The Chronicles Of Power

Ivan eased his door open and slipped into the corridor on tiptoe. He knew the caution was probably unnecessary—the house was silent, and everyone should have been asleep—but he had come far too close to the end to risk anything now. Stephen was gone. He had resigned a week earlier, sending Ma’am into a fury and removing the one person Ivan had never been entirely sure he could fool. The timing could not have been better.

He reached his target quickly and gave the door the lightest possible knock. It opened at once. Tamara stood on the other side, naked, dark-skinned, and powerfully built. Ivan slipped past her. “Do you have the papers?” Both of them flinched at the sound of his voice. Speaking was a flagrant breach of the rules, enough on its own to have him thrown out of the house. Not that it mattered much anymore. By now, the two of them had broken far more serious rules than that.

Tamara had looked stunned the previous day when Ivan crept up beside her and whispered his proposal into her ear. What he asked was neither simple nor safe, but he needed one final piece before the plan was complete. During an unguarded moment, Tamara was to log in to Sir’s computer using a password Ivan had found on a slip of paper in the pocket of Sir’s trousers in the laundry room. Once inside, she would locate a specific file, print it, and erase every sign that she had been there. Ivan had privately placed the odds of her agreeing at thirty–seventy. Tamara had stood in silence for a moment, touched his cock, and then said, “Okay.” Ivan suspected that her recent wrestling match with the Russians had strengthened an already formidable sense of confidence.

The Russians. During the match, they had talked about the hold they had over Sir and how they had persuaded him to help them smuggle drugs. Ivan had already suspected something along those lines, piecing the idea together from conversations overheard through half-open doors and scraps recovered from pockets and wastebaskets. Now he had proof. The file from Sir’s computer would be the final blow. Acquiring it came at a price, but it was one Ivan was more than willing to pay.

Tamara held up a stack of papers with a triumphant smile. Ivan barely had time to glance at them before she pulled him against her. She was terrifyingly strong; in her arms, he felt like a rag doll. They kissed hungrily, her hard body pressed against his, muscle and softness moving together. Her nipples were rigid against his skin. Her mouth traveled from his lips to his ear and down his neck while her hands squeezed his buttocks and swept across his back, her nails leaving hot red lines behind them. She dropped to her knees and greedily drew his cock between her lips. She sucked and licked it the way a starving person might attack a lollipop. It felt incredible.

Tamara rose again, her eyes wild, and pushed him down onto the bed. He landed on his back as she folded his legs toward his chest. His cock stood straight up, and she straddled him in the Amazon position. She fucked him hard and fast, her pussy gripping his cock like a vise. He almost began to worry that he would end up with friction burns. They came at the same time, and Tamara quickly moved her pussy from his cock to his face. He licked her to another orgasm, and with his own semen running across his face, he thought, Step one complete.

At eight o’clock the following evening, Ivan climbed the stairs toward Sir and Ma’am’s bedroom. He had never been inside, though he had heard the others describe it often enough. If he had understood the arrangements correctly, Ma’am would be out for the evening and Sir would be alone. Everything had fallen neatly into place. When Ivan reached the door, he reviewed the plan one last time. It could work. Count Ivan Kolotoff was about to pull off the greatest heist of all time. He knocked.

Sir opened the door and stared at him in obvious surprise. His expression became even more astonished when Ivan squeezed past him and entered the bedroom without permission. Ivan’s eyes swept quickly around the room. Jewelry. Gold. Diamonds. Excellent.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Sir demanded. Ivan answered with a smile. “Get out of our bedroom this instant! Ma’am is in the shower, and if you’re still here when she comes out, you’ll be in very serious trouble.”

That was a problem. Ivan would have to move quickly. He pulled Sir close and hissed into his ear, “I know everything. The Russians. The drugs.” Sir went rigid. Ivan kept his voice low as he laid out everything he had heard, found, and worked out for himself. When he revealed that he knew about the file on the computer, the strength seemed to drain from Sir’s body. His shoulders sagged.

“I have copies of everything. An associate outside the house will release them if anything happens to me.” It was a lie, but Sir had proved rather slow-witted, despite all his money and supposed business instincts, and he swallowed it whole. “Imagine what happens if this becomes public. What do you think Ma’am will do when she learns about your drug business? She’ll leave you and take every penny you’ve made. And then there’s the police. Once they start looking, they’ll find evidence everywhere. You’ll go to prison for twenty years.”

Sir was trembling now. Ivan had brought him exactly where he wanted him. “If you don’t want that to happen, you’ll do precisely what I tell you.” Sir nodded. “After I finish my twelve months here, I’ll return one night. The alarms will be disabled, the house will be empty, and the security company will stay away. Then I’m going to steal everything you own.”

For several seconds, Sir seemed to stop breathing. Then his mind began to work. It wasn’t the end of the world. The property was insured. He could continue doing business, and the money would keep coming in. Compared with prison, divorce, and ruin, a burglary was almost reasonable. “Okay,” he said.

Ivan patted him on the shoulder. “Good decision, old man. Now for my second request.” The shower had stopped. Ma’am would enter the room at any moment. “Take off your clothes and get on all fours on the bed. Bitch.” Ivan delivered the final word in a deliberately exaggerated Russian accent. Sir stripped off his robe and stumbled onto the mattress. There he stood with his ass in the air. Ivan climbed onto the bed behind him, spread Sir’s buttocks, and let a gob of spit fall between them. Then he pushed his half-hard cock inside. Sir whimpered in pain, but Ivan continued, moving in and out as he felt himself grow harder.

In the middle of it all, Ma’am stepped out of the adjoining room, naked except for a towel wrapped around her hair. She jumped at the sight before her: her husband on all fours, being taken from behind by their beautiful young slave. Then she recovered. “Well, boys, what a surprise,” she said as she approached the bed. “May I join in, or is this boys only?” Ivan pinched Sir sharply on the thigh. “N-naturally, my darling. We’re doing this for you.” Sir’s words were thick with pain and humiliation.

“Let’s try something new,” Ma’am said as she climbed onto the bed with them. She knelt with her back to Sir and pressed her buttocks toward his face. “Lick me. Lick my ass.” While Sir was being taken hard from behind, he licked and sucked his wife’s asshole as she held a vibrator against her clitoris. It was a long evening for Sir.

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