Chapter 17
Dmitri
Just like I expected when I got into our usual room in the hotel that was slated for our meeting, she’d laid on the bed with a white robe on and her hair dripping wet as if she just had a shower.
She raised her champagne flute in the air and tilted it slightly. “Cheers, Mr Mikhailov, I thought you had changed your mind,” She smirked and glanced at the clock.
I took off my jacket and advanced toward the bed, suddenly feeling tired. I sank onto it and rested my head against the headboard.
“There’s nothing else that could have changed my mind,” I admitted because it was the truth.
My home was a mess and I wasn’t ready to fix it. All I needed was some sort of distraction and I was glad that I was getting it.
She nodded, dropped the champagne flute on the bed stand and crawled toward me. The rope that held the robe together loosened and her breasts dangled before my eyes.
The sight was alluring and arousing and instantly I felt my third member twitch.
She peered into my eyes and shook her head, clicking her tongue with disappointment while she straddled me. “When are you going to show me your face, Dmitri? I’ve been with you for three years and I don’t even know what you look like. That’s quite unfair,”
“Well, I’m not ready to show that part of my body to the world yet so you’ll have to make do with what you have or you’ll get nothing at all,” I replied, grappling her ass through the robe.
She shut her eyes and dragged in a deep breath. “It’s still unfair, though,” She muttered.
“Don’t complain,” I ordered curtly.
“Yes, boss,” She winked at me, biting her lower lip seductively. “So tell me, why did you suddenly remember me after going on hiatus for over a month now? I’m a woman with needs, you know,” She fiddled with the upper button of my white shirt. “You shouldn’t just starve me like that and disappear, and you know that no man can handle me the way you do,”
I cocked my head to the side and took the robe off her body. Just like I wanted, she had no undies on. Not even a thong.
“Are you being truthful or do you just want to flatter me?”
“Both. Is it working?” She chuckled.
I shrugged and grabbed her hair. “Go on your knees and give me a blow job,”
She raised her eyelids, her brow climbing her forehead in slight confusion and then chagrin. “Oh, that’s what you wanted?”
“I didn’t come here for chit-chat, Margaret, so give me what I want,” I barked and she nodded vigorously, going on her knees.
Though she was my mistress and was quite familiar with me, she knew when to do my bidding without arguing.
Her lips closed around my tip and her warm mouth slid down my shaft till I hit the back of her throat. She gagged and sucked in the air for a second, adjusting to my stretched length.
I didn’t let go of her hair, instead, I tightened my grip on it while her head bobbed up and down on me. Her teeth grazed my veins and a ticklish sensation rode through me.
Wanting to hold onto something else, I reached for her soft and perky breast and fondled it, enjoying how supple it felt on my hands.
Her moans echoed like a gaggle as she tried to balance the pleasure I gave her and the one she gave to me. My orgasm built up with each pump and her skilled tongue twirled around my swollen tip, her saliva forming a pool around my thighs.
My legs shivered as I felt my release drawing close and when she squeezed my balls, stars burst behind my eyelids. I let out a guttural groan while my body tethered over the edge with a mind-blowing orgasm unfurling within me.
She didn’t stop her ministrations until every last wave of my release had dissipated. After that, she dashed into the bathroom while I let out an exhale and cleaned up myself with some wipes.
I’d finally gotten the release I was looking for, but what was this deep hollowness I felt in the pit of my stomach? Why did I still feel empty?
My phone rang, pushing aside the depressing thoughts to the side. I picked up and put the phone on speaker, lacking the energy to place the phone on my ear.
“What’s the matter, Fedor?”
There was a moment of silence as if he was contemplating explaining why he called and I hated it. My patience had stretched thin and any little offense could make the tiny thread holding me together snap.
No one would be able to stand me if that happened.
“Fedor,” My tone rang with impatience.
“She… She fainted,”
I ran my fingers through my hair and clenched my jaw. “What do you mean she fainted? What happened?”
“I think she’s claustrophobic. She had a series of panic attacks and collapsed. We couldn’t do anything to save her because you ordered us not to help her,”
Shit! I slammed my fist against the headboard and sprang to my feet, tossing on my white shirt.
Margaret appeared from the bathroom and stared at me with a puzzled expression. When she saw that I wasn’t responding, she zipped up my pants.
“What’s the matter?” She asked after I dropped my phone aside.
“Something important came up,” I replied with a note of urgency.
Her brows furrowed as she did the last button on my shirt “Business or another woman?”
I’d deliberated on telling her about Ariel but decided against it. She was my mistress and she didn’t need to know anything about my family.
“You don’t need to know,”
“But what about me? I’ve missed you so much and I was expecting us to spend the night together. You know how it used to be,” She whined, giving me some distance.
“That will be next time. I’ll ask my secretary to wire some money to your account. Take a trip or something,” I barreled out of the room, ignoring her disappointed hisses.