by Kira Bloom
Checking my watch, I huffed, “The reps from McAllister Holdings should be here in five minutes.”
When I looked back over at her, she had already hopped down from the table and was shimmying her skirt back down into place. She met my gaze, and there was no trace of the wanton who’d just begged me to cum on her. For once, Ms. Rivers was the picture of poise and professionalism.
“I’ll go and wait for them, sir, to escort them back.”
I nodded. “Yes, please do.”
Her smile was polite as she moved past me to walk out the room. I stared after her, completely floored by what had just happened. She had made me lose control. I had only planned on giving her release, to reward her and take the edge off her attitude. I hadn’t anticipated my own earth-shattering orgasm, especially after I’d taken care of myself not much earlier in my office bathroom.
Resting my hands on the tabletop, I let my head hang between my shoulders. Ms. Rivers was testing me as no woman had before her. Pushing me to limits I didn’t think I possessed. I could too easily grow obsessed with her. Already, my mind was racing with ideas of what I could do to her the next time they were alone together.
Shaking my head, I stood back up. I needed to get a handle on things again. Reassert my dominance, else risk ceding control to the woman. That wasn’t something I was willing to do.
Ms. Rivers needed to be brought to heel.
And I knew just how to do it.
8
Winter
From where I was sitting, the meeting had gone well. The McAllister Holdings representatives were polite and pleasant, each shaking my hand when I’d greeted them in the waiting room. I’d tried not to think of the fact that my thighs were sticky as I led them down the hallway to the conference room where he was waiting. I still couldn’t believe I’d let him do that.
No, I hadn’t let him.
I’d begged him to do it.
What was it about the man that made me want to do things I’d never imagined doing? While he was touching me on the conference room table, I hadn’t thought about the fact that we could be easily caught, or that his clients were excepted within minutes. All I’d cared about was the orgasm he’d denied me the day before. He made me mindless when he put his hands on me, and it baffled me how much I enjoyed it.
When I’d returned to the conference room with his clients in tow, Mr. Maslow had appeared his usual cool and collected self. Other than thanking me for my escort, he all but ignored me as he shook hands and made small talk with the reps. That was just fine with me. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold it together if he looked at me right now.
During the meeting, I stayed off to the side, serving coffee when it was requested and running the slideshow Mr. Maslow had prepared. He would nod to me when he wanted me to move onto the next slide, but other than that, he barely acknowledged my presence.
I’d paid close attention to everything he said. Every detail of his proposal. He was showing the reps his plan for a new multi-million-dollar headquarters for their company. I tried to memorize as many of the schematics of the complex as I could, and even jotted down notes on the notepad I held.
I knew Mr. Maslow was pulling all the stops because he was in the middle of a fierce bidding war for the giant project. I also knew his competition was very nervous that he would end up winning that war.
I’d known all this well before Mr. Maslow had begun his presentation.
I’d known all this when I applied to be his assistant.
This was why I was here. To learn everything that I could about Mr. Maslow’s proposal.
Guilt made my stomach roil because I could vividly picture my mother’s disappointment in what I had become. I felt like I was going to be sick, but I kept taking notes. Kept paying attention. Kept stealing Mr. Maslow’s plans and secrets right from under his nose. I knew this made me a terrible person, especially after the things I’d begged him to do to me. I’d told myself that was different, though. That he had used me, and now I was using him. I’d tried to justify it in my mind, but the guilt wouldn’t subside.
Still, it didn’t matter if I felt like shit for doing this. I had no choice. My situation was a tangled, fucked-up mess, and I was trapped. Spying on Mr. Maslow was my only way to escape.
His plans were rather impressive, and he commanded the room when he spoke. Seeing him like this, so focused and clearly passionate for his work, made my heart stutter. His blue eyes sparkled as he explained the layout for an indoor, glass-ceiling atrium where McAllister employees could intermingle in a soothing, relaxed space filled with natural light. My thighs clenched, and I felt the remnants of our encounter from earlier. Had that really only been an hour ago? Thank God this room had the same fogged glass as his office. I clutched my notebook to my chest as I bit my lip and tried to control my lust-filled thoughts.
Giving my head a little shake, I reminded myself that I had a job to do. Well, two jobs, technically. I clicked the button on my little remote to switch slides when he gave a brisk nod. We’d reached the end of the slideshow, and he finished his presentation by thanking the McAllister reps and expressing how much he looked forward to their call.
They all stood and, one by one, moved to shake his hand and thank him for his time. As the reps left, they were smiling and speaking in low voices to each other. I caught a few head nods as they made their way back out into the hall. Clearly, they were pleased with what they’d heard.
Shit. This would’ve been easier if they’d hated it.
Forcing a smile, I gave the last of them instructions for getting back out of the building before I shut the door to the room behind them. Turning, I found Mr. Maslow gathering up the remaining packet on the table.
“That seemed to go very well, sir.”
He glanced up at me, but his expression was distracted. “Yes, I believe so. Are you good to clean up? Fiona could give you a hand if you need it.”
