I rapidly nodded, tears forming in my eyes. “Yes! I’ll be your good girl.”
“Good. Now stand up.”
Panting, I shimmied off his desk and fixed my clothes. I reached for a tissue but stopped when Dimitri tsked.
“You’re not removing my cum from you. You’re going to this meeting with the reminder of your punishment,” he said.
I nodded, not knowing what to say to that. My clit pulsed, and I squeezed my eyes shut. A keening cry slipped out of me as I neared my climax as the vibrator kept at the same maddening speed.
Dimitri chuckled. “Resist it, sunshine. I promise there will be a reward after we’re through today.”
Blood roared in my ears, and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, fighting back the urge to let go. When the wave passed, I blinked open my eyes and looked at Dimitri, begging him to take mercy on me. It must have worked because he clicked on the remote, and the setting lowered until it was just a gentle buzz.
“I’ll show you mercy, for now. But when we get to the meeting, it’s fair game.”
Releasing a shaky breath, I nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
I couldn’t say more than that. Even though I wasn’t at the edge of my orgasm anymore, it didn’t mean I could say anything other thanplease let me come. I didn’t know what the heck got into Mr. Volkov and made him decide to torture me like this.But I like it.
“Ladies first.” Dimitri gestured for me to go out the door.
I wobbled to my bag, picked it up, and left the office with Dimitri following behind.
Sweat beaded on my forehead and upper lip, and I wiped it away before anyone noticed. I glanced at Mr. Volkov, who sat next to me in the large meeting room at the hotel. The lawyers didn’t want to meet at the law firm and demanded that we have it at their hotel. Dimitri surprised me when he allowed that. He never seemed like the type who would let people push him over.
There were five other men in the room with us, and I worried they would hear the soft purr of the vibrator in my pussy. Thankfully, the men talked over any sound it made. Dimitri turned on soft classical music from his phone, which also muted the sounds.
I couldn’t pay attention to what everyone talked about. The words formed within warbled voices, but I was too disconnected to make sense of them. I shifted in my chair, biting on my bottom lip as I squeezed my legs together, crossed at the ankles. My knees knocked into Dimitri’s thigh beside me, and our gazes met as he peeked at me from the corner of his eye. He adjusted in his seat, slipped one hand into his pocket, and tucked a lock of white hair behind his ear with the other. For the first time, I noticed the way the tip of his ear came to a point. I had seen nothing like that, and it reminded me of faeries.
“How is your wife doing, Mr. Michaels?” Dimitri asked, sounding bored and not at all interested in this man’s wife.
“Oh! Mrs. Michaels is doing great...”
The rest of what he said faded because the vibrator’s speed went up a notch. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath, only to pant it out. My clit throbbed to the point that it became painful. I wanted so badly to let go and orgasm to end the torture, but I promised Dimitri I’d be a good girl. I craved nothing more than to see him look at me with pride. I needed him to praise me for doing so well. More sweat beaded on my upper lip, and my thighs trembled as I squeezed them together to stop the oncoming climax. It did the opposite of what I’d hoped for, so I carefully opened my legs, seeking relief but not finding any.
“Ms. Hayes, are you all right?”
My eyes snapped open and found the five men and Dimitri staring at me. I nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” My voice sounded husky and nothing like how I usually talked. The other lawyers looked at me like they didn’t believe anything I said.
They know. They can hear the vibrator. They’re all in on this and playing dumb.
Mr. Matthews drew his eyebrows together and eyed me with suspicion, which didn’t help my paranoid thoughts. Maybe that was all in my head and he was unaware of what was happening. Dimitri wouldn’t be so cruel as to tell others to play along with a sick game to make me look like an idiot.
The stocky lawyer looked away from me, and they all resumed their conversations about a case. I couldn’t follow along. Even if I wasn’t crawling-out-of-my-skin turned on, I still wouldn’t have understood anything they said.
Dimitri clicked the button in his pocket. The vibrator increased its intensity, and I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing every moan that bubbled up from my chest. My poor clit was so sensitive that it burned. My inner walls were no different. I stretched to accommodate the silicone phallus, and my insides pulsed around it.
I swallowed a whimper and curled my fingers on the seat’s edge, gripping it until my knuckles turned white. Blood roared in my ears, and I glanced at the door past Dimitri.
I could get up and excuse myself.
I didn’t know if I could continue to sit here pretending that everything was okay when all I wanted was fucking come.
Dimitri must’ve known where my thoughts were headed because he increased the speed again while he talked to one of the lawyers.
I can’t hold it. I’m going to...I’m going to...
Tremors wracked my body as I held back from jumping over the edge.
