by Jenika Snow
“I figured we should talk,” she said, trying not to twist her fingers together and show her nerves.
He nodded and came around the table. “Do you want a drink?” he asked, and went over to the small bar by the wall.
“I’m on the clock. Probably not the best thing for me to do.”
He glanced at her. “I’m the boss. I think it’ll be okay if you want one.”
“Okay then,” she said and tried to smile, but she was so damn on edge she knew it came out forced.
He poured them both a drink, and walked up to her, handing her the glass. “Do you want to sit down? I have a feeling what you want to talk about isn’t in a professional capacity?”
She shook her head, and watching him go over to the couch, she took a drink. The liquor was a little harsh, but then again she wasn’t much of a hard alcohol drinker. But she knew she’d need a little liquid courage to get through this, because no matter what the outcome was, this was totally new territory for her.
Moving next to him and sitting down, she focused on her glass, wondering how to proceed.
“You’ve thought about what I said, and want to talk about it?” Viktor asked, and she looked up, thankful he’d broken the silence.
She nodded, her throat tight and slightly burning from the alcohol, and her nerves making talking almost impossible. But she wouldn’t be a coward. She wanted to be honest with him, to tell him that she had feelings for him, ones she didn’t want to ignore.
Then say it.
“I’m afraid, I’ll admit that.” She held onto her glass tightly. “I don’t know if this is just a phase, like you’ll get sick of me.” She shrugged, being honest, even though it was humiliating. “I’m different from what you normally go for, and I guess that’s why I feel this way, why I think one day I’ll have given you my heart and you’ll just discard me.”
“Oh, Karina, baby.” He set his glass down and pulled her closer. She let him, because it felt damn good to have Viktor hold her. “If this wasn’t what I wanted, wasn’t what I desired above everything else, I would have never said anything.”
It was strange to hear this softer side of him, to feel his emotions, his desire for her. It wasn’t just about sex, not for her, and he’d told her as much. This was about so much more, and she wanted to explore that.
“But you want me, too?” He spoke tenderly, and she couldn’t help but absorb that. She was so used to seeing the strong, and always in control Viktor that having this gentle, sweet man hold her and tell her everything would work out, was surreal.
“I do want you.”
“Look at me, Karina.”
She pulled back and looked into his eyes. He still appeared so powerful and strong, like he could crush anything that came close to him, that threatened what he held dear.
And he holds you dear.
“If I wasn’t sure, without a fucking doubt, that you were it for me, I wouldn’t have told you what I had.”
“It’s just happening so fast.”
He smiled and cupped her cheek. “It is, but doesn’t it feel incredible?”
She nodded. “It does.”
“Then let’s just go with it, and see where this path takes us.”
Can it really be this easy?
Chapter Nine
Karina glanced to her side and couldn’t help the little flutter in her chest. Seeing Viktor in the driver’s seat, his hand on the gearshift, and his focus on the road, made this arousal rear its sweet, erotic head up violently in her. They’d just gotten back from dinner, and although she would have no issues being with him right here and now, he was taking them back to his place for wine and classical music.
She’d never have taken Viktor for the classics kind of man, but then again he was surprising her on all avenues. They drove through the city, the sun already having set, and the night full of life. The traffic was starting to thicken the later it got, and her anxiousness and arousal were climbing with each passing second.
“You’re nervous,” Viktor said without glancing at her, and sounding slightly amused.
“I’m not.”
He did look at her then. “You’re lying, baby, but I can read you as if I’m looking in the mirror.” He grinned and focused on the road again, weaving his way in and out of traffic, and heading closer to his apartment. He descended into an underground garage, the lights coming on instantly. There were plenty of below ground garages in the city, but this one only held a few cars … a few very expensive cars. Once he parked and cut the engine they sat there for a second, her hands in her lap, her heart not beating nearly as fast as she assumed it would be. Although it wasn’t like they’d talked about why they were coming back to his house, she knew the end result.
They’d fuck, and it would be incredible.
“Why are you nervous?” he asked, looking fully at her now. “Is it because of everything, and what you told me, or…”
She swore the heat in the car went up ten degrees in just that short amount of time.
She swallowed before answering. “I’m not so much nervous as I am … anticipating it all,” she said that last part more on a whisper, her face heating after the fact. Viktor made this low sound, and she couldn’t help the tingle that moved through her, starting at the base of her spine and running to the tips of her toes and fingers. Viktor reached out and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her head forward, and meeting her in the middle to kiss her. His lips on hers were soft at first, but as the seconds moved by he became more demanding and dominant with his mouth and tongue.
She loved it, and couldn’t help but moan against him and reach out to wrap her hand around his bicep. Even through his suit jacket she could feel his muscles and strength, and a fresh gush of wetness left her.
