She slipped her hand in his outstretched one, set her wine glass on the table beside her, and allowed him to pull her in to the hardness of his body. She rested her head on his chest and just let him hold her, both of them swaying back and forth, the music all around them, the atmosphere soft.
It was strange, kind of, given the way they’d had sex, the controlling and powerful persona that came from him, the needs they both seemed to have.
But she liked these dual sides of Viktor because she knew not everyone saw them.
He pulled back so she was forced to look at him, but then leaned down to press his lips to hers. For several seconds they kissed, still swaying, mouths fused. But as the seconds ticked by, the more heated it became, the more demanding.
She grabbed his biceps and clenched her nails into his arms, trying to pull him as close as he could get.
Her body was primed for him, so ready to be fucked, controlled... dominated. She never thought she’d like that in sex, because she’d never had it before Viktor. But now that she’d had a taste, she wanted more.
“Viktor.” She whispered his name. “Sir,” she said on another breath, liking the way calling him the title made her feel, and getting turned on because she knew he liked it as well.
He groaned, ground his erection into her belly, and placed his hand on her lower back, keeping her pressed fully to him.
“I’m burning alive.” How she was even able to form words at this moment was beyond her.
“You want me to help you out with that, baby?” His voice dropped lower, and she sensed that power come from him, the one she’d experienced in the office and at the party.
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you feel good, to make you come?”
She was breathing harder now and forced herself to nod. “God, yes.”
“Then say you’re mine, Karina,” he ordered.
She opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them, and stared into his face, one covered with a hard expression. It was a no brainer on what she wanted to say, on what she wanted with Viktor.
Now that she allowed herself to be open with him, and accepted her feelings, not afraid anymore, she wanted nothing more than to be his in every way imaginable.
“I’m yours, only yours.”
15
They made it into his bedroom, but it had all been a blur because of the touching and kissing, the crude words and the pleasure moving between them.
Now here she was, still fully clothed, shaking, so ready for him and whatever he offered. Karina wanted that shark she’d seen so many times in the office, wanted the man who had brought her to multiple orgasms in just one night.
“Get on your knees, baby.” His voice was hard, full of intent, command.
A shiver worked up her spine, and she got wetter because of his tone, of the fact she wanted to do what he said, submit in the bedroom at all costs. Having him order her to do what he said shouldn’t have made her feel sexy or aroused, but it did, on both accounts, and she wanted more from him.
Karina got to her knees. The carpet was plush, soft. He was silent for so long, just walking around her, before finally stopping a few feet in front of her again.
“Turn around. I want to see you spread for me, show me what I’ll be sampling soon.”
She felt her mouth dry and her pulse race.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asked the question, but the way he sounded told her he already knew that’s what she wanted.
“Yes, Sir.”
He groaned low. “Show me what’s mine.”
Her heart started beating frantically, and she did as he asked. When she was turned around, she got on her hands and knees, feeling her cheeks spread, but her skirt and panties still blocking his view. She wanted for him to command her to do more.
“Keep your ass high in the air, and lift your skirt over your hips, but keep those sweet little panties on.”
She could hear him breathing harder, faster, a sign he was almost to his breaking point, too. Lifting up her skirt and spreading her legs impossibly wider, she felt her muscles pull and stretch, but she liked the burn.
He groaned again. “I bet you’re so fucking ready for me, Karina, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded, not able to speak.
“Is your pussy all red and wet? Do you want my dick in you?” Again, she nodded.
“Turn back around.”
She obeyed instantly.
“I want you to come to me on your hands and knees, baby. I want you to show me how far you’re willing to go.”
She was more aroused than she ever had been. Maybe something was wrong with her for wanting this, for wanting to obey him? Getting on her hands, she took a steadying breath and started to move toward him. The floor was soft as she moved closer to him, her focus on him.