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Marinka belonged to me now.
When I glanced at my computer screen, my jaw pretty much dropped. For a moment, I wondered if my eyes were playing a number on me. I had only just left her alone in the penthouse, when she spoke to me with disdain, as always believing she could get away with that attitude. I’d put her in her place, unraveled her for just a moment, turned her world upside down as I loved to do—and I relished the deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, which showed me how I’d affected there. Then, when she swallowed and pursed her lips, lowering her gaze, tongue-tied, I walked out of her room, leaving her with thoughts of me.
But right now, she was on the sofa, touching herself. Her legs wide open, exposing a lush pussy I wanted nothing more than to lick and fuck. Her delicate fingers slid over the folds, and she threw her head back, wriggling her body as pleasure built inside her. My cock strained in my pants once more.
“Well, well, well, little one. Who would have thought you could be so naughty?” I murmured to myself, remembering how she’d roared at me that she was never going to belong to anyone. Especially to me.
My pulse spiked when I noticed her flushed cheeks as she stuck her fingers in her tight pussy.Fuck.
Despite having business to attend to, all I could think about was being there with her, replacing her hand with my shaft.
At the same time, I reminded myself it was too soon. I planned to break her slowly, to make her squirm with desire until she couldn’t take being anywhere near me without falling at my feet.
Mesmerized by her, I watched for a while but then made myself leave the office, then instructed Sergei to take me home.
The club was only a ten-minute drive away from the penthouse and I was lucky to have another office inside it. Despite my spirited session with Mia, I had a raging hard-on. I instructed Sergei to wait for me downstairs while I hurried to the top of the building.
It seemed to take an eternity for the elevator to arrive at my floor. Finally, I unlocked the door to my penthouse and walked straight into the living room, where Marinka was lying like a slender woman of the night in an erotic Renaissance-style painting, unabashed in her sexuality, still seeking to ease the ache between her thighs.
The real Marinka, not the contrary, mousy version of her I’d been getting.
So lovely she looked, both vulnerable and free, I had to remind myself of my true purpose. Of my plan.
She’s going to have to die eventually, but first I’ll make her suffer. Just like that time … so long ago. A memory from his past resurfaced again, and he pushed it down before it took him under.This was no time for self-analysis and reflection. I had a job to do and I’d see it through.
She heard me approaching, yet she didn’t stop. Could she even? Had she passed the point of no return? Close to the little death, as they called it in days of old.
Desire and death go hand in hand, bound together by lies…
Her loud moans echoed in the room and the craving that evoked anchored me in the present moment.
I couldn’t get past her lack of inhibition. Didn’t want to.
The fact she wasn’t holding back, trying to hide.
She was all there for me to see. To hear. To touch.
To own.
I stopped a few meters away from her and she kept going. Swallowing, I stared at her gleaming folds, drenched with her own sweet juices. I wanted to spread her legs wide and make her come all over my face.
Dropping my pants down, I let my cock spring free. Her eyes widened and her breathing got heavier. Rougher.
I ran my hand over my shaft, releasing some pre-cum. My muscles went rigid, strained to the max.This is going to be quick.
Marinka’s legs were spread so wide, she showed me all her secrets. Soft skin glistening with moisture, a pearly clit begging to be stroked and sucked until she cried out. Hips moving to the rhythm set by her hand.
Fuck, I cannot just take her now…
She had to earn the privilege of me touching her—and because of that, I also had to deny myself. This was some messed-up bullshit. It shouldn’t be so complicated.
But such was the life of a boss—no weakness allowed. Ever.
Wearing my most devil may care, irreverent expression, eyes hooded, I leisurely masturbated as she climaxed all over my sofa, her breasts bouncing as she moved sensuously, inviting my mouth to caress her most intimate places. But I knew her secret: her hand would never be enough. She knew this in her core. If I touched her, she’d go in flames and I’d bite her, nip on her flesh, trail my tongue in her most sensitive places … torment her until she begged me to stop.
I would have made her come so much harder. I imagined sticking two fingers inside her sex, rotating them against her walls, feeling her vibrate against them, and with that thought, I ejaculated in my hand.
Through it all, I never broke eye contact with her.
