That evening, I bring Konstantin into the room. “Do you like it?”
He looks around, then turns to me sheepishly. “Sorry, I can’t see any difference.”
I laugh. The first real laugh since I went to meet Catherine at the café. Even thinking of her now makes goosebumps rise on my skin. The first thing I saw when I picked up my phone from the Faraday cage was her two-word text. She must have sent it as soon as I hung the painting up, which confirmed that it had a listening device hidden in it. Good Job
“I’m glad,” I tell Konstantin. “I held back because I wanted to keep the change subtle.”
“You seem happier, and more relaxed today,” he observes.
“I am happier. I was a bit tense yesterday, but today I’m happy. Life is good.”
“Hey, you know what I realized this morning after you had left for work?”
“What?”
“You didn’t wear the sexy sex outfit you got in London last night.”
I look at him from under my eyelashes. “I’m wearing it now… Sir.”
He laughs. “Did you just call me Sir?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, you are in so much trouble.”
“What kind of trouble am I in, Sir? Is it bad enough for me to be punished?”
He doesn’t answer me. He strips off my clothes until I am standing in the little pink baby doll nightie and suspenders and I hear him draw in his breath and make a small growling sound in his throat. It is animalistic and primal.
The jolt, from the sudden sexual pang I feel, is brutal. And just like that, the air between us becomes heavy and urgent. And our connection, charged and complex.
Wordlessly, I put my finger on his chest and push at him. He allows the light pressure to move him backwards until his thighs hit his desk. He rests his butt on the edge. As I get on my knees, his beautiful eyes go molten with lust.
I nudge his thighs apart till his legs are on either side of me. Then I hook my hand in the waistband of his pants and his briefs and pull them down his hips. He lifts his ass to assist me, and I pull the material the rest of the way down. I can’t explain it, but seeing his cock so thoroughly exposed in an office setting arouses me, makes me wet with desire. The pale delicate skin, lined with bulging veins is throbbing with excitement. Like a child reaching for a new toy, I grab his erect cock. It jerks as I make contact, but as I wrap my hand around the thick, heavy shaft, I feel him swell even more.
My own sex pulses as I lower my head and stretch my mouth over the wide crest of his cock.
I hear his sharp intake of breath… and relish the response.
Hollowing my cheeks, I give the head a hard suck. A grunt of unbearable pleasure falls from his lips. I double down on my suction, my grip of him, hard. My hands fist him, moving up and down his hardness, in fluid, rhythmic strokes.
When I release my mouth from around him, a small burst of pre-cum swirls on my tongue and his jaw is clenched with the intense pleasure of my actions. I stick my tongue out and lap him up, but greedily, unashamed of my own hunger for him. The tip of my tongue twists around his head, then licks its way down the entire length of his shaft.
His fingers dig into my hair, and I move even lower to meet his balls, heavy with arousal, and take as much of them as I can in my mouth. My heart is fluttering, and I’m so turned on that molten desire drips from my sex and runs down the inside of my thighs.
“Goddamn it… Raine,” he shudders, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
I fist him even harder, then prepare to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. Heated and wet, I sink down on him from the tip and slide all the way down to the middle of his length. That is as far as I can go without choking. The tip of his shaft is already brushing the back of my throat. I pull away, the slurping sounds, resounding across the room and mixing with the sound of his heavy breathing.
I tighten the muscles of my mouth even more and begin to milk him, my head bobbing up and down at a moderate pace.
He begins to writhe gently over me, his eyes shoot open to watch me. His eyes are wide with wonder, and sweat beads across his forehead. I love his completely unguarded, almost haunted look, enthralled at the fact that I’m beginning to unravel him just as he has done to me so many times.
Soon, my hand joins in the worship, gripping him, I viciously pump the wicked, wicked shaft. My rhythm increases as I feel his hips begin to instinctively thrust from the delicious agony. I see his hand grip the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white.