“I can sleep on the couch. It’s no big deal,” I said as I faced him.
Mr. Volkov scowled at me. “Is my bed not good enough for you, Ms. Hayes?”
“Well, where will you sleep?” I fumbled with my fingers and averted my gaze.
He stared at me, his eyebrow twitching as he held back from raising it. Without another word, he turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
I looked at his mattress for a moment before crawling onto it, shimmying beneath the sheets, and curling up. I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. I still couldn’t believe I was in my boss’s bed.
After a few minutes, I sighed and rubbed my legs together, finding it soothing. The fan overhead turned in lazy circles, and a running box fan pointed right at me, too. I didn’t take Mr. Volkov as someone who would need fans, but I appreciated it because I couldn’t sleep without them. I settled more into the soft mattress, burrowing my nose into the pillow that smelled like him. It brought a little smile to my face and I drew in a deep breath, holding his scent in my lungs for a few seconds. After a while, I finally fell asleep.
Ihad a pleasant dream that starred Mr. Volkov. We were in a restaurant, having a meeting, and I accidentally spilled my water on him, which led to him fingering me. He teased me to the point that I almost came, then he stopped, leaving me on the edge of a powerful climax. I’d wanted him to return after he got up from the table and left.
When I began to wake, I tried to force myself to go back to sleep so I could finish the dream. My core still ached, and my clit throbbed with an intensity I wanted Mr. Volkov to ease. I wanted friction and to touch myself, but my body felt like lead. I undulated my hips with some effort, thinking it was happening only in the dream.
The image of Mr. Volkov’s face appeared in my mind, and I pictured myself pulling him back to the restaurant table and kissing him. He grabbed me roughly and turned me in his hold, shoving me against the table. I rolled my hips, and my bottom rubbed against something firm. I breathed harder as I gyrated against it while my greedy hands skimmed down his chest to the front of his pants while we continued kissing.
A small whimper escaped me as the pulsing in my clit increased. I didn’t want to wake up, because this dream felt so real. It was where I could give in to my carnal desires for my boss without any repercussions. There was no way I could act on them while awake.
In my dream, Mr. Volkov unbuckled his belt, the metal a faint clink in my head. I leaned away from the kiss and watched him pull out his monster cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
My core squeezed on nothing, and I so badly wanted to be filled by my boss. I acted without much thought and hooked my leg over the firm object behind me. I rocked against it and panted. Mr. Volkov turned me away from him so I was facing the table. Everyone in the restaurant was now watching us with curiosity and desire.
My clothes dissolved, saving me the trouble of taking them off. My breath caught in my throat as something hot and hard pressed against my backside. A hand slipped between my legs, and his fingers brushed against my aching bundle of nerves.
The fantasy seemed so real, and I wanted more.
“Fuck me,” I begged in the dream.
Mr. Volkov growled, his voice echoing in my head and vibrating against my back. He removed my shorts...? The material slipped from me and gathered around my ankles. His fingers grabbed them, and I slightly bounced from the jerky movement as he tossed them aside.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as he cupped my pussy and flicked my clit with a finger. I moved my leg higher on the body behind me, but in the dream, I leaned forward until my chest lay flat on the table. Mr. Volkov leaned over me and brushed his lips against my ear. “That’s right, I’m God. Worship me.”
I felt a hard yet velvety object nudge against my wet opening and gradually push its way inside me. A low groan escaped me as Mr. Volkov slowly worked his dick into me, like he knew I needed extra time to acclimate to his size. It was so large that I feared he wouldn’t fit. I thrust my hips back, taking more of his cock. Once completely inside, he withdrew and slammed back in with more force.
In one swift motion, we rolled, and the hand between my legs was gone; now, I was facedown with my face pressed into something soft. It was confusing why we would roll when I was already on my stomach, but the feeling was undeniable. Mr. Volkov moved behind me, never leaving my warmth. He straddled my hips, squeezing my thighs together to bring my bottom up just enough for him to slide deeper inside me.
My mind was hazy with sleep, and the dream became so vivid that it felt real. I could feel my wetness smearing the insides of my thighs, the burning stretch as I took my boss’s cock. I could feel every inch of Mr. Volkov’s hard body as he pistoned into me. His hair tickled my bare back, and warm breaths puffed against my cheek as he leaned over me and unleashed all his pent-up sexual desire. His desire for me.
Our flesh slapped together, and he moved deeper inside me with each harsh thrust of his hips. My clit pulsed, and I reached beneath me, blindly rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves as my boss fucked me.
With his hands on each side of my head, he leaned down so his lips were next to my ear. “Whose pussy is this?” he growled.
Goosebumps erupted on my arms and legs, my nipples tightened, and I wanted nothing more than for him to play with my breasts.
“Yours,” I breathed.
He thrust harder and grunted into my ear. “What’s my name?”
“Mr. Volkov,” I whined.
“What’s my first name? I want to hear it from your pretty little lips.”
“Dimitri!”
Everyone still watched us, no longer curious but now hungry for a taste. Having their eyes on me should have embarrassed me, but I only got wetter as I hovered on the precipice of an orgasm.
“People are watching,” I moaned softly.
