I hesitated a moment.
“Now!” he barked. He slapped my face—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get my attention.
Ilya gasped, and Bron rounded on him, cuffing him much harder than he’d smacked me.
“You don’t make that noise. Ever. Understand me?”
“Don’t hit her!” Ilya snapped, surprising the hell out of me, and Bron, too, apparently.
“She needs to learn to obey immediately and without hesitation when she’s given a command.”
“Then I’ll teach her. You only teach me.” He glared at Bron, standing up straight and squaring his broad shoulders.
“You don’t tell me what to do, you little shit.”
“You don’t hit her like that.” His hands curled into fists. “Hitting women is cowardly.”
“Too many years raised by a woman and a nursemaid,” Bron grumbled. “Not enough time with men. No wonder you’re soft.”
“She was going to obey. There was no need.”
“She was too slow. If she behaves like this in front of your family, and she doesn’t comply with orders immediately…”
“There’s time to learn that.”
Bring me in front of his family? What the fuck were they talking about?
Bron grunted. “Not long enough. I told her to kneel, and she’s just standing there watching us talk.”
“She probably didn’t want to get stepped on by big boots.”
I went to Ilya and knelt in front of him, tired of listening to them argue.
“She doesn’t even know how to kneel properly!”
“We didn’t choose her because she knew what to do, Bron. My family will never see her kneel, anyway.”
Bron raised a fist at Ilya, as though he planned to punch him, but Ilya only jutted his chin in defiance.
“The woman is here for less than a week and you’re already disagreeing with me.”
”Isn’t that the point of having her here?”
They stared at each other, saying silent things, their large chests heaving with emotion. I was an interloper, between two men who’d been together for almost a dozen years. No matter how toxic their relationship seemed to be, it was strong.
“Take her by the hair and fuck her face.”
Ilya swallowed. “I won’t.”
“What will you do when you visit your family? Ask her things nicely? Neither of you will act right if you don’t learn how to act with each other in private. Pretending won’t fool anyone.”
“You’re bringing me to visit your family?”
Ilya sighed. “Yes.”
“But why?”
“You’re proof I’m a man. That I can attract and keep a woman of your quality.”
“Bossing women around doesn’t make you a man.”
Bron let out a breath like a malfunctioning steam engine. “Your Western ethics don’t mean anything to these people, woman. You’re our best hope for Ilya to be accepted by his family, and for him not to lose access to the allowance he and his siblings get.”
“If he can’t prove he can boss a woman around, his family will turn him out and he won’t have a dime?”
“You are only part of it, but basically yes. The rest is how he interacts with the others. He needs to show some spine.”
It felt strange looking way up at him like this while I was on my knees, but I doubted he’d be pleased if I got up again without asking.
“What am I supposed to do there? Play the part of the devoted submissive?”
“Play the part of the devoted girlfriend,” Ilya corrected.
“Now shut up and suck his cock.”
Glancing up at Ilya, I saw his look of disquiet.
”Is that what you want, Ilya?” I asked.
Bron grabbed Ilya and moved him closer to me, then unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, as though he had every right to manhandle Ilya and his clothing. Ilya sucked in a breath and glanced at Bron. His throat bobbed.
“Let her see you,” he commanded gruffly.
Ilya shoved down his underwear. His dick was even bigger than it had felt when I was straddling him, and he was only half hard. I wasn’t a girl to get poetic about cocks, but wow…and also, yikes. My jaw was sore just contemplating him.
“Now tell her what you want.”
“I want to go watch a movie,” Ilya said through gritted teeth.
Bron got behind him and wrapped his arms around him, keeping him from retreating from me. He grabbed Ilya’s cock and stroked it mere inches from my mouth.
Ilya’s eyes were wide, apparently surprised Bron was touching him.
“Don’t you want to feel a mouth on your cock?”
“No, I—” he objected, but groaned as Bron jerked cruelly at his dick. “Please, Bron.”