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I repeat it like a mantra, over and over again as I walk into the elegant bedroom, where I stowed enough changes of clothes for it to look as if someone really does live here. I take what I planned to wear tonight out of the closet, shedding my clothes from the day and tossing them into a laundry hamper, just to add a little to the lived-in feeling.
What if it’s tonight?
Just looking at the bed, imagining Natalia spread across it, has me half-hard in an instant. I grit my teeth, trying to shove the desire back, to focus on the purpose of what I’m doing. Still, the vision of her naked and open for me is solidly planted in my mind, sending shudders of need down my spine.
I want to fuck her so badly it hurts–my cock is so hard that it aches, and all I’ve done is think about her. I can’t recall ever wanting a woman this badly, ever being so consumed with thoughts of any other woman I’ve desired or gone to bed with. My hand goes around my cock before I can stop myself.
This will make sure I’m clear-headed before the date.I justify it to myself as I start to stroke, hard and fast, my mind full of her imaginary cries of pleasure, the way her body would feel pinned under mine, held down as I thrust inside of her. A dozen images, each more lewd and vicious than the last, rush through my mind as I run my hand up and down my cock, aching to come.
The sound that comes from my mouth as I cup my hand over the head of my cock, spurting against my palm as I come, is something between a moan and a growl. It’s primal, animal, the sound of a craving that I can’t satisfy, a need that still throbs through me even as I grab the foot of the bed and thrust into my palm, shuddering as I picture Natalia coming too, in spite of herself, underneath me as I fill her up.
When I’ve cleaned up, I do feel a little better.Now maybe the attraction I feel won’t get out of hand,I tell myself, dressing quickly.I’ll be able to think.
She’d said after we agreed on our new arrangement to pick her up near the club, and I can’t help but laugh at what, to me, is so clearly an attempt to keep me from being so close to her apartment.If only she knew, I’ve watched her from the window.
She’s there waiting when I pull up, dressed in what I arranged to have sent to her. A black dress with a tight, bustier-style bodice that shows off what little cleavage she has, and a black chiffon skirt that reminds me faintly of a ballerina’s tulle, although it lies closer to her body. As I step out to open her door for her, I can see that she’s wearing the gold and diamond earrings I gave her last night. I feel a flood of possessive satisfaction at seeing her entirely wreathed in thingsIgave her, like a particularly beautifully dressed doll.
Mydoll.Mytoy. Mine to dress, manipulate–soon, fuck–and eventually, break.
I can’t help the satisfied smile that spreads over my face as I slide back into the car, and she catches sight of it.
“You look pleased,” she says with a laugh that sounds the slightest bit nervous, smoothing her skirt over her knees. “Did something good happen?”
“You’re here with me.” The words flow out as naturally as if I mean them–and in a way, I do. It pleases me that she’s here, that my plan is unfolding as I hoped it would. “And you look beautiful. I’m glad that you like my gifts enough to wear them.”
“You asked me to.” She shrugs lightly, smiling at me. “How could I refuse?”
“I enjoy seeing you in what I choose.” I can feel my hand on my thigh twitching, aching to reach out and touch her.
“Men like you do love that kind of power, don’t you?” Her black hair is loose and falling over her shoulders in thick curls, and she tosses it back, raising an eyebrow at me.
“What do you mean, men like me?” I turn down a back street, and I have a sudden, visceral desire to skip ahead. To pass up the date, the night out, the slow build to her giving me her trust so that I can snatch it out from under her and go back to the penthouse. I still have the drugs meant for Yuri in the trunk of the car–it would be easy enough to get it into her. I could end it all now.
It wouldn’t be as pleasant. It wouldn’t be as good. You know it wouldn’t. Draw it out, and make it better in the end. Patience, Mikhail. Patience.
“Rich men. Men who know they can use their money to get what they want.” There’s a teasing note in her voice, so it’s not as cutting as it might have been otherwise, and I’m not exactly surprised to hear her speak to me like that. Her sharp tongue is, despite how I might try to tell myself otherwise, part of my attraction to her. I’ve so rarely met women who challenged me the way she does.
“Well, I’ve done that, haven’t I?” I glance over at her. “Here you are. Of course, if it’s not what you want–”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Her voice tenses slightly, and I can feel the air in the car thicken, a heaviness surrounding us as the tone of the conversation changes. “I’m glad to be here. But you can’t deny that you like the power of this, as much as you say you wantme, specifically.”
I shrug. “Is it so wrong to enjoy having power?” As I stop the car, I look over at her, letting her see the growing heat in my gaze as I take in how beautiful she looks in the gifted clothes and jewelry. “Is it wrong to enjoy what I have right now?”
“And what is that?” Her voice goes softer, breathier, and from the look in her eyes, I don’t think she meant for it to. I can see a new tension running through her body, like a faint vibration. I feel myself responding to it instinctively. I want to reach for her, to crush her back against the seat as I devour her mouth with mine, to muffle her cries–whether they’re pleas or pleasure–as I push that skirt up and find out just how wet she can get for me.
A surge of lust grips me, almost uncontrollably, and I grit my teeth as I try to hold it back.I have to be able to control myself around her. No woman should have this kind of power over me.
“Are you alright?” Her voice is still breathy, as if it’s caught in her throat, and I nod.
“You know what I have,” I murmur, leaning the slightest bit closer. “I have you, here, in my car alone. Wearing clothes I gave you, diamonds I gifted you. There’s an envelope of cash in the center console, waiting for you to take it. I have power, Ekaterina, and youlikeit. You want to take some of it for yourself. But I think, the truth is, that if I kissed you right now, you’d let me before you ever took the money. Am I wrong?”
For the briefest second, I think I’ve gone too far. I see a hesitance on her face, a tension that tells me that she’s thinking of running. For a moment, I think I’ve fucked it all up anyway.
And then, her mouth twitches, and she tilts her chin up with playful defiance.
“I’d let you kiss me if I had the money first,” she says, the gasping note gone from her voice and replaced with something else, something I like much less. “You know the arrangement we have, Mikhail. So doesn’t that mean that the power is inmyhands?”
I have a sudden flash of the image of my hand around her throat, tightening as I press her head back against the seat, her delicate flesh bruising like ripe fruit under my fingertips.You’ll see who has the power then. You’ll find out that sharp tongue will only stay in your mouth so long as it makes me hard, or you’re willing to use it on my cock.
