Aurora
“When are you going to find a new guard for me?” I asked.
It was three days since the banquet, and rather than be at home bored out of my mind, I sat in his office, staring out the large window overlooking the city. So many people were milling about, none of them realizing how lucky they had it. Three days Slavik kept me by his side, and it wasn’t a problem being around him. I liked it, and that was the issue for me. I started to enjoy his company.
This morning, I woke up to him still in bed. Rather than try to escape, I watched him sleep. I was turning into a weird kind of stalker and that was what scared me. Slavik was my husband. A man I’d spent an equal time hating and fantasizing about.
“I haven’t looked into another guard yet. There have been other things on my mind.”
Spinning around from the window, I moved toward his desk. “Like what?”
“You think this world you live in comes for free?” he asked.
“No. I know it comes from the blood of the innocent.”
“Does it bother you?”
I stared at him and nodded. “Yes. It always does, but other than being a good person, I can’t do anything about it.”
“And writing exceedingly large checks?”
I move away from his desk. At the banquet, I put a lot of money in a children’s charity. “You saw that,” I said.
“I got an alert from the bank when they tried to cash it.”
“Right,” I said. “Did you allow it to go through?”
“It was a large amount and would be useful for a tax break. I didn’t see the problem. It went through.”
“Thank you.”
“The real question, Aurora, is what you are going to do for that check.”
I frowned. “What do you want from me?”
He reached out, clasping my wrist, and I followed his direction as he tugged me toward him. I stood between his chair and the desk. His thumb stroked my inner wrist. “You look pretty today.”
I wore a pair of designer jeans and a crop top with one of his shirts over the top. Not a big deal. I’d seen his shirt in the closet and I hadn’t expected it to fit. I didn’t have the first clue why I even decided to reach for his clothing as it wasn’t like I needed him to surround me. I’d started to realize Slavik wasn’t an awful man, at least not all the time. He was downright dangerous and anyone who made an enemy out of him, I’d advise them to run for the hills, but in everything else, there was no danger, at least I couldn’t see one. The rules were pretty simple. Stay on his good side or risk being killed. I opted to stay on his good side.
“Thank you.”
It was a nice compliment. One I rarely got and rather than believe he lied, I smiled.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
He let go of my wrist and began to finger the base of my shirt. “You took this.”
“Borrowed. I’ll get it washed and return it.”
“I like it.” He started to unbutton the shirt.
After overhearing the conversation with Ivan, I couldn’t help but wonder if he did this out of desire or duty. The last thing I wanted to be was a duty.
The shirt fell to the floor as he stood, pushing it off my shoulders. He took the straps of the crop top and slid them down my arms until they were underneath my bra. The catch was around the back, and Slavik had to be an expert as with the flick of his fingers, the bra was on the floor.
My mouth went dry.
He cupped my tits, pressing them together as both his thumbs teased across my nipples. Each strike had an answering pulse between my thighs.
He closed the distance between us, taking one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, reaching back to grasp the edge of the desk as he used his teeth. I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop the pleasure, but it was no good.
Slavik let go and cupped me between the thighs. Even though I wore jeans, he knew the right moves to touch me, and I couldn’t hold back my moan of pleasure.
He worked at the button and zipper of my jeans, the sounds filling the room as he pushed them down my thighs until they got to my knees. He stopped sucking at my tits to peel them off my body, and other than the shirt around my waist, I stood naked.
In quick easy moves, he had me sitting on the desk, legs wide, and his fingers teased my pussy. His expert fingers stroked from my entrance up to my clit.
“So wet. Exactly how I like you.”
His words shouldn’t affect me, but they did. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was pleasing him. I’d become a sucker, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. Each stroke across my nub got me closer to that delicious peak.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice gruff. The demand easy to detect.
I opened my eyes, staring at him as he brought me closer to orgasm.
Slavik was the one in control. He wasn’t in any rush. My release began to build, but he slowed the pace down, giving me chance to enjoy it. Each time I tried to close my eyes, he’d stop touching me.
He drove me crazy until I finally gave him all the attention he needed.
“Now, look between your legs,” he said.
I wanted to disobey him, but I also didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. I loved it.