Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free

holiday – it was sister time – men
were strictly off limits for the duration. Not an easy task for a
woman with Vicky’s demanding libido, which normally was pacified on
a regular basis with bouts of raunchy sex. But she had forced the
issue, refusing all advances and settling for masturbation. She
elected to wait until she was home for a much needed stud to
satisfy her very healthy desires. If she had been on her own, then
she would have undoubtedly invited Sergio to her bed, if only as a
substitute for the Mordavian man she really wanted in there. But
not with Natalie around: sweet Natalie – much loved and virginal
sister.
    So Vicky was quite pleased when Sergio had come to say his
farewells and pressed a small package into her hands. “A gift, so
you will remember me,” he had said, “a small token of my esteem for
you and your lovely sister. It is a surprise for you both, so open
it together when you are home in Scotland. The impact will be lost
if you open it before.”
    ‘ What a nice gesture,’ Vicky had thought at the time; then she
dismissed it from her mind where a spectre now haunted. The spectre
of power that she had sniffed, but not yet tasted. Although as luck
would have it – a banquet awaited!
    Excited about the prospect of returning home, the sisters
arrived at the airport in the best of spirits, chatting and
giggling without a care in the world. In defiance of the climate
that awaited them in Glasgow, they had elected to travel in light
summer dresses which showed off their tans and impossibly long legs
that both had received as a genetic gift from their mother – a
former model who measured six foot tall - both daughters were a
couple of inches shorter. Conscious of the hungry eyes that
watched, they checked in for the flight then went for a coffee
before making their way to the departures gate. They were still
chatting and giggling as they went to security and passed through
the scanners without any worrying bleep. They even laughed when the
big Alsatian dog came sniffing, joking that it must smell the bacon
and eggs they’d had for breakfast. But they stopped laughing when
the dog gave out a threatening growl and a young officer nearby
pulled out a gun and pointed it in Vicky’s direction.
    Fuck!
    In an instant two lives were irrevocably changed. Now there
was nobody laughing - just plenty of people getting out of the way,
staring at the Scotswomen with pity in their eyes, where before
there was jealousy or lust. Vicky stared as well: at the gun and
the officer, oblivious to the straining dog nearby being held on a
leash by another policeman. Fear smacked her hard in the face –
fear that mingled with the most unnatural yearning – something that
made no sense at all given the peril she was in. Yet it was
snarling like the dog... or was it a bitch! She hadn’t looked to
see what the Alsatian had between its legs – Vicky’s eyes were
fixed on the man with the gun!
    It’s a funny old phrase is ‘drop dead gorgeous’ but that’s
what he was as far as Vicky was concerned: totally mesmerising; a
big hunky stud of the highest quality; broad and really manly
despite his youth; and so ludicrously handsome it beggared belief,
movie star looks with the sort of dark swarthy features she found
so attractive. The smart uniform he wore added to the allure,
although the gun he was brandishing would be better in its holster.
But beyond the obvious physical worth, there was something about
him that was oddly familiar and gave him an added dimension of
attraction – the build, the authority, the facial features with
those coal black eyes, and the raw sexual energy he exuded, all
reminder Vicky of the man in the dining room - that spectre of
power that had captivated her so much.
    “Please, come this way!” snapped the young officer.
    “What’s going on?” Vicky asked, casting her inappropriate
desires aside as she sharpened her wits to the danger presented.
“Why are you pointing that gun at