On Her Knees (9 page)

She’d
fallen so hard for this man. For as fast and hard as it had been, she didn’t
regret one minute of it. This felt like it was supposed to happen, and she was
just going with the flow to see where it all went.

Karina
was done worrying about what might or might not happen, and what others would
say. She’d go through this one day at a time, and that was all that mattered.

She
and Viktor were all that mattered, and when they were ready to tell the world
about what they shared, the incredible connection they had with each other,
well, that would be on their terms and on their own time, as well.

In the end, what made someone happy
was all that mattered. Fuck what anyone else thought.

****

The next morning

The sun was streaming through the
windows, and Karina closed her eyes and held her coffee cup close to her chest.
The heat from the light and her drink felt good, and the soreness between her
legs made her smile, had her even feeling a little embarrassed because she knew
why she was so sensitive. The memories of last night, of how Viktor had looked
while he made love to her, of the things he’d said, and how they’d been so bare
to each other, made her feel like she was finally where she was supposed to be.
Did she know where things would take her? No. No one did. But that didn’t mean
she couldn’t just enjoy this and not worry about the “what ifs”.

“Hey, baby,” Viktor said as he came
into the kitchen. She didn’t know where anything was, seeing as she’d only been
at his place one other time, but she’d managed to find the coffee and cups, and
had made a pot.

“Hi,” she said, surprised this
didn’t feel awkward or weird after what had happened.

It felt comfortable.

He grabbed a cup of coffee and
moved toward her. The way he kissed her on the head and slid the tips of his
fingers along her shoulder, had this chill moving through her. He sat across
from her, the stock market report in front of him, and his shirtless chest
something she wanted to wake up next to more than just once.

God,
you’re really thinking you want this for more than what you’ve shared?

She looked at him and already knew
the answer.

Yes.

As she sat there, in her boss’s
kitchen, the memories of what they’d shared fresh, pleasant, she knew that no
matter what happened, she was glad she’d done what she’d done. How could
something so good be wrong?

Epilogue

Six months later

“Barbara, please send Miss East
into my office at once.”

Karina stood by Barbara’s desk, so
she heard the demand through the intercom. The secretary gave Karina a
sympathetic look, probably because she’d heard the hard tone in Viktor’s voice.
At only six months after the fact she’d willingly given herself to Viktor, a
lot of things had changed. For one thing what was between them was more than
just professionalism. They were together, their relationship not considered
“traditional” by most, if they knew, but Karina didn’t care.

She smiled at Barbara, the woman
not knowing what was between Karina and Viktor, but that was because Karina
wanted to keep their relationship private. No one needed to know what they
shared, and when Karina wanted to tell people, it would be on her terms.
Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to want to tell everyone about them, show her
off even, and a part of her warmed at that. But the truth was, this was about
them
, and once they let the world in on
their relationship, it would be considered high profile because of who Viktor
was.

Right now she just wanted to stay
in her bubble and enjoy this without everyone judging them … or more aptly
judging
her
.

She went over to the door, smoothed
her now sweaty hands on her skirt, and gave three knocks on the smooth wood. It
only took a second before she heard Viktor calling her in.

She opened the door, shut it behind
her, and clasped her hands behind her back.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?”

Viktor sat behind his desk, and for
a second he didn’t even acknowledge her. He finally set his pen down, looked up
at her, and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t show any emotion, but then
again this was all part of the game.

“Step forward,” he demanded in a
low, commanding voice. “Did you misfile these reports?” He lifted a stack of
papers, and she felt this thrill move through her. She’d been a bad girl by
putting the files in the wrong spots, knowing he’d see, and knowing …
anticipating what he’d do to her.

“Yes, Sir.” Her whole body was
strung tight at the commanding look he gave her, and when he tossed the files
on the table and stood, her heart started to beat this frantic rhythm. In all
honesty Karina never thought she’d be into this type of relationship, but she
loved making Viktor happy, and in return she gained pleasure from that. Of
course being the bad girl and having him show her how she should act had its
benefits.

“Come closer,” he said, not standing
on the other side of his desk. His arms were crossed, his jacket off, and his
shirtsleeves rolled up. He didn’t show any emotion, didn’t act upset or
annoyed, but she could tell he enjoyed this just as much as she did. It was in
the way he looked at her, the gleam in his eyes that had everything in her
instantly heating.

He held up his hand, stopping her,
and she squeezed her hands into fists at her sides, waiting for his next
command. He placed a finger on the intercom, and while looking at her spoke to
his secretary. “Barbara, hold all calls for the next hour, and no
interruptions, please.”

There was a moment of silence, and
then Barbara spoke. “Would you like me to take my lunch now?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation,
still holding Karina’s gaze. He let go of the intercom and straightened, his
arms crossed again. “Get on your knees, Karina.”

She was excited, anticipating this,
and she felt her pussy become wet and her nipples harden. He walked toward her,
his steps sure, his body hard, big.

“You like being a bad girl, don’t
you?” Although he asked the question, she knew it wasn’t a literal one. He knew
she did, because she liked to test him and his control so many times.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered him
anyway.

