On Her Knees (6 page)

“Oh,”
she cried out.

He
smacked her ass again and again,
all the while sucking and licking at her pussy, drawing her orgasm to the
surface. He grunted against her slit, her flavor intoxicating, addictive.
Viktor sucked her clit into his mouth, the little bud engorged from her
pleasure. He moved his tongue back and forth over it, and from the way she
started moaning and panting he knew she was about to come.

He sat up again, grabbed his dick,
and rubbed his cock along her slick folds. After a few seconds of torturing
himself with the pleasure, Viktor positioned himself at her entrance. He
grabbed her hips, lifted her lower body up so she was now on her knees, and
felt his pulse increase.

“Get on your hands and knees,
baby.”

She got into the position he
wanted, and he reached around, grabbed one of her big breasts, and started
pulling and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck me, Viktor,” she said softly,
now looking over her shoulder at him.

There was no more waiting, no more
erotic torture. He brought his palm down on her ass cheek several times. Viktor
grabbed the root of his cock, placed the tip at her pussy hole, and thrust into
her in a smooth, even move. She buried her face in the mattress.

Taking hold of her hips in his
hands, he started going in and out of her, fucking her hard enough he couldn’t
even see straight. The ecstasy started at the base of his spine, and slowly
moved upward, taking control of every part of him. Sweat covered his body,
grunts came from him on their own, and he knew this orgasm would put every
other one prior to shame.

He moved his hand to the length of
her spine and slid his fingers up and down the slight indentation.

“I’ve wanted you for a long fucking
time, Karina baby.” He thrust inside of her so deeply her hands slid up on the
bed and she made a high-pitched mewling noise. He slammed into her again, held
onto her hips tighter, his fingers pressed so deep into her skin he knew there
would be bruises, and he fucked her like he’d never fucked a woman before.

He owned her, and the marks would
show that possession. He was going to come, and he was going to explode into
her tight body.

Groaning and squeezing his eyes
shut, he felt her milk him and knew she was having another orgasm. He came in
her, filling her pussy with his hot
jizz
, pumping it
deep into her, and feeling the strength sucked out of him.

When his orgasm ended he pulled out
of her clenching body, and stayed on his knees behind her just watching his cum
slip from her cunt. The white spunk slipped down her pussy lips and dripped
onto the sheets.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Viktor finally collapsed on the bed
beside her, and turned his head to look at her. She was now on her belly, her
arms out in front of her, her eyes closed. The perspiration was glossed over
her, making her flesh almost seemed shimmery in appearance. It was hot as hell.
He reached out and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead, and she
slowly opened her eyes.

“You wore me out.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that
came from him.

“Yeah, well you drained me fucking
dry.” He was crude with his words, but her smile told him she didn’t care.

“I could fall asleep right now,”
she said in a sleepy voice.

He cupped her cheek, smoothed his
thumb over her bottom lip, and couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss her.

“Then sleep, baby.”

Karina closed her eyes, and he
pulled the blankets over them. He lay there, hearing her breathe, knowing she’d
fallen asleep, and realizing this woman had changed something in him with just
one night. He’d never be the same, and how fucking incredible, if not insane,
was that?

Chapter Seven

Karina slowly woke, but before her
eyes were even open she knew she was alone. She lay there, staring at the
ceiling in Viktor’s bedroom, hearing the clock on the bedside table ticking off
the time, and remembering everything about last night.

She was on her back, and smoothed
her hands outward, feeling the chilled sheets along her skin, and closing her
eyes at the memories, the soreness between her thighs, and the scent of Viktor
touched every part of her, filled every sense.

She stayed like that for a few
seconds, and when she opened her eyes and sat up, she looked around the room.
Everything was neat and in order, exactly how she expected it to be. But last
night she’d only vaguely glanced at her surroundings, her body and mind so
wound up, so in tune to Viktor that nothing else had mattered.

It was then that she saw a slip of
paper on Viktor’s pillow. It seemed kind of cliché, but she found herself
holding her breath, not sure what the note would say. Clearly he wasn’t home,
but kicking her out didn’t mean he had to be here, either.

