Compared to the women that she knew he had around him, Karina would go as far as to call herself frumpy.
She certainly wasn’t a size zero. No, compared to the models she knew he’d dated, her size sixteen frame was overweight. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she tried to seem unaffected by him, but she honestly didn’t know if he saw right through that.
God, you have problems.
He was still staring at her as he drank his coffee, and she didn’t know whether to leave or stay. He had no problems barking out orders, and usually when he was finished with his staff he made sure to tell them to leave, in so many words.
Did he want something else from her? Was he seriously pissed she was ten minutes late?
To some it would seem ridiculous, but in the world he lived in, where time was literally money, she supposed she could see why things being late made him upset.
“Is there anything else you need from me, Sir?” She had her hands behind her back, her fingers twisted together. She was even still wearing her jacket because she’d rushed up here with his coffee and pastries to make sure she wasn’t any later.
He set the cup down and moved behind his desk to take a seat, all the while watching her intensely. Karina swallowed, the silence between them thick, heavy.
“No, that’s all for now, Karina.”
The way he said her name always had goosebumps moving along her arms. His voice was so deep, with a slight huskiness to it that had her thinking really inappropriate thoughts most of the time.
“If you need me I’ll be filing, Sir.”
“Sir” was the title he’d asked her to use shortly after she started working for him. It was also the title no one else called him. The rest of his staff used Mr. Port, and only his closest friends and associates called him by his given name.
No, she was the only one asked to call him Sir.
She turned and left, not showing emotions, and only breathing out when she got to the file room. There was something darkly engrossing about him, and she didn’t know why he was the one to bring out this arousal and this crazy sexuality within her.
It frightened her to a point, but also turned her on like nothing else she’d ever experienced.
2
Viktor stared at the doors long after the closed, the scent of Karina still surrounding him. He picked up his cup and took another drink. His dick was hard like a fucking piece of granite, pressed to his zipper, and his balls drawn up tight.
He was a sick fucker for the things he thought about doing to her, to the images that he allowed to play in his head. Hell, he’d been thinking about ripping her skirt off and pushing her over his desk so he could fuck her until she was sore and filled with his cum.
Yeah, he’d been thinking about that, envisioning it as she stood on the other side of his desk, acting so fucking submissive it made his blood beat in his ears.
He’d wanted her from the moment he hired her. She certainly wasn’t the type of woman he normally went after, which were the confident, experienced women that had no problem submitting to a man like him. But Karina was a natural submissive.
She only spoke to him when addressed, her whole demeanor screaming acceptance of everything he said.
She obeyed him without a fault, and despite the fact it was her job to do what he said, Viktor still got fucking hard every time she called him “Sir.”
This sick, he’d even say perverted, part of him loved that she had to obey him. He supposed she could have told him to fuck off with all of his demands, but she was naturally compliant, genuinely timid, and he loved it, got hard from it.
For the last year, since she’d been working for him, it was her image that Viktor had been jerking off to.
He had women at his feet, could screw a different female every night if he decided to, but he wasn’t going to lie about what he wanted from Karina.
He’d grown obsessed with her, plain and simple, and he knew until he had her in his bed, under him, and submitting to him, he wouldn’t be able to get over this need he had churning inside of him. He just didn’t know when he’d be able to coax her, show her that being with him wasn’t the worst mistake she’d ever make.
And he wasn’t sure enough of himself and what he wanted to say without a doubt actually having her would dim the obsession.
No, he even thought it might make it worse. She’d grown to be on his every thought, fill his every fantasy, and it made him pissed because he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.