“I won’t fuck you until I am certain you’re worthy,” Andrei said, his voice cold and severe.
“Y-yes, sir,” Natalia answered meekly.
“Are you still on your knees?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to sit in a chair. Splay your legs wide. I want to see the pink of your cunt.”
Natalia threw herself into her chair, spreading her legs at once. “I am ready, sir.”
“Now, come when I tell you.”
She gasped, afraid to touch herself for fear she would come too soon. Trailing fingers along her thigh Natalia could feel how close she was to climaxing right now. “Yes, sir.”
“Come now,” he commanded, and she touched herself. Even through the gossamer barrier of her panties, it was electric, and she bucked upward with the first wave of orgasms, coming again and again as she rubbed harder, denting the fabric with her fingers, then slipping beside it to thrust the tips into her wet cunt and to feel the pulsations of the last spasms.
“Did you come?” Andrei demanded.
“Yes, sir,” she panted. “It was wonderful, sir.”
“Lick your fingers.” She did and tasted her salty sweetness.
“Now what are you doing Saturday?”
Natalia grinned, still sucking her fingertips. “Whatever you want me to do, sir.”
“I’ll be coming to London on the 14.44 train. I want you to meet me at Agent Provocateur in Soho by 3:00 p.m. Do not be late.”
Natalia smiled. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I’ll be there, sir.”
“I’ll be bringing my paddle, missy, so don’t let it go to your head. We have a lot of work to do.” She could hear the warmth in his voice despite the harsh words, and it thrilled her heart.
But all she said was, “Yes, sir.”
He coughed, and Natalia thought he was just going to ring off. However, in a very quiet voice, he said. “I’m so glad we got back in touch, Natalia. You’re an extraordinary woman. Dream of me tonight?” Andrei sounded almost wistful.
“Yes, sir,” she said and ended the call. Oh, yes. Her dreams were going to be amazing.
The End
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