He points to the bag. “There’s the food.” Then, he lifts my dress and cups my pussy.
“And here’s my dessert.” I feel wetness pooling between my thighs. Maxim smirks at my instant reaction to him and runs a finger up my leg past the edge of my dress. His finger finds my entrance, and he drives one straight to my core. My back arches and a moan escapes my lips. He removes his fingers, raises them to his lips, and sucks them. “Fucking delicious.”
He kisses the crown of my head and sits in the chair across from me. He sets out the food for us while I fix myself. This fucker got me all hot and bothered. He can’t come in here, turn me on, and not do anything about it after. Turning to face him, I clear my throat to get his attention. Then he looks up at me with that damn smile that has his dimples on full display. Fucking dimples are going to be the end of me.
“Yes, krasavitsa?”
“If you’re not planning to rectify the situation between my legs, I suggest you leave.” I point to the door.
His deep ocean-blue eyes are on me.
“Oh, I plan to. On my terms.”
He points to my food and starts eating his. I eat because I don’t like wasting food. But god, I’m hungry for something else. We stay silent for the rest of the meal. When Maxim finishes, he gets up and starts walking out the door. By the time I get up and follow after him, he’s already gone. Fucking asshole.
The rest of the day passes by uneventfully. Maxim texted me a few times throughout the day, but he’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to reply to him after the stunt he pulled earlier.
A knock comes from my office door, breaking me away from my thoughts of Maxim. “Come in.”
Maria pops her head in. “Hey, boss, I'm leaving. Do you need anything before I go?”
“No, I’m fine. Please lock the doors behind you. See you tomorrow.”
A few minutes later, someone opens the door again. “Did you forget something?” I think Maria must have forgotten to tell me something, but when I look up, it is Maxim. I cross my arms over my chest.
“What do you want now?”
He shuts the door behind him and walks to the front of my desk.
“Someone’s a little testy. We should rectify that situation.”
I gulp when I see what Maxim has in his hands. A pair of handcuffs. “What are those for?”
“Fun,” is all he says before leaning over and pushing everything on my desk to the floor.
“What the fuck, Maxim.” He reaches over and shuts me up by placing his hands over my mouth.
“Shut the fuck, my little shlyukha.” I gulp. What has gotten into him, and why is the way he’s talking to me turning me on? Then he reaches into his pocket, and my eyes widen when I see the ball gag. He’s not going to use that on me. My heart starts racing.
He rounds the desk and stands behind me. Leaning down, placing his hand back over my mouth, he whispers, “I’ll do with your body as I see fit, my little shlyukha. You understand?” I only nod because half of me is intrigued.
He pets my head, and I roll my eyes. “Good girl. Now I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth and put the gag in its place. If any noise comes out of your mouth, I will bend you over my knee and smack your ass so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a week from how bruised I’ll leave it. Understood?” Oh, fuck. He’ll do it, too. I'm sure of that. Are you going to let him do this to you, Sophia? A bruised ass can’t be that bad. Can it?
“Such a good, little shlyukha you are for me.” I bite his hand because I can't help myself. I’m not going to make this easy for him. He bends me over my desk, lifts my dress to my waist, and smacks my left cheek so hard that I scream, and a tear rolls down my cheek. His hand is still covering my mouth, so my scream is muffled.
“Behave, or the next one will be even harder. Now, lift your head.” I don't move for a few seconds, trying to calm my racing heart. When I lift my head, Maxim does what he said he would and puts the gag in my mouth. What a strange sensation as a tiny amount of drool slides down my chin.
“I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already drooling for me. This will be fun,” he says, wiping my chin with his thumb.
“Stand up, Sophia.” My body and mind are waging war against each other. One wants to stand up, while the other fights the urge to obey. Maxim grabs my hair and pulls me up.
“Didn't I ask you to stand up, Sophia?” he growls.
“Fuck you,” I say, but it sounds muffled.
He moves the chair out the way and stands behind me. He slowly slides down the zipper of my dress and leaves kisses on my back. When the zipper is down, his hands trail to my shoulders and slide down my dress, letting it hit the floor at my feet. My bra and undies follow suit.
I’m completely naked in my office. A gust of cold wind from the AC turning on hits my nipples, hardening them. Maxim turns me around to face him and sucks one into his mouth, biting it hard, forcing a moan from me. He smacks my ass hard, leaving a stinging sensation behind. I try not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much it hurt.