice low and intense. "But I warn you, Leonid. If I catch you betraying me, the consequences will be... severe."

Dimitri smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Do not worry, Leonid," he says, putting out his cigarette. "I am fully aware of your position as a double agent. You may continue to share information with the S.I.A, but be warned that I will be watching you closely." He leans back in his chair once more, the smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. "Is there anything else you're unsure about, or are you ready to sign the contract?"

Dimitri raises an eyebrow, considering your question. "As my employee, you will be expected to fulfill your duties as a spy," he says slowly. "However, there may be times when I require additional tasks that do not fall under that category." He pauses, his eyes flickering over you. "But those are matters we can discuss at a later time. For now, your focus should be on deciding if you are willing to work for me."

"Excellent." Dimitri says, handing you a pen and pointing to where you need to sign. "Just here, and here."

Once you are done signing, Dimitri takes the contract from you and slides it back into his jacket pocket. "Welcome to Petrov organization, Leonid," he says with a small, satisfied smile. "I expect great things from you."

Dimitri chuckled, amused by your bravado. "I have no doubt that you will do everything professionally, Leonid," he said, still watching you closely. "And as for the other matters... we shall see." He leaned back in his chair once again, a dangerous glint in his eye. "You may rise now, Leonid. And remember, from this day forward, you work for me."

Dimitri raised an eyebrow, surprised by your comment. He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, standing uncomfortably close. "Is that so?" he said, his voice low. "I will have to keep that in mind, Leonid." He reached out and gripped your chin roughly, tilting your head up to look at him. "You are a very interesting man, Leonid," he said slowly. "I am curious to see what else you have to offer." He released your chin and stepped back, an enigmatic smile on his face. "But for now, I have business to attend to. I will be in touch with your next assignment shortly." With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving you alone.

Days passed by and there was no contact from Dimitri, which was unusual. On the third day, you receive a letter from his organization telling you to go to a rendezvous point to receive your new assignment. Only coordinates and a time were given and you follow through.

You arrive at the location, an abandoned warehouse outside of Moscow, at the appointed time. As you step inside, you see Dimitri standing at the far end of the room, staring at you intently.

Dimitri slowly walked towards you, a cigarette between his lips as always and his piercing blue eyes locked onto you. "I have a job for you, Leonid," he said, the tone of his voice serious. He paused in front of you and took a drag from his cigarette before continuing. "It's a delicate matter and I need someone who can handle it professionally and with discretion."

He leans in just a little bit closer to you and says, "I need you to steal some documents from a rival organization for me. They have information that is valuable to me, and I need it at all costs." He hands you a manila folder with details of the mission.

"Can you handle this, Leonid?" he asks, his stare unwavering.

Dimitri nods in agreement. "Good. Time is of the essence, so let's not waste any more of it." He hands you a small digital device that looks like a USB drive. "This is a specialized device that will allow you to bypass electronic security measures. The documents are kept within the secure archives of our rivals."

He pauses for a moment and then continues,"You will need to infiltrate their facility, download the information onto this device and get out without alerting anyone. Make sure you're quick, quiet, and efficient. And remember, failure is not an option."

Dimitri takes a deep breath and looks right into your eyes. "I am counting on you, Leonid."

Impressed with your results, Dimitri is waiting for you in his office when you return. "Good work, Leonid," he says, his voice indicating he's pleased with the outcome. "You exceeded my expectations."

He takes the device from you and begins to examine the information. "The virus you planted on their system has already begun to send back valuable intel, this will give us the upper hand over our rivals."

Dimitri turns his gaze back to you, "You're proving yourself to be a valuable asset to our organization, Leonid. I have more work for you in the future, are you up for it?"

Dimitri raises an eyebrow as you lean on his desk, seemingly reveling in the praise. "Do not push your luck, Leonid," he warns, his voice low and pointed. "While you may have exceeded my expectations, do not think that you are irreplaceable."

He leans back into his chair, his eyes flickering with amusement as you lean over his desk. "That being said, I do appreciate your achievements and success," he pauses for a moment and then adds, "perhaps I can reward you with a night out on the town, to celebrate our victory."

Dimitri smirks, his gaze locked onto yours, silently challenging you to accept or decline his offer.

"You are quick to respond, Leonid," Dimitri observes, studying you closely. "You are quite the charmer, aren't you?"

He rises from his chair and steps closer to you, towering over you with his height. "But do not mistake my invitation for anything more than a reward for your work."

Dimitri's expression softens slightly as he continues. "I can see that you have potential, but it is important for you to focus and keep a clear head. My work is not for the faint-hearted, and you must be prepared for anything."

He offers you a small smile and then turns on his heel, heading towards the door. "Now, come along, Leonid. Let us celebrate properly."

Dimitri leads you through the bustling streets of Moscow to a trendy nightclub. The club is pulsing with bass-heavy music and neon lights, and it's clear that this is a place for the elite of the city. He waves his hand at the bouncer at the door, flashing a brief smile.

As you enter the club, Dimitri takes your hand and pulls you towards the bar. "What's your poison, Leonid?" he asks, his voice lost in the music.

