More from the men of the Volkov Bratva. Most of the TW dont apply to this first chapter. There isn't tons of action, it's to give background. I promise it will really ramp up in the next chapter

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Brett and Bella had been together five years, married for two. They were happy and in love and enjoyed their lives. They had grown together and had what is called an adventurous sex life. They'd experimented with restraints and toys. One weekend Brett tied Bella up and kept her as his sex slave. She'd spent the entire time wet and needy. Outside of their private life they were indistinguishable from many others, a normal couple. Both in their mid-thirties and doing well careerwise, Bella was a therapist with a growing practice and Brett an actor currently getting a lot of attention for his lead role in an arthouse movie that had become a hit. They had many friends but usually socialised with those useful to his career. No kids meant a lot of free time to enjoy their marriage with weekends away and spur of the moment excursions. Everything seemed pretty close to perfect.

It was a cold evening in January when everything began to change. It was Bella's high school reunion and she seemed excited. She'd finally be able to flaunt her hot, famous (well, relatively) husband to those who'd taunted her, made life hell. The black-tie dress code meant they'd look their best. Bella wore a tight black dress, emphasising her lush curves and Brett's suit made him hotter than ever. Together they always attracted plenty of attention and envious looks. Brett checked himself in the mirror one final time before heading downstairs. Grabbing the keys and kissing his wife on the way out the door they headed for their designated parking space in a dark corner of the apartment complex. Bella couldn't wait till their new home was finished and parking no longer an issue.

Their arrival created a definite stir of interest, esp from the women. Bella hated the faux friendliness of it all as she remembered the taunts, the bullying... and Stephan. Especially Stephan. He'd fucked her so frequently, so brutally, her cunt was getting soaked all these years later just from hoping she'd see him again. Brett was surrounded by people, mostly women, who clung to his every word. Normally this would piss Bella off but tonight her thoughts were elsewhere.

Bella tried to keep her nerves under control. She took a drink from a waiter then a second and third in quick succession despite the fact she'd sworn off booze five years ago. Then she saw him!! His dark good looks now had an edge of cruelty, of danger that had been lacking before, making him even more alluring. Then again he was also now rumoured to be vor v zakon in the Volkov bratva. Cunt juices ran down her inner thighs.

Suddenly a large hand was on her ass and she knew it was Stephan. Bella trembled as he squeezed hard, leaned closer and uttered two words from long ago "Fuck. Now" It was nothing short of a command and Bella's body reacted as if it had been yesterday. Her whole demeanour changed, softening in submission. Turning, she concentrated on not stumbling as his hand on her back propelled her forward. The venue included a hotel and obviously Stephan had a room. The second he closed the door behind them Bella dropped into Nadu position and lowered her eyes, though she still saw his smirk. He snapped his fingers and pointed and like the obedient slave she was crawled where he indicated. Another snap, another gesture and she stood, stripped and bent over, hands clasping her ankles, holes exposed. Stephan spat on something and a cold metal plug was forced into her ass. Untouched there since school she accepted the pain without flinching which earned her a sharp slap, driving the steel deeper and a whispered "Good slut." Her cunt spasmed at those familiar words and in anticipation of what he'd do next. She heard the rustle of clothing but the snap of his belt and the burn on her ass seemed simultaneous. She whimpered and staggered from the impact but didn't break position as she started to count. "One thank you Sir" soon became a blubbery "Ten thank you Sir" but it wasn't till the twentieth landed straight between her legs that she finally screamed. He dragged her to the sofa by her hair and positioned her over it so she didn't collapse while he continued. He did notice her red, bruised and swollen cunt lips were soaked and her hole was clenching on nothing. She easily took his three fingers, then four as she thrust back against him. Obviously she'd missed his cock as much as he had her fuck holes. He hadn't spent years training her only to start over with some new cunt. His cock owned her, controlled her. She'd remember this by the end of the night Her punishment continued as a symmetrical pattern of red and purple welts blanketed her ass, then most of her body. When he went straight from school to jail his last order was to wait. Not to allow another cock in his property, let alone get married.