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“Oh... sorry.” I grip a length that's hanging over my shoulder. “I-I didn't get a chance to tie it back. Shall I-”
“No.” He lifts a hand to stop me. “Leave it down. It looks nice.” He sits forward, cupping his—clean shaven chin?
I try to stay focused but I can't help screwing up my face. Why has he shaved? Maksim always has stubble dress his oval chin. And since when did he tie his hair back?
“You look different, my little pet. Nervous.”
That's because I am nervous.
I'm surprised to find I'm not upset with him for bartering me to Charlie. If anything, I'm grateful for the time of peace and happiness he's given me.
“It's been an odd few months,c?pMaksim,” I say vacantly.
“Yes,” he drawls. “Charlie told me earlier today that he isn’t taking you back with him. Is he bored?”
I shrug because I don't want to tell him about what happened yesterday, or today.
He cocks a brow at me. “You don't know if he's bored of you?”
“No,c?pMaksim.”
“Hmmm,” he hums. “I see... How was your time with him?”
I don't even blink when I say, “It was okay.”
“And your health?”
I frown, not following.
“Your virginity.” Every word he says is executed with slow purpose. I almost forgot how intense he is.
I swallow. “Still intact.”
“Good.” He grins at me. “I imagine Charlie wanted so badly to take it.”
I don't know what to say, so I just look at him. I imagine Charlie did too.
“Before you give me a thorough account of your time with him, I want to know something.” He runs his thumb across his lower lip. “Did you overhear any of his business dealings? Is he speaking with The American Congressman?”
My eyes widen. How the fuck does he know Charlie deals with The American Congressman?
“No. I never heard anything,” I flat out lie, but it weirdly comes naturally to me.
“Henever!spoke in front of you?”
I shake my head, desperate to ask why he wants to know if Charlie spoke to The American Congressman. What's that to him? None of the Russians deal with the Americans.
“Huh... strange...” he brushes this off, believing me—Maksim thinks I'd never lie to him, and I wouldn't have lied to him before meeting Charlie, but Charlie has changed me.
“So tell me, my little pet,” he's still musing, pinching his bottom lip now, “what did Charlie do to you exactly?” He says that he wants intimate details—when and where—and he wants them now. “What did he do to you sexually? How did he make you feel?”
I have to start right from the beginning, so I bashfully tell him about the first night. “I woke up in a strange bed with... with Charlie sitting next to me, playing with my hair. He told me what was going on... I attacked him with feeble effort because I was drugged but it was enough to put some distance between us. Then, once I calmed down, he told me to take off my clothes but of course, I-I refused... I wanted to speak to you.”
“Of course you did, my little pet. Of course.” His eyes glow with mockery. “Carry on. I'd like every detail.”
“Well, after I spoke to you,” I blink at Maksim, “I did what I was told; I let him take off my clothes.” I tell him all of what I remember. It's internal torture when I get to the part where Charlie first went down on me... how he splayed me out and forced me to orgasm over and over; the sensation of his cock sliding in me. I want to cup my face and hideaway in my hands. Everything feels too private to speak of—this isourprivate business, as Charlie once said. I now understand what he meant.
I stop and pause a few times but Maksim yells at me to give him, “Every bloody detail! How did he make you feel? Did he go down on you more than once? Masturbate you with his hands? Did he fuck your pussy with his tongue? Tell me everything, Blaire.”
