He stopped when he stood directly in front of me. I tensed when his hand reached out and he tilted my chin up with a surprisingly gentle touch.
“You’ve a smart mouth, Ms. Rivers,” he said in a low, rumbling tone. “You need to be taught to control it.” I gasped when he suddenly ran his thumb over my mouth, tugging my bottom lip down and smearing my pink lipstick.
“On your knees, Ms. Rivers. Now.”
10
Dmitry
This woman was making me lose my fucking mind.
For weeks, I’d endured her teasing and tormenting. It had taken every ounce of willpower not to grab her and fuck her every time she walked into my office in her tight, sexy little outfits, or intentionally bent over so her ass or tits were in my face. Ms. Rivers may not be a practiced temptress, but she had enough ability and natural appeal that she’d made my life a living hell. I’d refused to respond to her. To give into her game. She was not the one in command here.
I was.
It wasn’t just my desire to assert my dominance over her that had kept me from touching her. As promised, Ivan had delivered the information on her two weeks ago. The results had been … surprising. And troubling. I had needed time to process and rethink my plans. My desire for her hadn’t lessened, but I needed to uncover more about her true motivations for working for me. If I let myself grow too distracted because I was fucking her morning, noon, and night, I might leave myself, and my company, vulnerable to attack.
But then she’d stormed into my office in a glorious fury and lashed me with her defiant words and accusations.
I’d been startled and furious but also impressed by her boldness. No one had ever spoken to me that way before. No one had ever challenged me as she did. No one had ever aroused me to the point of madness like she did.
My control had snapped at last, and the urge to punish her for her insolence had driven me to her. I tugged at her lip as I held her chin in a firm grip.
“Do not make me repeat myself, Ms. Rivers,” I growled when she didn’t immediately obey my command. At my warning, her eyes flashed with dark delight and she slowly slid to the floor before me. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she stared up at me.
Fuck. This woman is perfect.
Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I undid my belt, then the button and zipper of my suit pants. Her hands lifted to touch me, but I shook his head.
“No. Place your palms flat on your thighs, and do not move them. If you need me to stop, you will hit the side of my hip twice. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I lowered my pants and boxer-briefs just enough to allow me to pull out my cock. I was already so hard and primed, the thick head glistened with pre-cum. To withstand her teasing the past few weeks, I’d been forced to jack off several times a day while fantasizing about her, but it was never enough. I’d never felt truly satisfied.
I hated how much I had come to crave her, and I knew it would never be enough until I properly fucked her. Even then, I feared I would still be mad for her.
Wrapping my hand around my erection, I guided the tip to her perfect lips.
“Open, krasavitsa,” I growled, and her chest heaved at the endearment. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth so you wi
ll learn to watch what comes out of it.”
She licked her lips, her expression eager, and my cock jerked in response. Her jaw fell open and her tongue snuck out to lick at the slit in my cockhead. With my free hand, I gripped the tight bun she wore her hair in and held her still as I fed my dick slowly into her mouth. Her lips clamped around me and she moaned as if she were tasting something delicious.
This won’t last long, I thought desperately as the vibrations from her small noises shot through my cock and up my spine.
Holding her steady, I began to slowly pump in and out of her mouth, keeping my thrusts shallow so I wouldn’t gag her. Not right away, anyway. She licked and sucked at me in abandon, her eyes glazed with lust as she stared up at me. I saw her fingers curl into her skirt as she fought to obey my earlier command not to touch me. Her cleavage jiggled and swayed as I increased my pace, and I realized I had yet to see her tits free and bare.
“Unbutton your blouse,” I ordered. “Show me those gorgeous tits.”
She immediately went to work undoing her shirt. When it was open, she pulled her bra-cups down beneath her breasts, so the creamy mounds were pushed up and put on display for me. Her little pink nipples were hard, and a perfect contrast to her smooth pale skin.
“Touch yourself, krasavitsa.”
She cupped her tits and then plucked at her nipples for me. She moaned again, her eyes fluttering together as she arched her back and filled her hands. She was so beautiful like this. Open and vulnerable. She let me use her how I pleased without hesitation, not fully realizing how her trust fucked with me. She obeyed my commands because she knew I wouldn’t hurt her. That I only wanted to bring us both pleasure. Winter Rivers was a rare woman, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have had her delivered to me almost on a silver platter.
If only she weren’t, even now, lying to me.