The bartender looks up expectantly. As Dimitri orders their drinks, he glances your way. "I hope you're ready to celebrate properly," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Dimitri nods at your words and orders two glasses of whiskey from the bartender. "Excellent choice," he says, taking one of the glasses and handing it over to you.

He takes a sip from his glass and looks around the club, watching the people as they dance and laugh together. "Do not get too lost in all of this, Leonid," he says, glancing over at you. "There is still much work to be done."

Dimitri pauses and then adds, "But for now, let us enjoy ourselves." He clinks his glass against yours and takes another sip of the whiskey.

Dimitri smiles faintly in amusement when you mention about him being serious. "Ah, don't mind my serious demeanor, Leonid," he says, taking another sip of his whiskey. "I find it important to maintain a level of professionalism at all times."

As the strippers take their place by the pole and start their performance, Dimitri's gaze follows their every move with interest. "Oh, this is an unexpected surprise," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "The dancers here are quite talented."

He takes another sip of his whiskey before turning to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Do you like the show?" he asks, studying your reaction closely.

Dimitri raises an eyebrow at your flirty expression, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, is that so?" he says, the corners of his lips curving up into a small smirk. "Do tell me, Leonid, what is it that you like more?"

He takes another sip of his whiskey, his gaze fixed on you as you talk. The music and the lights of the club seem to fade into the background as he focuses his attention on you.

Dimitri chuckles softly when you point your finger right into his chest and say that you like him more. "I see," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You know, Leonid, I can be quite dangerous," he says in a low voice, leaning in closer. "Are you sure you want to play this game with me?"

He takes another sip of his whiskey and stares intently at you, his hand resting on the table between you as if waiting for your next move.

Dimitri nods slowly in tacit agreement with your words. "You have a point there," he says, his voice low and sibilant. "Sometimes, it is better to face danger head on rather than run from it."

He follows your gaze as you look at the curvy stripper girl and chuckles softly. "You have a good taste in women," he comments, before taking another sip of his whiskey.

Dimitri briefly studies your body language and facial expressions, trying to gauge your level of confidence and how far you are willing to go. Each time he glances at you, his eyes seem to bore through you, as if trying to read your thoughts.

Dimitri regards you thoughtfully as you speak, sensing the sorrow and pain behind your words. He places a hand on your shoulder in a gesture of understanding.

"I see," he says, his voice low and comforting. "You have had a difficult life, Leonid. But I tell you, there is always hope for those who seek it. You may not be free right now, but you can be one day. And when you are, you'll find the partner you deserve. Someone with power, cruelty, and intelligence who will challenge you in every way."

He takes another sip of his whiskey, and looks at you with a glint in his eyes. "And who knows, Leonid? You might find that person sooner than you think."

Dimitri chuckles at your comment and takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke rings into the air. "I like your confidence, Leonid. It is a good quality to have in our line of work," he says.

As you ask about his romantic life, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Love is a complicated thing, Leonid. I have been in love before, but it was a long time ago. These days, I prefer not to get too attached. It can be dangerous, both for me and for the person I care about."

He finishes his whiskey and sets the glass down with a hollow sound. "But who knows? Maybe one day, I will meet someone who will make me change my mind. Someone who is not afraid of me, and who can match me in every way."

Dimitri nods in agreement as you mention the difference between love and sex. "Indeed, Leonid. Love and sex are two different things. Sex can be a physical release, a means of gratification. Love, on the other hand, is an emotion, a deep feeling that only a few can truly experience."

As you lean towards him, he meets your gaze and smiles slightly. "I am glad to hear that you are not afraid of me, Leonid," he says, his voice low and seductive. "But the pistol is merely an instrument, a tool that needs to be respected. You are a smart man, and I know you understand that." He leans back against the armrest of the couch, studying you with interest.

Dimitri arches an eyebrow at your perverted joke and chuckles lightly. "Ah, I see," he says, smirking. "Well, Leonid, it's good to have a sense of humor in these situations. Life can be so serious sometimes."

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your skin. "And as for your fear, Leonid," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I promise you, I will make sure you overcome it." He pulls away and takes another sip of whiskey, watching you with a subtle glint in his eye.

Dimitri nods, taking another drag of his cigarette. "I understand, Leonid," he says with a hint of sympathy in his voice. "It is not easy growing up in a restrictive environment like that. But now that you are free to do what you like, I can see why you would want to explore and experience new things."

He exhales a cloud of smoke and leans back in the couch, studying you intently. "Sex is a powerful thing, Leonid. It can bring people together, or tear them apart. It can change the course of history, or destroy lives. It's all in how you wield it." He takes a final drag of his cigarette and stubs it out in the ashtray. "Just make sure you use it wisely."

Dimitri raises an eyebrow at your request for vodka and watches as the bartender pours you a glass. He takes a sip of whiskey and listens attentively as you reveal your kink to him.

"Is that so?" he asks, intrigued. "I am flattered, Leonid. And not at all embarrassed. Everyone has their kinks. It's what makes us human." He leans in closer to you, his eyes fixed firmly on yours. "Tell me, Leonid," he says in a low voice. "What did you discover about me?"

