The Defiant One Ch. 01

This is your last night as Dominika. The simple idea of it caused the brunette's perfectly painted lips to break out into a contained smile. After this she can be buried in deepest depths of hell.

"And for a delicious finale on this special night," The announcer's voice boomed deafeningly and she could feel her heart thundering against her ribcage, "Mr. Stone's very own, Dominika!"

The screams were thunderous, and as the curtains dropped to the ground, only intensified at the mere sight of her.

As she stalked onto the center of the stage dressed in all red, several men swore that she resembled the pure image of the devils personal slut. And perhaps she was, after all- Alexander Stone was about as close as any human being can be to the devil.

Her red corset clung tightly to her body, showing off each delicious curve it had to offer. Black fishnet tights and thigh high leather boots ran up her long, sculpted legs. In the middle of the stage, she could only see the white lights that were blinding her. However, she knew that hundreds of sick, wealthy, and power- hungry men were watching her every step wishing desperately to have a piece of what belonged to their boss, Alexander Stone.

She could sense him there too, sitting at the top balcony with a glass of scotch in his hands as his eyes burned into her body. Part of him was desperately in love with her, that she was certain of. A part of him that wasn't as monstrous as the rest held so much love for his sweet , little Dominika. After spending four years with the man in this relationship, she knew more about him then he could ever imagine. She knew things that he didn't even dare tell some of his most loyal followers.

It didn't take her long to see through him. After all, she was trained by the very best and her capabilities rendered her far beyond the typical instincts of a normal citizen.

Of course no one knew that, no one knew her.

They only knew of the painted image she portrayed to them- as Dominika Annikov the lovely girl from Russia who was taken under the wing of a very powerful man.

And that girl was as good as dead after tonight.

The brunette pulled the clip that held her curls in place at the base of her neck and shook them out, sending deep, chocolate brown hair to drape over her shoulders and cascade down her back. The men hollered with glee as she sank gingerly to her knees and began to crawl across the stage. Each rotation of her hips slow, exaggerated, as she made her way over to the platform with the small x in the center of it. She couldn't help the smirk that played on her lips as she moved forward.

Every pair of eyes in the entire building were then focused on her and every purposely slow twist of her body. Her firm, round ass mesmerizing as she found her way onto the platform and used the beam to lift her body from the floor.

she reminded herself as she swung her body in that direction and kept her designated spot in her peripheral vision.

The light was still red, not a good sign but not the worst either.

Something hit her right foot and she glanced down and saw that it was a large dildo with a suction cup at the bottom.

Fuck, fuck, fuck She cursed to herself as she glanced up to where Stone was sitting. There was a flick of a lighter that signaled back at her and she knew it was his way of telling her exactly what he wanted.

Continuing to grind her body against the pole while also keeping up with the tempo of the song, she began to work her corset off, using her teeth to pull the string.

Men hollered and swore at her as it hit the ground.

Keep moving that sweet little ass, girl!

Fuck on that fake cock, you slave!

Her heart started beating faster against her chest and she swore under her breath when she noticed the light was still red.

Soon, she had removed all of her clothing and was standing in front of hundreds of men in only her boots and tights.

The light still hadn't changed.

She was trained on how to keep her composure in negative situations. Hell, she was even trained on how to keep her composure when there is a knife jammed deep into her thigh. However, keeping herself together was not boding well with her at this moment. She wanted more than anything for this hell to finally be over. After four long years of putting up with it, she needed to be removed and taken away from the situation completely.

She needed to stall the crowd to keep them still and to keep their attention.

Her eyes flickered to the toy that had been thrown at her feet.

Stall, you can do that. Just stall a little longer, then you're out of here.

Using only her upper body strength, she slowly slid her body down onto the floor and grabbed the toy. She heard hoots of approval as she suctioned it to the ground and licked her red lips.

She licked the device, twirling her tongue around the tip.

A small flicker of light in her peripheral vision caught her attention.

Green.

Her beautiful, young face broke out into a smile as she lowered her mouth lower onto the toy, allowing her throat to expand with the invasion. Her lips touched the floor and she could feel the excitement in the air buzzing through her and within her.

Slowly lifting up her head she crawled over the toy, just so the wet tip grazed her most sensitive parts, and the crowd exploded into more demeaning chants and screams.

Blue.

Within a split second the girl jumped to her feet, grabbed a small knife from her leather boot and hurled it at the pulsing blue light with astounding accuracy, sending a violent alarm to sound.

The room erupted into screams that were completely different from the ones that had just been surrounding her. Lust turned to confusion.

Most men in the crowd believed it was part of the act, all except Mr. Stone who felt something inside of him unravel.

As the doors to the building opened, he did not pay attention to the army of men all in black who infiltrated his prized club. His icy blue eyes did not unlock from the girl- his girl- who transformed before his very eyes. The club was no longer dark with spotlights focused on her; instead, the whole building was filled blue light and chaotic screams.

All of his most loyal men and consumers were at his club tonight. They all came because it was meant to be one of the most special nights that Alexander Stone had ever experienced in his career. And his lovely girl was meant to be the final opening act before the real business took place. A real treat for his people for he was not a man who ever shared anything that belonged to him.

He watched unblinking as she wrapped a black robe around her body, covering it from him. He owned it. He owned her. However, the girl he had spent the last four years of his life with transformed before his very eyes. Her usual sexy expressions were replaced by one of strict business as she watched the men in black grab at Stone's men, hauling them out of the club.

There was a sort of relief and satisfaction that rushed over her features as her gaze drifted up towards him. As their eyes locked, she did not bat an eyelash. It was as if she was staring at a man whom she did not know, a stranger. Not a man who owned her very body and every thought.

Maintaining eye contact, she kicked the toy at her feet with disgust and watched with a small smile as three of the men in black grabbed onto Alexander Stone.

His eyes tore away from hers for a brief moment to defend himself from the assault, however he knew the second a needle pricked his neck that he was- for the first time in his life- helpless.

Stone was able to keep his vision clear long enough to see her turn away from him. On the back of the robe a small blue symbol that he had only seen once before. A symbol that his older brother had explained to him was their only enemy. The only people who could ever get in the way of the project they had dedicated their life working on.

Defiant Divisions.