He swiped his tongue along hers, eliciting a soft moan from her. If they didn’t stop she could easily give herself to him right now, and although the car might not be the most comfortable place to have sex, it would surely be hot as hell.
But he pulled away after a few seconds, breathing hard, and resting his forehead against hers. “If we don’t stop I’ll come right in my fucking slacks, and I want to be buried in your cunt when that happens.”
Her throat tightened and her nipples beaded at his words.
He pulled back, smoothed his finger along her jaw line, and was out of the car before she could even inhale. She watched as he walked around the front of the car, her body frozen in place at the way he moved, at the fact he looked like a predator, a damn sexy one. He opened the car door for her, helped her out, and had her in an embrace as soon as her feet touched the ground. He kissed her again, and she knew she could get lost in this man, in everything about Viktor Port.
“Let’s get you inside before we give the security cameras a nice show.”
She chuckled and nodded.
They made their way through the garage, her heels clicking along the pavement. Once they reached the elevator he slipped in a key, turning it, and taking them up to the top apartment. It was the same thing he’d done the first time he’d taken her here, just in another part of the building. When she’d first come here they’d gone through the front doors as they’d had a driver. This was the first time she’d seen the garage, or this elevator, and even if those things might not seem lavish in the least, in this ritzy part of the city, and in this building, it was impressive.
Once they’d reached the top floor and were in his apartment, she actually took the time to appreciate his place. The time before things had been so frantic and arousal-laced, that she hadn’t really stopped and checked everything out, not much, anyway. The morning after had given her a little bit of time to look around, but she’d been so nervous of what lunch would bring, that her mind had been preoccupied.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some wine.”
She glanced at Viktor and watched as he went into the kitchen. He turned on the light, and the glow moved its way into the living room, which was where she was headed. Smoothing
her fingers along the back of the buttery soft leather couch, she heard him approach. He had a bottle of wine in one hand, and was holding the stems of two glasses in his other. He set the bottle and glasses on the coffee table and poured them both wine. She took the offered glass before making her way toward the windows.
“Your view is incredible,” she said softly, and sipped from her glass.
A moment of silence stretched after she spoke.
“It’s beautiful,” he said right behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder to see he was only a few feet from her, his focus not on the cityscape, but on her. Karina’s heart jumped a little, and she curled her fingers around the stem of the glass even more. The way he was looking at her was the way she’d envisioned a man to look at the woman he cared about above all others. There was possession, but not the kind that would frighten her, rather the kind that made her feel like she was truly wanted.
He smiled and walked over to the stereo. After turning it on to something classical and soft, he moved back toward her, his wine glass now on the coffee table. “Dance with me, baby,” he said in a low, deep voice, one that sent sparks of fire through her.
The view of the city was all around them, the floor to ceiling windows letting the lights filter through, and almost giving the illusion they were floating, high above everything else and in their own little world.
She slipped her hand in his outstretched one, set her wine glass on the table beside her, and allowed him to pull her in to the hardness of his body. She rested her head on his chest and just let him hold her, both of them swaying back and forth, the music all around them, the atmosphere soft. It was strange, kind of, given the way they’d had sex, the controlling and powerful persona that came from him, the needs they both seemed to have. But she liked these dual sides of Viktor, because she knew not everyone saw them.
He pulled back so she was forced to look at him, but then leaned down to press his lips to hers. For several seconds they kissed, still swaying, mouths fused. But as the second ticked by the more heated it became, the more demanding. She grabbed his biceps and clenched her nails into his arms, trying to pull him as close as he could get. Her body was primed for him, so ready to be fucked, controlled … dominated. She never thought she’d like that in sex, because she’d never had it before Viktor. But now that she had a taste she wanted more.
“Viktor,” she whispered his name. “Sir,” she said on another breath, liking the way calling him the title made her feel, and getting turned on because she knew he liked it as well.
He groaned, ground his erection into her belly, and placed his hand on her lower back, keeping her pressed fully to him.
“I’m burning alive.” How she was even able to form words at this moment was beyond her.
“You want me to help you out with that, baby?” His voice dropped lower, and she sensed that power come from him, the one she’d experienced in the office and at the party.
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you feel good, to make you come?”
She was breathing harder now, and forced herself to nod. “God, yes.”
“Then say you’re mine, Karina,” he ordered.
She opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them, and stared into his face, one covered with a hard expression. It was a no brainer on what she wanted to say, on what she wanted with Viktor. Now that she allowed herself to be open with him, and accepted her feelings, not afraid anymore, she wanted nothing more than to be his in every way imaginable.
“I’m yours, only yours.”
Chapter Ten
They made it into his bedroom, but it had all been a blur because of the touching and kissing, the crude words and the pleasure moving between them.
Now here she was, still fully clothed, shaking, so ready for him and whatever he offered. Karina wanted that shark she’d seen so many times in the office, wanted the man who had brought her to multiple orgasms in just one night.