Had
a conference call. Sorry to leave, but didn’t want to wake you. A car will take
you to La
Terrice
at eleven and take you to have
brunch with me.

Not
about to end this, Karina.

-Viktor

Her hand started to shake on its
own as she reread the letter several times. She was honestly surprised, because
no matter what he said, which could have been done because of the heat of the
moment, she’d thought this would be a onetime thing. She was not like the women
he’d been with, and because of that, and the fact she was his employee, Karina
just assumed he’d said those things because he’d wanted her in his bed. The
nightmare of the morning after had briefly filtered through her mind, and the
awkwardness of seeing him, maybe experiencing his rejection, of course consumed
her, especially when first waking.

But it didn’t turn out that way.

No, and that made this even
stranger. Still, she was excited about the prospect of having lunch with him,
of seeing exactly what his plans were, his thoughts, for all of this.

Her
thoughts and plans? She had none,
because she hadn’t ever seen it going this far.

Getting out of bed, Karina was
about to slip on her dress from last night, when she saw a white box with a red
bow sitting on the dresser. Walking up to it, she took out the little card, and
opened it.

Wear
this for me, Karina.

-Viktor

Her heart was thundering. Inside
were a cashmere sweater tunic, black leggings, undergarments, and a pair of
leather boots.

Holy
shit.

She took the tunic out, the
material soft and obviously very expensive. She couldn’t accept these items,
not when she knew this had to cost a lot, and she’d just slept with her boss.
But did she really want to go to brunch in her evening gown? She looked at the
time, didn’t have enough time to go home, and told herself she’d use the
clothes he left and figure out how to repay him for them.

She didn’t know how this whole
experience would play out, but a part of her hoped it would go this well up
until the end. That was either very optimistic of her, or very naive.

****

Viktor had arrived at the
restaurant ten minutes ago, and he expected Karina here any moment, that is, if
she even showed up. She had no reason to see him further, because for all he
knew she didn’t want anything from him. Her desire and pleasure was genuine
last night, but the fact he’d had to leave her in his bed to handle business,
and the fact he was her employer, might scare her off. But he needed to talk to
her about all of this and about what he wanted from her.

He leaned back in the chair and
stared at the front entrance, not accustomed to the nerves wracking him. He
wanted to see her walk through the doors, wanted to see her wearing the
clothing he’d left for her. But it might be awkward for her, to say the least.
She was an intelligent woman, and common sense might dictate that she stop this
before it even started. But he couldn’t let her walk away, because even after
he’d fucked her still wanted her like a fiend.

In the early morning hours before
he’d left, he’d just lain there running his fingers through the soft, long
tendrils of her hair. She’d looked so peaceful and well fucked in that moment,
and he felt something inside of him tighten at the sight. He couldn’t say he
loved her, but he could say that after the year of seeing her daily, the
emotions that she evoked, when she didn’t even know it, told him he did care
for her. He’d fought it for too long, and he was done with that. He was getting
too old to ignore something that felt so good and right, and Karina made him
feel those things and more.

He saw the Lincoln Town car pull up
to the curb, and Viktor straightened in his seat. The driver got out and walked
around the car to open the back passenger side door. When Viktor saw Karina
exit the vehicle everything in him hardened, came alert, and the remembrance of
last night played through his head.

The outfit she was wearing was what
he’d had one of his assistants get for her before the sun had even risen. Being
who he was had many perks, and that included businesses opening for him at any
given hour. He was glad he’d been able to take advantage of that, because
seeing Karina in the clothes he’d picked out for her made everything in him
growl in approval.

She stopped and looked at the
restaurant for a second, not moving, her nervousness clear in her posture and
the expression she wore. She finally came inside, and Viktor found himself
standing. Their gazes locked for a second, and she finally started moving
toward him.