I shook my head. “No, I think I can manage.”
“Good. I’ll be out of the office the rest of the day making site visits. Please make sure my calendar is updated and manage any phone calls that come in. There are detailed instructions on your computer for both tasks.”
I blinked, confused by his detached tone. I hadn’t known what to expect from him once the meeting ended, but I hadn’t thought he’d abandon me to my own devices
Anger unfurled within me, but I kept my temper in check, and plastered a polite, but cool smile on my face.
“Absolutely, sir.”
He moved past me toward the door with a quick nod. “I’ll see you in the morning, Ms. Rivers. Don’t be late.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then he was gone, the door shutting behind him with a loud click. I let out a snarl of frustration.
“Motherfucker.” Turning my back on the door, I began cleaning up the room, my mind buzzing.
Dmitry Maslow liked punishment so damn much? It was about time he got a taste of his own medicine.
9
Winter
My plan to get a little revenge on Mr. Maslow didn’t end up being as easy as I thought it would be. He proved a rather difficult man to torment. Nothing I did seemed to shake him, and though it was out of character for me, I did plenty.
I wore pencil skirts that were tight across my ass and blouses unbuttoned enough to show off the slightest hint of cleavage to tempt him. I brushed up against him when I could pretend the contact was an accident. I called him sir with coy little smiles and then pretended to be shy. I pulled out all the stops to subtly flirt and tease him.
In my imagination, he would be driven beyond control and try to touch me or tell me that he couldn’t stand it anymore and he had to have me. I’d boldly reject him with a flip of my hair and march from his office, swaying my hips and throwing my middle finger into the air as I left without a backwards glance.
Yet, that never happened.
It was like I was invisible, apart from those times he needed me to work on a task or
assist with a project. We continued to work on the plans for McAllister Holdings, though we had yet to be offered the contract. I still made notes and memorized everything I could about the plans, but it was growing more and more difficult for me to focus on my espionage mission. Maslow was icing me out. He spoke to me in clipped, professional tones, and when he looked at me, there was no heat in his eyes. No hunger. No lust.
Nothing.
It was almost as if our previous encounters had never happened.
Like he wasn’t attracted to me anymore.
For the next few weeks, this strange new dynamic played out between us. Me trying with all my might to get his attention. Him acting as though I barely existed.
It was infuriating.
At the end of the third week, I sat at my desk, tapping my pen against its surface as I mulled over my situation. Logically, I knew I should’ve been grateful for the change. It was better, really, if the boss I was spying on didn’t throw me over his knee to spank me when I was bad or touch me to mind-shattering orgasms in conference rooms when I was good. If he didn’t like me, then he couldn’t tempt me, and betraying his trust wouldn’t fill me with so much guilt.
Except, I wasn’t grateful. I was pissed, and so horny I’d started masturbating every night before bed to take the edge off.
His distance was driving me insane. Every time he looked at me with his emotionless, icy gaze, or spoke to me in that goddamn monotone, I wanted to scream. He couldn’t give me the greatest pleasure of my life, then withdraw from me as though it didn’t matter.
It did matter! It mattered a whole fucking lot!
Slamming my pen onto my desk, I shoved to my feet with a growl.
Enough! He can’t just pretend I don’t matter. He can’t just pretend nothing happened between us!
He couldn’t just keep ignoring me.
Fueled by my burning rage, I stormed to his office door, shoving it open without knocking. He glanced up at me as I marched to his desk, but he didn’t appear fazed by my sudden intrusion.
“Ms. Rivers. What can I help you with?”
I came to a stop and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at him.
“Mr. Maslow, I need to make an official complaint.”
He sat back in his chair and arched a dark eyebrow, but his expression was almost bored. “Oh? What kind of complaint?”
I clenched my fists at his calm tone. “I’d like to file a complaint about my asshole boss,” I spat.
Had he tensed ever so slightly at my words?
“Ms. Rivers, if you have an issue with me, you are free to go to HR with your concerns.”
I gnashed my teeth. “I’d rather just deal with you directly.”
His nostrils flared. “Indeed?”
The note of warning in his voice sent a thrill rushing through me.
Finally! A reaction!
Moving so I could place my hands flat on his desk, I leaned over to glare at him.
“You’ve been acting like a pompous dick ever since the meeting with the McAllister reps. Pretending like I don’t exist unless you need me for some stupid, menial task. Pretending as if … as if …”
I couldn’t force the words out, and my cheeks heated with embarrassment.
Damn it, Winter. Now isn’t the time for modesty!
“As if, what, Ms. Rivers?” His voice was low and dangerous, and his beautiful eyes flashed with fury.
My heart hammered in her chest, and I suddenly regretted my rashness. I’d wanted to provoke him into showing some kind of emotion other than disinterest.
I really should be more careful what I wished for.
Still, I’d started down this path willingly. There was no turning back now.
Gulping, I managed to choke out, “As if you didn’t spank my ass so hard, I couldn’t sit right for days. As if you didn’t give me the most mind-numbing orgasm of my life. As if you didn’t cum all over my thighs like a beast marking his territory and call me beautiful in Russian and look at me like you wanted to rip all my clothes off.”
