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“Then he won’t let you on the dungeon floor. He might make an exception about the lounge if you wore something really sexy and short, but fet… I hear fet wear only is the rule for the play and scene areas. And again, I’m taking the fifth.”
“Yeah, I’m beginning to think we need to have a long talk tomorrow. I should be there shortly. Anything else I should know?”
“You might want to stop at Anabelle’s. Tell her you’re going to the club. Have her fix your hair and see about maybe doing a little wax work down below.”
“I just went through that torture a couple of weeks ago.”
“It’s been more like a month, and Dom’s can be really fussy about that kind of thing… or so I’ve read,” said Kendra.
Emerson rolled her eyes. What the hell had Kendra and Tegan been up to? Emerson no longer believed they had just been going to the movies lately.
When she pulled into the parking lot in front of Anabelle’s, she realized either Kendra or Tegan must have called her. Anabelle stood outside the front door, waiting. Granted she was vaping, but Emerson was pretty sure she was waiting.
“I’m so sorry to drop in like this,” apologized Emerson as she got out of her truck.
“No need to apologize. I’d have been pissed if you’d gone anywhere else. Now, let me lock up and you and I will go in the back.” Once they were in the private spa area, Anabelle looked at her nails and feet. “Thank god those look good…” she sniffed Emerson’s hair, “… and your hair is clean. Once we get everything else done, I’ll style it for you. Get out of your clothes. We’ll touch up your underarms and legs, but we need to do something with that bush. Some guys like soft curls. I have no idea what Romanov demands, so we’ll do something in the middle.”
“Are you talking about taking hot wax to my privates?”
Anabelle smiled. Just how much power did Viktor Romanov have? People seemed to be falling all over themselves to help her get ready, including her two sisters. Why did she suddenly feel like a lamb being prepared for slaughter?
VIKTOR
Viktor was waiting for Emerson to be shown to his office, swirling his scotch in a heavy crystal tumbler. As he had suspected she might, she had the vase, his great-great-grandmother’s parasol and the box from Bare Bones with her when she arrived.
“Seriously?” she started, without waiting for any other greeting.
He reminded himself this was all new to her, but if she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself with a warm, red bottom before much else happened. He’d taken the liberty of having a contract prepared. They would need to go over hard and soft limits, but Viktor meant to see she signed it and planned to have her back in the club as his submissive by this time tomorrow.
“Damn, and people think I’m an arrogant sonofabitch. You sent Emerson Ravenel a corset from Bare Bones?” Sterling Cavanaugh had chided him earlier. “You just met the girl last night.”
“And I’ve long passed the Viagra warning. She’s fiery and responsive. She’s lucky I didn’t have at her at lunch.”
“This isn’t Russia, Viktor, and you’re not the tzar. It’s not even London or Paris. This is fucking Charleston. You can’t act on your baser instincts…”
“Says the man who has very neatly trapped her sister into getting involved with the lifestyle and him.”
“Do as I say, asshole, not as I do.”
Sterling had meant well, but Viktor had no intention of taking advice on relationships or BDSM from him. He turned his attention back to Emerson. Standing, he walked over to her. He could see she wanted to run or at least back away, but she stood her ground. Good. She had no need to be afraid of him—well, not in a permanent sort of way, at least, but he rather imagined playing on her fears and fucking with her head would be almost as satisfying as fucking her pussy, her mouth, or in time her sweet ass.
If she could initiate a conversation without saying more than a single word, he could do her one better and not use any language at all. He cupped her head with one hand, sinking his fist into her gorgeous ginger mane. His lips came down on hers, silencing her protest as he dragged her close, letting his cock throb between them. He planned on having her in this office in a myriad of ways. It might not be tonight, but tomorrow, after she’d signed the contract and had the standard ‘cooling off’ time, he would have her on her knees and sucking his cock.
His mouth found hers and he dominated the kiss, overwhelming her. His tongue surged inside in a pale imitation of what his cock was going to do. He’d be on her day and night, fucking as often and in as many ways as he liked. She would be his, and he didn’t give a damn what Sterling, Niall, her sisters, or anyone else thought. He would make a deal with Fitzwallace: he would leave the girl to Viktor, and Viktor would give him what he wanted, heading up the blacker ops for Cerberus.
Viktor could feel and smell the uptick in her arousal. She was soft and warm against him. Maybe it was best she hadn’t put on the corset. Not only would he be the first one to see her in it, but he could also lace her into it himself. Yes, maybe that would be a rule: only he was allowed to lace her in or out of all the exquisite corsets he meant to buy her.
He lifted his head. “Was there something you wanted to say, malenkaya?”
She looked up at him with a dazed and dumbfounded expression on her face and then shook her head.
“Good, then I will have the parasol and vase returned to my car and driver, and we will say no more about it.”
Fisting her hair, he dragged her over to his desk and used the intercom to call down to the security guard. When he arrived, Viktor directed the guard to put the two items back in the car. He never released her. She squirmed a little when the guard walked in but stopped when Viktor flexed his fingers, tightening his grip and tugging a bit on her scalp.
When the security guard left, Viktor released her, took the box from her hand and set it down on his desk. Opening it, he drew out the custom-designed corset of midnight blue with an exquisite metallic Solstiss, a kind of fine, French Leavers lace. It was double layered with bobbinet tulle and black silk, all hand-stitched and finished to perfection.
“I see Melanie did right by you. It is sublime. Before you put it on, you will strip for me and turn around slowly.”
