My New Boy Toy
My fingers curled around the trigger, eyes locked on the target. Darien is all bruised. But too bad. I’ve already used him, rode him in secret. Or maybe some of it was public.
“You know, I hate liars?”
“Cordelia Bellavida... The Black Rose,” he said, scoffing. “How fitting.”
I didn’t know whether it was a compliment or an insult but the grip loosened a tad. I have to keep my head on straight. Darien Kozlov.
Tightening the grip on the trigger I stare down at him. He’s on his knees, hands chained, bleeding—red oozing down each cut, staining the cold warehouse flooring.
“You’re dirtying my floors with your blood,” I say, keeping my gun pointed at him. “Maybe I should do you a favor and end you right here.”
“A favor?” He scoffs again. Oh, he thinks he can trick me now. Only in his dreams. My gun was itching for a bullet to lodge in his throat.
“Isn’t that the least I could do, spy?”
I wanted to pull that trigger. Hear that sound as it hits another target but something told me he’s not done being used. My silk black gown with a slit down the side, fluttered slightly as another set of footsteps graced us with their presence.
“Madam, Bellavida,” he said, voice low—rough, like had seen centuries of crime. “The shipments being held back by the cops. What should we do?”
I don’t pull the trigger and say, “Same as we’ve always done. Mislead them. Refill with something else. Get the goods somewhere safe.”
If there is some use for Darien then I’ll have to think of something. “Unless you want a bullet in your head, get moving.”
Command. Cold. Deadly. I’m sure it will get through to him. He left us, and his footsteps faded.
“Well, I hope you won’t disappoint. I may have use for you yet. Remember all those nights we spent together?” I say, my gun still aimed at Darien.
Well those nights he was asleep and he had no idea that I used him for my sexual pleasures. Gotta admit, it was highly entertaining and draining.
“I remember,” he replied. Tilting my head, I slowly lowered the gun, eyes locked onto his.
“Well you are very lucky but... don’t think this is over, spy.”
Without taking my eyes off of him I hand my precious gun—encased in gold over to one of the goons. He can keep it for me for now, but I’ll store it with me after. It’s mine after all.
I didn’t take my eyes off of Darien for one moment. Slowly I walk over to him and gesture for them to unchain him cause I’ve got something planned.
They obey like they’re told and unchain his wrists one by one before stepping back. My eyes roam his body from top to bottom.
I own him and his entire body. Soul included. “You’ve become my new boy toy. I don’t have many but... you will do for now,” I say, voice flat walking up close to him.
Looping my arms around his, I drag him with me. He limps slightly as we walk to the limousine. As we get into the car, “I hope you can drive us safely. I want to see the surprise cop I get smother with a bullet next.”
Anger me and you won’t see the light. I stroke his hair first—the rough texture of it sending sparks all over me. He didn’t move or say a word.
“What’s wrong, you’re stiff,” I say, poking him. My gaze turned soft for a minute—like I cared about this Russian spy.
I inserted my hand into his shirt which had been torn open by one of my goons. Resting my hand there, I didn’t remove my eyes from his face. It’s cute to see my toy be like this.
“Say something, Darien,” I murmured against his left ear–a vibration slithering down his body. “I wanna hear that voice again. It’s making me horny just thinking about it.”
Give in, Darien. Say something in that sexy accent of yours. Pushing and pulling felt good to me. And it’s the only thing I knew how to do.
“...You’re sick,” he finally says, turning head away. I smile knowing he talked again.
“Good job. You didn’t lose your voice.”
The limousine had halted and I was focused on Darien. I moved my hand further down his chest and rested right above where his dick was, just mere inches away. I hope his dick is long and can satisfy me even more or else.
He shifted his weight slightly but he wasn’t looking at me. I leaned in close just enough that my breath kissed his neck. “Now keep still, my dear Darien.”
He’s dumb enough to close his eyes. When I pull away, he has eyes closed still.
“What, you think I’m going to reward you with the whole thing?” I asked.
His eyes snapped open and looked at me. A sharp knock on the glass reverberated through the car making us look for the source. It was his side so gestured for him to roll down the glass.
“Black Rose?” A deathly quiet voice said. “Cordelia Bellavida?”
“Who is asking?” I say back, keeping my eyes on them and my arms locked around Darien—not letting him get out of my grip.
“I wouldn’t look for you if not for something urgent,” he answers.
I tilt my head and scan him. Older. Maybe his 40s but still well built. That body. “So Mr Hot daddy doesn’t have a name.”
He cleared his throat loudly. His suit is clinging to his body. “Who is this?”
“My new favorite Obsession, Mr Kozlov,” I reply, eyes on Mr Hot Daddy.
After some back and forth, we get out of the car with Darien in tow. I glance at him to make sure he hasn't loosened out of my grip.
The chilly night air, cool against my skin, feels refreshing almost. As we follow him I catch a glimpse of cop cars loitering around.
“Cops,” I utter, tilting my head the other way. “Always so nosy... why keep poking around when you can find nothing?”
The fact of the matter is they won’t be there for long. I had do deal with this while a gala was taking place. How cumbersome.
I loop my arm around Darien’s again, and rough his hair up a bit. Like we’ve had rough sex back in the limo. This should do.
I drag him along with me to those pesky navy-blue idiots and stop near one particular officer. North Indian officer who got transferred overseas to this very department.
Anushika Varma. “Officer Varma, I didn’t know you were on duty today,” I say, trying to sound as tired as possible.
“Cordelia Bellavida.... Is this your usual schedule?” She asks, eyeing me up and down.
I know she thinks she owns everything here but that’s not up to her to decide.
“Officer Varma, how rude of me, I haven’t introduced my fiancé... Darien Kozlov from Moscow, Russia...” I say completely ignoring her recent question.
She doesn’t need to know since she might walk all over me and twist the narrative to how she wants it to be. I had overheard her and the chief of the Police department talking about me.
And the narrative she spun? It’s not something she can absolutely prove unless she fabricates it.
I was only going to her patrol car three months ago to just say ‘Hi’. Simple but she might have taken it the wrong way.
“I only wanted to see the new Officer who got transferred to our territory. Why did you not say ‘Hi’ back?”
“I don’t think you had the right to say it or be near me,” she answered, adjusting her pants. The only proof she had is that CCTV camera near one of the other warehouses.
I tug on his sleeve, pulling him in closer to me. “I guess I don’t have time to waste on such.... Frivolous matters... unless....,” I began but stopped, letting the words swirl around us.
I didn’t look at him just at Officer Varma. She had complained so much to the chief but I guess I buried his body somewhere no one will find.
“I’ll keep you alive for now, but the moment you twist my narrative... there won’t be an ounce of flesh left on you, got it, Officer Varma?”
I had kept my eyes down—tracing the concrete floor the entire time I said those words.
My eyes snapped back up to hers, holding them—locked.
It wasn’t a challenge but a warning, and I was hoping it got through her skull.
