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“You’re close, baby. Don’t you want a pep in your step today?” I tap on the screen. “Think of your favorite little toy from last night. The leather and friction.” I rub against the screen. “How your sweet little pussy begged for more. How you liked it when I slapped it against your sweet little cunt.”
“Fuck,” she says, a mix between mercy and relinquishment.
“You’re so fucking adorable. Don’t you want to come undone again and imagine milking my cock like a good girl? Say it, Elanee.”
“Mhmm.”
“Say it,” I grit.
“Yes.”
Back and forth, I stroke. Another knock on her door.
She tries her hardest to ignore it. I pick up the rhythm watching her face twist and contort as she pushes back into the chair fucking riling me. I want to be there with her now beneath the desk, licking up the mess she is making.
“Fuck,” she grits and slams her hand on the desk.
A smug smile twists my features. “I actually didn’t think I’d enjoy that as much as I did.”
“You’re a prick,” she curses as she tries to fix her hair.
“Keep those on today. I might find myself missing you again.”
“Dmitri, I do not trust you with that thing. There’s no way I’m keeping these on. I have to go.”
The line cuts. As quickly as this place seemed slightly less insufferable, I’m brought back. I want to lose myself in her all over again.
I watch the cameras as she opens the door to her office, evidently flustered as she greets her client.
I close the app. I considered fucking with her, but there’s no way I was going to do any of that when she has another guy sitting across the room from her.
In fact, I didn’t want any male in the office with her alone. I call Archer and he answers on the first ring.
“I want you to pull the fire alarm to the building she works in.”
“Sir?” he queries.
“You heard me. The client who just entered the office looks suspicious.”
“I don’t think he looked that suspicious, sir.”
Silence.
“Right away.”
I watch the cameras over the next few minutes, impressed by Archer every time in action. Lights blare, and I can imagine the high-pitched alarm going off. I feel rather smug as the two of them leave the office looking confused. Members from other offices pile out in disarray, and I kick up a smile and send her a text.
Enjoy your day off, Cricket. No male clients allowed.
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DMITRI
Iadmire my mother’s two-story mansion as we go up the driveway. At the end of every month, I return for one evening to check up on her. In the months when I didn’t, her condition worsened.
The light beige painted mansion is subtle in its luxury and not so big that she’d be overwhelmed by its space. When I was five and we returned from Russia, my grandfather took us into his home located in Manhattan for six months. I later found out that it’d all been too overwhelming for her. And so, he sourced this mansion in a relatively smaller college city, Ithaca.
Large hedges act as privacy around the property, and the green grass is immaculately trimmed as always. When we come to a stop, the driver opens my door, and I adjust my suit jacket as I approach the entrance where the door is already held open and waiting.
