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She thought about remaining silent but realized she had far too many emotions roiling inside her to keep quiet. “I don’t think; I know. You got your rocks off, decided you had better things to do with your evening, and sent your housekeeper to throw me out with the rest of the trash.”
“I did no such thing. I have no idea what Agata said to you, but it was not at my request. I did not know she would be there this afternoon. I will make sure in the future she knows she is to defer to your wishes and treat you with respect. I am sorry for any hurt she caused you.”
Neither of them said anything more for a few miles, but the atmosphere in the Rolls was becoming less charged.
Finally, uncomfortable with the icy silence, she said. “Thank you for that, but I had no way of knowing that.”
“You had a simple way, you could have come to me and asked. Instead, you ran away and then refused to see me.”
“I tend to believe what I see and hear with my own eyes. I don’t always go looking for other explanations.”
“No. You wanted to believe the worst of me. Doing so makes it easier for you to act out of fear and retreat into your fortress.”
Emerson started to come up with a scathing reply and realized he might have a point.
“Twice someone—other than me—has presented you with information that casts me in a less than favorable light, and twice you have believed some anonymous source or someone who said they were speaking for me. In neither instance did you even consider that it might not be true or there might be some other explanation. In neither case did you do any kind of digging to get to the truth.”
She winced. He really was right. She took a deep breath. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. The email was anonymous, and for all I know, Agata might have thought she was doing her job. I suppose I should have at least checked with you. If you’ll accept my apology, I will promise to try and do better in the future.”
“Your apology would be better given on your knees, dushka.”
After a moment of shock, she realized exactly what he wanted—no expected—and the idea kickstarted her libido. She started to slide off the seat.
“No, dushka, apologies of this nature are given to your master in the nude.”
She glanced around nervously. “What if we haven’t finished by the time we get back to your place?”
“Then you will finish with the door open, and others can see how you serve your master. Unless you want that to happen, I suggest you get busy.”
CHAPTER 14
VIKTOR
Emerson pulled her sweater over her head and stripped her sweatpants off, revealing her naked and aroused body. As she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him, she reached up to unfasten his trousers and lift his cock out. It took every ounce of his iron control not to push her onto her back, lift her legs over his shoulders and pound into her like some wild barbarian of old. He wanted her that badly.
He nearly came undone as her mouth hovered over his dick as it rose to meet her lips.
“I’m so sorry, my Master,” she purred.
She was being slightly sarcastic, but he didn’t care. Her tongue flicked out to swirl around the head of his cock, sending flashes of electricity through his whole system. He fisted her hair with one hand, intending to only let her pull back so far. With the other hand, he pushed her hair to one side, grasping it so that he could better see her as her tongue rolled over him. She licked his shaft from the tip all the way to where the root joined his body.
His balls felt heavy and were drawn up close to his body. There was the familiar telltale sizzle at the base of his spine as Emerson used her hand to stroke him, while she licked the pre-cum from his weeping slit. She lapped up all she could find before sucking him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she did so.
Viktor tightened his grip on her head and pulled her up. “I want to be deep inside that pussy of mine when I come. And it does belong to me, doesn’t it, dushka?”
“Yes, Master,” she said as he pulled her into position, straddling his lap.
Taking hold of her hips he pulled her down so that she was impaled on his cock. Emerson threw her head back and cried out. She realized she had misjudged him. Once he was lodged deep, he began to move within her, surging up and deep before pulling back, building the tension between them. His hands roamed freely over her body, playing with her breasts and nipples, but with one hand always on her hips as he pumped into her, controlling her movements as he let her ride him. Emerson rocked her body against his, her inner walls clenching around him with each thrust.
He was close, but so was she. Viktor used his thumb, pressing it hard against her clit in rhythmic circles until she cried out his name, falling forward onto him as her orgasm crashed over her in what felt like a tidal wave of ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure as she called his name. Her walls clamped down, milking his cock as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging her climax. The sound of her pleasure was like the sweetest symphony to Viktor’s ears.
Surging upward a final time, he ground against her with a guttural groan as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his warmth.
Emerson leaned her forehead against his. “I really am sorry, and I will try to do better. You should be able to expect better from me.”
“All is forgiven, dushka. Do not let there be a third time.”
“Yes, Master,” she purred, and he wondered why her taunting way of referring to him as master meant so much more than a submissive simply reciting the words.
