I pulled out a gun...
His eyes widened, but he just stretched his neck, I trapped him on the edge of his office table.
The tip of the gun pressed against his lips... He let out a weak whimper, I can feel his knees trembling. I didn't fazed.
"You did this to yourself." I told him.
He nodded... Eye's glistening. "I'll do anything you want to forgive me..."
I clenched my jaw.
"Kneel down."
He did. Not hesitation.
I felt heat curled in my stomach.
I fucking live for that...
I rubbed the gun on his lips. It's visible that he's panting now.
"Lick the tip of this gun... Suck it."
He did... His cheeks hollowing, his eyes never left mine. His eyes were glossy now, and I could hear every noise...
A big man, with the underground at palm. With a reputation of an hier to a very known Russian Mafia empire.
And he's about to die... Or not. By me. By sucking a gun.
"This one have one bullet..."
I triggered it... The noise of shift echoed through his office.
He froze.
No bullet.
I smiled...
My other hand slid to grip his hair... Urging him to continue... He was still too shock, yet, he continued.
"If you survived after three triggers without dying... Congratulations. You'll have me again. But. I'll have to feed that woman your mother forced to arrange you, into one of my dogs. And..."
I gripped his hair tighter, he moaned louder...
"You'll have to accept it. Okay?"
He nodded... Making that suction noise as he suck the tip of the gun deeper.
Heat pooled between my legs...
Fuck...
I pulled the second trigger... This time he didn't flinched.
No bullet...
I looked at his eyes as it stared at me.
"Aren't you... The strongest man alive?"
He let his tongue out, then licks the whole length of the gun...
Holyshit...
He opened his mouth...
I pulled the last trigger... No bullet.
"Lay down." I ordered.