When she was standing a foot from
him, he reached out and grabbed her hand, lifted it to his mouth, and kissed
the inside of her wrist while holding her gaze with his. He could feel the
rapid beat of her pulse right under his lips. He saw her pupils dilate, the
blackness eating up the color. Her lips were parted, her focus on his mouth. He
pulled back and held the seat out for her. Once they were both seated he
motioned for the waiter to take their order. After they ordered he leaned back
in his seat again and wondered if he should just start right in, or give her a
moment to get her thoughts.

“Thank you for the outfit, but can
I ask why you bought the clothes for me?” She was fidgeting with her napkin,
and he reached out and placed his hand on top of hers.

“Because I wanted to have lunch
with you, and I didn’t think you’d want to wear your formal gown.” He smirked.
“And because I liked the idea of you wearing what I’d bought you.”

Her cheeks turned pink at his
comment.

He might have said things last
night, things that should have let her know that he wanted her for more than
just a fuck, but Viktor would make sure Karina knew exactly how he felt. Viktor
was going to make sure Karina knew she was the one he wanted. She just had to
give him a chance.

“I’m just going to get right to it,
Karina.”

She nodded, and he saw the way her
throat worked as she swallowed.

“Last night wasn’t just about
fucking you.” He noticed the way she glanced around and how her cheeks turned
red. Clearly his coarse language embarrassed her, and he couldn’t help but
chuckle. “I won’t mince words with you, Karina.” She was looking at him again,
and when she nodded he tightened his hold on her hand, making sure she knew
this was real. “Last night was the start of something. I know I can’t be the
only one that feels this strongly.”

Tell
me I’m not the only one.

For as commanding and powerful
Viktor had to be when he was in the office or negotiating terms in the
boardroom, he realized when it came to Karina she was in control, whether she
knew it or not. He hadn’t expected things to turn out this way, but now that
he’d had her he couldn’t let her go. He had to make her see being with him was
what was meant to be.

“I want more than just the one
night.”

She took her hands from his and
placed them in her lap, looking down. He didn’t rush her, because he knew this
was probably a big fucking surprise to her. They’d had sex last night, and she
was probably still reeling about that. He was, after all, her employer, and
that made what they had done, what he wanted with her, crossing a line. But he
didn’t give a fuck. After having Karina he knew he’d cross any damn line just
to be with her.

“Say something, baby.” He dropped
his voice lower and didn’t like the fact he felt so on edge. Waiting to hear
how she’d respond was hell.

She finally looked up at him again
after what felt like forever, and he saw the uncertainty in her face. “I do
want you, Viktor.”

That had his heart beating faster,
had his palms starting to sweat, and all he wanted to do was pull her onto his
lap and kiss her senseless in front of everyone. He’d never been the
sentimental type, never given a fuck about anything that didn’t make him money
in the long run. That was what his life had been about for as long as he could
remember: furthering his career and gaining respect. But when he looked at
Karina something in him shifted. He didn’t feel so selfish, because pleasing
her, making her happy took the forefront. It was fucking crazy to him, as well,
given the fact that although they’d been in each other’s company for the last
year, one night could shape this moment so drastically.

“But as much as I want you, I am
afraid, too, Viktor.”

And just like that his heart
stopped. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, Karina.”

She shook her head and closed her
eyes for a second. “I’m afraid of what I feel, of what others may say. Being
with you is so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and that’s so
good, Viktor. But this is also so sudden, and I’m confused.” She was looking at
the outfit he’d gotten her, smoothing her fingertips over the material, and he
knew if he didn’t give her time he’d push her away, and getting her to come
around might be the hardest obstacle he’d ever tried to overcome.

“I don’t want you afraid or unsure
about this. Your job is secure no matter you decide, but I want to let you know
giving me a chance might not be the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.” He held
her gaze for a second before continuing. “I want you to have as much time as
you need, and to decide what
you
want. I won’t rush or push you, Karina. I wanted you to know where I stand and
what I want. I’ll be here when you make your decision, no matter what that may
be.”

God,
this will be the longest wait I’ve ever experienced.

But letting her come to her own
decision was what he wanted, and what she needed to know what was right for
her.