“I forgot she is here,” Andrian remarks. “Let me see thissuka.We can take picture of her in tears to send to fucking Callaghan.”
He starts to follow Andrian to the basement, but I stop him. “You can see her after we talk.”
“Why?”
“She doesn’t know she’s been kidnapped.”
“Ah, yes, she thinks this is sex fantasy,” Andrian recalls with a rare smile. Back in Russia, I never saw Andrian smile. Granted, he didn’t have a lot to smile about in his youth, but he also doesn’t believe in smiling. He believes the tendency for Americans to smile a lot reflects their naive and counterfeit natures.
He looks me over. “You fuck her a lot?”
“What does that matter?”
He rubs his chin. “Maybe I fuck her, too.”
I had a feeling Andrian would want to.
“She’s probably asleep right now,” I say.
“Good. Less resistance.”
An unease swirls in my groin as Andrian heads toward the stairs to the basement, but I shouldn’t care who fucks Casey. I mean Idon’tcare. To prove that to myself, I decide I’ll let Andrian fuck her.
“I’ll take the water to her,” I say to Andy so he can stay behind with Lev.
Before we reach the stairs, I grab Andrian. “Just go with the fantasy. I haven’t told her who we really are yet.”
“Why not tell her now?”
“Because she doesn’t need to know.”
Andrian looks perplexed.
“It’s a lot more fun this way,” I try. “As soon as we tell her, she’s going to dissolve into a crying, frightened woman. I don’t want to fuck that.”
“You should try. Is fun, too. Sometimes the more they cry, the better.”
“Not for me.”
Andrian shakes his head. “Be careful that America is not making you apizda.”
Down in the basement, Casey has fallen asleep on her side. Andrian smirks as he surveys her naked form.
“Amerikanskayashlyukha!” he says, kicking the bed. “Is time Kai shared his little toy.”
Looking a little groggy as she sits up, Casey looks from Andrian to me. I hand her the water and say, “You’re going to be a good little sub for my friend, the way you’ve been with me. Got it?”
She assesses Andrian and doesn’t look as eager as I would have expected, given her earlier interest in a gangbang.
I grab her chin. “Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replies. “I’d do anything to please you, Sir.”
“Vot eto da,” Andrian comments. “She is good slut.”
He gropes one of her breasts. “Not bad for American. But Russian women prettier. Russian women most beautiful in all the world.”
In my younger days, I might have agreed, but now that I’ve traveled the world, I’ve seen there are plenty of beautiful women everywhere.