Dimitri's eyes widen slightly in shock as you reveal your findings to him. He chuckles softly and shakes his head, a small smile on his lips.

"Well, well, Leonid," he says, impressed. "You certainly have done your homework, haven't you?" He takes another sip of whiskey and leans back in the couch, his gaze fixed on you. "I must admit, some of those things are true. But others, well, you will have to keep guessing." He winks at you and finishes off his glass of whiskey.

"I am fascinated by the human body and all of its pleasures," Dimitri says, his voice low and husky. "And I believe that every experience, whether it is sexual or not, has something to teach us. As for my preferences, well...I suppose it is natural to have certain tastes and

inclinations." He takes a moment to consider your words before speaking again. "But let me ask you something, Leonid. Do you think that studying someone's porn history truly gives you insight into who they are as a person?"

He arches an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "Or is it just a way to get inside their head? To play mind games and manipulate them?" His words are accusatory, but there is a hint of amusement in his tone.

"But then again, maybe that's just my paranoid side talking," he muses. "After all, I am the one with a reputation for being ruthless." He tilts his head, studying you thoughtfully. "What do you think, Leonid? Do you see me as a monster?"

Dimitri smirks at your response. "I see," he says, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it. And as for your failed seduction attempt, don't worry too much about it. You're not the first person to try and fail."

He leans in a little closer to you, his expression serious. "But I want you to understand something, Leonid," he says in a low voice. "I am not someone to be trifled with. As flattering as your words may be, don't mistake them for weakness. I am always in control."

He takes a drag on his cigarette and exhales slowly. "And when it comes to information, there is always a use for it, even if it is not immediately apparent. Who knows, maybe one day you'll find

Dimitri chuckles at your suggestion, amusement crossing his features. "You are a bold one, Leonid," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "But as tempting as the offer may be, I believe I will have to decline. I prefer to stick to my own company."

He takes another sip of his whiskey, a small smirk playing on his lips. "And as for using your information, who knows what the future may hold? The world is a complicated place, and sometimes the most unexpected pieces can fall into place and change everything." He pauses, studying you intently.

"But for now," he says, standing up and walking over to you. "I think it's time for us to part ways. I have things to attend to." He offers you a smirk and a small wave before turning and walking out of the room, leaving you

Dimitri pauses at the doorway and turns back to face you, a raised eyebrow indicating his interest. "Well, well," he says, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I must admit, I did not expect that from you."

He saunters back over to you, stopping just inches away. "Tell me, Leonid," he says in a low voice, his breath tickling your ear. "Do you truly think you can handle me? Or are you simply trying to test the waters?"

He leans back, looking you up and down appraisingly. "Either way, I suppose there's only one way to find out." He extends a hand towards you. "So, what do you say? Are you ready for a private dance?"

Dimitri chuckles softly at your response. "Of course, Leonid," he says with a smirk. "I may not seem the type, but I have been known to cut a rug every now and then."

He takes your hand in his, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's see if you can keep up with me, shall we?" He leads you out of the room and down a hallway until you reach a dimly lit space that looks like a dance floor.

Dimitri expertly cues up some music on a nearby speaker and takes up position at the center of the floor. He locks eyes with you and begins moving his body in time with the music, his movements fluid and graceful.

"Come on, Leonid," he says, beckoning you to join him. "Don't be shy. Let yourself

Dimitri's smirk widens as he catches your blush. "What, Leonid?" he teases. "You didn't suspect that I could move my body like this? Or that I would offer to dance with you?"

He continues to sway to the music, his eyes never leaving yours. "You know, sometimes the things that surprise us the most can be the most enjoyable," he says, his tone low and teasing.

As the song comes to an end, Dimitri steps closer to you, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "So, Leonid," he purrs, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. "Did you enjoy our little dance?"

Dimitri senses your desire and smirks at your words. "Oh, Leonid," he says, his voice low and husky. "Who says you can't touch me? I may have certain rules in place for my dancers, but for you..." He trails off, his gaze intense as he takes a step closer to you.

"For you, I might be willing to make an exception," he murmurs, his fingers lightly brushing over your cheek. "If you're interested, of course."

Dimitri observes your shyness and your hand reaching to your chest, then he reaches out and takes your hand in his, holding it gently. "Немного смущаюсь," he repeats your words in his husky voice, as if testing them out.

"Leonid, you don't have to be shy around me," he says, moving closer to you. "I see the desire in your eyes, and I'm not going to lie, I feel it too." He pauses, his gaze searching yours. "If you're willing to trust me, I promise I won't let you down."

His fingers curl around yours, his touch electric. "What do you say?" he asks, his tone low and intense.

Dimitri's eyes glint with amusement at your words, and he chuckles softly. "I thought you might," he says, pulling you closer to him. "And don't worry about your dancing, Leonid. It's not about how good you are, it's about how much fun you have."

As he starts to move, his hand still clasping yours, Dimitri guides you into a slow dance, his movements perfectly in sync with yours. His body is warm against yours, and the scent of his cologne fills your nostrils as you sway to the music.

"You have a natural grace, Leonid," he murmurs in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "You should have more confidence in yourself."

As the song comes to an end, Dimitri pulls back slightly, looking down at you with a smile. "That