“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked, his voice thick.
I nodded and winced at the bite of pain in my scalp as he tightened his grip on my hair. “Yes, sir.”
“What did you learn?”
I licked my lips, tasting him and his seed. “To never lie to you.”
His nostrils flared. “Such a good little whore.”
My cheeks flamed hot with a blush, and I whimpered.
Yes. Yes, I was a good little whore.Hisgood little whore.
The corner of his lip twitched, amusement lighting up his warm-honey eyes. “Just remember what I’ll do to you if you ever lie to me again. I won’t care if it’s in front of others. They’ll watch you choke on my cock. Now get up.”
My clit pulsed, and a gush of arousal dampened my panties. Just the thought of others watching us turned me on. He must’ve noticed because his pupils expanded further, eating up the rest of his amber iris. He released my hair with a jerk, and I stood on shaky legs and wiped away the drool and cum with the back of my hand. Footsteps ascended the stairs, and I swiped my fingers under my eyes to clean up any smeared mascara. Mr. Volkov tucked himself away and fixed his pants.
Beth appeared and grinned at both of us, unaware of what we’d just done. “If you’re ready, we can begin the paperwork and payment.”
“Of course,” Mr. Volkov said. He shot me a warning look before walking away. I followed close behind him and ducked my head.
Days passed, and I could only think about the times Mr. Volkov touched me. Especially when I gave him a blow job. I’d never been manhandled until him. There were nights I had to touch myself, fantasizing about him and what he would do to me if we had gone all the way.
What would having sex with Mr. Volkov be like? Would he be gentle? I assumed he wouldn’t be. What we did made every other sexual encounter pale in comparison. No man could compare to Mr. Volkov now.
Being around him at work was hard because I’d think about what his fingers could do to me. I’d even imagined him bending me over his desk and fucking me from behind.
Tyler would be appalled, knowing that I thought about my boss that way. I’d tried contacting him several more times, but I still hadn’t heard from him. I was getting worried, and a few times, I searched through the law firm for him but didn’t see him.
Was he okay? Did he quit his job and ghost me while he was at it?
I missed him. He was my friend when no one else wanted to be around me.
Shifting from one foot to the other, I stood outside Mr. Volkov’s bedroom, undecided if I should enter. I wanted to ask if I could borrow his car. Since Christmas was in four weeks, I intended to get presents for him, my family, and even Tyler if I ever saw him again. One way or another, I’d find my friend and make sure he was all right. I planned on getting him something special. He talked about getting a romance book for his girlfriend, and I thought about gifting him some books. Especially the one he read to me while I was in the shower, coming down from my schizophrenic episode.
Did I scare him away?
I rapped my knuckles against Mr. Volkov’s door, keeping it soft and hoping he’d hear me. When he didn’t call for me, I backed away and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
Was he okay?
My eyes widened, and my heart skipped a beat.
An image played in my mind of Mr. Volkov slipping and falling, possibly hitting his head and bleeding to death from a head wound as he lay unconscious. Then another popped into my head of him choking on something, and he was dying, unable to make a sound.
I flung the door open and entered the bedroom, looking around the large space for him. When I didn’t spot him, I rushed to the en suite bathroom. I heard the water running and assumed he was in the shower.
“I’m coming, sir!” I pushed the door open, stepping into the steamy room.
The water turned off, and the walk-in shower door opened. Out came a very naked—and scowling—Mr. Volkov. His soaked white hair clung to his broad chest and the sides of his face and neck. I stopped breathing as I eyed his body like he was the centerfold of a nude magazine catering to women. Droplets of water trickled down his chest and ran through the dips in his toned stomach. My gaze traveled down his body until it landed on his half-erect penis. The air from my lungs shuddered out of me as it jerked and rapidly hardened until it rose in the air. A dark thatch of trimmed pubic hair surrounded the base.
Heat pooled low in my belly, and my clit pulsed. I squeezed my thighs together to stop the ache that built until it became a driving need that only Mr. Volkov could ease. Something primal in me urged me to let this man have his way with me. To mark me, leave behind bruises, and wipe away every memory of another man touching me.
Since our last encounter, I’d wanted to lie and make a mistake. All on purpose, just so he would punish me.
“Can I help you?” Mr. Volkov murmured, his voice soft but sharp enough to intimidate.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist to cover his lower half. My cheeks warmed from the knowing look on my boss’s face.
