The Russian Billionaire

I’m almost in a state of disbelief.

The switch is done!

I can hardly believe that I’ve actually done it.

I hear a sound and I turn. Konstantin comes in carrying an iPad. He puts it in front of me and goes to the stove. I look down at the screen and for a moment I don’t see anything. Everything just looks like pixels. I blink a few times and my vision clears. I stare down at the young man in the pictures.

“Believe me now?” he asks.

I look up at him. My god, I’ve just betrayed him, but I’m falling in love with him. I force a smile and keep my voice light. “You obviously have no idea what a nerd looks like. Think Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg or that Jeff Bezos before he got all pumped out on steroids.”

He grins. “I was thinking of them.”

“Then you’re blind,” I shoot back.

“He drains the pasta, pulls the plates from the warmer, and expertly coils the spaghetti onto the plates. Then he spoons the sauce on top, and brings the steaming plates over to me. The food is good, but I find it hard to swallow anything. When the meal is over he asks if I want some tiramisu, but I tell him I am too full to eat another thing. I make up a story about how I overate during lunch.

“Hey, how about giving me a tour of the place?”

“Sure.”

His penthouse is absolutely beautiful, there is no other way to describe it. I start to doubt my plan of wanting to redecorate his apartment. When we get to his office door, he pushes it open and says, “And this is my office where I spend a huge amount of time.”

I stand at the entrance and I actually feel goosebumps to know that those people are probably hearing everything we are saying.

“What’s next?” I croak.

He closes the door and we move on to the room where he sits to code. There is nothing in that room, just white walls, a plain black table and a leather swivel chair.

I turn to him. “That’s it?”

He nods. “That’s it. When I am coding, I want no distractions at all. This room is sound proofed too. Even the smallest distraction could mean days or hours of work being undone. Here is where I sit in complete silence and travel backwards in my mind over the hundreds of complicated sequences of codes I’ve written and try to weed out and correct any tiny mistakes I might have made.”

When we finish the tour we end up in the great big room. I curl up on the couch.

“Want some coffee?” he asks staring at my legs

I pull my legs onto the sofa. “Um… no. Come sit with me for a while.”

He sits on the sofa next to me and slides his hand up my thigh. “Jesus, I can never get enough of you. Open your legs.”

I spread my thighs and show him my pussy.

As his head moves to get between my thighs, I catch his face between my palms. “Konstantin?”

“Yeah.”

“Konstantin?”

“Yeah.”

“Is there anything in your office that you couldn’t bear to be apart from?’

He looks at me as if I’m talking a foreign language. “My office?”

“Yes. Is there some furniture, some files, some paintings that are important to you?”

He doesn’t have to think about it. “No.”

“Then would you mind if I redecorated it?”

He stares at me, but his eyes are still hazy with lust. “You want to redecorate my office?”

“Yeah. I know this must sound like the craziest thing you’ve ever heard, but it’s always been my dream to redecorate an office. I promise, I won’t change it too much. Maybe I’ll move the paintings around and maybe give the walls a lick of paint. Maybe cream instead of that stark white. I might even buy a plant or two.’’

He pulls my hands away from his cheeks. “Go ahead, decorate to your heart's content.” Then his warm mouth is on my pussy. I close my eyes. Today I will keep him away from his office. And tomorrow afternoon I will take some time off and start the decorating process.

And then I stop thinking and concentrate on the delicious waves of pleasure coming from between my legs.

Raine

Konstantin tells me he will not be at his home from lunchtime onwards so I can go ahead and redecorate. He seemed surprised that I was in such a hurry, but there was no suspicion in his eyes.

I did not go into his office because I did not want them to hear my voice, but I told the two guys who turned up to stack all the paintings and take them to the spare room. It only takes them three hours to give the place a coat of cream paint. Then they move all the furniture back and all the paintings except the one I switched. That one goes on the wall in the spare room and the painting that was in the spare room is brought into the office.