“Get on your knees, baby.” His voice was hard, full of intent, command.
A shiver worked up her spine, and she got wetter because of his tone, of the fact she wanted to do what he said, submit in the bedroom at all costs. Having him order her to do what he said shouldn’t have made her feel sexy or aroused, but it did, on both accounts, and she wanted more from him.
Karina got to her knees. The carpet was plush, soft. He was silent for so long, just walking around her, before finally stopping a few feet in front of her again.
“Turn around. I want to see you spread for me, show me what I’ll be sampling soon.”
She felt her mouth dry and her pulse race.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asked the question, but the way he sounded told her he already knew that’s what she wanted.
“Yes, Sir.”
He groaned low. “Show me what’s mine.”
Her heart started beating frantically, and she did as he asked.
When she was turned around she got on her hands and knees, feeling her cheeks spread, but her skirt and panties still blocking his view. She wanted for him to command her to do more.
“Keep your ass high in the air, and lift your skirt over your hips, but keep those sweet little panties on.”
She could hear him breathing harder, faster, a sign he was almost to his breaking point, too. Lifting up her skirt and spreading her legs impossibly wider, she felt her muscles pull and stretch, but she liked the burn.
He groaned again. “I bet you’re so fucking ready for me, Karina, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded, not able to speak.
“Is your pussy all red and wet? Do you want my dick in you?”
Again, she nodded.
“Turn back around.”
She obeyed instantly.
“I want you to come to me on your hands and knees, baby. I want you to show me how far you’re willing to go.”
She was more aroused than she ever had been. Maybe something was wrong with her for wanting this, for wanting to obey him? Getting on her hands, she took a steadying breath and started to move toward him. The floor was soft as she moved closer to him, her focus on him. When she was right before Viktor she looked at his face and saw nothing but cool composure and steely reserve. Her mouth instantly went dry when he went for the belt of his slacks. Once that was undone he pulled his zipper down. It was an erotic display as he grabbed his erection out through only the flap, not even bothering to undo the button of his pants. He started stroking himself up and down slowly, his gaze trained on her, his jaw clenched tight.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes,” she said right away.
“You want to suck on my big dick?”
“God, yes.”
“You’re hungry for my cum, aren’t you?”
She nodded, and a gasp left her at his brutally coarse language. She glanced down at his huge shaft, at the way he continually stroked himself lazily, as if waiting for her to obey him. The tip of his dick was dotted with pre-cum, and she hungered for a taste.
Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water, her thoughts on the flavor of him. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her forward. A gush of wetness left her pussy, soaking her panties.
“Now, suck my cock.” He pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips. “Yes, that’s fucking it, baby.”
She started moving her head up and down, working her lips and tongue around him.
“That’s it, Karina baby. Move your tongue around and stroke the underside of my dick.”
She did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds, making her addicted instantly. Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of his length. She wanted more of him in her mouth, wanted the tip to make her gag. She wanted to swallow his cum, have it bathe the back of her throat and cover the inside of her mouth.
Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor, grabb
ing the root of his shaft with her hand and stroking him in time with her mouth.
“Make me come, baby.” He still had his hand in her hair and kept her head stationary as she sucked him harder and faster.
Looking up at him while giving him head, she saw his attention was on her mouth.
“Your lips are stretched so wide around my cock right now. It’s hot as fuck.” He started thrusting in time with her bobbing head, and increased his speed until the tip of his erection slammed against the back of her throat, making her gag once. “Christ.” He started breathing more heavily, tightened his hold on her hair, and cursed continuously. A deep groan left him, and then she felt the hard jets of his cum move down the back of her throat. Karina tried to swallow every drop, but he had come so much his jizz was slipping out of the corner of her mouth.
Finally, he pulled away from her, his dick still semi-hard, his six-pack contracting and relaxing as he breathed in and out harshly. Reaching out and wiping off a drop of his cum from the corner of her mouth, he pressed the digit to the seam of her lips. “Lick it clean.”
She opened for him, holding her gaze with his, and suctioned her lips around his finger. This low sound came from him as he watched her, and then he was hauling her up. He had her in his arms, and then was sitting on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. Her legs were spread, her skirt ridden up her thighs, and his hot, hard length pressed right to her panty-covered pussy.
God, he’s still so hard.
“As much as I want to make this night last, prolong it all, I need to fuck you, baby,” he said against her neck, and then bit her hard enough that she gasped out in pain. He licked the sting away, and she found herself moaning and grinding her pussy on him.
“I’m ready,” she said and pressed down on him again.
“Yeah, you’re so fucking ready.”
He ran his hand over his jaw. “I want you to know that for the last year you’re all I’ve been able to think about.” He leaned in and kissed her soundly. “I haven’t even been able to be with any women because you’re all I’ve wanted.”