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I bet you’re just dying for me to mess up, aren’t you, Sir?
Fuck.
As if Mr. Petrov or Boss isn’t enough. Now I’m Sir?
Let’s face it, she can call me whatever she wants at this point.
Thinking about my cock in her mouth last night has my balls drawing up once more. I already relieved myself of the world’s stiffest hard-on this morning in the shower. Not nearly the same thing, and it irritates me that I didn’t bring her home with me.
Me
Oh you will eventually
Krasavitsa
And what will you do then?
Me
What would you like me to do?
Krasavitsa
Tie me to your bed
I stare at the message, my dick just about jolting out of my pants.
I have a fucking meeting in a few minutes with a supplier in the Middle East as well as my upcoming trip to Paris, and here I am sitting in my office fawning over this woman I can’t get enough of.
This isn’t just sex. But it has to be about sex. I can’t give her anything more. I’m broken.
I may never be fully healed, and it wouldn’t be fair on her. Not that I give a shit what’s fair, but a nurturing part buried inside me doesn’t want her to be upset. I do want to pamper her. Show her how I feel and fuck her stupid. I don’t see what’s wrong with that if she’s willing and able.
I flick through my contacts, then pick up the phone and dial the department store downtown. I have a personal shopper who I use when I’m in town and need a suit urgently. I usually go through Doris for things like this, but she’s going to raise some eyebrows when I order a dozen different lingerie sets.
Doris is discreet — she’s seen and heard a lot — but I’d rather keep everything to do with Imogen completely separate.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Petrov,” Kristen answers on the third ring. “How can I be of service?”
“Hello, Kristen,” I say. “I need you to pick out some lingerie for a very special lady friend of mine, I need it delivered before five.”
“Certainly, sir. What did you have in mind?”
Imogen would look good in any color, and let's face facts; she’s not going to have her underwear on for very long around me.
“Fancy shit, the best you have.”
“Perfect. We stock La Perla. Dior. Gucci. I have a beautiful new range of Fleur of England that just arrived, you will love it.”
“Fine.”
“I’ll need her size please, Mr. Petrov.”
I smirk. I’ve been carrying those panties around in my pocket ever since our first night together.
“32C, panties a size medium or a five. Make sure you include at least three g-strings, and suspenders.”
“Would you prefer any colors in particular?”