Before she could even think or
react, Viktor had
her
pulled into the hardness of his
body, had her skirt hiked up, and had his hand between her thighs.

She gasped. He made this growl deep
in his throat, and all Karina could do was close her eyes and let him touch her
slick pussy.

“What a good girl, not wearing any
panties like I’ve ordered.”

The only action or response she
could muster was to nod her head.

Viktor ran his finger along her
slick folds, and she involuntarily opened her mouth at how wickedly good it
felt to have him touching her. “I like that you keep these pussy lips bare for
me.” He growled the words right beside her ear at the same time he slowly
pushed one finger into her. Immediately her body sucked him in and tightened
around the digit. He groaned, and she felt his cock jerk right against her
belly. Clearly he was excited for her, and that knowledge made her even more
aroused.

“I know, Sir,” she said on a moan,
and ground herself further on his finger, fucking herself and digging her nails
into his biceps. He fucked her pussy in slow and steady thrusts, and she knew
she could get off from this alone. The very image of him shoving his dick into
her had a chill racing up her spine. He used his other hand to smooth over the
mound of her ass and give one cheek a hard, powerful squeeze. The pain was
there from the act, but the pleasure followed right away.

“Spank me,” she managed to moan,
and he did just that.

Smack.

“Yes.”
That one word came out of her on a whisper.

Smack.

“You
like my hands on you?” he asked, but they both already knew the answer.

“Yes,”
she said anyway.

Smack.

“You
want to come, Karina? You want me to make this little pussy contract, gripping
for my cock, needing it?”

She
could only nod now.

Smack.

Smack.

 
“God, you know I need you in all ways.” And it
was the truth. Karina wasn’t ashamed to admit that, because she knew Viktor
needed her in the same way. They were two halves of the same whole, and as
crazy as that sounded given the fact they’d only been officially together for
the last six months, the connection between them was undeniable.

“Tell me
you want me to get you off, that you want to come all over my hand.” He leaned
forward until their lips were barely touching. He then removed his finger, and
this little pleading noise left her. “Tell me.”

“I want
you to make me come, Viktor.”

He spun
her around and pushed her forward so she was now lying on his desk, her belly
flush with the wood and her bottom in the air. He spread her ass cheeks wide,
and latched his mouth onto her cunt and started sucking.

She
cried out in pleasure, thankful no one was in the office right now, because
Karina would surely be heard.

“Yes,
Viktor.”

He
chuckled against her flesh, and
smacked
her ass again and again, all the while sucking and licking at her pussy. He
grunted against her slippery cleft, and took one hand and placed it on her
lower back to hold her still, to keep her where he wanted her. She started
making these little sounds deep in her throat, not caring or embarrassed by
them. Karina couldn’t help herself.

“You’re a bad girl for filing
wrong, Karina.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, moved his tongue back and
forth over it, and she started to feel her climax peak. “But as much as I
should punish you, make your ass so red you can’t sit, I want to make you feel
good, baby.” To her surprise and pleasure, he pulled her ass cheeks apart
again, and started licking at her back hole. He moved his tongue around the
tight ring of muscle, gently probing it, grunting, groaning behind her. She’d
never been one to even think she’d like a rim job, but with Viktor it had this
unusual, but intense and mind-numbing sensation moving through her. She thrust
her ass back for more.

He stood as her orgasm was still
tensing and moving through her body. He rubbed his cock along her slick folds,
and then positioned himself at her entrance once more. He slid his hand around
to her chest, grabbed a breast, and started tweaking her nipple between his
fingers.

“Fuck me, Sir,” she said, her
forehead against the table and her voice cracking at the end.

He thrust into her over and over
again and even though she wanted this to last, she also wanted to come again.
He only fucked her for a few minutes, and looking over her shoulder she could
see that he was about to get off.

“I can’t hold off, baby. I can’t
stop myself.” He tilted his head back and groaned, and the sight of him getting
off had another orgasm rushing through her.

She opened her mouth on a silent
cry, curled her hands around the edge of the desk, and rode out the pleasure.
When she felt the tightness in his body relax, they stood like that for a few
moments, both breathing heavily. Viktor finally stepped away from her, and she
felt the loss of him instantly. But as she heard the water running in the
bathroom attached to his office, she knew he wouldn’t leave her alone for long.
Only moments later the feeling of a warm rag between her thighs had her
breathing out in contentment. When he’d cleaned her he helped her off the
table, tuned her around, and pulled her in for a hug.

“Are you okay, baby?”

She nodded against his chest and
closed her eyes.

He cupped the back of her head, and
for long seconds they didn’t move, just held each other and enjoyed the
aftereffect of what they’d just done.

“You know how much I love you?”

The rumbling in his chest from when
he spoke was comforting to her, and she pulled back and looked into his face.
“I know you love me as much as I love you.”

Viktor cupped her face and leaned
down to kiss her on the forehead. They went back to embracing, and Karina knew
that out of uncertainty could come the most perfect and right thing in the
world.

And that was what she’d found with
Viktor.

The End

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