Mr. Maslow stared at me with an unreadable expression. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or aroused. Perhaps both? The possibility frightened and excited me all at once. Would he punish me for my tirade?
Dear God, why did that thought make me so wet?
After what felt like hours, but was in truth a mere handful of minutes, Mr. Maslow pushed from his chair and stalked around his desk without a word. His jaw was clenched. His eyes dark as he glared down at me. But his gait? It was … relaxed. He slid one hand into his pants pocket and let his other swing loose at his side. My heart hammered as he neared, and I couldn’t break my gaze from his, no matter how much his scrutiny and sheer size unnerved me.
He stopped when he stood directly in front of me. I tensed when his hand reached out and he tilted my chin up with a surprisingly gentle touch.
“You’ve a smart mouth, Ms. Rivers,” he said in a low, rumbling tone. “You need to be taught to control it.” I gasped when he suddenly ran his thumb over my mouth, tugging my bottom lip down and smearing my pink lipstick.
“On your knees, Ms. Rivers. Now.”
10
Dmitry
This woman was making me lose my fucking mind.
For weeks, I’d endured her teasing and tormenting. It had taken every ounce of willpower not to grab her and fuck her every time she walked into my office in her tight, sexy little outfits, or intentionally bent over so her ass or tits were in my face. Ms. Rivers may not be a practiced temptress, but she had enough ability and natural appeal that she’d made my life a living hell. I’d refused to respond to her. To give into her game. She was not the one in command here.
I was.
It wasn’t just my desire to assert my dominance over her that had kept me from touching her. As promised, Ivan had delivered the information on her two weeks ago. The results had been … surprising. And troubling. I had needed time to process and rethink my plans. My desire for her hadn’t lessened, but I needed to uncover more about her true motivations for working for me. If I let myself grow too distracted because I was fucking her morning, noon, and night, I might leave myself, and my company, vulnerable to attack.
But then she’d stormed into my office in a glorious fury and lashed me with her defiant words and accusations.
I’d been startled and furious but also impressed by her boldness. No one had ever spoken to me that way before. No one had ever challenged me as she did. No one had ever aroused me to the point of madness like she did.
My control had snapped at last, and the urge to punish her for her insolence had driven me to her. I tugged at her lip as I held her chin in a firm grip.
“Do not make me repeat myself, Ms. Rivers,” I growled when she didn’t immediately obey my command. At my warning, her eyes flashed with dark delight and she slowly slid to the floor before me. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she stared up at me.
Fuck. This woman is perfect.
Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I undid my belt, then the button and zipper of my suit pants. Her hands lifted to touch me, but I shook his head.
“No. Place your palms flat on your thighs, and do not move them. If you need me to stop, you will hit the side of my hip twice. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I lowered my pants and boxer-briefs just enough to allow me to pull out my cock. I was already so hard and primed, the thick head glistened with pre-cum. To withstand her teasing the past few weeks, I’d been forced to jack off several times a day while fantasizing about her, but it was never enough. I’d never felt truly satisfied.
I hated how much I had come to crave her, and I knew it would never be enough until I properly fucked her. Even then, I feared I would still be mad for her.
Wrapping my hand around my erection, I guided the tip to her perfect lips.
“Open, krasavitsa,” I growled, and her chest heaved at the endearment. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth so you wi
ll learn to watch what comes out of it.”
She licked her lips, her expression eager, and my cock jerked in response. Her jaw fell open and her tongue snuck out to lick at the slit in my cockhead. With my free hand, I gripped the tight bun she wore her hair in and held her still as I fed my dick slowly into her mouth. Her lips clamped around me and she moaned as if she were tasting something delicious.
This won’t last long, I thought desperately as the vibrations from her small noises shot through my cock and up my spine.
Holding her steady, I began to slowly pump in and out of her mouth, keeping my thrusts shallow so I wouldn’t gag her. Not right away, anyway. She licked and sucked at me in abandon, her eyes glazed with lust as she stared up at me. I saw her fingers curl into her skirt as she fought to obey my earlier command not to touch me. Her cleavage jiggled and swayed as I increased my pace, and I realized I had yet to see her tits free and bare.
“Unbutton your blouse,” I ordered. “Show me those gorgeous tits.”
She immediately went to work undoing her shirt. When it was open, she pulled her bra-cups down beneath her breasts, so the creamy mounds were pushed up and put on display for me. Her little pink nipples were hard, and a perfect contrast to her smooth pale skin.
“Touch yourself, krasavitsa.”
She cupped her tits and then plucked at her nipples for me. She moaned again, her eyes fluttering together as she arched her back and filled her hands. She was so beautiful like this. Open and vulnerable. She let me use her how I pleased without hesitation, not fully realizing how her trust fucked with me. She obeyed my commands because she knew I wouldn’t hurt her. That I only wanted to bring us both pleasure. Winter Rivers was a rare woman, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have had her delivered to me almost on a silver platter.